Displacement & Finding Your Way Back (pt 5)

My journey prompted by the powers that shouldn't be & their grand scale human lab experiment...

Backing up in the timeline a bit, as of May 15th 2023, I had started renting space from a coworker, in her unfinished basement for $100 per week. The $1600 per month in the motel was killing me, making $18 per hour, I was just surviving & couldn't save shit for an apartment. The coworker had initially said she wasn't charging me anything but I know for a fact Nothing in this life, especially when dealing with other humans, comes free.

This was an interesting experience in my journey. As with pretty much every “new thing” in life it presented much differently at first from how it ended exactly 5 months later. When I first arrived, everyone in the house was aware of my presence and respected my space. Unfortunately when U become considered “part of the family” that doesn't last, especially when the family which U have just inadvertently joined doesn't really practice any type of boundaries. The basement was very much like a prison cell in that it was a concrete box with plywood rectangles cut to fit inside the “window wells” sealed in with spray foam insulation, so No light No Air. While there was more space it was still a very claustrophobic atmosphere due to about 6 foot ceilings of floor crossbeams from the 1st floor of the house. There was no lock for the inside of the internal door, so with the washer & dryer in the next section over, I was in a very high traffic area. There was a sliding barn door set too high up, with an approximate 3 inch gap from the floor, to access the concrete stairs to the steal hatchway doors into the backyard. I had a full size mattress in the furthest internal corner of the basement, situated on top of an area rug which was just slightly bigger.

The first few weeks were just your everyday life. I've lived in a lot of different communsl living situations my entire life, however with the exception of my biologicals, everyone else has always had a sense of modesty. This family, Not so much. It's an interesting event to come up the basement stairs first thing in the a.m. to start your day, when the bathroom is directly across, with the toilet at the furthest end, to the sight of someone parked on the toilet taking a shit, because they're quite comfortable leaving the door wide open. This someone was never a toddler potty training, this was anywhere from 10yo to 43yo, and not particularly in my comfort zone. I also discovered that my coworker was completely comfortable walking around the house at any given point in the day in nothing more than a hip length tshirt, with ass & vajayjay hangin out for everyone to see. It was however her house so it is what it is, I wasn't comfortable with that scenario at all but I’m the outsider & if U choose to walk around butt booty ass naked in your home that’s your business. It's funny cuz I work in the health field all my life, have no issue with human biology, but I’m not comfortable being around people who are comfortable just lettin it all hang out- which really don't make much sense. The one time I did say something to her about it tho, she was standing a few stairs up from the floor in the basement & was trying to show me something in front of her. I immediately stopped her telling her, “I’m not putting my face in your bare ass to look at that, U need to move if U expect me to check it out!!” She actually looked surprized by my reaction & statement.

The constant arguing and fighting within the family was enough to drive anyone insane. The fact that people would call the cops on each other because of arguing, and try to drag me into the middle of dealing with the cops which I did Not (Would Not) call, was totally fucking retarded. Then having to pull a 43yo mother off her teeny tiny lil 16yo daughter so she didn't actually injure her (all because of an ARGUMENT) the night before starting a 13 day work stretch of a 60hr week which rolled right into a 75hr work week, when I should have already been sleeping, was just Over the fucking top Obnoxious.

Summer of 2023, Connecticut sustained a whole lot of Torrential downpour style rains, and everytime this happened the basement flooded. I’d come in from a 12hr workday to an inch of standing water across most of the floor, including the carpet under my mattress (thankfully there was plastic wrap around the mattress or I would have had a true waterbed). I had purchased a 2 gallon (more like maybe 1 gallon) capacity shop vac from Walmart & after a 12hr shift with a completely bed ridden client, have to cycle between vacuuming the water, and running upstairs to dump it in the toilet about 35-40x, before taking my shower & getting 3-4 hours sleep, to do it all over again tomorrow. The carpet never fully dried before the next rain storm, so it began growing mold underneath, which I was breathing every nite while sleeping. I also had plenty of 6 & 8 legged roommates, a few of which were noisy as hell. I love the sound of crickets, but when they insist on parking themselves at the head of your bed surrounded by pure concrete to start chirping in the middle of the nite, that Is NOT a Nice Wake-up!!

Thru all of this five months, I learned how to have better control over my temper, & how to go within in the midst of complete chaos to find my Peace and I Am Truly Grateful for this experience. Those were the lessons gained from last year. I also started finally learning how to meditate deliberately, as opposed to the spontaneous meditation that has been simply happening all of my life. I worked a lot more on my Spiritual path. Learned how I utilize grounding techniques best. I moved in on May 15th and moved back out on Oct 14th, into my own apartment for the 1st time since deliberately making myself homeless September 28th of 2020. Not long after moving into my very own lil sanctuary tho, it became apparent, I’m not Home yet. The Matrix Fuckery may have been the catalyst that prompted my journey but Honestly that Alarm clock going off in 2020 was a good thing as it prompted me to drag my ass outta bed & GET TO WORK!! I know it did the same for a lot of others & as much as it most definitely has Not been a comfortable experience- It Has been 100% Necessary!! Each step in this journey has lasted a few months here, a few months there, and each step brings new lessons. Sometimes, like currently, it's a repeat of an old lesson which I hadn't quite graduated correctly from in the past. All of it is preparing me for the next level. I went thru at least 3 different Ascension processes in this past year, and the lessons are the growing pains, to get to the next level. As with anything in life if U want to be Your Best at something, U Have to Train for it!! U don’t just wake up 1 day and say, “U know what?? I’m a professional Boxer today!!” and proceed to go jump in the ring with Tyson, Holyfield, Foreman, Ali, or Camacho because if U survive it you’re going to get your ass handed to U. No, if U wake up 1 day & decide U wanna be a professional Boxer, U are going to go thru years of training & sparring before U ever get a shot at jumping in the ring with the big dawgs!! Well, being on a Spiritual Journey is the exact same concept- U will go thru Sparring sessions in life to build your strength & talents, to enhance & learn to utilize your gifts properly. If U look at it all from a negative perspective U won't learn anything & U will cause yourself a lot more grief. If U keep a positive outlook, U will realize Life is School and There is Absolutely Nothing U Can't Achieve, once U set your mind to it!!

This is where I will end this chapter, I believe this series will be completely wrapped up in part 6. For those of U who have been on this journey with me so far, I greatly Appreciate Each and Every One of U. For those of U just joining me, Welcome & Enjoy!!

Mad Love & Blessings to All Y'all🥰🥰👑👑💜💜☯️☯️🧿🧿🔥🔥🌴🌴