My magic has been manifesting itself to produce some very coincidental results. Although I don't believe they are coincidences, I will refer to them as such for the sake of argument. They've been small manifestations such as telling a colleague that one can usually identify same-sex couples, because they sometimes look alike. Less than a week after espousing that opinion I meet such a couple. Of course I had to report back. Today my son's year of birth was the last 4 digits of a phone
number I called to help him out. A couple days ago I changed my profile picture to a 1984-inspirerd graphic and moments later a friend posted that the radio station he works for was playing all songs from 1984. Quite a few little things like this happened, and if I weren't the semi-nerdy believer in magic that I am, I'd have not even noticed.
I take these as messages - signs, that I should be interpreting and following.
I'm also reading a book about being able to develop natural psychic abilities; maybe that has something to do with it - of course it does.
So let's get to today. I'm maybe two weeks over 100 days out and there are some things I want to get accomplished before I leave. Today I was going to knock one of those items off the to-do list.
Last night, I doubled my bitcoin stash and purchased noxsoma.com for five years, so that might come in handy.
But let's get on to this day. My plan was to go to the Y and train as I continued my overnight fast. The theory is that the body will use fat for fuel after 8 hours, because there's no sugar, or glycogen to draw from. I got out a little later than I thought and started to feel hungry. Change of plan - stop at the diner, consume some protein before I hit the Y. I waited in the diner for about 10 minutes without so much as an acknowledgement. So I left.
Change of plan. Go out to Media (20-30 minute trolley ride), break fast out there. Take care of my biz and stop at the Y on the way back.
Change of plan. I realized I wasn't hungry anymore - well i wasn't that hungry. Two handfuls of trail mix and I decided back to Plan A - hit the Y first. So my stomach wasn't completely empty, but I don't think I was running on carbs/sugar. I was running on something; something good. In front of an audience of day campers (little girls who were watching me through the window, with that fascination that kids have) I dead lifted 375 lbs!!! Not a record, but best this year. It was my ego and my audience that helped me get that weight off the ground - and I thanked them for it too. I may have quit, but I felt they were rooting for me.
During the workout - hunger vanished! It's amazing. I may have to make this a practice during days off and when I am no longer tied to a work schedule.
Next - take the trolley and take care of business.
One of the ways the magic has manifested was the chance meeting of Kimberly at the YMCA. Kimberly asked if I was a Vet; she works with Vets (Veterans, not animal doctors). She told me I could go out to Media to the Veterans Affairs office and get an ID card. I took my DD214, found where I needed to go and got things taken care of.
"You came at a good time," I was told. I'm thinking, 'yeah, Friday' because no one was waiting in line. When the lady - daughter of a Sailor - sat me down to take my pic she told me the reason it was a good day. The other lady will only serve Vets from Delaware County, not Philly. The woman who took care of me has the attitude that a Vet's a Vet. And I got my card - and a list of places that provide discounts to veterans. There are a few places I can use too.
By this time the fast had been going, with the exception of the trail mix, for 17 hours. I was ready to eat, but did not feel hungry. Went to a spot on State St. where they serve my favorite dish - blackened duck salad. Good dish in a spot that's okay, but I get a blocked vibe from the waiter, who is the same waiter every time I've been there, and if there were not a blocked vibe, we'd be the kind of people who'd be friendly, but not friends, by now.
So I made it home and got a few more issues and tasks sorted out. Drop some thought bombs on social media, pecked this out... and now maybe I'll get some of this house (clean-out) work completed.
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