Over in the Spirituality forum, Aspiring to Clarity started a thread about the movie Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. A week later my 6 year old daughter checks the movie out from the library and we watched it several times.
ATC also talked about watching the movie while smoking weed. My boss was joking with me a few days after that about me being stoned because my eyes were dried out. Another co-worker over-heard our conversation and then I'm talking about who all gets high at work. That weekend, I go out to the bar and see an old friend who offers me a joint. I'm listening to Atmosphere and as I wrote the first sentence of this paragraph, the song
Guarantees is playing and the line, "my shorty got caught smokin weed at a concert..." parallels my typing.
And cylon, I'm 31. A friend at work asked me to listen through some tracks he's made this weekend because he wants to do some collaboration. On another forum that I write on, someone put up a pic of Christian Bale from American Psycho. The lead singer from the group I just mentioned was talking about staying relevant as he gets older in an interview I watched on youtube. He's in his mid thirties and I think his latest album (When Life Gives You Lemons, You Paint That ♥♥♥♥♥ Gold) is the best that he's made so far.
At work, I keep getting headaches, but I never have any ibuprofen. I'm always borrowing some from somebody. My landlord got on me about my broken down car in the parking lot, so I sold it to a junker. As I'm cleaning out the car before he comes to tow it, I find a couple winter coats in the trunk. In the pocket of one of them is a full bottle of ibuprofen.
We had another broken down car in the parking lot, my girlfriends. It broke down so she went and got a new car. One day last week I got the feeling that if I tried to start her car, it would work just fine. I grabbed the keys and sure enough, it works. She asked me why I thought that happened and I said, "Well, you wouldn't have bought a new car unless that one broke down."
My girlfriend (or whatever she is at this point) is a big Grateful Dead fan. We were listening to some of their stuff on the way to the library and I said, "Man, this brings back memories." A moment later, she turns down a residential street and we just happen to pass a house I used to party in. The couple that lived there were big deadheads.
I could just keep going and going with this. Eventually, I'd have every thread that makes up the fabric of my life because I'm manifesting the whole thing. It's just a matter of awareness. The more awareness, the more intentional you can get about what's being manifested.
It isn't that logic is useless, but that it only sees the most obvious line of causality in any given situation. Life is much more dynamic than that. If there is no other moment than Now, than all cause and effect relationships are happening simultaneously and not in the linear pathway that inductive or deductive reasoning assumes. Reason is a tool and not a governing principle.
And moonrambler: I attended a spiritualist church a few weeks ago and received a reading. The reader said, "Spirit is showing me a large jar of jelly beans and telling me to ask you how many is in it because you'll know without counting. There is something you are not aware of that you are a master at doing. You'll leave here and it will become apparent to you." I just thought it interesting that counting was mentioned and we are discussing manifesting...
My mom also dropped off an old stack of magazines from when I was a kid. Most of them are old issues of Mad magazine. I was just looking at the 80's rock issue.
