What goes around comes around

Last weekend was filled with some funny incidences and stuff I created this blog for. But I will relate them little by little. I don't want to shoot my bolt all in one go. ;-)))

I was visiting my parents on Saturday and in order to express my gratitude for inviting me to this lovely trip to Amsterdam I had made a photo album with the best pictures of the haul, spiced with some funny captions that only they can make sense of. I wanted them to be able to wallow in the memories whenever they needed a boost.

And as I was just handing over my gift I received one myself. My father obviously had a similar idea. At least regarding the effect ;-))). During our journey we had often stopped for a sip in several cafés and my mom usually drank hot chocolate. There is a special brand of cocoa from the Netherlands that we used to die for as kids. It's very rich in taste and unsurpassed so far. In one of the cafés my mother was served her hot chocolate in a cup from that exquisite brand and of course I fell in love with it. Not that my china cupboard would lack any more cups, but I liked the idea of having one of these just to prolong the happy memory. The waitress was very relentless and wouldn't sell us the desired item nor could I spot it in any of the thousand souvenir shops that suddenly increased in attractiveness ;-)))). My father did the obvious: He went online and bought one for me at an auction.

So all of us were sitting there startled at the sight of our presents. This certifies the universal law that whatever you sow you will reap. It does not always return this immediately and sometimes it takes a detour before it will hit you back, but in this case the rule was blatantly confirmed.

Telepathy

I believe in the power of thoughts and I think we create the world around us. I am not sure yet how this exactly works. Whether we only perceive the world differently or really change the world by adopting a certain attitude I cannot say. But I think our mind is too limited to understand it anyway - at least mine is ;-))).
I sometimes even don't know if an idea really belongs to me or if my mind is like a receiver picking up things that are broadcasted by the universal radio. Especially when I have thoughts which are excellent. LOL Who has the copyrights on ideas anyway if it so happens that sometimes two independent people come up with the same idea at once without having even talked to each other before?

Having said that I want to relate what occurred this morning. A very nice pen pal of mine, whom I in touch with since a short while now, wrote me that his mother took a bad fall and was a bit under the weather. She seems to be accident-prone and often creates situations like this in order to get more attention by doctors. So I thought why not write that nice old lady a card so the need for being noticed would be satisfied a little bit. Then I thought it might be very intrusive to do so and not my place.
This morning however I was told that some friends of his had just did what I had planned and thus executed "my" idea. Funny isn't it? It proves to me that we are all connected.

And it reminded me of something that happened when I was still with my last boyfriend. There were times when he was unemployed and extremely short on money. He felt very bad about it, almost ashamed. During this time he lost 50 bucks. I don't quite remember in which way. Some stupid payment or something broke down. All I remember is that there was a hole of 50 bucks wallet. I would have volunteered to fill it, but did not want to hurt his pride. So I planned to furtively slip a bill of 50 into the pocket of his trousers the next time I was at his place - we did not live together - in order to spare his feelings. He would find it and think he forgot all about this money, but it was righteously his.
The very next morning he called and told me that he had put on a pair of trousers he is only wearing rarely. And believe it or not, he found a 50 buck note in his back pocket. Cross my heart I didn't put it there. I haven't even been in the vicinity of these pants. But I was relieved that the job had been taken care of.



Imagine what we could create if we learned who to use this mechanism deliberately.

Some Insight

I learned a lot from pain in my life. But this month I took a lot of benefit of my delightful trip to Amsterdam. Today it crossed my mind that what I believed in theory is really true. One can learn from joy as well.

I think I will take that road more often in the future. Wanna join me?

"If there's hell on earth, there must be heaven, too"
(Crowded House)

Mind Sugar

Last week I had another brainwave. I have to go back a bit in order to make it at least a bit comprehensible. Sometimes we get hit by the light while our revolutionary ideas would not change other people's life at all. Although we think we just hit pay dirt. LOL

When I grew up I had a sweet tooth. I was addicted to chocolate for a very long time, but any other candy would do as a substitute. Ice cream was an all time favorite, then again there are hardly any sweets I didn't like except maybe liquorice. But this word contains the word liquor, which I never liked either. Maybe that's why? OK. I am getting silly now. Suffice it to say that I had this habit and I managed to get away from it. Nowadays I don't even crave for sweets and even the scent of chocolate can make me feel sick sometimes. What I gained was a new sensitivity of my taste buds. To me so many things taste sweet and I never use salt or any other spices because they just tamper with the real thing. And I am not only talking about fruit here. A tomato can be sweeter than a cherry pie. Even endive has a sugary quality about it.

So there is no sugar in my food anymore. At least not that I know of. But sometimes I grab the wrong things from the shelve. That's what happened in Amsterdam. I wanted to shop plain biological yoghurt and when I opened it up and licked the stuff from the lid I tasted: SUGAR. Biological non-refined sugar, but nonetheless sugar. I was tempted for a moment and the thought of "just this once" crossed my mind. But then I threw it all away. This would have been like the first glass to an alcohol addict. And what for? It didn't even taste excellent.

Last week I was hunted by unhappy and totally superfluous thoughts. An issue so unimportant that I cannot even remember what it was all about, but it made me feel miserable. Suddenly I had the image of me throwing away the Vanilla yoghurt I mistook for a plain one. And then it hit me. These thought were just like sugar to my mind. I had not problems throwing away the yoghurt, why not treat thoughts like this the same way. They are just as unhealthy for my system as the sugar. So I will refuse to have them in my sytem any longer. And it works, folks. At least as long as I can think of the image again. Then I don't have any problems to trash whatever is bothering me.

Isn't it funny how the meaning of some "stupid mistakes" like picking the wrong can of yoghurt get revealed to us one week later ;-))). So lets trust all of our errors make sense on a larger scale.

Mission Accomplished

I have been to Amsterdam with my parents for a weak. I figured it would be wise to cherish the time with them while they are still with me in this life instead of being full of regret once they have both moved on. So we picked Amsterdam as a nice spot for a holiday week.

This place is awesome. There is so much to admire and see. So we all had a wonderful time there.

Usually I have to get used to being on a tour with others since in my usual single life there are only rare occasions for delay. If I plan to go out, I grab my purse and shoes and off I am. With the three of us that was a whole different story. You always hang behind because one still has to pay a visit to the bathroom while the other one just needs to comb some hair. Then the next one decides to switch shoes due to the weather. In the meantime the one that has been ready to go from the first moment on decides to go to the bathroom just as a precautionary measure (of course that would be me LOL). So the time it takes to finally get going is stretched out a bit compared to when I am on my own.


While this tends to be a challenge to my patience in my average life I was in a totally different state of mind this week. I was just happy to be with my parents. What did it matter if I had to wait for them to get ready when the whole idea was not getting to some nice tourist attraction but simply being with them? I was pleased as Punch to have them around. The nice outings were just some adornment. So I discovered myself to be in the here and now totally. In fully acceptance of the situation we would find. Even if this meant a waiter was taking too long so that our hot drinks would be only lukewarm by the time they had arrived. I sensed my dad's anger about it, but I could leave that with him. I didn't need to take over and change the situation - or him and his emotions - in order to feel comfortable myself.

Back in my hometown I fell back into my old rut and got nervous when things didn't present themselves in a way I would have expected. I longed for my relaxed state of mind but did not know how to get there. Until it finally struck me. Maybe my purpose on earth is to spend this life relishing the company of myself rather than doing this or planing that. While I toyed with this idea I found that there was much comfort to be found. I don't have to "get" anywhere, because I already achieved my goal. I am with me. No need to fuss about anything else.

Mission accomplished !

I had a vision

Yesterday I had a vision. At least literally speaking. I finally took a test ride with the car I consider to buy. It's fun to drive with, feels great and has an unbelievable tight turning circle. The power steering - which I never had before - is pure luxury, especially now since I bruised my shoulder and elbow lately. As for all the other things like the power and sound of the engine or the car stereo, I am not able to judge them because they gave me a car that came with all the bells and whistles, which I surely am not willing to afford even if I could. I can see their point though. They are not able to provide every variation, and of course they would like you to fall in love with one or the other gadget. I remained steadfast in my resolution only to buy the basic model with the smallest engine and an additional car stereo. That's a must for me - being a music and audio book lover. I cannot imagine even an one hour drive with just me doing all the entertainment.

But my resistance broke down when I saw the color. This model only comes off the peg in white and a dark blue. White looks nice for the first five minutes after a good car wash. So I targeted for the blue. It looked nice in the folder and real good on the internet. But in the flesh it looked dull and sad. I couldn't bring myself to even imagine me stepping in such a car every morning and being cheerful. I am a colorhappy person. I drink colors, I suck them in, and they are means or therapeutic treatment to me. So I had to deal with the heavy task of choosing the right color for me.

There is a very vibrant lime green and I really entertain a soft spot for this particular color. But would this be good for everyday use? Same goes for the wonderful magenta. These two colors are flying of the shelves now, so I figured this would not be the right choice. One lime green car in the street looks good, two look like competition. So I thought I would go for a color called vision blue. It looks very lively and refreshing, sporty and fast. And the image of two of a kind parking next to each other leaves me with the feeling of family instead of two bitches struggling for attention. ;-)))

I was about to leave when I spotted another option shown in the catalogue, but not on any car. Eggplant. I really love this shade and often wanted it on a car. So there I was - wavering again. This color looks classy and stylish. Shouldn't I go for the more timeless option? The downside: It only shows off in bright sunlight, otherwise it looks - well, brown.

So I went to my local yarn shop in order to sit on the couch along with some other customers to knit for a while and give my thoughts some rest. When I stepped in there was already one knitting friend sitting there. She never shows up that early and what came even more as a surprise, for once she was not wearing her usual autumn colors. She always goes for orange, rust, pumpkin, olive, and sometimes even brown. But this day she wore vision blue. The exact color I was on the verge of ordering. That couldn'd be just a coincidence. I think the message is clear.

This "vision" will cost me some additional money, and if I ever have to replace a fender, it will increase the amount necessary for the repair, but since money is always floating back..... I had another prove of that two days ago, when a second hand dealer who sold me a book online did not score full marks in my comment because the book was in worse shape than he had promised in his description. The dealer wrote me a mail offering a refund if I would delete my comment. I readily agreed to that. So it's not even pennies on the streets anymore ;-))).

I think I will go for my vision. Even the name is stirring me on. And it reminds me of the vastness of the sky on a clear day. Like the one you see in the picture with the fabulous tree. May there be more visions to come.


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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!"