Listening to Dystopia by Hi-Finess and pondering the mysteries of life.
And there be many.
Though this song appears in the Verix playlist, the particular playlist I’m listening to was created for the new nonfiction project.
I spent the day laying out rooms in the castle.
Videos, Audio, and Written Word will appear in each.
Coincidence or Stastistically Significant?
That pretty much sums up the Psi Avalanche Round 2 that is a lead-in to this project.
Thankfully, I’m up for it.
It would appar Celestial Forces** are coalescing in such a way as to suggest the Universe is conspiring to help me with this project.
And I’m not a person to see a shooting star as a sign. Way too analyitical if not skeptical.
To be honest – and yah this might be a bit out there – I’ve considered each page a keystroke in the nuclear code of my past.
Once I press that last button? Bye bye.
It had to be.
Doesn’t make it easier or a pleasant experience. Damn basket.
While digging through that bleeping basket I came to see that in order to realize my dreams I had to nuke a lot of what was.
Especially since it wasn’t my – um – stuff*** – to begin with.
Yesterday I was contemplating whether or not to take a specific action.
Has to do with Flowers That Bloom in the Dark rerelease.
And then…
I’d just finished initial castle tour layout when I got a text that yet another family member passed on. Staring at the notification I realized the Universe gave me my answer.
Or Tim did.
I dedicated Flowers That Bloom In the Dark to Tim B, the brave man who’d passed on.
I don’t see a message in every shooting star but I do see patterns in the universe.
And have since the NDE, if not before.
The true irony in this situation is that if it hadn’t been for my Uncle Pat I would never have connected with this somewhat distant relative.
As I wrote in the dedication to Tim B – “Your courage is my strength.”
Taken on its own is it enough to make a decision? No. Taken in the context of dozens upon dozens of coincidences that have been laid out before me, a red carpet of Fate upon which I can walk?
You bet!
I know the exact room I’m going to dedicate to this hero.
Stay tuned
I wonder if he’ll pass through my doors?
I wouldn’t be the least bit surprised.
** Though one of the “rooms” on the castle tour is the Chapel, this project is – to the extent possible – religiously neutral.
***shiite anyone?
Note: The Tashmoo, (Pictured above) along with the Wauketa and the Greyhound? Family assets once upon a time.
For more information on Detroit’s early Maritime history, see Ladies of the Lakes. Dedication? My maternal grandmother. Bragging? No. History? You bet.
Interestingly, this is the same grandmother who seems to have a vested interest in my life to the extent she regularly appears to me though she died decades ago.