Day 218 of 365 Days of Silver ~~ Lining Up


But just because it burns
Doesn’t mean you’re gonna die
You’ve gotta get up and try, and try, and try
~~ P!nk

I get knocked down
But I get up again
You’re never going to keep me down
~~ Chumbawamba

Yesterday my day started very well. It was a really nice morning. I wrote. I edited my ghost story (and got it done too). I took a long bath—and I have mentioned here how much I love baths. I had a nice little lunch on the way to work—another positive, Wednesday is my half day. Got to work and it wasn’t crazy busy. All was well.

And then I got written up. It had five points. All five, honestly, were bulls#it. I got mad. I raised my voice. I was told that I wasn’t going to yell.

Then I responded, via computer, to the write up. It took me over an hour. I was asked if I was writing a novel.

I have five points to respond to, I said.

And hey. That’s what I do. I write novels.

I let whoever who is going to read my response know what bulls#it the write up was—and that I knew what was going on. They’re trying to fire me.

Funny that the first big write up (a few months ago) came within days of me handling in paperwork from my doctor limiting my hours to forty hours a week. I am an intelligent man. I am not stupid. I know when I am being railroaded. I objected. My soul was outraged. My words spared nothing. I called a spade for what it was—a spade.

Then bit by bit, I began to calm down. I Was seeing this for what it was. Ego. The write up wasn’t real. How could I let something that wasn’t real get to me. A year from now it won’t matter. Six months even. Who knows? Maybe six weeks even.

I made up my mind that I would not let this ruin my piece of mind.

I teach and live by the concept that we should leap, and trust that the net will appear.

I also know that the Universe might have decided it is time to push me. maybe when I didn’t find a new job with I was nudged, then shoved, and it was time to be hit by a Cosmic 2 by 4. Maybe I’m was being the baby bird that wwould not fly without being pushed from the nest.

I have often said, “You know, if Christians are right, and there this Big Judgment Day coming, and the Creator of All says, ‘So why in the world did you do that to him/her?,’ how much weight do you think will lay in the answer, ‘But that was just business? It wasn’t personal.’”

And how often I’ve been told, “But sometimes it is just business. Can’t you see that Ben?”

But I say, “Then why does the Bible and every great spiritual leader who has ever lived—disagree?” And then, “I don’t want to be in the shoes of that person—if Judgment Day occurs.”

Because the laws of business does not supersede morality.

As my evening passed and the Words came to me more and more, I saw that perhaps this write up and the person who wrote it, are just tools to bring about what I want in life? What if the Universe is using them?

I also remembered the teachings I’ve been given. How there will be people who will try and tear me down. People, who rather than make their own dreams come true, will try and hurt me. People who could manifest their own dreams—if they were only willing to do the work. People who are jealous.

People who believe it is easier to destroy than create—when there is nothing further from the truth.

People who live their entire lives not even knowing what their dreams are…. How sad is that?

As the hours passed, my spirits raised higher and higher.

I live today knowing that everything is lining up. That my every dream is coming true. Not that there might not be knocks along the way. Yesterday there were some sound knocks.

But they have no power over me unless I give them power.

I am reminded of The Fool card in the Tarot deck. Some people don’t understand it. They see some fool ready to walk right off a cliff, a man not even looking where he is going.

But in reality this is man who has everything he needs in his sack and the companionship of his beloved dog. He carries a very lovely flower—he knows beauty. This is a man who isn’t even leaping to make the net appear. This is a man knowing with utmost confidence that he doesn’t even need a net.

He can walk on air.

Today I claim foolishness! Today I will wear the mantle of the Fool. Happily.

And I will laugh.

Namasté,
B.G. Thomas

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