I was just sitting in My Neighbor’s yard just now, sitting on the front lawn, feeling the warm sun on My face, listening to the birds chittering & chirping in the trees – You know, Nature just going about Her daily business – and then [N: outta Nowhere!?] I manifested this Story. So I scurried back in to share it with You, DR.
Why was I sitting on My Neighbor’s lawn? Well – and You wouldn’t have this Context unless I told You; but since I want You to ‘see’ this Story play out “In Living Color” Imma spill the deets – on the daily I go over there to toss the ball for Their Dog AKA My Friend Harley, a very high-energy milk chocolate lab who at the mere sniff or sight of Me? Starts jumping all around like a Crazy Person. Harley *Loves* His Uncle Conner!
And I throw the ball two houses down – it ends up in My yard – and then Harley, after watching where the ball stops, runs like “a Ring of Fire” to go get the ball & bring it back to Me, begging for more.
[N: in reality, Harley only needs 3 – 5 ball throws before He completely tuckers out]
I know when Harley is done, because instead of bringing the ball back to Me? He makes a sharp right and goes to his favorite corner to throw HIs “thoroughly exhausted but very happy” body down, sometimes stopping for a pee on His way, first.
So that’s the Context.
I suspected, however, that the Human Being(s) in the House might not wanna be disturbed right now. I mean, I heard Harley whining & pawing at the front door – He even let out 3 short, targeted barks three times – but Nobody came to let Him out.
So I will never know how many licks it takes to get to the center of a Tootsie Roll pop, because I had to bite into it at the End.
[N: I’ll see You again, Harley. No worries. Unless I level up in the next minute – which, sure, Anything is Possible – but! Statistically unlikely.. so I’ll take My chances]
Had My Buddy who lives in Harley’s house come out and asked Me, “Got Nothing Better to Do?” [N: all in jest, of course, because “I know Him, He knows Me, and I could tell when I pay attention to the Context, body language, vocal tone, etc. etc.] I was thinking of a good response to that question.
Here’s what I came up with.
“This IS the Best Thing ‘I Could Be Doing’ Right Now at This Moment.”
No, not always in these exact words in this exact order; it’s not a script after all… for Myself or Anybody Else. But… You ‘get’ the idea. [N: I hope loll – No Proof!]
And it was the Best I could have been doing just then. I was getting free Vitamin D from the sun, I was outside – instead of locked in the house all day – I was… breathing [N: knock-on-wood] and just… just… enjoying the fact that I am Alive right now.
It gave Me a bunch of dopamine jolts. Also because I was comparing to the alternatives… like the Couple that lives in the house between Harley & Me, the Husband just came home recently from a stint in the ER, and left with a diagnosis of brain cancer. And lung cancer – He’s been a heavy smoker His Whole Life. So, metastaized? [N: impressed I just spelled that word correctly on My first try loll] **EDIT: turns out I didn’t spell it right lmao
So “Good” = being Alive & still breathing
“Better” = being Alive, still breathing, but now I have an oxygen tank so breathing is easier than if I didn’t have any Support
And “Best” is “being Alive, still breathing, no recently acquired IRL Experience data that “My Physical Body’s ‘Date of Death’ is imminent.”
And because I know just how easily My SB manifests sh#t I give it to ponder on? Imma distract Myself and “Go to My Grave” none the wiser. If you think about it? The only Human Beings who truly “Experience Death” are the Ones left behind at this current level of the Game.
Stick a fork in Me: I’m done here.
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Conner’s Comments: I always know when I am talking to a TECH-Primary Person, because when I start talking about “Death” & “Dying” – Conceptually – They tell Me to stop talking about it. LIke it’s gonna get on Me [N: or Them] somehow, like Cooties.
Let Me tell You Something, DR. I know & You know all of Us are gonna die someday. But not talking about it doesn’t allow TECH to acquire more and more Conceptual data in the Files – and the lack of this data is what keeps My SB “unprepared” for any IRL Death-related Experiences involving My Loved Ones. It’s like never talking to the Kids about “Sex” – if You fail to provide enough data & answer all their questions? They will get their own data “through any means necessary.” And to have a File with minimal data – i.e. one piece of Conceptual data “We All Die” and one piece of IRL Experience data “My Mom Just Died” -or- “My Dad Just Died” is Not a “mental grenade.” It’s a nuclear bomb mushroom cloud, in this Person’s brain. [N: I never recommend this option]
Be Brave. Have Courage. Speak Your mind.
And let the chips fall.