It's quite interesting living "outside" the Working World for a year, then landing in it again. It's as though one is catapulted off into another planet, another world, and that's sure where I've landed!

Date:   11/22/2005 5:35:57 PM ( 19 y ago)

I have fallen off the planet, so to speak.

After spending several months of writing each and every morning, bringing to the written page my various insights and intuitions, dreams and visions, thoughts and mind-farts, I have found myself in the last month in another world—almost literally. It has felt like, and seemed as if, I had fallen off the planet: or, at least, the planet I’d inhabited for those several months.

That is what a disappearing act is all about. And, if it is true that we are each a living planet, filled with all kinds of various energies and wild exotic organisms (certainly our bodies and personalities could be classified as such!), then I literally, indeed, left the planet I’d been inhabiting. I packed my bags one morning a month ago, hopped into my trans-galaxical Jeep, and left the planet I’d been spending time in, and on.

So as I write this, I know I am in a much different space than I was on that last morning when I wrote a piece and posted it on the Internet. I am a different person, on a different planet of my creation—in a different galaxy, too, perhaps. I metaphorically and almost literally fell of the planet I had been inhabiting, thus finding myself where I am now, and somehow able to record and share these thoughts and intuitions.

That’s what happens when you thrust back into the energy of the Working World. I’d spent the last year traveling, studying, occasionally obtaining paid gigs writing—but never having to step foot into a workplace since I left Austin, Texas last August, 2004 to move to Santa Monica. I was able to support myself through school loans and grants as a graduate student, but the end of the school year this summer brought about the end of that life, and by October, I found myself on an island where I needed to—at least, partially—move back into the collective and get my butt into the workforce.

So after a year’s vacation, I’m back into the hotel business, waiting tables. And as can be expected, that channel that has been so w-i-d-e open this past year with my writing shut down. How could it stay open? There was so much energy required from it and all my other channels in order to move about and function in the daily requirements of making a living in the Working World.

But, with a day off, and now working two jobs each day in addition to small writing jobs I’m picking up, I have discovered this morning a channel opening up, inviting me to come inside and check things out. And, hot damn, this place feels familiar! I know it’s not the same world or the same planet that I was inhabiting just a month ago, but it’s a good space, nevertheless: and, perhaps, one that will be as creative, as fruitful, as the other one—if not more!

So I am grateful for this new planet that I’ve landed on, knowing the one I fell off a month ago is still thriving out there somewhere, still filled with all of the creative abundance and joy that I left behind. I know this new planet I’ve encountered is even more powerful, because—quite probably—I’ve been creating it all along while on that other planet that I fell off. It’s quite probable that this new planet is so much more powerful because the creative energy, intentions, blessings, and abundance that I’ve been creating it with are filled with a vitality that I’ve never put into a new creation before.

And, so, therefore, I am now beginning to wake up, so to speak, in this new land, on this new planet—sensing the amazing world that I’ve created, and didn’t know I was creating all along. It’s pretty amazing, really. I’m in that space of, like, Wow, this is pretty cool! I think I can make something with this planet, this world. And I think I already have.
 

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