Re: Re: David’s Guidance

[Joanie]

David’s Guidance – 12/6/11: “How To Work At This While Being a Farmer, Rider On The Storm, Backpeddler, Thief”

You must see the show! It’s about a Farmer, Rider On The Storm, Backpeddler and Thief. They get together, make bread, pass waves of Love on to many to then just walk away. Do you see shows much? We do… all the time. You’re in a few yourself. How ’bout turnin’ up the volume so we can hear your story better? OK. Begin the show:

It starts with four players and they talk differently. The Farmer wakes early, washing and tending fields. The Rider On The Storm sits alone, walking through holes of dirt, muck till only tornadoes exist. The Rider wakes up to clear skies when tornadoes have passed. Take the Backpeddler: He walks backwards, finding things he lost when he was only young, naive, strange with all the world. Wakes up if others shout, “Hey, brain! Wake! You are done with the old. The new is here! Wake and stop moaning, complaining, excusing yourself for what you’ve done!” Now, the Thief is just cruel. He waits to see if you have any rings. Bites, grabbing jewels, runs away to the night leaving no trace. I see the Thief wakes if he’s found out. No need to call (him) because he knows you’re on to him already.

The four duel. They minister to you. They walk to the screen saying, “I am you. I am a part of you. I am here to watch, listen, learn, sit till it’s time to wake up. You are to see me in you. Each one of you is to look at me, see whether I reside within. Extract me, taking time to work through much, for you harbor much inside.”

I understand that the four characters are reviling to some, yet they are here for reasons you do not understand. We’ll explain. How do you stop a train from your head if you’re on track? (smile) You get away, yes? Or do you remain, allowing it to bombard you? If you’re on track, remain. If you get bombarded, what then? Find how to remove layers so you can appear clear to yourself, as well as others.

We’ll get clearer, as Joanie said we’re “out there again.” (patting Joanie, consoling her while she patiently joins in the fun)

So, you have four archetypes — symbols of Love inside you that represent different aspects of yourself that you are probably unaware of. The Farmer. He is rich in bounty, never asking why he is rich. He mows, seeds, feeds, lives well. However, the Farmer is alone. He sits, waiting to learn about Life from you, me, others versus himself. The “breed” is one that can be found doing things independently, closed fashion, not accepting help or assistance. Never asks whether one has an answer to his problem. The Farmer in the dell is alone.

“How, Farmer, do you take Life? Do you realize you are only living, worshipping friends, yet you aren’t balanced? You aren’t taking help, nor do you care to learn from others. How do you live in this vacuum?” It is here we say that the one who farms is out for a kick in the pants if they think it’s that easy. Our Farmer will see Life as a ride if the trip is too smoothe, easy. He goes on and when things are hairy, he’ll get swept up in confusion. The wave overtakes. This is not a ride worth experiencing, Farmer. Oh. You like this? We’re presumptuous now. Sorry to call this unsettling. (smile)

OK. Farmer in distress. OK. Farmer calls friends in distress. Not used to asking for assistance because he does not do this. Now, he’s trying, yet unable to complete the call. Hangs up. Gone. Done with asking, never to try again.

Why do we talk of this? The Farmer archetype is residing in those who will do it their way. Do you want self-sufficiency (farmers are very self-sufficient, by the way) at the expense of learning, growing from others? Do you close Life up and live picket fence style? The cows, chickens, all creatures reside in your world then, never to roam free. You keep your spirit locked in the walls of the farm. Your choice now, we say. (smile)

Rider On The Storm, you stormy person, you. (smile) We like your ability to create a storm. Very creative. Why create havoc when a rainbow would do? Hmm? Oh. By the way, the version of The Wizard of Oz pales in comparison to yours. (laughter) (You just have to love the movie.) Rider? Are you stormin’ out the door now? We want to talk to you, but you’re gone. Come back! OK. Return when your children are tucked in bed and they retrieve sanity in sleep. (Your children are worried, anxious, numerous bedwets, sad, furious, all feelings that come from your storminess.)

Hi, Rider! Back? We’ll try again. This message’ll be short because you run away during confrontation. Mess up gigs, events, do you? Oh. Channel on reality TV where fights break out? Yep. OK. Take me, the one who talks. Do you want to argue with me? How do I get a word in? How will you hear me when I share thoughts, feelings? If you try to calm down, it’ll help. Despair? Fear? You have this? Oh. I’m sorry to hear that. Go, take a tissue. I’ll wait. Blow easily so as not to break the windows with your storm gales.

We see Riders tear up when calm. The storm keeps them from experiencing pain deep within. She, he, they all have pain — the riders — and dump pain about when storms brew. Take the feelings, feel, yet don’t overwhelm. The storm has overwhelmed you. The feelings overwhelm you. It is quite important to feel in pieces, or bits so you can adjust your way of being here. The feelings witheld created enormous waves of just plain ol’ sad, disgusting nonsense. Rid yourself so you can be free. OK. Your choice.

Backpeddler. Don’t go! Stay here. Not back! Oh, no! He’s gone! Trust me when I say there’ll be more to see soon. “Hi, Backpeddler! Nice to see you again.” He’s gone away. Let’s try this. Do you know how to engage one who goes to the past, remembering times of yesteryear, never leaving for more than a slice of bread in the refrigerator, returning to the chair they’ve sat in for their entire lives? The “Backie” is one who sits, stuck. S.T.U.C.K. Stuck. Oh, poor one. You’re sad. It’s sad. Yes, sad. Stay sad if you will like this more.

Now, we offer a suggestion. Would you like the toast with jelly, marmalade, pickle relish, jam, chutney, peanut or almond butter, Nutella, spreads like dulce de leche, creme fraiche? OK. This question overwhelmed you. Too much. It’s best to eat bread, not toasted, right? You enjoy punishing yourself now, don’t you? Times were better then, true, or… not true? You wish bread without accoutrements because you wish all were as they had been: Simpler and better. So, if you add fun, it takes away from where sad Backpeddler is supposed to be.

I’ll refresh you. Then was sad. You found ways to glorify it so Now is worse than Then. This is not to be done — this fashioning a story — duping yourself to belive this nonsense. Story is off, wrong. I see you cry. Do you remember the sad past? It’s difficult to deal with. Managing the pain can be frightening. So, it’s best to glorify the days of yesteryear now so you can be in the world, functioning well. Do you feel well? I believe no. So, find ways to see what occurred, then talk to the woman who hurt you, the man who hurt you. Say how you feel. Find avenues to let out the pain without crying that it’s too hard to do. Then, it’s too hard to do. (smile) The Backpeddler can talk about yesterday, yet today is missing. We want today — every day — to look like a new way of seeing Life, Love, everything in Creation. Go try to see the Truth. Find support. Work out the past so Now shines. Your choice.

Thief! Quick! Gone! (Done with the piece.) (smiles)

The Thief acts quickly, robbing you of your time, Love, essence of Happiness. He stealthfully can exhibit enormous Love, yet compound it with Hate, taking the moment of Love away. Thief. Hhm. Let’s say this: If the Thief is good, he’ll move in right when you feel good, take away the good to rob you of it. He’ll hold it, fasten the good to his jeans and walk away. There. Take that! The Thief is one who hides. He is able to find the time to sit, rob, then disappear. Have you caught a Thief before? Difficult to catch because they escape the law. Can’t pin them because they move in, find fun, Love, grab and move out. “Thief. We believe you stole Love, goodness, all the good feelings and we ask you (to) find ways to stop. Do you see how you rob others of goodness? It’s not OK to rob anymore.” The Thief is cool, able to assess makes, models, then walks in, does its thing to leave after the good is gone. The Thief’s victim is left sad, glad to be rid of the robber, yet pained they were taken advantage of. We say, “Thief. You found others to take from, yet you cannot find these things within yourself now, can you? Where are your good feelings to summon up inside? Why take another for pleasure just to leave after it’s out, shared? We think you can learn how to find robbing distasteful if you see the effect you leave on your victims. Sad, they are. Bruised, hurt and calloused more than before you found them.” We say to Thieves that they are to find Goodness, Joy, Happiness inside, for it is there the Spring of Love flows. We have your number. It is for you to go inside, remembering what happened that lead to your thievery. Take others vs. your own? Where’s yours? Gone? Taken? Ever given Love? Do you know you deserve it? Not to take. It’s to receive — to bathe, also, in your own Love. Find your Love, not another’s, when you can find inner Love, then you look to others, not robbing, but sharing Love with them. Your choice.

The archetypes serve to demonstrate folks operate in subconscious ways. You choose how you live in the world. You choose whether subconscious, unresolved issues work for or against you. You can believe this is bunk, or you can consider we see you, know your way of living, for we see how beautiful and handsome you are, inside and outside your conscious experiences.

So, thank you, dear ones, for reading a long piece I intended to post thorugh the scribe for a while now. I believe it’s necessary to bring this to your attention. May your journey to newness be lovely, bright, sweet.

Love, David, The One Who Can Put You Over The Edge With Quizzical Language, Yet Turn You Right Side Up At The End Of The Piece Of Work.

Love to you, dear Joanie. I am grateful for you in our journey together. x