Let me out. Who's got the key?

 

Time has come, once again, to release old contracts.  Which ones remain?   Have done this exercise before.  We are peeling back the layers of the onion.

What is left?  I invoke the spirits of my great teachers.  The Dalai Lama 14th, the Karmapa 17th, Situ Rinpoche, Jigme of Bamei, of the Lotus Monastery.  There is Geshe Dargye in this cloud, and Tergar Mingyur Rinpoche, too.  They surround me within their light.  I ask them to help.  Together, let us pull.  Pull!  Grab that energy which is stuck, and pull.  But it does not come.  Does it budge a little?  Maybe  I hope   Is this more of my vivid imagination, that is not connected to reality?

 

Evil exists, I would never deny that.  But it is a lower energy, one I need not fear.  It is easily defeated by evoking the light.  Like the TV commercials of household cleaners; goodness bubbles up and swoops down upon these scared little mites that run, defeated.

I feel blocked in.  I wanted to go to California, to a rally of potential 300 other mostly-women, assembled around Lee Harris, Mr. Clean with his great physic and bald head.  I spent over $2,000 before even leaving my home.  Then the genies struck, breaking into my car and stealing ONLY my passport, which I never carry on my person but was forced to by the Mexican government that day.  That act brought to a screeching halt my plans to finally get myself into a mosh pit of other spiritual workers; to finally break the isolation.  Nope.  All plans canceled, money lost. 

Then the ordeal of getting a replacement passport.  There was no grace there, either.  My experience, elsewhere documented, was traumatizing.  To rub salt into the wound, when the passport finally did arrive it was for 12 months instead of 10 years.

And then I discovered that the world has collectively lost its trust in humanity.  The passport has newer, more intense and frankly ugly changes to the passport, to thwart the thieves and outlaws.

The mother of paranoia is, however, Mexico.  The one document that reigns supreme is the birth certificate.  There is no authentication, no legal person, without a birth certificate.  It is so universal, that outside government processing offices in the mall there is a slot machine dispensing birth certificates.  But not mine, of course.  All I have, to prove who I am, is my passport; which is recognized internationally as sufficient documentation of citizenship.  But not in Mexico.  The passport is nothing without the birth certificate doubling down.

I feel caged.  I can’t do anything with my car without a title.  Having lost the title, I cannot fulfill the requirements for replacing it without a birth certificate.  Sympathetic friends tell me to sign up for assistance for seniors.  There are various, one of which is a monthly pension check.  I went to apply, but without a birth certificate I cannot.

The consulate cannot replace my birth certificate.  It is a State matter, not Federal; they have no jurisdiction.

Is anyone listening?  Answer anytime, I am listening, I am waiting to hear.  Whatever is binding me, please let me release it.  I am ready.  I am not fighting you.  Here I am, talk to me.