Life is a journey,
and surely we are all travelers. On our path, we meet and greet and sometimes
stay a while. This is an update on my latest adventure on this path of life.
After approximately
7 years at my location in Darby, it became apparent that it was time to move
on. Personally, moving is not something that I had before now, even looked
forward to. The packing, the stuff all in boxes, nothing in the place where
it's supposed to be and the expense have always been a major deterrent for me.
When I moved to
Darby, PA it was at a point in my life when it had once again became time for
me to make a change of residence. I spent 13 years of change, development,
progress, projects, ups and downs on my journey as an entrepreneur. The avenues
I explored, enhanced my life to a very high degree, but alas, it came time to
move on.
Being an independent
entrepreneur, one must constantly re-image oneself and develop various ways to
succeed in an economy that's based on consumerism. Having said that, my
organization was more focused in cultural enrichment, rather than consumerism,
yet the reality is, that at some point, someone would have to "buy"
my line on what positive impact cultural enrichment can have on society and
their immediate community. I said all that to say, there was a fee charged for
my services and the services of my company, DECACS, Inc.
Moving from
Philadelphia to Darby, PA posed no real problem as far as the continuation of
my business endeavors, as much as it caused me to downsize from the elaborate 3
story building/office/cultural center to a much smaller facility. I must admit
that the move to Darby, PA had to be very taxing for everyone who came out to
help, cause though I threw at least 2/3rd's of my stuff away, there was still
lots of stuff that I took with me. At the time, I could barely walk or stand
for any significant period of time. I had been under the rule of an acute case
of rheumatoid arthritis. To this day I thank all of those who helped me cause
basically, it would have been impossible for me to do much more then sit and
watch them move all that stuff I packed.
This move has taken
me from Darby, across the bridge to NJ. It's interesting to watch how the
things you thought about years ago come to pass. One was the abject fear that I
had of NJ. The idea that I would get lost in a state full of boroughs! Having
traveled with the "Voices Of Africa" Choral & Percussion
Ensemble, we had gotten lost too many times to count in NJ. They have this
crazy law about making a left off the highway. If you don't know your way
around you will most definitely be lost. So they say, the thing you fear, you
bring to you, because of all the fear energy attracts it. But today, thank
Goddess for GPS!! And where I am located is easy to find. Truly a blessing.
On the other hand, I
think I had a bunch of mixed feelings about living in NJ. I always thought it
was most beautiful because of the trees and the houses in the parts that I did
visit over the years. Of course, Camden is another story.. but the other places
we visited and even spent some time in were very, very beautiful. Then came
Hurricane Sandy, and I began to wonder again, if I would ever feel safe or
comfortable living in NJ. Needless to say,
that thought had better find another pathway to travel because NJ here I am.
It had taken me at
least a month to pack before the move. Again, I am throwing out stuff, that I
had from my Darby location, and even came across stuff I hadn't looked at since
my move to Darby, in 2006. Surely that says if you haven't looked at it, you are
not using it, that begs the question, do you need it??
I threw out so much
stuff this time the trashmen were getting pissed off. And going through the
stuff I did keep now, I am still wondering, hmmmmm???? should I keep it or
throw it away. Nowadays with the advent of the internet, computers and external
hard drives, there really is less and less of a need for a paper trail. So lots
and lots of paper got thrown away. Along with the storage units to store all
that paper.
The Move was not as
traumatic as many others. In fact it was quite miraculous and I thank all the
folks tagged in here for all of your help and assistance.
It just became time
again. My Darby Landlord was the best landlord I ever had as it relates to the
upkeep and repairs to the property. He was most gracious when I paid the rent
on time, as he should be. But when I would meet those difficult times when I was
late, well, he would not cut the grass or come over and do any repairs. I
couldn't really blame him for his indignation, but sometimes it was to his
disadvantage. We even met in court, 3 times. I was a good tenant, took care of
his property like it was my own, he knew that, but, you know, sometimes you
just want the money, or shall I say, need the money. I really had to
change my attitude towards him. I began to realize that the same dog that bit
me, was biting him too. I grew, then turned my anger into a deep compassion for
him. He didn't really want to evict me, but we live on a planet where we all
have to "pay" to live on it. Ironically, Alex Collier said that the
Andromedans asked him, "why do you have to pay to live on a planet that
you were born on?" That is a tremendous question and brings me even more
to the "prison planet" conclusion I came to about this place.
My landlord was
under as much stress if not more as I was to maintain himself and his family,
"striving for the American Dream" funny how that dream can cost you a
lot of life force energy. So I extended my intentions for Abundance to include
his family as well. It seemed to work out, because with that Service to Others
attitude, doors began to open and my last month's rent was paid in full. BTW,
that last threat of eviction happened in Dec. 2012, and I am grateful to all
the folks who helped me get past that one. Medase Pii.
I wrote a blog some
time ago, that talked about my fear and trepidation around moving. See here: http://spiritualjourneyings.blogspot.com/2012/11/chapter-one-moving-in-my-past-has.html. I do believe that
writing that blog helped me get in touch with that part of myself that abhorred
moving. This time, I leaned into my mother's energy as she moved so much we
lost count, and began to see it as a creative adventure, an opportunity to
explore another part of the world, meet new people and arrange my boxes. This
time, this move was made with more settled feelings and less stressful ones.
And to my pleasant surprise, my knees held up the entire time! I did have a
slight mishap and twisted my ankle, but even that healed very quickly. It
happened on the final leg of the journey, so even that was perfectly timed.
I asked the Universe
to bless any and all folks who helped in anyway, even if they just had positive
intentions towards me making this transition.
Then a miracle
happened. It is hard to describe in words, but when I think of the folks who
helped me, I am overwhelmed with joy, happiness and proof that when you intend
wonderful things for others, the Universe will respond by giving you a taste of
that wonderful-ness.
I gave a shit-load
of stuff away!! And the magic began with folks needing the stuff I had at that
very moment I was giving it away. Some call it synchronicity.. I call it Divine
Order. Every single person who got what I was giving away, was in need of having
it and was just about to go and get it from some place else. How absolutely
cool is that? But to add to the beauty of it, was that folks actually were
apologetic if they could not get stuff. It seemed they all knew it had to go
and wanted to be of service. Some times, you don't realize why you may have
accumulated certain things in your life. Years later it is of some great use to
another. I am not saying that we should be hoarders or grasping consumers, but
on the real, when the time has come to be gracious and sharing, it is most
beautiful to see that which you have given away put a smile on another's face.
I am not materialistic, and live rather simplistically, so giving things away
that I certainly could not use was perfectly fine with me. Of course I could
have attempted to sell the stuff, but in the final analysis, my actions in
giving them away, opened other doors of abundance for me that I am still in awe
of.
I attempted to list
all the helpers who came through for me in this relocation project. But there
were others who are not my Facebook friends. So many others. I just want to
give a big shout out to all of you who pitched in and helped me make it through
flooded out highways, loading and unloading heavy stuff, access to a moving
truck, taking my cat, and various other things that you did that are too
numerous to mention here. Just know that I am grateful and wish you all, long
life, health and wealth in mind, body and spirit.
I am here now, 10
days in, and the ironic part about it is that it doesn't feel new, or
different, or strange to be here under these circumstances and in this
environment. It actually feels surreal. Like basking in a Miraculous energy and
feeling extremely blessed to have made it through. On some levels I feel that I
am still moving as it seems I am still going, then on the other hand, I feel
like I have settled in for the long (short) haul.
So again, big,
humungous thanks to every single solitary person who helped with the slightest
of good wishes for me as I take this Next Step in the Journey of My Life, the
Miracle
Peace &
Blessings
Nana Baakan
08-10-2013
