Same Old Brand New Story... Again

Gettin back on my grind

Being in a Brand New place is far from a new experience for me. I have a habit of making it part of my process to randomly walk around paying attention to absolutely everything in my path, as a means to kind of download the landscape into my brain. This is how I “learned” to get my bearings at a very young age. The interesting thing about that is I intuitively knew this skill at 12 years old, the first time I needed it, when I left Bridgeport CT where I had lived the entirety of my life thus far. I went from a major city into a small, very country town, and from constant adult monitoring to the majority of my day on my own. I set out to explore in every direction as much and often as possible. I learned the entire town I was in and the next town over in a couple of months time, including how to get out to the beach. Without a compass or map and this was loooong before cell phones, Map Quest®, gps navigational systems, and certainly before such a thing as Waze® or google maps®.

During my first exploration here, I came across a location which instantly brought a genuine recognition~ I've been here before. Most certainly not in this lifetime or maybe just not in this timeline but I definitely know this place. It was when I looked at this castle of a church a memory of standing on the grass right in front of it. There was no road behind me as I stood looking at the front of the building, like there is today. The memory was warm, happy, and Peaceful.

I stumbled across a brand new peace of music this rising, in my YT feed, and I truly feel it's linked somehow to the castle.

Yesterday was an awesome day. My first day back on the clock, which that part I was honestly dreading. I didn't/don't want to have my money stolen. I'm so over the whole bullshit storyline of “big brother” has our best interest at heart & the illusionary rhetoric of government stealing from us to “provide” for us. It's all lies!! The whole pathetic system is a fucking ginormous pyramid scheme. Thanks to dumbasses in generations past not questioning shit but instead just bowing their heads like good lil sheep and accepting it, the government & all of its friends (which aren't even government) like the irs, are capable of simply stealing the money (currency= energy exchange) which we bust our asses for, without any real recourse for us. This makes me not want to work where there's any W2 process involved. But I keep reminding myself this is temporary, there's a much bigger picture in build at this moment. Everything ran smoothly with my bussing, I got to check out a few other areas which I've been interested in, and I was able to have a cup of espresso with a chunk of cheese, on my way, which was quite enjoyable.

When I got to work I was pleasantly surprized to discover my first client who I will spend two days a week with, is an Absolute Sweetheart!! When I got done with my client, I walked for a bit, arriving at my second job to speak with my boss, more or less just checking in with him, and that turned out to be a great conversation. I was worried that the screwy bus schedule was going to cause him to backpedal on hiring me, but he said that it was no problem. So I still have a part-time second job as well. After leaving there, I went to Aldi and they finally had my burger patties back in stock!! For anyone who's not Carnivore this won't seem like a big deal, but if U are Carnivore and not quite financially set U will Appreciate a frozen bag of 12 count 73/27 quarter pound Hamburger patties for $10.49, especially when the Only ingredient is Beef. Had I remembered the exact bus route when I left Aldi I could have secured an Emergency coverage shift for 5hrs last nite, but I didn't and I missed my bus subsequently missing the xtra 5hrs for this week. It is what it is, apparently I wasn't supposed to take that shift. Still was able to find out valuable and necessary information regarding further bus routes & schedules, so it wasn't a complete waste of time. Got on my bus, then back to the town where the shelter is, and started up my music & my walk. When I reached about halfway back to the shelter some older guy walking towards me yells, “Wutcha listenin to??” as he passes me with a smile on his face, I smile and respond, “Reggaeton” dude literally looked like I spit at him, “O” being the singular reply. People are fuckin weird. I was having a good time still, and then as I entered the shelter I noticed an uneasy heaviness descend upon me. It's honestly a decent shelter so it's not the shelter itself, it's the seriously negative energy from not only a handful of the shelter clients but also some of the building residents. That was the first time I felt/picked up on that. A subtle reminder to myself that this is only a temporary situation.

I k.o.’d last nite while attempting to finish this. Getting ready to start my workday, looking forward to getting back to a steady flow. So far haven't had much luck with any real communication with rental properties & unfortunately that's pretty damn typical in CT now. Most of these places are outta touch with reality & still think that after the 2020 Economic Decimation people are supposed to have great credit scores. So people get turned down constantly because of an arbitrary number & properties sit empty while the Homeless population numbers climb ridiculously. But I guess it's better to pay out of pocket taxes, mortgage, etc on an empty property, than to rent it to someone with a credit score of 600. Sounds retarded but what do I know, my credit score is around 600 so obviously that means I'm not a decent human.