IS THE ONE PERCENT ABOUT TO GET STUCK IN A TAR PIT?

... or is the title of today’s post wishful thinking on the part of my imagination?

As chaotic times prove ripe for imaginations to run wild, I’ve decided to place mine on a leash so as to train it to run down streets (channels, wave lengths) that my thought processor has mapped out as being positively focused—quelle surpris—which is in keeping with doing my best to feel cheerful, peaceful, safe, secure, mentally entertained and grateful for many aspects of my life, for example, being well stocked (thanks to Will for foraging for both of us!) with necessities during this pandemic crises, which continues to boggle our minds based in the fact that never before, during our lifetime, has the entire world chosen to shut down, nation by nation.

Hopefully, once this craze of global illness passes (and as with all craziness; it will)—people will get well (and so, hopefully, will I), but even so, much, which had been a given, will not return to ‘normal’, because the world, as we knew it, is bound to change in ways that we can't foresee, today, as innovation, born of necessity, calls upon ingenuity to create untried ways to turn surviving this current crises into thriving, just as was true after great beasts, which had once roamed planet Earth at will, had ceased to exist after stumbling into tar pits as exemplified in L.A..

Seriously, wouldn't it be a dream come true if today's crises somehow effects unforeseen change in that great behemoths, whose heavy footprint roams planet Earth at will, hoarding 99% of the wealth to selfishly feed personal quests for power, went the way of yesteryear's dinosaurs, freeing up 99% of the people who, feeling stuck, sinking in quicksand, have been somehow swindled out of earning their fair share of stock in companies built on the blood, sweat and tears of employees, whose creative ideas, no longer stolen and sold by mega powers, see their families faring better than ever before?

Last night, for some reason, after binging on The Good Place (and lessens in ethics) I chose to watch local news instead of leaving our living room when Will turned it on, and I’m glad to relate that most of what I saw proved uplifting, as Will’s favorite news team aired several stories highlighting good hearted folks helping those less fortunate in deeply generous, highly creative ways, so rather than covering my ears and eyes (not an easy feat for a member of the animal kingdom who makes do with two hands) my spirit felt reason to smile just before the rest of me headed off to bed with sound reason to believe that sweet dreams might be mine.

I don’t know about you, but while penning the upbeat nature of today’s intuitive train of thought, my spirit’s smile felt spurred to ride straight out of my core on a sudden, hope-laden surge of positively focused energy, and on that mindset-expanding note, I’ll bid you adieu till darkness is chased away upon sunrise, tomorrow.
❤️Annie
PS
As happens from time to time, intuition draws my mind back toward a published post in which complex passages prove in need of simplified clarification or insights, which ignite over night, insist upon being plugged in, and as this morning, upon awakening, the latter proved true, you might want to scroll back to review yesterday’s post based in the fact that insight-laden details, submerged within my subconscious, overlong, felt ready to filter into the conscious portion of my processor, this morning, and as these insights have now been plugged into the post published previous to today’s, it comes clear that yesterday’s train of thought was published for public consumption in an incomplete state of being, which, based in my ever deepening awareness of my intuitive powers whispering into my ear, has been repaired ...

Also, the fact that my think tank has been trained to focus upon the positive does not deny the reality of deeper truths concerning the fact that countless people are terrified for sound reasons.  Then again, on the other hand, if my well developed sense of empathy is unmuzzled then there’s no telling what kind of domino effect may affect personal strengths, which were not mine until many sessions of EMDR therapy offered me reason to minimize my heartfelt capacity to feel the pain of others as my own ... so if my posts seem unsympathetic, please make note of the fact that having silenced certain aspects of today’s deeper truths from running freely through the conscious portion of my mind, you’ll only see the little of me that my defense system allows me to show concerning my vulnerabilities and strengths. And thus do we uncover yet another reason why my need to relate stories filled with strings of inter related insights feels imperative to the storyteller who, having been paused, is sitting in the wings while serious illness and, now, the corona virus share center stage ...