Don't Buy Any Green Bananas

The Freedom Year roll-outs, meet-ups and funnies continue.

We be chillin' in Cafes like it's not Philly

Today I finally got out of bed at 0630 because I had an "early" (1000 hrs) breakfast meeting with Dan. Good breakfast at Honey's and good ideas exchanging. This Minimum Wage Fitness scheme might get going after all... only, I don't want to spend too much time on it. Dan gave good feedback on the ebook so far. Still in development.

After breakfast we went over to see Dan's friend Carl, (who I met for the first time today. And it's very worth titling this entry after something Carl was told.) Carl's writing a series of books about how everything we think we know about how the body works, how the Earth works and how intelligent design is wrong.

After his second heart attack at age 63, Carl was advised not to buy any green bananas. His doctors didn't think he'd live long enough to see them ripen. At that point he quit his meds (he refers to them as poisons) and "started listening" as he says. He'd made his peace and was ready to be taken from this plane.

Well, apparently "God" (and Carl often secularizes the word for the atheist/agnostic reader) wasn't quite ready for Carl to depart his Earthly body. I'm not going to tell his story because Carl's doing that in his book series. Suffice to say that Carl began learning about the body, its functions and its components from the perspective of a mechanical engineer.

What he shared about how the body "unwinds" was fascinating, because I've followed and heard several other people make the points he's made about humans, the earth, the Creator, etc. So I was on the same page. Hopefully, I will get the opportunity to do a more thorough piece on Carl. Mostly I sat and listened to him present his first book. He has a very good reading voice, super good energy and an excellent vibe. Very worthy of a follow up and friendship.

Next stop... Reading Terminal Market where I meet up with mah roll dawg, DJ Zollielama (Rybrew). I couldn't resist getting the gator sausage po' boy (that means hoagie), but I could resist the bread. As long as I've been in Philly... and working downtown, I am just now trying out some places for the first time. Another first for me was the smoothy spot also at RTM. It was pretty good... like a virgin pina colada, with ginger. [And no stomach/digestion issues, either.] And I got to practice my Chinese.

Lately we've been doing a lot of chillin' at cafes and coffee houses and recounting adventures and remembering the old days and laughing. My sense of humour seems to be in high gear lately and there's always some bit of philosophy, business, travel advice, or drama (not ours) to chuckle over.

I've been forgetting the names of the days, but not the dates. So I'm still good. I've lined up a few more meet-ups this week. I have to check-out of the job tomorrow and get my new ID, the one that identifies me as being actually retired.

I have to admit there's a best of both worlds feeling to this [which if I could coin a term and sell it, that could be my accidental million] part of my life. To look (so I am told) and feel too young to be retired, but to have the "age," the experience(s) and the wisdom that comes along with those qualities to be able to go off and do those things that I kinda-sorta only imagined (out loud to my friends during BS sessions) doing, is pretty dope.

And that's what Freedom Year is all about for now. If you like this blog so far, subscribe, or follow or comment... (not sure what the options are) and you will probably receive an email alert in your email. Also share it with your friends, especially those who like to wander, imagine and explore.

Cheers.

Life and Synchonicity

"The majority of people are carried along as the falling stone, obedient to environment, outside influences, internal moods, desires, etc..." The Kybalion.

This quote seemed relevant to me today, although I like to think I have a bit more control. I know what I have to do and when I have a choice I put it to the Universe and the Universe usually answers.

At the beginning of the countdown 12-16-2015

Today's meet up with Isabella was postponed for a couple of hours due to whatever chain of events influenced the person who was supposed to show up to work... not to show up. This resulted in my decision to leave the house at a particular time when the bus I needed, which runs less frequently on Sundays, was only a block away from where I was to catch it.

This fortuitous synergy between myself and the bus operator, a (too) cutie, by the way who had the rear view mirror maladjusted so that passengers could not stare at her, put me at the Green Line Cafe just as Dan was getting himself a cup of tea. This unscheduled but welcomed meet-up was clearly a sign; something that was meant to be.

Dan and I have been meeting up and sharing and comparing information and analysis of alternative finances, let's say; crypto-currencies, passive incomes by way of the internet, international travel and the rapidly changing paradigms of our history. We set up a meet for Wednesday, which - if the signs remain consistent, could be mutually beneficial for all involved.

Isabella and I always have interesting conversations about life, relationships, personalities, future goals, paths, dreams that sort of dialog. Our friendship in undefined (on my end anyway) and seems to be on a long-term slow burner. She seemed impressed that I maintained friendships for long periods of time. I told her we'd still be friends twenty years from now. I have no doubt.

It seemed like any one of our meet-ups and not as if we won't see each other for an undetermined length of time. I feel that together we're the type of friends who'd be able to pick right up where we left off. We have no tragedies or heartbreaks or breakdowns to share. It's been just over a year since we've been hanging out.

There's always - or so it seems - that get to know somebody curve that gets in the way. Or maybe it's the agenda that gets in the way. My agenda... stay friends, see what happens, stay chill, don't freak out, keep it moving. Same as my agenda for life in general.

I think it was the same book, The Kybalion, from whence I quoted above, that suggests that a Master can rise above or control the circumstances that often cause chaos in other peoples' lives. Although I strive for mastery, not over external elements but from within myself, I do not consider myself much of a master at anything. However, it does seem that without much conscious effort, events, circumstances and unexplainable timing has been working to my advantage.

As long as I don't try to consciously manipulate the Universe, things will continue to progress as they will. As long as I am willing and able to accept these events, the synchronicity and the magic, if you will... it will continue manageably if not always smoothly.

I shall speak no more of this.

Until the next time.

Peace.