Our CE-5 group toured the Green Acres Village last Wednesday, during our off time from watching, thinking about, and gearing ourselves up for, contact with ET/UFO.
Luckily, the place was somewhat cleaned up! Here’s the patio, without people.
Too bad they couldn’t be invited to our Dinner on Thursday, but I decided that adding over a dozen newcomers to our weekly event was likely to overwhelm the others!
Who knows, that might have been the wrong call on my part. I make lots of “wrong calls” here, which then need to be adjusted, or countered by the experience we have as a result. After all, remember that this entire project, as well as my entire life — I consider to be an experiment. In other words, what we call “mistakes” are simply nodes that ask us to pause and reconsider. They are wake up calls. And given that even the most enlightened among us tend to fall asleep when things go smoothly, these jarring occasions are exactly what we need to remember to move into detached awareness of whatever, and from that spacious place, to allow the universe to pulse us in the direction that encourages even fuller aliveness. For it is aliveness that we are hungering for, more than anything else. That thrumming feeling within our being, that heightened, brimming sense of immense, intense possibilities reaching out in every direction from every single point in the multiverse.
Oops! I began to wax metaphysical there, something I do tend to do, without thinking. In fact, I often have to bring myself back to the here and now, and am so immensely glad that my partner Rebecca, who has been grounded in earth’s cycles of fertility for 40 years as an organic market gardener, serves to ground me, too, just by her presence. That afternoon, I was very glad that she returned from an appointment in time to meet the group and sit with us for awhile.
More and more, passers-by want to know what we’re doing here. Which is of course, a huge part of our mission, to share and educate the public as to one way of transforming suburbia. Just the other day, a mother/daughter team of Jehovah’s Witnesses came to the front door. And after I somewhat curtly (which I regret) told her “no thank you,” she then responded, “Oh that’s okay. You have a beautiful place here.” I responded, only a bit more cooperatively, “Yes, and it now comprises three homes and their grounds.” Of course I should have dropped everything and offered them a tour! Another missed opportunity. But you know what? I was in the middle of the tomato mold fiasco, and not in my preferred state of detached awareness (which also includes a generous heart and spirit)!
Here’s three more shots of what the CE-5 group experienced during their tour:
