There's not much time to write. It's been a busy week at work. Ross asks me to cover points carefully, so I will.
Point number one; TWDNHOBIAH and their hierarchy are organized. Everyone knows their place in the plan, they go over drills and stuff all the time, and that is our opponent. They are so dark that they take advantage of our natural assumption of good versus evil, so if they control both sides of the situation--for example, both candidates for office--then for them is it a 'safe bet', a 'win win' and nobody trained in duality would ever suspect that they have been 'had'.
Our side isn't exactly organized.
We are scattered.
Do we need organization to win? I don't know.
I suspect a lot of people wouldn't recognize our leader if he came back to earth again, and even more so, a lot wouldn't listen to him if he did.
Point number two: there is no better example of ego unchecked and dominant than drivers trying to get home out of a ballpark after the game. Poor Anthony was driving, and he said he hasn't worked that hard to drive, ever! The aggressiveness, the me first, the person trying to sneak in behind the one you let cut in to merge in front of you.
It's shameful.
I commented from my heart that if assholes could realize they were assholes, as clear as other people see it, then our world would have eternal peace and joy forever starting on that magnificent day! It's that thinking that nobody is looking, that nobody cares, that it doesn't matter, which becomes sadly, a habit and a character trait of 'me first'.
Unfortunately for us this is human nature.
On the drive to the stadium, it was lots of traffic, and lots of assholes trying to jockey in and out of the traffic. I asked out loud how Ross loves everybody, and how could he even love people who act like this? What's the point?
Ross said, 'it's the potential' in the people that makes him love them so much.
And I suppose, in my meditation, I should contemplate on the potential for everyone to be their best self, including the assholes, and be more like Ross.
Like he says, 'anything can happen'.
Point number three: our big splurge post-coved was tickets on the very front row of the first base line at last night's Giants versus Angels baseball game. What Anthony and I didn't know, is that this was the rooting section for the other team, and we were outnumbered. It was a beautiful spot to view the field, though. Very nice view, up close to the players.
To my left was a couple. I couldn't believe how nice they were. They offered to buy us food at the stadium when they went to get it for themselves--food, drink, anything.
Nobody is that nice where I'm from, and here are these Giants fans...were they trying to kill us?
Nope.
They were legit. Owners of a sandwich shop in a town about an hour away. Nice people. The man had caught three foul balls before, and was lucky. He promised Anthony he would get him a ball.
'YOU SWING LIKE A RUSTY GATE!' he would yell at a player. I totally cracked up.
They took a lap of the stadium and came back with cotton candy for us.
Playing second base was a player who had coached Anthony two or three times at a team event where kids who play baseball can learn at different stations on the field from the team players and coaches. Anthony was the only one who got the baseball inside the tire, I recall. And he has a very unique look.
I could tell that the player recognized him, and that he's grown up.
We were down by five points. But Anthony yelled out loud to that player and asked, 'ARE WE GONNA CATCH UP?' and the player looked at Anthony, and nodded his head, and gave a big thumbs up.
That player was next to bat, and got on base!
The man next to me, was overwhelmed at the actions of our team player. He said he will always be a Giants fan, but from this minute now, he's a Fletcher fan. Because that's what the game is all about. The people, the fans, and the influence on the kids. Here are these players getting paid millions of dollars. Yastrymski was near us for his team and ignored everyone. But Fletch? He was 'real' the man said.
There were many foul balls out our way, some closer than others. One bounced off a higher tier of the stadium, and the man sitting next to Anthony caught it. But none, not even the balls thrown to the crowd from the players, went to him.
The couple to my left got up suddenly and left. They didn't say goodbye. They were nice people. I figured they just wanted to get a jump on traffic.
At almost the last pitch, the man was in the aisle, with a gift for Anthony. He bought a Shohei Ohtani baseball with a number seventeen on it, for Anthony.
He had kept his promise! He said, 'I will get a ball for you!' and even though we all thought it was catching a foul ball, he bought one.
Anthony had so much fun, he hasn't had fun like that in years. It was the PEOPLE. All the chatter. All the fandom random comments. It was the players. And the people. We all sat there, nobody hardly wore masks, and we were free.
Gotta go!
Our love and blessings are with you!
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Aloha and Mahalos,
Namaste,
Peace,
Ross and Carla
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