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"It was a dream of perfect bliss
Too beautiful to last.”
December 2010.
El Phaba is
back to dropping things in the same fashion as she was before she went away
(and no longer coughing of course either); that is, not OTT like the first week
she was back because then I have to put music on to cover it up. There is
simply no choice. In fact, I am really enjoying spending the Winter evenings
listening to all my old KISS FM dance tapes. Some seriously amazing music on
these cassettes! I’m loving it. So, whenever she does decide to make a lot of
noise in the evenings I am already protected from it by this buffer. Sometimes
I listen to music all evening. Sometimes just from 8 or 9 p.m. if she comes
home late I also have the option to turn it up but I don’t. I’m only interested
in enjoying the sounds and covering up the elephant dance upstairs. She stomps
and crashes about as much as possible in the mornings but I just put up with
it. I’m really into the energy of forgiveness at the moment so I send that. Oh
yeah, on 12 December, El Phaba dropped something on the lino that was SO loud
it went right through me! Kind of like a knife through butter. It was as though
every cell in my body had a momentarily disorienting bounce and then landed
gently back on their feet again.
11 December. I came home in the afternoon and El
Phaba was standing in the hall preparing to go out. I expect I must have given
her a bit of a fright since we rarely pass each other. I said, ‘We meet again!’
to which she replied, ‘We do.’ Kind of like two enemy secret agents keeping the
exchange to a minimal level of acknowledgement. As I approached my front door,
I added, ‘I’ll leave the door open for you then.’ We had met the day before. I
am still including the request for ‘protection and guidance throughout my day’
in my morning decrees. I have been finding myself looking at the time when it’s
11, 22 and 33 past the hour for a few weeks now, and particularly times like
11:11, 12:11, 11:22, 11:33, 21:12, 12:22, 13:33, 14:44, 00:11, 21:12, etc. It’s
kind of cool. Just a sign that I’m being protected and guided of course.
According to Commander Ashtar, many of us are feeling a stronger connection to
our guides at this time anyway.
Monday 13 December to Wednesday 15th.
Maltesers ‘coughed’
around 10.30 to 11 a.m. each day. Possibly on Sunday as well, I can’t remember.
So, I figured this was more proof of the conspiracy with El Phaba until…
15 December. Ha Chu ‘sneezed’ at 7.46 p.m. So
the Sheriff of Pantomine is back and wants me to know it. Too funny.
16 December. 12.30 p.m. ‘Hammering’ on the wall
for a few minutes. Sick. Haha.
18 December. Saturday. El Phaba played loud music
during the afternoon. At 19.14, she dropped something so heavy on the floor
that it felt like a psychic bomb. I imagine she has a lot of anger in her.
This is an
abusive environment. What to do?!
19 December. At 11.05 a.m., El Phaba dropped
another extremely loud noise bomb! Then Maltesers ‘coughed’ a minute after I
had noticed the time was 11.11!
20 December. 2.05 a.m. Maltesers strikes again
with her loud fake ‘coughing.’
21 December. Lots of rubbish has been thrown
into the front garden again. Empty plastic bags strewn all over as well as tea
towels that have been cut up and an empty coke can. Could have been a fox. No
food though. The Sun is aligned with the Galactic Centre and there’s also a
Full Moon and total Lunar Eclipse.
22 December. The phone rang at about 11.30 a.m. The person hung up quickly without speaking. Those guys over the road were working on a car from early this morning and only packed up for the night around midnight (they were making that loud, ugly sound of the electric [or air] tool that loosens and tightens the bolts on the hubcaps at 12.25 a.m.). [They were still working on this car on Christmas Day!].
El Phaba is
continuing to make a lot of noise here and there when she’s at home, on and on,
every day, forever! She also left one of those ab toners in the hallway, right
in front of the door for about a week before I moved it to the stairs. The
first time I moved it, she moved it back. But then she just left it propped up
on the stairs. It’s been in the hallway for at least two weeks now! Originally,
it seemed obvious that she believed this was causing me some inconvenience.
However, I now suspect that there is a deeper message in there; that is, she is
teasing me about being overweight (perhaps even her boyfriend’s idea and
apparatus). Again, if (like them) I cared what other people think I might feel
hurt by that statement! Instead, it just reminds me how thick she is. I mean,
the ab toner is blocking her way, not
mine now so it is only an obstacle for her. [Hence, she eventually moved it.
1 January 2010. I got home at about 11.15 p.m. The
next-door neighbours were talking and started talking so loudly from 11.25 that
it sounded more like yelling. Then at 11.56 there was loud laughter.
2 January. Ha Chu ‘coughed’ loudly. Loud
talking late at night.
3 January. Both Ha Chu and Maltesers coughed
just before and just after 11 p.m.
So, how do
you love something you don’t like? Are we expected to show love to our
torturers? Am I supposed to simply express gratitude and forgiveness the whole
time my neighbours are making a racket late at night? How so? That is not
authentic. Yet, perhaps this is the way to tap into one’s higher self and,
through one’s intent, set in motion a different energy pattern and allow the
situation to change rather than preserving the density and difficulty by
resisting it. That way, one is not paying attention to the illusion, the world
of appearances, but placing faith in God. That’s a big ‘perhaps’! Because how
long would one be required to endure such persecution, or sustain a state of
unconditional surrender? But the answer, I know, is a convincing, invincible,
unequivocal ‘Yes.’
23 January. 12.55. The guy over the road was
yelling across the street for ages and then Maltesers ‘coughed’ loudly plus El
Phaba then dropped something heavy on the floor in a veritable, perfectly-timed
circus performance. Oh. I just remembered: I blew my nose a few minutes
beforehand. Gosh! This incident did actually get to me a bit. I felt myself
sucked in and wanting to take revenge because they are both being a menace
every day. However, I didn’t want to go there. It is better to focus on what
makes me feel good. Otherwise, I’ll never get out of here alive! But,
generally, when either El Phaba or the neighbours try to annoy me I just shrug
it off and think it’s sad for someone to feel that they need to behave in that
way.
24 January. Well, the neighbours are a problem
again, talking very loudly until gone midnight each night this week. Ever since
I started going out to work again I have had to put up with loud noise late at
night from next door and then being woken up by the bulldozer in the mornings!
25 January. Well, it’s been Bulldozer Bonnie
throwing invisible bricks at me morning and night, daily, all month. This
evening, at 8.30 p.m., however, I was subjected to a tumultuous barrage of very
loud noises caused by various hard items being dropped on the lino upstairs,
one after the other after short pauses.
28 January. I was trying to meditate earlier in
the evening. The mechanic who works over the road with the bearded foghorn was
sitting in his car with the window down talking to someone on his mobile phone
for nearly half-an-hour. It was loud enough to interfere with my focus. I said
(still sitting in my chair), ‘You don’t even live here, man! Fuck off home!’
Then, finally, I went over to talk to him. I wasn’t terribly friendly towards
him, I admit. He agreed to stop. I walked back into the house and he just
ignored me. So, 5 minutes later, I put some shoes on to go out and talk to him
again. I asked if he had finished work and he said yes so I said, ‘Go home! You
don’t live here. I’ve told you before, this is a quiet street and you’re
causing a problem.’ After a pause, he said, ‘OK, I’ll move.’ 11.34 p.m.: a
loud, fake ‘sneeze’ from Ha Chu.
29 January. Elphie’s boyfriend came round for
her at 6.35 a.m. (my alarm is set for 9 these days!).
“When you
are distressed and stressed My Beloveds your energy vibrations fall. When your
energy vibrations fall you are then attracting those into your energy fields
with lower vibrations which in fact helps draw more of those negative events
and people into your lives.” - Archangel Michael (channelled
through Carolyn Ann O'Riley, ‘The Whirl Wind,’ 1 February 2011,
www.carolynannoriley.com).
2 February. It’s completely insane here at the
moment really! Like a zoo! I am being exceedingly tolerant. I often consider
retaliating when it starts to get to me but then think better of it and shrug
it off somehow even though lie really sucks at the moment and my vibration is
not as high as it was previously. I am tired of all the games. Nothing really
works anyway and, now that I have lost my semi-effective deterrent, I only
strike back by banging on the wardrobe as she is leaving the house when her
attempts to disturb me succeed and I really want to release the tension and/or
want her to know what I could be doing if I was so inclined. Most of the time I
find that I am able to endure the assault and brush it off with forgiveness,
often saying out loud, ‘Bless you,’ still. This little slice of positive intent
appears to do the job and also reinforces my new orientation in the heart. This
day was midweek and just before a New Moon. The Ha Chus talked until gone 2
a.m. (they have been doing this regularly this year although not quite as late
as that). Holy fuck! As I am writing this, Ha Chu just let out a wild ‘sneeze.’
It’s sooo loud, man! I am chuckling but only because part of me would like run
the bastard through with a sword (which, for all I know, I already did in a
past life)! And, of course, it’s funny because I just decided to record this
other incident because the next morning El Phaba was much louder than usual and
at a much earlier time. Anyway…’Bless you.’ A little delayed on this occasion.
It is actually 6 February today, 22:55 as I look at the time (naturally!). In
fact, this morning, after waking up, I added to my invocation, ‘I ask for
protection and guidance throughout my day,’ something like ‘and not just fancy
numbers in the time!’
6 February. El Phaba was simply a nightmare
today after I chose to react to her single, loud, timely noise bomb yesterday
before she went out (I banged on the wardrobe as she was leaving). I put up
with it gracefully. Ha Chu let out two loud ‘sneezes’ at exactly midnight as I
was struggling to get to sleep. I don’t know, I’m a bit chesty at the moment as
I’m coming down with a cold and I have a sore throat but I don’t know if it is
related to the issue with my back tooth and nerves that my dentist is currently
assessing! So, I had coughed a couple of times not long before that but I would
have thought they were way too quiet for the neighbours to pick up. It is
possible though.
7 February. 9.23 p.m. Ha Chu ‘sneezed’ loudly. Then again at 9.47 p.m.
8 February. El Phaba really went for it this
morning just like she did all day on Sunday, walking around in shoes on the
lino and dropping heavy objects on the floor. It was torture but I was also
very tired and kind of delirious because I have had trouble sleeping for the
past two nights. I have been in pain and also took a couple of painkillers
halfway through the night. What I need are neighbourkillers! Haha. On the way
to work an African lady was standing by the stairs on the bus while her young
daughter was standing in the corner on the larger stair. It was a squeeze to
get past them both so I asked the mother very gently and politely if she could
please move. She refused. So I asked her a few times and explained that the
stairs are for walking up and down on and that there was insufficient space for
me to pass. She just wasn’t having any of it. In the end, since she wouldn’t
listen to reason, I decided to raise my voice and tell her to get out of the
way. ‘Get the fuck off the stairs!’ I asserted. ‘You people are so rude,’ she
replied, reluctantly fetching her daughter and making room for me. I was,
naturally, a bit angry (I think because I was aware of holding up the people
behind me who boarded after me), but I regret swearing. Well, damn it, it’s
rude to stand on the stairs on a bus, rude to listen to your personal stereo
loudly and talk on mobile phones on public transport. Actually, I have never,
to my knowledge, complained about this before although I have certainly given
people grumpy looks for standing on the stairs of a bus before. Usually,
however, there is at least just enough space to pass. On this occasion,
however, it was the fact that the mother, although not on the stairs, refused
to leave or remove her daughter from there. Consequently, her torso and arm were
in the gangway blocking my path. On another bus journey today I had to put up
with two people listening to loud music in their headphones: an Asian guy at
the front and a black girl at the back. It is usually one or the other so there
is at least some distance from selfish people like them. I just smiled at the
black girl on the two occasions I passed her.
When I got
home in the evening I decided to do tai chi in the garden because it was unusually
warm and sunny today. At first, I had to put up with an Asian mother yelling at
her daughter over the back (a few houses along) with the window wide open. It
was so loud that I had to stop for a while until she had settled down. Oddly,
as I resumed practice, or about halfway through, her young daughter made
strange, piercing and very irritating noises for a few minutes. I had my back
to her and I was not sure if they were aimed at me or not. When I finally
turned around, however, she was hanging out of the window looking at me, quite
clearly doing her best to get my attention. Since my turn had been a natural
part of the form and not for her benefit, she quickly disappeared and shut the
window! Really annoying.
Evening.
22.10. Kids screaming for a while. Now Maltesers turn: fake cough. The
neighbours were noisy until gone midnight. I had trouble getting to sleep again
anyway.
9 February. 8.13 a.m. El Phaba dropped
something on the lino, then at 8.32 walked on it wearing shoes. Yesterday and
today, I shouted and made a racket with pots and pans in the kitchen as a
warning to Ha Chu to quit the sneezing tyranny. 19.22. There you go: El Phaba
let out a loud fake ‘sneeze’ and dropped some stuff on the floor immediately
afterwards. Why would she be doing this? I have done nothing for her to respond
to. 20.14. Fabala dropped something on the lino’d floorboards and it was
shockingly loud! She then put some very loud dance music on (radio) 5 minutes
later. I listened to The Cure but could hear the thumping drum beats upstairs.
She turned the music off at 20.54.
12 February. Ha Chu ‘sneezed’ loudly around 11 a.m. and
Maltesers ‘coughed’ at 8.41 p.m.
13 February. Crazy evening! I meditated for over
an hour-and-a-half and for most of that time El Phaba walked around in shoes
and dropped things on the floor. The noise grew louder and louder but none of
it reached me only because I was enveloped in God’s embrace. The noise bombs
eventually reached a crescendo and I felt the sound waves hit my aura but they
did not penetrate to reach my nerves. I heard, sensed and observed the chaos
from within a cocoon of Light. Otherwise, I’d have had to stop meditating and
put some music on!
These are
poisonous darts thrown in my direction. El Phaba has to have her bouts of noise
invasion a few times a day every weekend as though it’s a military operation. I
am not recording all of it. It’s the same old same old. Dropping things mostly.
This weekend she has ‘coughed’ loudly a few times, including once as Ha Chu was
pulling away in his 4x4, but it’s only some evil reaction to my own genuine
coughing I expect. It is not loud enough to affect me and simply reminds me how
childish these people are.
"I
love the man that can smile in troubles - that can gather strength from
distress, and grow brave by reflection. It is the business of little minds to
shrink; but he, whose heart is firm, and whose conscience approves his conduct,
will pursue his principles unto death." - Thomas Paine (American Crisis I).
Valentine’s Day! El Phaba dropped something loudly
on the floor at 8.21 a.m. and Ha Chu came outside just as I was ending the tai
chi set, talking and then gobbing! Haha. My neighbours love me really!
16 February. El Phaba’s ferocity resumed this
morning and the Ha Chus were talking very loudly (‘not quite yelling’!) from
about 11.15 p.m. onwards as I was trying to get to sleep. Furious, I got up at
11.30 and put wax ear plugs in my ears which were uncomfortable but I managed
to fall asleep and they did not feel so uncomfortable when I awoke in the
morning. The guidance I received from the Angel Cards was Tenderness and, in the morning, I read in a book by White Eagle,
“…when illumination comes there is only one way in which it is possible to
live, and that is by spontaneous love, kindness, gentleness, not only to
brother man, or to the sister of your spirit, but to all creation.” (The Light Bringer, The White Eagle
Publishing Trust, Hants., U.K., 2001, p.24). Even the nasty neighbours!
It’s a game
of cat and mouse as always in this house!
17 February. I put the radio on in the kitchen
for a couple of hours in the morning. I also banged around here and there and
shouted when I heard someone in the toilet next door. In addition, I ‘coughed
and spluttered’ when Fabala left the house this morning and returned in the
evening, banging on the wardrobe again tonight. I guess I do not feel much
tenderness toward my neighbours right now! I also, somehow, managed to knock a
pan off the stove which contained some dirty water and had to clean the whole
area, including the portable stereo and power cable reel. Bad vibes! Still a
worthwhile price to pay for standing up for myself and deterring the noise
terrorists though. I cleared away some rubbish that had been thrown into the
garden today which, disgustingly, included a used condom!
19 February. Saturday. There is a used condom
hanging over one of the thin stems of the lavender bush which is strewn over
the wall of the front garden so it is dangling over the pavement! Eww! I’m just
leaving it there, sorry! In the evening, the Ha Chus were noisy and disruptive
again. They have the youngest daughter and her child staying for the weekend. I
went to bed at midnight, hoping that they would quieten down but, by 12.30, I
had to wear ear plugs again.
20 February. I put the radio on for a few hours
in the morning. In the evening, they were loud from 10.30 p.m. and also banged
on the wall with a solid object and again at 11.10, really loudly. Kids
screaming loudly again. I went to bed after they had quietened down, around
11.30.
21 February. The next-door neighbours started
making lots of noise from 9 a.m., deliberately talking loudly near the wall
mostly, like a planned campaign. I reacted to their malicious intent and turned
the radio on. I switched it off at about 12.30 p.m. but put it on again shortly
afterwards when there was further loud talking accompanied by Muslim religious
singing playing on a stereo! My worst nightmare! Haha. I discovered afterwards
that a whole group of Pakistani women had arrived for the party (that is, I saw
them all leaving at the end). Actually, Michael Jackson appeared to me last
night prior to sleeping. He was wearing black and grey, smart but with an
‘Indian’ shirt. When I turned the radio on this morning, the second track was
from Off The Wall and I found myself
singing along to it as I made my breakfast. It did feel very supportive in the
light of my vision last night, I have to say. In fact, even while the
neighbours were noisy again in the evening, I enjoyed a very special
Ascension-related connection online. There was an uplifting energy between the
three of us which we felt very tangibly.
22 February. The Ha Chus and children were noisy
again from around 11 p.m. (the same as yesterday). I had to wait half-an-hour
before going to bed. However, they started up again at 11.40. Then, there was
so much running and jumping around by the children, shaking the floor, as the
adults egged them on really loudly. I eventually conceded and wore ear plugs at
12.03 but they’re not very comfortable and I awoke at 4 a.m. and couldn’t get
back to sleep again.
“Any
fool can criticise, condemn
and complain but it takes character and self-control to be understanding and
forgiving.”
- Dale Carnegie.
St. Germain
assures us that control of the emotions is important and that human beings find
true happiness when they give themselves totally to the universe and to God. We
eventually relinquish control of our four lower bodies to our Christ Self which
is our True Self, the Christ. (Intermediate
Studies in Alchemy, Summit University Press, CA., U.S., p.56). “And so,” he
explains, “it is that we develop in the students those same christlike
qualities that will make them pillars in the temple of God that cannot be moved
by human emotions, no matter what their guise: criticism, condemnation,
judgement, self-pity, gossip, treachery, tyranny or human deceit. The alchemist
must be oblivious to all human conduct yet not unaware of worldly thought to
the point where he plays the fop. To him the fulfilment of the fiat, ‘Be wise as
serpents and harmless as doves!’ is the order of every day.” (ibid. p.57-58).
23 February. El Phaba dropped something on the
floor which was excruciatingly loud before she went out at 8.30 a.m. I was
still in bed. I had the radio on all morning.
24 February. El Phaba was very loud this morning,
dropping things on the floor so I played loudish music for a while. Three of
the daughters (well, including Maltesers, whom I don’t believe is their
daughter) are round there with all of their kids. Around 11 p.m., they talked
loudly and knocked on the wall for a while. It all kicked off with a few fake
coughs. This time, however, the kids screaming and jumping around preceded
rather than followed the adult symphony so they fell silent by 11.30 p.m. Just
after that, I suddenly sneezed when I was in the other room near to them and
beneath Fabala’s bedroom. I was on a bus this afternoon and a black guy sat
down in the seat across the aisle to me with music blaring out of his
headphones. If he wanted attention he certainly got it. I looked at him a few
times and then, after a few minutes, I got up and trod on his foot as I made my
way to the back of the bus. Man, I was angry. He was a big guy but I was going
to lose it big time if he complained. No, that is not love, but it’s not
violence either! It could be worse. This is not a violent area. Someone was
telling me recently that they watched a guy being seriously beaten up on a bus
once. What is the solution? Just
putting up with people’s shit?! I still don’t know! Haha. But, at least I am
not allowing people to get to me. I am dealing with them in whatever way I feel
I have to in order not to sink into a negative frame of mind or feel completely
depressed and powerless.
25 February. 20.11. One of the daughters
shouted, ‘Yeah, whoo hoo!’ and I could feel that it was directed at me. It was
the start of a noisy evening! I didn’t tolerate it for that long, however. I
played louder music than usual (still not very loud though) and, later, shouted
when someone was in the toilet next door. Loud talking and kids yelling late at
night so I stayed up until ten-to-midnight. I still had to put up with some
noise for a short while before they retired, however. The neighbours also
knocked on the wall with a hard object several times until midnight which was
the loudest one.
27 February. The Ha Chus were deliberately
laughing loudly at 11.35 p.m.
28 February. A loud ‘ah choo’ from Ha Chu (who
else?) at 11.27 p.m. Yeah, I’m a tough cookie! (as a Canadian lady who’s an
online friend suggested tonight).
You have to
believe – and see – that you’re on top of everything. You are powerful and what
you will shall manifest. Do the wizard thing and exercise your imagination each
morning.
Sir
Lancelot (John
Cleese): We were in the nick of time. You were in great peril.
Sir Galahad (Michael Palin): I don't think I was.
Sir Lancelot: Yes, you were. You were in terrible peril.
Sir Galahad: Look, let me go back in there and face the peril.
Sir Lancelot: No, it's too perilous.
Sir Galahad: Look, it's my duty as a knight to sample as much peril as I can.
Sir Lancelot: No, we've got to find the Holy Grail. Come on.
Sir Galahad: Oh, let me have just a little bit of peril?
Sir Lancelot : No. It's unhealthy.
Sir Galahad: I bet you're gay.
Sir Lancelot: Am not.
Sir Galahad (Michael Palin): I don't think I was.
Sir Lancelot: Yes, you were. You were in terrible peril.
Sir Galahad: Look, let me go back in there and face the peril.
Sir Lancelot: No, it's too perilous.
Sir Galahad: Look, it's my duty as a knight to sample as much peril as I can.
Sir Lancelot: No, we've got to find the Holy Grail. Come on.
Sir Galahad: Oh, let me have just a little bit of peril?
Sir Lancelot : No. It's unhealthy.
Sir Galahad: I bet you're gay.
Sir Lancelot: Am not.
- Monty Python and the Holy Grail (directed by Terry Gilliam and Terry Jones,
1975).
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