Garg I’m so tired! And all that bullshit I wrote about in my last post is completely irrelevant now. I have flipped, not tipped (into success), but flipped onto my backside like a turtle. I need a rope.
Rational brain: “Okay calm down. What’s wrong this time?”
Taxes are what’s wrong. Taxes are killing me!
Rational brain: “Haven’t you anticipated this?”
No! I mean, yes. But mostly no! It’s because of my employee’s. Now that they’re working so much, my taxes tripled since August. Tripled!
Taxes have the potential of ending my business. What appeared to be a perfectly good business plan, shot to pieces by Uncle Sam’s buckshot.
Rational brain: “Than it was never a perfectly good business plan, was it?
Shut up shut up SHUT UP.
Okay, calm down and think Mel….Think.
All the online deals I sold at the beginning of this business are expiring this month. So we are swamped and trampled on by last-minute redeemers. I can’t sell any more online deals to quell this unprecedented tax increase because we would be so backed up – Groupon debt is what I call it. Groupon debt is when I sell a bunch of deals, use up all the money I acquired from those deals before they get redeemed, and I’m left with 300 or so patrons with thirsty bodies needing…kneeding. And not a dime left to pay my employee’s with.
Rational brain: “Go to sleep. You can’t do anything about it now. Listen to The Secret and go to sleep.”
The Secret isn’t getting me through this panic. I’m flummoxed. And I can’t promote my membership program because if I did, those clients wouldn’t be able to book until weeks from now.
Transitioning into phase two (stepping back and letting my employee’s take over) happened too soon. But I literally couldn’t go another day massaging 6 clients a day, 6 days a week – I just couldn’t. My thumb started hurting so bad that I had trouble brushing my teeth. I had to hold my brush all cock-eyed like an ape.
Rational Brain: “Can’t you just wait a few weeks until all these deals get redeemed and/or expire? Then sell a few more once these deals are done and send out an email blast promoting the membership? How many more members do you need to start breaking even?”
73. I need at least 73 more members in order for me to break-even. If I can get 20 more sign-ups, that will take care of my new tax problem, but yeah….I need 73 more overall.
The reason I’m awake is, will I reach 175 members before my well runs dry?
Please oh please oh please God.
Rational brain: “There is no God, remember? There is only you.”
Don’t you dare get me started on that debate. How can you even say that?
Rational brain: “Ayahuasca told you to have faith in yourself. You can’t have faith in God if you don’t even have faith in yourself.”
Rational brain: “It’s part of our spiritual evolution….”
Rational brain: “Once we discover our own potential and capabilities – we’ll have belief, not faith, but belief in ourselves and….”
Oh my god CAN it already I got it!
Rational brain: “….we’ll see that God is us.”
So there IS no God then.
Rational brain: “Okay, let’s not discuss this tonight. Save it for your Ecuador post.”
Shit my Ecuador post….It’s so far in the past now.
It is October 9th, 2014 and I am struggling. I need to sell 73 more memberships, or make at least $125 a day. Today I made $44 and it was only in tip money. This is why I’m awake. I have shotty plans but no “savior” idea’s. And lord know’s I need a savior right now. If it’s only me throwing myself a rope, I’m afraid I’ll use it to hang myself with.
Rational brain: “Stop being so god-dammed dramatic. Just last week you were beaming from ear to ear and shouting that you were on top of the world, don’t you remember?”
I have 7 as my life path number in numerology. 7’s have extreme high’s and low’s. We are also the loner number, the rebels.
Rational brain: “Puh-lease.”
You’re not being very rational tonight, Rational Brain.
Rational brain: “Please go to sleep. Go to sleep and not publish this post? Please?”
Ah I got it!
Rational brain: “Got what?”
I’m having a low. Yes that’s it. That’s all. It should not be mistaken for clarity, when in fact I’m just going through a low. It’s transient and meaningless.
Rational brain: “Um, okay….So you can go to sleep now because you figured everything out then.”
It’s now the next day.
I woke up so tired. Zombie tired. I massaged two older men who adore me, then ran my errands as quickly as possible so I can go home and nap. I Dropped off and picked up sheets, I finally threw a mammoth bag of garbage that’s been sitting in my bedroom into a dumpster. Went to CVS to buy super glue and then walked next door to the packie so I could prepare myself for tomorrow night with 6 cans of Bud Light. Shit….Tomorrow night….
And no matter where I went today while being in zombie mode – I swear I felt I massaged everyone I came across. The woman standing in front of me at CVS – I massaged her – the woman coming out of the package store – yes I massaged her too. I don’t even need to touch a person to know what it would feel like. Everyone looked familiar today. Just like when I’m stoned, I feel like I know everyone.
Today we made $180, but we’re averaging $105. I’m supposed to be making $125 a day. $20 X 30 days is $600 which means I’ll be short $600 this month if this keeps up.
Shit, why am I telling you all this? It’s not like you care or anything. I’m in it alone. There is no God.
Rational brain: “Would you please stop with that nonsense! And what are you still doing up? It’s 12:24 AM and you never even taken your nap. Sleep damn you!”
When I got home earlier today I started playing The Last of Us. It’s a zombie game. Highly addicting. I know this sounds crazy but….
Rational brain: “When do you not sound crazy?”
The game is helping me conquer my fear. Fear in general. Some parts are insanely creepy, the graphics are phenomenal – you’re playing a man who’s guarding a little girl and at any minute a clicker can run out and with one bite CHOMP you’re dead, or she’s dead. It makes my heart race not to mention my sloppy knee-jerk gameplay reactions. But I’m overcoming it in a way that can be applied to real life.
It’s a lot like that nightmare I had a while back. Let me try to find it because it’s a really good post…hold on…here it is.
Once you’re completely aware of your surroundings and mastered your emotions, you are in full control. It’s all just a matrix anyway, no different from a video game. I experienced the matrix in that night terror, in my video game, and after ingesting ayahuasca of course. But in real life it’s a bit tricky since we’re completely immersed in the ego/fear driven physical reality. We let our emotions tell us what we see. None of it is real.
And since we’re all stuck in the matrix of emotion and thoughts (including other people’s emotions and thoughts), we can’t make choices. We remain unconscious. You can’t choose what you can’t see.
It’s now October 17. Wow…..for real?
These past few weeks been murder. I was forced into working everyday because of the backload of unredeemed vouchers that were expiring. I’m so tired. My money situation is still in the red zone.
I went to an open house for a yoga studio tonight. There was a woman there doing angel card readings. After my friends had their complimentary readings done, it came my turn. I drew the Earth Angel card. The psychic gave me a huge smile and said, “I love when this happens.”
Me – “Yeah? It’s good then?”
Psychic – “I knew you were one of them before you picked this card.”
Me – “Oh yeah?”
Psychic – “You’re an Earth Angel. You come from a far away place and were brought here to teach us. You had wings before you came here. Are you sensitive?”
Me – “Umm…..sort of.”
Psychic – “Just remember that you’re not alone. There are more of you out there. All with special talents.”
My friend grumbled saying she wanted to draw a new card.
The psychic wrote down a book for me to read all about Earth Angels and how to harness my call to help people. It all starts with me having to protect myself from abuse. Apparently I’m a magnet for abusive, manipulative relationships because I shrug off and allow bad behavior. I’m forgiving and have no boundaries with people. I have to learn boundaries and how to put restraints on how much I give to others. When left unrestrained, they feed off me and take advantage.
Ayahuasca told me I was a martyr……
Before my reading, I listened in on the readings she gave to my friends. She talked about ego and fear and completely nailed them both. I won’t go into it, but once again I found myself in awe of how some people can understand ego and fear so completely, while others are stuck in the “matrix”. This psychic girl had my full-on attention.
Tonight after the open house, we all went to the Fire Place for drinks and well, I don’t know….it’s almost like I don’t need to smoke pot anymore in order for me to see through people. They gossiped about their friends, vied for each others attention. All the while I humbly sat there and had the spot-light on me whether I wanted it or not. It automatically zooms in on me.
I’m just so tired. I’m tired and alone. One guy is trying to date me but he’s everything I hate about people. Arrogant, narcissistic, apathetic and according to tonights gossip, he tried making me jealous by bringing his friend (who’s a girl), to a bonfire I attended. I couldn’t care less. My heart went out to him because I couldn’t care less.
I hate this side of me. The side that remains emotionally unaffected – detached. I just plain don’t give a shit. It’s this side of me that people see the most – the unemotional side. The side that shrugs, gulps down her beer and grins stupidly. I don’t give a shit – but I love you!
And it’s not a way of protecting myself from getting hurt either – it’s the sincere kind of not giving a shit. It’s not a block (I can feel blocks when they occur), but more like an understanding. I understand too much of what’s happening and because I understand, I stop caring.
Anyway, I hate writing about me. I’m sure that I’m the apathetic narcissist who thinks she know’s everything – that’s why I loath those qualities in others. That’s why I can recognize them. I mean, it’s all right here in my description of myself. It’s all true. And I’m the worst of them all because I’m so far removed from everyone that I don’t even care enough to play their games or get emotionally entangled and because my cool exterior can hurt a person – I love them all the more for their humanity.
The more removed I am, the more I love people. I can’t explain it any better than that.
I’m really transfixed tonight. I need to stop writing.
I wasn’t going to publish this post, but it’s been so long since I shared anything. It has to go up. Saved into my memory bank blog.
I just looked up what it means to be an Earth Angel. It said I’m a light being who is meant to stop people from being fearful.
Holy shit dude.
A few weeks ago I was explaining to a friend of mine my definition of karma and how I learned it’s true meaning after drinking ayahuasca.
Karma is made from fear. If you’re fearful about something, the thing you’re most afraid of happening, will happen. If you do bad things and bad things happen to you, the reason why you do bad things in the first place is out of fear. Fearful actions cause bad karma. We are all here to rid ourselves of fear by means of the ego. The ego is fear itself, only disguised under a different interpretation. Lose the ego, you lose the fear and immediately you’re sent into enlightenment.
But because we’re all connected, we can only evolve together – just like ayahuasca said. Whoever claims to be enlightened is full of shit. Ayahuasca said enlightenment is not sustainable in the physical world.
“Don’t believe in false prophets” is just one of the many undeciphered quotes from the bible that nobody understands its true meaning to. ALL prophets are false. We are all the sons of god – and believe it or not, according to the bible, Jesus was trying to drill that into our thick skulls.
OH man I’m really transfixed. I NEED to sleep. And now it’s 3 AM dammit.
My friend loved my interpretation of karma so much so that she had me explain it all over again to her friend tonight. And me being the narcissist that I am, I’m driven completely by this need to share my “wisdom”. I get off on it.
I’m brewing a new breed of egocentricity. The sparkly guru who drinks beer and shrugs everything off.
Okay, enough self-love for one night. Bitch gotta get her winks.