Who creates what?

I know, it's been a while. But I have been so caught up in magical and miraculous events, that I couldn't keep up writing about them. I sent all my appreciation for these amazing moments to the universe directly, knowing that it would not be limited to the internet ;-)))).

A recent event though was so powerful and striking, that I felt the need to write it down. In the beginning of this year, after using all my accumulated vacation days in 2009 in order to travel to Merryland to be with my true love, I wished I would be given more vacation days this year as well, fully paid, of course. And I wished for enough money to pay all my travel expenses.

My significant other (who calls himself The Knittee, as he is the recipient of my knittings, so we may stick to that name here for a while) and I always play a little game when it comes to unexpected experiences. We search who intentionally or unintentionally created this, knowing that everyone in this magical world is calling forth whatever comes their way. It's really fun to do; as it allows observing without beating oneself up at the same time. But enough of the prologue and let me launch into the adventures we shared in April.

After spending wonderful 10 days at my place, we were to travel together to Merryland by plane to add another week there. It was a one-stop flight via Amsterdam, and although it started very smoothly, our first flight was delayed by more than one hour. And as hard as we tried, by the time we arrived at the next gate panting, it had already closed. The plane still stood right in front of us, but they wouldn't let us in anymore. I guess the security crew had already left this gate and they weren't able to check us anymore. Anyhow, we were scheduled for the next flight - the NEXT DAY same time. So far so good, but we weren't given a free hotel room. How we were supposed to spend the night was answered by a shrug with the shoulders and the information, that we could try to file for a reimbursement if we decided to spend the night at a hotel.

Both of us tend to see an opportunity in whatever comes our way, so we got a hotel room and head out for Amsterdam. The Knittee had never been there before, so this was THE chance to take a peek. He later admitted that he might have created this, as he had silently entertained the idea, that staying in a hotel in Amsterdam wasn't such a bad idea at all. He was right. We had a magnificent time there.

So my stay in Merryland was cut short for one day, but we really enjoyed every bit of it, taking a lot of flower pictures and enjoying every moment profusely. Then I received a mail by a friend who advised me to check the internet if my flight back was canceled, because a volcano had erupted in Iceland. She was right. My flight WAS canceled, and after what seemed like an odyssey - of which I want to spare you the juicy details - I was able to get a ticket for the following Saturday: ONE WEEK LATER than usually planned.

I was a bit concerned about my job, didn't want to lose any vacation days which I might need in the course of the year. But nonetheless we had such a wonderful time, that I embraced the gift with open arms and put all my trust in the universe. The whole week was amazing. Plus the fact that I started to find money on the street again, just like I did last year when I needed a car without knowing how to finance that.

When I got back, it turned out, that my boss treated this as higher force, or as he put it, as if I had worked and visited customers in the US. But he asked me to be so kind and spare him the usual reimbursment application. :-))))

So I ask myself, who created this? I am sure I did not stir up a volcano, but it feels kind of strange. I might as well blame it on the controller who is at the company at the moment and who appoints a lot of meetings. During our last meeting we tried to find a good date for a follow up. When he heard that the week after next might be not as convenient for me due to the jet lag, he simply stated, that one week is not even worth flying over. Obviously he was right. ;-)))

Namaste

Signs

Some decision has to be made. Which means I need a new car. I never thought this would happen so soon, but due to circumstances that might only bore the pants off you a change has to be made quickly. There are of course thousand options and even more opinions. It's like going to the doctors. Ask seven people and you will get just as much advice.

What it all boils down to is that I could go for a very reasonable car that looks nice and is supposed to stay with me for a very long time. It has a year more to offer warranty-wise than the other option, which has a fairly good reputation too, but looks real cool. In either case I would be flat broke and all my savings for other occurrences will be gone in a wink. So wouldn't I be better off with something that fully pleases me now and which might be just as long lasting as the other car?

But that itself is not very miraculous. Surprisingly there is something else going on since this car issue is on my mind. I stumble across money. It started with one cent in the storeroom at work while I was discussing car options with a very nice and helpful colleague. I gave the lucky penny to him without thinking.

Next day I went grocery shopping and found even more cents on my way to the store. And then the thought struck my mind that someone might try to get a message through to me. Hadn't I made the experience more than once before that spending all my savings would not leave me destitute. More money would be bound to rush in, so this wouldn't be the end of the world obviously. Of course such an investment has to be considered thoroughly, but after all the thinking is done it's time to put all my trust in the universal power of refilling my resources again.

And in order to really emphasize this point someone up there sent me a dream last night in which I again found money on the street. Looks like this energy is trying to get in even through concrete. Just like dandelions - the bravest flowers in our civilization - wiggle their way through stones and walls.



I think it's time to send my response to whomever is messaging me there:

"ROGER, I think I got it now!"

Funny Money

Yesterday as I was talking on the phone with my already introduced soul sister we discussed the different attitudes people have towards money. While some seem to hoard it up, counting every penny although they are quite long on dimes, there are these other people who tend to squander it as fast as they can. Needless to say that we both rather belong to the latter category although we are careful not to make debts, of course, and try to spend it within reason. (Reason is a very elastic term, mind. LOL)

Both of us fail to understand the use of piling dollars if you don't intend to "reinvest". My mom always used to say: "Money is a dead matter, you have to convert it into life by spending it." And this makes sense to me, since I always regarded money as a form of energy. If it doesn't flow, there won't be any light, right?

But it was not before this morning that the full extent of its fleetness was revealed to me. Money itself represents a value, sometimes even a lot of value admittedly, but it only unveils it's merits if you seek to not having it any more. Otherwise it will be but an abstract figure on your bank statement or - if you keep it at home - hold the value of the paper it's printed on. So in order to get a "good run for your money", all you have to do is losing it, spreading it around, giving it away. The moment you try to hold onto it, it's value dissolves magically into nothing. In this regard money almost resembles ...

LOVE. ;-))))