Order through chaos is a spiritual concept.
Two days ago, when I moved a bar cart with vitamins and stationery and address books on it so Anthony and I could reach a battery that needed to be replaced, there was an avalanche of sorts all in the dining room. My raclette went flying and clanging, my gardening items I'd been saving went all over the place, and I laughed.
There was no other response to it possible than that. Whoever came up with the term, Order through Chaos must have known me well enough to know about my housekeeping, which has affected me time and again, incarnation after incarnation!
But even though tidiness is something I value, and no matter how hard it is for me to reach it, I keep trying. Yesterday I worked on a project Ross had told me to do, to tidy up the bathroom. So I had Anthony help me assemble a set of shelves, bookshelves. I couldn't do it alone. I actually assembled them backwards! The bracing wouldn't look right on the front lol. But I carried it/dragged it by myself to the closet, so I could put all of our medicines and remedies on it. Everything is grouped in little baskets by what they are designed to heal--we even have one for skin conditions like warts because once Anthony had a bad plantar wart that was very painful.
On Mondays I clean bathrooms. We have three. I made it through one and a half. I still have to clean Anthony's and the rest of mine...
I've changed.
So many things that used to bother me, don't.
I've had three days with no work--it is what it is--and I try my best to limit my expenses accordingly. There's actually a fine balance between supporting local businesses as best I can, and limiting expenses.
Yesterday our state finally opened up from the Stay At Home order. I called the local hair cutting place and made an appointment for Anthony.
I've cut his hair for a year.
His cowlick had gotten the best of me. I watched every snip the stylist did through the window, learning from her technique.
She was kind and said I wasn't bad, I had done a good job. But now his haircut was a little smoother and less chunky. I overheard a dad talking on the phone, talking about his daughter being so happy she could get a haircut she went running and jumping down the street shouting the good news! She was a grade school girl with long hair, but now the bottom ends were even and she was happy. A car came to pick her up and he went in for his haircut to follow hers.
To help the business which had been closed for six weeks--I bought Anthony a shampoo, myself a conditioner, and I gave the stylist a ten dollar tip.
Covid has been a mixed bag. Working from home. Not being able to go to restaurants like before. The traffic has been light in the mornings, I've appreciated it. Instead of thirty minutes my commute to work has been twenty, and on the way home, thirty instead of one hour.
It makes us appreciate the little things we once took for granted. Like haircuts, being able to go where you wish, and to look forward to being with family and friends.
Even funerals have been so awkward and difficult without the presence of loved ones to help with the loss.
Since I haven't been at the hospital for a while, I don't know what our numbers are. But when I was last there, it was bad, really bad, and the hospital was totally full.
I kind of like staying at home. I don't have to wear a mask. I can enjoy being a mom. Yesterday while Anthony was at school, I did dishes, made banana muffins, made ranch dressing from the packet, made limeade from fresh limes. I picked him up--it's been cold lately--so I made grilled ham sandwiches and tomato/pepper soup for us. I had cleared up many of the boxes and put them in the bins. I even cooked some venison for dinner. It wasn't perfect, the courses didn't turn out so we could eat as a main course with side dishes. But the meat was good. Then by that time it was done, the rice was ready. After that the kabocha squash was roasted.
My worms are extremely happy in the compost bins. We have two SubPod units with the metal raised bed around it. I put everything in there but dairy and meat. I have a bokashi for that--it totally doesn't work but I keep trying. It feels nice to have balance with that. My cabbage patch gives me great joy. I kept the stems after I cut the heads off last season. I didn't have the heart to pull them up and throw them out. And they have repaid me generously this season. I like to let things go to seed and see what comes up later. I have second crops of lettuce and arugula. Then my other gardening is from the tops I've saved from kitchen vegetable prep. The bottoms too. I have a beautiful celery growing up now from last year's 'rescue'. The rabbit enjoys carrot greens and I've regrown them from the tops many times. We even have two avocado teeny trees that have come up from the seeds. It's nice to let the garden work with you.
Is the world falling apart?
No.
Is humanity being fed a lot of bullshit that is unsustainable?
I think so.
Signs point to YES lol.
Are we in End Times?
It's certain.
What can we do to help?
Ross REALLY likes it when I check in by meditating. I set the timer for fifteen minutes. I sat on the couch yesterday and closed my eyes and let go. We are talking more, he's talking, saying things like everyday things a couple would discuss--because I'm more consistent with this practice.
So meditate.
Pray, too. I pray all the time. And I ask for help with my daily things. With the big things. And the little ones.
Keep your heart open.
I love to learn, so I study, and as I study I am learning more of the Spiritual War which is taking place. I gain appreciation for Ross and our teams, and what they do. I am grateful for this.
Hope for the best, do what you enjoy...remember Order can come out of Chaos--any decluttering specialist like Mari Kondo will tell you this. Just watch and keep your eyes open for the Hegelian Dialect (Problem! Reaction! Solution!) Don't fall for it. That is how large groups of people get 'steered' by the few.
Ross
Carla is very beautiful. To me. And to my heart.
Carla listens. And she trusts.
Yesterday when I was holding her, Carla changed from her human form into a more 'Galactic' One. There was no body, like on earth. She had a perception of shimmering energy, that was made of many particles, and sounded like a rain stick to her when she moved.
At first Carla panicked when she was aware of this transformation. But then, when she looked in my eyes, she let go of her fear, and said, 'the only thing that matters is that I am with you.' And she MEANT it.
I explained to her more about her body. How it was to protect her, this form. Then she went back into her usual 'body' she has, which is an exact double of her Earthly one, that she uses in Spirit.
I grow to love her more and more, in her unknowing, because it illustrates for us the complete and total depth of her Trust and her humble and pure love for all of Her Family in Heaven.
Can you trust?
Will you trust, no matter what appears?
I counsel you, to ponder this, for some time.
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Aloha and Mahalos,
Namaste,
Peace,
Ross and Carla
The Couple
