[Note: This was written Aug 26. I did step out on my journey a couple of days ago, and have more to write. Continuing to have changes as energy clearing continues. I think I was in a feisty mood when I wrote this one. :) - Fritz]
On Friday, I came across a big box of old children’s books that had been put out for trash in front of a private school. One of the things I like to do is redistribute stuff that I come across that might be useful to others and leave them in random places, so I went through and pulled a whole bunch of books to leave around the town. This wasn’t the “perfect score,” but it could perhaps bring back childhood memories for somebody, or at least it has some aesthetic value, just to see something interesting liberated from possession while walking down the street; I feel it brings a little magic to the area.
There was a book by Rudyard Kipling, a book of Edgar Allen Poe short stories, Peter Pan, a couple by Beverly Cleary; some collections of short stories, some coloring books, a book of mazes, a giant book of crossword puzzles, a couple jigsaw puzzles in boxes, a 360 page book a manga, several well-known illustrated books from decades ago. I just leave em on bus benches, electricity boxes, newspaper machines, any surface. I threw a couple on random houses doorsteps, I don’t know, maybe it’ll mean something to someone.
I always kinda do stuff like that. I feel like the treasures should be liberated at least to some extent so that once in a while if someone wants to do something they have the means to do it without some sort of a string attached. Back when I had “a lot of” money, someone put in my ear that it was good luck to “plant” money around, and I did that; I would actually put a bill under a tree, or on a bench, or just throw it on the ground. I didn’t even really have that much money; for those fleeting moments I felt it was enough that there was extra. Even then, six or seven years ago, I felt there was something very wrong about the way the system of money is designed, how it favors self and how each makes money for them-self and if you have a lot, you win in the world, and if the next person or you doesn’t have any, too bad for them or you. The merciless aspect of it. I always I always felt those who had thousands and millions hemorrhaged up, why don’t they go out and change the world in a way that directly affects many others; obviously the mindset isn’t designed like that.
At one point in waking around distributing these books I felt this big surge in my body, like I was holding something, it almost felt tragic, it almost felt like I was going to collapse. I had been thinking of how maybe some of these books might be rare or worth something and how I couldn’t be bothered with a thing ike that, how I didn’t have a home or room to keep stuff anyway and how I didn’t know how I would get by in the near future, but I still wanted to give; it was indicated that it was a sense of an outpouring of love i was feeling and to stay upright, and everything would be good. Probably because it was midnight and quiet and the moon/vibe at that time brought up that sensitive state.
I liked it so much I went back to the box the next day and got some more books and distributed those on the way here to write this. I’m just so sick of the current way of doing things, on so many levels. I’m tired of apologizing for it or trying to fit in. The current system couldn’t end soon enough unless it’s yesterday. At least I have a doctorate in patience.
The Seed Banque 