It's Not The Chimes

I got a bit taken in by a magician the other day, the brother of a close friend of ours who practices a lot of cosmic-y arts professionally. He came over to do an initial consult for a feng shui of our house. I told him I didn’t want to hear any bad stuff, only solutions, but he couldn’t help himself I guess. He said that Ax is in the dominant room in the house, he’s in the ninth palace or something, and that over time this could have a very negative effect. Of course our entire house is covered in Ax art and Ax stuff, plus he was running around constantly interrupting us to show various tricks and toys, so it doesn’t really take a deep intuitive sense or ancient Chinese training to get that he’s a dominant force in our lives.

But I love people talking about improvement opportunities for me. So I listened. Ax is in the dominant spot, so we either need to move his room or plant a very large plum tree with a picture of me and Mike buried under it outside. We have to keep the bathroom doors closed or our money will run out the toilets.

The energy at the front of the house is stagnant so we need a chime to bring good energy in. And the beam in the master bedroom doorway is cutting our qi every single time we walk in and out of the bedroom so we need to soften that beam. I’m so bummed because I just gave away a very nice all white organic cotton baby swaddle that would have worked really well above that doorway.

But anyway. He did warn me by saying, well implying, that bad things happened to people who ignored his advice. After he left of course I went to the max place, level 8.5 actually, and got a little wrapped up in thinking about swapping Ax’s room with some other place, and the potential renovations that would require.

Then I talked to Mike and he asked how much the guy charged. I told him I’d asked him but he didn’t say. He said he’d have to come back and he’d discuss a proposal then. I told him I wanted to wait until Mike was home but he said that the next day was a very auspicious day. Auspicious is good. Me likey auspicious. But Mike and I discussed and I really don’t want to go down this rabbit hole.

It’s a distraction the same way the sectional sofas were a distraction and the third-row seating car was a distraction and the juice cleanse was a distraction – just another external thing that promises inner peace, when inner peace is already completely available to me if I decide to focus on cultivating that.

I can appreciate the beauty of our home, and the way Mike and I adore – but are not dominated by – our child, by appreciating, by practicing resting in that feeling of fulfillment. Exercising that muscle. It would be so nice if I could buy some chimes or a new throw pillow or a new hairdo and get that feeling that way.

On the other hand, it’s also nice that I don’t actually need to buy anything or do anything or go anywhere to get it. It’s here. It’s here, if I open up to it, or tap into it, or breathe into it or let it flow into me, or however you want to describe it. I can’t order it on Amazon like so much other stuff. So it’s not about the chimes. And maybe I’ll get some chimes anyway, just for fun.