Right so. I could take stock today. Needed more screws, believe it or not. Got them.
Base is sending out tools and cleaning supplies and consumables to every Olympic venue. I’m based at base but solving problems as they emerge so pretty mobile.
Darren just joined the team and is living in the Airbnb, and to my enormous surprise he is at home to the oojieboojie. I didn’t bring any incense thinking I’d be in hotels, but now I wish I had. I didn’t bring my cards, which is not like me really. I’ve had them on many events before though and never used them apart from a daily for myself. No time and nobody with inclination. Typical that the first time I don’t, someone aligns. Events people are enormously practical, generally. There’s no time for listening to the wind though. There’s too much to do.
If I hadn’t been here this evening I would have been at The Willow Globe in The Tempest. Magical place, magical play. The whole piece has been carefully guided towards that magic by Maddy. Shakespeare is about channeling anyway, the last piece the most magical. It was the words around which – (with some adlibbing) – I first drew the interest of wonderful Lou. He left more of the light that he was channeling in that play than many others, did our Willie. I’ll need to find my Prospero in time, but right now I’m not ready to break my staff.
Darren and I went to the park after work. The Bois de Vincennes. We lay on the grass a while. We looked at the water. We contemplated the trees. We connected with the world and each other.
We are largely working on a metal mezzanine in a vast concrete warehouse at the moment. The work involves “consumables”. What are they? Screws. Cable ties. Bolts. Les vis. Les Cableties. Les Bouleaux. A million types of tape. Toffee tape, glass tape, gaffer tape, masking tape, packing tape, insulating tape, double sided sticky tape, hazard tape … … there’s more. Yes then tools and everything else but this evening, after the park, my thought is on the screws and cable ties. And staples. They’re gonna be everywhere, these tiny things we are handling.
You know me by now, oh constant reader. You know my obsession with the movement of energy, and my mission towards myself, to shift and process and pull the badness out of things where possible. Well, this is the finest opportunity I’ve ever had, and Darren has just come to join. We can send millions of tiny flickers of brightness and positivity to every venue in this town. Nobody will pay attention to the screws and the cable ties and the staples, but if these things are resonating at the highest level they can resonate at then all the better for this broken world. Every country in the world will send their finest humans. Why not try and make even the bolts and fastenings as bright and energetically healthy as the athletes. This is my work, under my work.
Is this how I justify working really hard on mundane things? Or have I been given a fantastic opportunity for global lightwork? I dunno. I’m just moving stuff around. And that involves moving ideas around. And ideas are powerful.
I tend to take Pascal’s Wager generally. If you take it pure, and don’t complicate with what people have done, most belief structures are more positive than their absence. You don’t have to do anything more than allow a bit of cosmic thinking. And Pascal brought the word God into it, but that’s just one frame of understanding of the unkowable. Whatever it is, either I’m sorting millions of screws and I can’t fill them with light, or … or I can. Or I can believe I can and be happier about sorting millions of screws.
Either way, you’ll all be getting a bit of the light I’m sending out via these screws. Best I can do with the life I’ve led up to now. Someone else can do the pole vault.
AlBarclay 