Posted by onawah
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Hi Villagers,
I just wanted to tell somebody about this thing that I did.
It was a self-sabotage, but as Gurdjieff taught, we sometimes need a shock to keep us awake.
Last year, I had a bunch of bad teeth pulled at long last (what a relief that was, once it was over) and got dentures, thanks to the kindness and compassion of a bunch of friends and neighbors who contributed to a $2,000 fund raiser for that purpose.
But about a week ago, I misplaced the things, and could not find them anywhere.
I take them out when I am not eating or out and about because they are uncomfortable.
And I tend to put them down on tabletops, or in a pocket, etc. to be put away in their container later.
When I finally realized they were missing the next day, I looked everywhere, even put my hands down in the trash can and indoor compost bucket and felt around in there, and I went outside to the big compost pile and squished my hands all around in there too,
but didn't find them.
I looked under chairs, in the parking area and car, under the bed, in all my coat pockets, EVERYWHERE; still no dentures.
After a couple of days, I emailed a couple of psychic dowser friends to see if they could help me locate them long distance.
I was feeling so remorseful and guilty,
because I had forgotten to be grateful, and had been focusing more on how uncomfortable they were.
At the same time, I figured I had done this to myself just because of that very ingratitude, but I was still really scared of never finding them.
And time was running out.
Finally, 2 days ago, I went for an acupuncture treatment, and told my therapist what had happened, which felt good, as she was very understanding.
I asked her to say a prayer for me. ( I was saying prayers non-stop!)
When I got home, it was starting to get dark, but I decided to take the compost bucket out and dump it as it was full.
In the twilight, I noticed something pink and shiny, and lo and behold! it was the upper plate!
I spent about 20 minutes in the dark, feeling around in the stinky mess of decomposing, slimy stuff, then went to get a flashlight and spent another 10 minutes or so searching, but no luck.
The next day, I went out and spent another 10 minutes or so feeling around, and found the lower plate at last.
Such a relief!
I must have been online and, absent minded, put them on a plate of uneaten food that was destined to go in the compost, and didn't have my glasses on, so I missed seeing them later when I dumped everything on the plate into the compost bucket.
I guess I must have needed a whole week in shock to wake up to how much I needed them and needed to be grateful for them, not to mention-- needed to be more in the Here and Now.
That night, though, I had dreams about helpless, squishy, gross snails and mollusks that had to be rescued and put back into their their shells, and I had to do it with my bare hands.
But I still felt like I had a new lease on life when I woke up, and still do...
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