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The Experiment, Pt. II - Energetic Compatibility Scale

Re-reading The Experiment I noticed an unanswered question, Is being this uncomfortable for this amount of time worth it? I have no idea. That's what the experiment is for. I'll have to get back to you on that part. Within the wisdom of the intervening months I can now state, unequivocally - yes! As with most things in my life, just because I didn't immediately master new tools doesn't mean they don't work. I am generally able to instantly process and utilize new tools for practical application once I understand them, but on occasion, I actually require that dreaded linear-time duration in order for synthesis to take place. So it was with this.

I have found an odd juxtaposition between being a natural optimist and simultaneously not a, "morning person" which honestly just makes me giggle - I wasn't previously aware of the stark relief of the two until I interacted at length with someone who is both. A glaring chasm of difference indeed, and an interesting dichotomy in comparison. That said - and it has to be mentioned somewhere so why not here - I often mock my morning self as being, "Doc Brown-like" with my crazy hair all over the place, but seeing Cass one morning wearing MY morning face and MY Doc Brown-like hair, ensconced in only a robe was the funniest, most endearing thing I saw during my fortnight in the Southwest. It was so completely relatable.

Walking the Thompson Fenceline Trail in Corrales Heights, Jennifer introduced me to energetic compatibility, a scale from 1-10 which, well, gauges compatibility energetically. The lower the number, the greater the disconnect. Ideally, the number should be eight or higher for effortless, energetic compatibility. If I recall correctly, I was sitting at a five or six (from various, confirmed sources) with Jennifer, though throughout the New Mexico trip, it nearly incremented once. Thing about a seven would be nothing glaring, rather a whole host of minor things which would clash, causing needless friction. Believe you me, I understand the concept. Furthermore, I trust that process, and Jennifer.

Additionally, she'd been ignoring her spirit guides, so they took another approach - they started harassing her ex. Eventually fed up, he contacted her, but again, she didn't want to to hear it, so she sent her daughter to quash the litany. Awkwardly, she instead confirmed it. The guides are speaking, but she's not listening. What is it her guides were saying? That she needed to take a break from me, and re-focus on her destiny. My reaction to this was two-fold: 1) It was an easy ask. No reason to not fulfill their request. 2) If she's taught me anything, its that we are destined to repeat the lessons over and over until we learn them, so why would she, of all people, be ignoring the very guides who have otherwise never led her astray? (She's looking into that).

Several days later, as I was back at the meth house showering, it all finally hit me - everything - past, present and future. I didn't care what the eventual (presumably fluid) outcome of the energetic compatibility scale, the spirit guides' request for the break; all I held was gratitude. Gratitude for all the things. That which was learned, that which was discarded, and that which was yet to come, in any guise it may offer, and I let her know as much. I was no longer tied to any specific outcome, because the journey itself - not its destination - was where the magic had happened; continues to happen. For that alone, above and beyond all else, I was thankful.


Rio Rancho, NM

FORGETFUL AF

Traversing Dimensions

I dreamed I traveled across dimensions. I was in an office space - my own - and would, "build" additional desks vertically, outfitting each with similar computers and peripherals, stacking the desks atop one another. Each new level corresponded with a different dimension. Once I, "climbed" to the next desk, I would reach the new dimension, and could interact with the technology on my desk at that level and observe/experience life as it was (or my interpretation of it) within each dimension - at least from the forced perspective of the constraints of my surroundings - my office space, and that into which it had visibility.

The higher I built, the faster I could run through the hallway of the offices, checking each and every room on the floor observing both the differences each dimension had to offer as well as sometimes watching my own past actions or modified past actions play out. Samuel L. Jackson was in one of the corner offices and spoke words of wisdom to me. At one point Cass asked me if it would be okay if I kissed her. I found the request odd, and felt compelled to weigh carefully my answer to her, given where I was, and what I was doing.

At some point, while building more desks higher and higher, I started losing some of the in-between dimensions. They would just...evaporate; disappear, usually one at a time, then more rapidly, several middle desks at a time. I couldn't build fast enough to outrun the pending collapse. The foundation was still in place, as were numerous layers below me, but once enough of the middle ceased to exist, the entire construct collapsed, taking me down with it.

I awoke gasping for breath and covered in sweat. Only an hour or so had passed in real space.