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The Mystic's Meandering Musings
I’m in my 70th year as I write this. I say that because it’s the most important thing about me right now. I see the light at the end of the tunnel. It won’t be long now. Even though I believe I will live much longer than expected, I know I won’t live forever in this body. All this “fun” we’re having will end at some point.
And I’m sitting here with the biggest quandary of my life in my lap. What am I supposed to be doing until the inevitable end arrives?
I can tell you one thing I need to do: I need to publish my “Walking Through Your Chakras” book. I got reminded as I rummaged around in my writing software, refamiliarizing myself with the tools. There it was, “Final copy,” just sitting, finished, and abandoned.
I got so consumed with running our lodging business and then its subsequent sale that everything else fell by the wayside. I have been exhausted for some time now. I hit a wall. Life just got to be too much.
I’m slowly coming out of the hazy fog I found myself in. I’ve done all the heavy lifting with the Chakra book already; it’s time to pass it on to others to work on with the goal of publication. So you can look for that soon. Indeed, before the end of the year 2024. I already have the book cover elements ready for the artist.
But I’m back to my current dilemma: what should I do now? Besides the obvious tasks (to me anyway) of getting my house in order, literally. The business sale inundated us with stuff, and the rest of this year will get spent mucking ourselves out (before someone has to do it for us.) I don’t want to leave a mess for someone else to clean out. Let me become a minimalist in my final days. That’s saying a lot coming from a heretofore packrat! People can change. They must heal to do so, and I’ve done my work. We shall see, LOL.
If you are familiar with my work, you know that my book Walking Through Your Walls intends to be part of a three-volume set. The obvious answer to what I should do would be to finish the subsequent two volumes. I’m sure that’s what my mother would say, LOL. Unfortunately (or maybe not), that doesn’t resonate with me now.
I would question the standard logic by saying I still have several hundred copies of Volune 1; why? I have no idea. Many people are happy for me to pay them to interview me, market my book, or sell it. However, those avenues produce no revenue.
I don’t mean they don’t produce much; they produce nothing, zilch, nada, squat, zip, zero. My book sales are a joke, yet I have no idea why. The material is always well received. My temptation is to throw up my hands and give up. Just go off and live my best life (what’s left of it) and forget about it. What is a “life purpose” anyway? And at 70, who cares?!
I wish I could forget about it and give it up, but I can’t. I came here to be a “lamp” in the darkness. It’s hard to ignore when the Universe orchestrates my name, becoming and describing my life purpose.
If you are familiar with my work, you’ll know I’ve been hosting the podcast “Let’s Become a Beloved Society: Conversations Illuminating Our Path to Wholeness.” At the beginning of the year, my co-host Mary Ardagna and I did a kick-off broadcast. During that episode, we suggested that you look for us every Friday.
It was the last broadcast we have gotten to do! Without going into details, the Universe made it clear we were to abandon or, at a minimum, pause our pursuit of that project. So idle it has become. Our apologies to our followers for any disappointment!
This brings me to my point: While waiting for further instructions about something other than writing a blog, I have decided to share my thoughts with you as I go. We will journey together through self-exploration and discovery of the world we find ourselves in as a collective. These are exciting and frightening times on Earth and in America. Hold my hand, and let’s go wandering.
Thank you for reading!
Namaste’
Lynda A Lamp
