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October 2009 
Surprise and Success for a Hesitant Mystic
Posted on Sep 6th, 2009
by 
a.k.a. Biff Cummings
a.k.a. Biff Cummings
Willow Springs' Big Track
As I awoke too early this morning with momentary, transfixed terror about one of the bigger mistakes I believe I've made in this life, I acknowledged what I did to get myself here. This is important because in order to solve anything I first have to have a realistic understanding of what I did to create my scenario.
Saintly teachers might not call them mistakes, but instead something like, "opportunities for choice and growth." This is done in order to allow you to change - if you create so much of a charge on something difficult that you stay stuck in it, no one benefits. But in order to wend my way out of where I am and where I want to be, it's certain that I must call a spade what it is ~ a spade. Or, as one of my favorite jokes explains, I might instead call the spade a "fu*&^%# shovel."
And then, after I calmed down by remembering everything I've learned about how God and the Universe work, flashed to mind my many friends who mean the world to me. They're important in so many ways it would be impossible to count them. Like counting how many of my angelic friends can dance on the head of a pin.
In this long moment, all my friends are important, but two in particular held my attention. Both embody limitless success because I asked to know someone like them and they appeared magically. One, Stacy, Knows how important she is to me, and it feels like we've been friends since forever and we'll stay that way with a little gentle attention. We have surprisingly similar philosophies and attitudes about many things. The other friend, Tania, has an understanding what she represents to me, although we're not as close. But we entrust confidences with each other which we've shared with few because regard ourselves as a soul-sister and soul-brother.
Around both Stacy and Tania I feel vibrantly alive, and that's why I love them. Yeah, I find both irresistibly cute and that's worth noting objectively. I'd love to write about exactly what they mean to me, what they inspire me to do, but this site's not the time or place. But there will be both. One of the coolest things is that nobody has a clue how pleasantly astonishing and unexpected the stories will be.
Now, my stomach's urging me to have breakfast and go back to sleep so I can triumph over what's concerning me. Maybe I'll just go back to "sleep." One of the curiosities about my intuition, kinesthesia and precognitive senses is that I when I'm transfixed by something - either good or uncomfortable - I often have clear dream experiences about my options. Like Neal Peart might say, "Did I have the dream, or did the dream have me?" And although many souls would find my options to solve what I'm concerned about limited, it's my experience which has time and again shown me that's exactly untrue.
There are an astounding, wonderful array of options for me available at any time, and all I have to do to experience them is pay attention and take action. Walk toward my options consciously by paying close attention to possibilities via intuition and experience. I suppose I Knew this but have created a game for myself where I pretend I've forgotten.
This life seems to be devoted to the experience that I'm vastly more intuitive than I would have ever suspected, and I'm supposed to learn and teach from it. In this moment, it's like I'm exiting turn five on Willow Springs' big track, dancing into the left/right transition and blind hill of turn six, a.k.a., "Monroe Ridge." I have the feeling it's gonna be O.K. although I'm quite scared and don't know for sure what's next. I just that I need to trust it's O.K. to keep my foot on the gas.
With your eyes you can't see where you're going into turn six, but in an acquaintance's terms, "they didn't move turn six overnight without telling you. Remember where the racing line is, put your foot into it and go." My university professor acquaintance wasn't trying to teach mysticism, but that's the result.
Those of us interested in apparent coincidences will notice that Google maps shows Willow Springs location with the grey, cross-figured map-pin in the photo with this post. I removed the text to better show turn six. The virtual, grey map-pin "locates" the track at the apex of turn six. I've put a purple ellipse over it in the aerial photo.
For road racers, a turn's apex represents the instant when the path of your exit is committed. An apex is similar to a moment of decision, but in this instance is a moment in physics. With a clean apex, you have a fast exit. Or, for those of us intereted in symbology, appreciating the seeming darkness before the sixth chakra results also in its far-reaching insight.
So, God and us designed things this way. Now, in the twinkling of Stacy's and Tania's lovely eyes, I'm gonna grab a figurative up-shift into third gear as I mash the throttle against the floor. (Smooth, flawless corner exits have their place, but I must admit I love catching the slight twitch from the back end of my car as a little too much power is applied ;) and then I plant the rears again for traction.)
This is a corner which, on the street, most people would take between 15 M.P.H and 20 M.P.H. But racing's a different thing. As my speed climbs quickly from about 50 M.P.H. to surpass 80 M.P.H., I crest the hill and the car literally leaps out of the turn. I gleefully accept the light-headed rush and negative Gs. ;)
That's why I love going to the track. The rush. In turn six, I can't see where my car's going as it speed climbs. But I've done this before ;)
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