Turnings

I 'do things,' and then try to figure out why I did it. With the upcoming reconstruction in my area, I realized once again I'm rotating my bed 90 degrees. I don't do this with forethought or intention, I just do it. It seems to occur seasonally with me, and there is no intellectualizing going on - I think about it afterwards.

It's like a minor, internal disharmony of a note being sung off-key: 'something's not right' and I do this, usually moving my bed around the room several times. Invariably, it ends up perpendicular from when I started, and 'feels right'. In the fall, the same thing tends to occur.

So then I think about it.

Somewhere in my fuzzy past, I read something about poles and east/west, north/south turnings. Me being me, if I'm comfortable, I'm not going to change something just because some book said I should do so to keep up with invisible forces of nature. I just do it, and if the book agrees with me, then maybe there's a reason for it - I don't know.

I'm exploring options for What's About to Happen here, and one of major ones is shrinking the queen-sized bed (room enough for me and all four dogs, if they're in here) to a single. I'm leaning towards a thick, double layer of foam instead of a mattress, but Bones Being Bones (my BBB), it has to be suitable for me.

So... I leaned the bed against the wall and shoved the two drawer sections together with the foam pad doubled on it to test it last night. And it did okay. The Bones actually seem better this morning than usual, so that'd be a good thing!

It was a decent test, in that I chopped through the frozen snowbank to open up my door for the upcoming chaos. 'Chop' being the keyword, in that I had to use the ice chisel due to the steady rain we had previously. If I'd gotten up like the Tin Man without oil, it wouldn't have surprised me. Getting up not-too-bad was a pleasant surprise instead.

Huh. That's actually a major decision in my world. If I made this change without considering Bones, it'd be a major screw-up. Cranky Bones test anyone's patience and drain energy.

Which is why I think a reincarnation as a Jelly-fish would be cool. I'd be the poisoned kind so others wouldn't mess with me, just squooshing around. No bones about it.

Blending the Unseen...

Not sure what you think about water - if it's just clean or dirty or swampy or toxic. But there's some fascinating information on the effects of thought on water at http://www.life-enthusiast.com/twilight/research_emoto.htm and research that's been done. Great pictures, too, on this site, though it does come from a product-selling site.

The intrigue of it lends to further pondering; we are composed of a lot of water, so what do our thoughts do to ourselves? If we thought water was just a mix of H's and O's - i.e. 'non-responsive, nonliving' substance, and yet we can see changes in the structuring of it "by thought" ... what other 'solid facts' are open to rewriting?

I loved the movie Now What The Bleep Do We Know? because it questions much of our assumptions. I would take it a step further - then why do we empathetically declare machines and rocks and land itself are outside these influences, instead of allowing there may be more than we know, yet to discover?

I would, wouldn't I? :)

And I'll add, if Einstein is right about time and space being relative, then where is the central point of it all? Wouldn't it be like Grand Central Station, where things (people, even?) could flow in and out? At least thoughts, hmm?

Seems 'my Bleep' is pretty big in 'my world'. And does seem I do better when I go with the flow of it, instead of "sinking to more mundane world views that dismiss it" - it does no harm when I thank the washing machine for continuing to perform; it also gives me a sense of gratitude. Which I should have, and is where this post started "on water".

Don't just drink it, think it?