by Patch Tue May 03, 2016 10:08 am
James.k.Polk wrote:
As for me, I don't think moving to the desert would make a difference. My personal theory is that some people live in a world where UFOs and mothMen are things, and some other people do not. If you don't see bigfoot, then it is likely that you *can't* see bigfoot. He will never come up to my back door and ask if I can share any salt.
I remember when I was a kid and saw a magician do tricks and I was in awe. The same magic applied to Santa Clause and the Easter bunny. Then later as the world grew cynical around me and I learned the truth behind the magic of youth, I held on to the belief that there is still a mystery to the world that people choose to, or are pressured by normalcy, to ignore. I dug into it in my 20's reading about astral projection, practicing Zen meditation, studying different religions, using breathing technics and body language to influence others. It was all fascinating.
I would notice things that others would dismiss as coincidence or luck. I didn't buy it. There was something deeper.
After years of this belief, I let it all go. Not by choice, I just noticed it was gone one day. I accepted that I had been foolish to hold on to it for half a century. I went about the next few months with a belief in nothing. There was an emptiness inside me. I couldn't trust my gut anymore. You know that feeling when you are playing basketball and you throw up that crazy hook shot that has no business going in, but you knew you would make it anyway. Where before it felt like I could almost "will" that to happen, I had nothing. I didn't sink into a depression, but there was less desire inside me.
A few weeks ago, I embraced the mystery again. It has been a part of me for so long, I felt empty without it. I dove back into a the belief, that there was more to the world, if I choose to believe it. I went into a store and picked a lottery ticket that was calling out to me and won $30. I had not won on a scratch off in months. I cooked hot dogs on the griddle waved my hand over the top of them and they rolled whichever way I passed my hand. Sure the blistering skin on the dogs makes them move, but still, with a wave of my hand all 8 rolled the direction I wanted, then back again. When left alone they just wiggled. It was an old trick I have done for years. the kids loved it. I can't explain how it works, beyond it works. (lamest super power ever)
So I'm with you Polk. If you believe you will see. If you don't you wont.