It was bitterly cold in the van this morning. While I was warm in bed (the new comforter is much better than the old one), the air temperature in the rig was in the low thirties. Once the heater kicked in, it was comfortable, but it did make me reconsider my plan to head up to Show Low and eastward along US 60 (higher elevation = colder temps).
I did the healing thing a few more times last night, focusing on my father’s bad heart valve. I’ve found myself doing an odd thing in preparation. Though I’ve never been a student of chakras (and quite skeptical of them I’ll add), I end up visualizing (and this is going to sound really weird) two hinges, one on the side of my hip and one on the side of my head and I swing them open and everything inside me falls out the open “butt hinge” and Light fills this hollow body-tube through the open “head hinge” and it burns away and cleanses any clinging matter and “me” stuff.
Only then do I do the healing thing (in this case, I visualize myself inside my father’s heart and patching up the faulty valve using this Light stuff).
I’ve never read this in any How To Be a Mystic manual, it just comes spontaneously. Weird, I know.
Please don’t have me committed.
I took the road to Show Low and I’m glad I did. It’s a beautiful route. Once up on the Mogollon Rim though, there were snow patches so I continued eastward to a place I’d camped before, a little spot east of the Very Large Array project which, being lower in elevation should be warmer tonight.
Even though where I’m camped is quite isolated, a truck just drove by my van, stopped for a moment, then turned around and drove off (I’m camped on a dead end). I would say that 90% of the time, when I first pull into a dispersed campsite—no matter how isolated the camp is—a truck pulls up within a half hour then drives off. Then no one comes by for the rest of my stay. Never a problem. Never anything dark or sinister, just some guy either looking for a camp or…? I’ve never gotten a bad vibe from them or anything. It’s gotten to the point that I expect it. “Oh, here’s my welcome-to-your-new-camp visitor.” Weird but true.
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