Wednesday began in Durango with a car ride to Gallup that took about 6 hours. I was at the station with cash to buy a ticket - no amtrak at the `gallup station - you can only buy the ticket on-line. Scrambled about to find a credit card - i have no plastic and do not play that game of bits with bankster - and found a payment by a friend who had owed for prior work done. Booked a 'verification' number and had 5 hours to wander the old southwest. Wish i had room in the fully stuffed pack for gifts - absolutely nothing fragile.
The long trainride began at 7:00 pm, as a lightworker, i made everything perfect. The southwest chief would land me in Los Angeles at 8 am yesterday - Thursday as it ran overnight through Arizona and California - places i had never seen. The shake rattle and roll kept me awake overnight - my mind filled with love and good will while occupied by thoughts of the excitement of the coming times - next week the portal opens and in two weeks - ascention. Much light work to do.
LAX train station was filled with sherriffs, beiing present to counter terrorists. I had to laugh at the suits - brown camo to blend in with the train station crowd. i smiled and had convesations with all shapes and types of people - a fun lawyer for the people, a lady trying to get home with non-functional bankster plastic. Breath, and things can change.
By 10 am i was headed up the coast - my first glimpse of southern California - oil derricks that look like ships on the horizon and waves beating upon shore. A long-winded blowhard expounded nonsense and controlled the conversation - i sent him love and shut him down - we can only handle the gloom-doom talk for so long - he is frozen in the old paradigm of fear and fear and ego and fear. We gave up on that - love wins.
My travel buddy was a 19 year old singer in a rock and roll band - the insight from the younger generation was just what i needed to mitigate my middle aged jaundice. The weighs of the world were revealed - a bunch of youth from Oakland to Chico demonstrated the hopelessness of the old paradigm - passed out on the floor of the lounge taking a train pas home and having to pay to ride back.
We had some track problems - arrival this morning came at 6:30 am - i landed on Mother God's doorstep to be greeted by a hug and a smile and a cup of joe. My second wind returned as now, i was home, with my family, ready for more light days. The count is now 13, another Fibonacci number, which mans winding the spring a little tighter for the powers that used to be - love wins.
And lemme must go. He got howdt - now others need the same opportunity. Close your eyes and think of me and soon i will be there - to lighten up even your darkest hour. Namaste' Lemme
