I was monologuing in the PetsMart parking lot yesterday, fumbling with words. I just couldn’t come up with a word to describe
“Someone who’s overly optimistic, toxically so — to the point of being a detriment” I said, then waved my hand dismissively.
“Ah, whatever.”
It surprises me how normal talking to oneself actually is, despite our deep-seated fear of appearing crazy. I don’t think it was the introduction of bluetooth earbuds that made it okay, to a point, either. Everyone cool does it.
So where did that unanswered, implied question go? (”What is the word for this?”)
I hadn’t misplaced the word, as sometimes happens, but truly didn’t know a proper word for it. I hate using ten words when a single will do.
The answer is both intuitively obvious and extremely spooky at the same time.
“Where did my unanswered question go?”
“Out there.”
Obviously.
And yet, that is a major revelation. “Wait, what? It goes anywhere?” That’s the big leap. After that, ‘out there’ is the only sensible answer.
Think of every one of your questions as going to a cosmic bulletin board, where everyone else’s questions, requests, hopes, dreams, and fears also float to.
Every single one of them will be addressed.
That doesn’t mean granted exactly as framed. Many of them are simply recycled. Expired. (Ah, I guess that isn’t true. Thanks intuition?)
They all get addressed, one way or another. (👍)
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The most fun is when they get answered, granted, materialized, etc. directly. There are many pathways for this and nothing is off limits. I’ll repeat, in case that didn’t land… nothing is off limits.
I hope Michael’s doing alright.
→ Michael sends you a text message asking what’s up
I wonder if I’ll ever get to pet a fox?
→ You are petting a real god damn fox with your actual meat sticks three days later.
If you simply stop caring, or put very little will or emotion (you don’t want it, fear it, feel it, on some level) they may appear to fizzle out. I can’t say what happens with certainty, but I’d guess they are meekly rendered into your reality — canceled out like a ripple against the far greater tides of your individual and our collective requests. (Even that isn’t quite right, but if I let my intuition type I’ll be hedging until no one knows what I’m talking about anymore)
Should I get more cornmeal? Nah, I think we have enough.
→ 🦗
Personally, I love it when my requests are responded to thematically. This is much more like a dance.
Feeling down today, but I can do it.
→ 🎤 “Darling, what happened? It’s so sad…” plays in the background
And then there are the weird pathways…
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Back at PetsMart, I’ve completed my business. Over the course of the evening a word keeps coming to me. A few days before I heard it, not for the first time, but it stuck out to me because I didn’t know what it meant. I recall wanting to know what it meant, but I was caught up in reading and didn’t bother.
Last night I have a dream, a blissful young woman in late 1800s, early 1900s attire wants to dance with a stranger. She’s laughing, over-the-top silly. She leads the stranger away from the ballroom and to her room. It is little more than a cupboard, packed with diseased and filthy children. Apparently, when not attending dances, this is where she stays. In the dark. She explains that “food is pushed through this door for us”. The other children are clearly malnourished. She’s so cheerful. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with this.
I am in another scene now. A movie theater. I leave because Amazon Prime ads are playing, literally interrupting the movie, and I can’t believe I actually paid for a movie ticket. How could anyone think this is okay? A word comes to mind. What does it mean? I wonder.
I am walking around, deliberating.
“A person with many interests. No, it means ‘the collective will of an entire system’, like a network or hivemind. No, no… That’s not right.”
I just can’t let it go for some reason.
The word is Pollyanna.
I wake and wonder, still, what it means. It’s still dark outside. I lay in bed thinking about how thoughts get reflected back to us by the universe. I imagine a personified version of a universal consciousness wearing a pink tutu and laugh, realizing “with alarm” that I’m begging to be pranked with that imagery.
The moment I think the word “alarm”, a car alarm goes off right outside. My neighbor’s car alarm is silenced a minute or so later. Now I’m really laughing. It’s so dumb. It’s just such a dumb joke.
And then I decide to lookup what Pollyanna means.
I heard the word and knew it mattered before I needed it a few days later. I also experienced the answer in multiple ways without realizing it. I hadn’t even realized it was an answer.
I was walking around with a decoupled question and answer. It’s like they were seeking each other. They were trying to resolve each other. Like magnets.
The request and the reply danced together with no respect for time, causality, nor conscious understanding. Circling one another, faster and faster.
And then they met in the strangest possible way.
That’s what your thoughts do
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As a result, here are some of the most powerful words a person can ever say, think, and feel.
1 “Something wonderful is going to happen to me soon.”
2 “Very, very wonderful. Like, unimaginably good. Truly, a miracle.”
3 Smile softly, know it is true, then go about your day. How did you get so lucky? It doesn’t matter, because it’s true. Amazing. Truly amazing. Send a little deep gratitude out.
4 Your life changes forever. Enjoy.