750 words - day 3

 Today was one of the most spectacular days I've experienced in some time. I didn't get to sleep until nearly 5am and woke at around 11am. Had no thoughts of plans for the day other than to stay home and enjoy watching the constant state of drizzling rain that was misting up the gardens outside. The events that began to unfold before me felt like gifts from the Gods affirming that I am living inside of a well designed and well fitting groove of my own making. Basically, I spent the day in meditation and trances where I sent out healings to friends and loved ones regarding issues that they are experiencing in their lives. THIS is what I feel is the grand purpose of my life at this time in my evolution. Healing others heals myself. And meditating on God heals the world. I am so grateful for this condition of freedom that I have manifested for myself to be able to have time that I can spend doing these things. I gave healings for people and things that I had no foreknowledge would appear before me today. And the wonderful thing is that I am not the healer. I am just a channel for the healing energies of God and Angels to flow thru. I just need to point my focus towards where the healing is needed and ask the energies to move thru me towards the acknowledged recipient. This is not a use of my own energies. It is All God's energies.

So I was trying to scan my memory for starting off points of things to explore with this writing page for tonight. I was thinking about events from my past, mainly. So lets see where my attention falls now and see what story I'll relate for you. Last night when I was looking thru my Google docs files for album and concert reviews that I have written in the past, I read one review of a show that I attended in San Francisco, at the Great American Music Hall and for the life of me, I had the most difficult time remembering who it was I had seen perform there and more so, I described attending the show with a "date/friend" and I just cannot pin down exactly who that was that I had been there with. After I read the entire piece of writing I pretty much figured out what show it was. It was a group performance of musicians that specialized in playing the cello. I don't remember why I wanted to go to this show. I don't think that there was any top billed performer that I wanted to see... or, maybe there was, and as I explore more here it'll become clear. So the more troubling and puzzling mystery for me is "who" did I go there with. Was it their idea? Or mine? There is really only one person that I can think of who it might have been, but in retrospect I don't remember ever being able to successfully get this young woman to go to any shows with me. We hemmed and hawed about the idea of going to concerts together for over a year, but she always slipped out of committing. Also, in this document I state that this person had been, or was in a long term relationship with another person, so this accompaniment was not a legit date, but just two so-called-friends going to a concert together. Sigh, I just popped over to my file directory where those reviews are all stored, thinking that I'd reopen and reread what I read last night, but I can't find which file it was. The writing was descriptive of masculine energetic emotions that I was feeling that night, so it was more of a journal entry than a an actual review of the show... OH WAIT! that means it was a blog entry, not a Google doc! Damn my memory is so torched!  AHA! I found it!! My goodness I could be brazen if I let myself go sometimes.. The blog entry is titled SEXUALLY HEALING MUSICIANS... Good Lord what a different mind and soul I had back then. It's dated June 26, 2007 and I'll share the link to it so you can see for yourself what a different person I have been thru history. And why oh why was I afraid to put the name of who this person was that I went to the show with!! Did I not fear that one day my memory would fade and my future self would appreciate me not being overly cryptic just for the hell of it? I give so many clues to how I knew her and other things that we used to do together, but for the life of me (I need to stop using that cliché, egad) the one name I am tempted to throw out, well I really don't think it was her. Okay, I hit my 750 words so for now I'll stop here and I'll give you this other wild story to peruse, hahaha...

 https://diodellamorte.blogspot.com/2007/06/sexually-healing-musicians.html