Doorbells, Crooks and Nay Sayers — Just Another Monday Night

DING DONG.

What’s that? A door bell?

DING DONG.

It’s not our doorbell. Ours sounds like, DING DING DING DONG. DONG DONG DING…(It’s ridiculous, you can stand at the door, in front of someone, waiting for it to stop ringing. Sometimes they are long gone and it hasn’t finished announcing them yet).

DING DONG.

Wait, I’m dreaming. There’s a doorbell ringing inside of a dream. No door. Just a…

DING DONG.

OKAY! You have my attention!

I’m trying to remember, what does a doorbell mean in a dream? An opportunity? A new experience?

Or somebody trying to get your attention. Ah Ha!

What was going on right before the DING DONG? A voice asked inside of the dream.

Let’s see….

I was very upset about a false accusation. I had been denied a position I was seeking because of some accusations that were hidden away in my “file” from back in 1988.

“It says here you stole jewelry”, the “file keeper” revealed.

I felt the blood run out of my face, replaced by boiling rage.

“I did what?!!” I screamed. “I did nothing of the sort!!”

“Says here, four pieces. You stole four pieces of jewelry. We can’t in good conscience hire a crook, now can we?”

“A crook?!!”

I remember a tidal wave of emotions engulfed me. A surge of, Oh now EVERYTHING makes sense! Like some giant conspiracy that’s been running through my life, fucking things up, and THAT’S not true! I was a jeweler AFTER 1988 for almost twenty years! You’re a liar! This isn’t REAL!

But the most overwhelming emotion of all? Injustice. THIS ISN’T FAIR!!!

DING DONG.

My husband and I are the Norma Raye and Che Guevara of THIS ISN’T FAIR.
We will soap box stand and spark revolutions when the deck looks stacked in favor of a lie.

This runs heavily through our energy and at any given time we are fighting one or more wrongful injustices because that’s what happens when you fight lies and liars — they are attracted to you like moths to a flame.

This would be commendable if we had different lives as Union busters or Wall Street vigilantes.
Instead, it just brings us (mostly my hubby), but me too, injustices to fix. Wrongs to right. Tickets to fight. Lawsuits to win.

I believe thoughts become things. I know that to be true as much as I know chocolate has medicinal properties. And as of late, I’ve been working on purging the THIS ISN’T FAIR from my energy.

I think it fought back a little last night. Or at least, it came out from hiding in the shadows.

DING DONG.

Olly, Olly, oxen free! You can come out now where I can see you!

Do you have an idea of what’s running in your energy? I’ll give you a hint: Take a look at what keeps showing up.

Are you a problem solver? Problems.

Are you a nay sayer slayer? Hello, nay sayers.

Get it? Good. Me too!
Carry on,
xox