I have come to have a wonderful Spiritual affiliation with the moon over the last few months. And on a clear night when I look at it in wonder, I praise the God within me for this deep sense of wonder that it brings me along with all the wonder experiences that are taking place in my life. A new awaking would be would be a good way to describe it. So I will share a few of these experiences with you.
A few Monday’s ago just as I was walking out of my little unit in Northcote to head for The Thirsty Dog pub in Karangahape Rd, my eye’s became glued to the beautiful presence of this curved Moon placed right in front of me. I must have stood there looking at it for two three or four minutes before I got into my car, and headed for the pub. I go there to a music session every Monday to sing and keep time with my little music egg.
After the session had finished as I picked up my chair to leave, I knocked it against my right leg, the one that had been reconstructed about six years ago, and knew straight away I was once more in trouble with it. Due to my age and other factors the skin on it is very delicate on it. By the way you are in all probability wondering what the hell he is doing taking a chair around with him for. Well nearly three years ago I was heading for The Thirsty Dog when this guy came right across the main road I was driving on and just about took the engine out of my star studded Starlet Honda. Anyway not to harp on about the outcome was I was left with a back more aging than it would have been under normal circumstances. When the cops came along they told me that he was three times over the limit. I thought to myself later how lucky my family and I were not getting hurt in anyway when my father drove round like a lunatic when he got tanked up calling at all the pubs on the way home after a picnic when we lived in Bray.
So I made my way home and put a dressing on my leg, and climbed into bed. I would not have mentioned the accident to my leg had it not had a follow up which I will relay to you later.
The next day my good young friend Patrick O’Reilly rang me to say that he had found a bigger screen for my computer. The old eyes are not what they used to be. Mind you neither is the rest of me but far from me to complain about it. I still believe I lived a charmed life.
Later my lovely daughter Rachel came to see me. Always a very special time for me. That same day Tuesday I got my W.O. F. It was pay day so I was able to pay for a little job to be done on it. Apart from my leg problem I was feeling on top of the world. Later in the evening the next day Patrick came out and fixed the bigger screen to my computer. He has been a God sent person to me over the last three years. Had it not been for him, I don’t believe that I would be writing this blog today, or writing my next book, poems and quotes, plus how I am now able to communicate to family, friends and people all over the world.
Then my other good friend joined us for a music session. Terry has been coming to entertain me on a Wednesday for a number of years to date. I will explain that in more detail in my next book as I will about some of the things I am cutting short no this blog. It’s not a book I am trying to write here, just a blog. I get carried away very easily as you may see by now.
After a great night of music, something to eat, we had a lot of laughter over some of the topics we discussed. This is also a real learning experience for each of us.
The following evening another good friend took me to a cafe called 121 in Ponsonby Rd and treated me to my favorite dish of cake, cream and tea. And then adds a ginger beer to make sure I wash everything down. I must say I do love being spoilt at times. Then a little later the music tops off the rest of the evening. What more could one ask for. If you know, please let me know.
Then on Saturday Patrick called over and after lunch we went to the R.S.A. in Birkenhead to play snooker. I used to play it when I was in the R.A.F. Snooker, golf and chess are the games I love most. Then after an enjoyable four games we came back to my place and had something to eat, and later he played the guitar and sang a few songs. After he left I noticed my leg was not looking to good even though I dressed it every evening before I went to bed. So I took myself off to the emergency medical center for safety sake. The doctor after questioning me to how it happened and the other things that were necessary to know about my health and so forth, sent me to the nurse on duty to have it dressed. Well what a beauty she was. yes theres still life in the old dog yet. And when I feel theres not, I hope I can pass on. We got chatting and and had a few laughs, then she said before I left that I should get it looked at on the Monday by my own doctor just to keep things on the safe side. I told her that I had a fabulous doctor who had his practice along with other doctors in Dodson Ave. I said his name was doctor Luke Ivancevic. Everytime I go to see him when its my turn, he comes to the waiting room, puts his arm round my shoulder, and gently leads me into his room. She said I now, I now work there. I will do you dressing when you come on Monday. Do you call that a coincidence or not. Since I changed my life around in 1990 I never cease to be amazed at these kind of things that happen in my life. I would love to be able to elaborate on them in greater detail, but I don’t profess a writer. But I do love to write in my simple form, and try to expand on it as best I can.
Not long after I got to the waiting room I was called in by a nurse other than the one I had met in the emergency center. She took me into a room they have for dressings, and so forth. While I was there that other nurse that I mentioned came in and said. I see you are in good hands. Well she took my breath away all dressed in red. Then doctor Luke came in to look at my leg. The lady I will now remember as the lady in red had I believe told him about me. So I said to him referring to the lady in red, that lovely angel took care of me last Saturday. Then very quickly I had to say, now there are two angles here. The other smiled at my poor attempt to cover myself by my first omission of her, and said more or less I don’t mind coming in second. Mind you she was quite a stunner too. I took the liberty of giving her a hug before I left. And I’m still here to tell the story.
I now have a strong feeling that my new association with the Moon has helped me to share these experiences I have related to you on this blog of mine. And I will continue to follow this line of thinking and doing, but will not allow myself to become addicted by it. For if the Moon can affect me like this, then there is no end to what I can have by looking closer to what Mother nature has to offer me.