Friday, December 3rd
Not much to report beyond workings with the Law, so let me make myself a little list:
A few weeks ago I was told I’d have to work out of a client’s office 4/5 days a week and basically be on call for them constantly. I decided it wasn’t my problem and would most certainly not be happening. Didn’t stress about it at all. Every time I thought about it, I just defaulted back to “nah, that’s not happening. That’s not my problem.” Before the trial period even began it was cut back to 2/5 days a week. OK. Again, I felt no type of way about it, because I knew it wasn’t my problem and therefore I had no need to stress about it. I lived my life, and went to their office 2 days a week as requested, confident that it wasn’t my problem. This Monday just past, they cut it down to one day a week. So I did my one day a week yesterday, again, knowing it wasn’t my problem. Today, earlier this afternoon, I was told they no longer require me to work out of their office at all. Not my problem, so the problem solved itself. Didn’t protest, didn’t stress, didn’t complain, didn’t do so much as lift a finger.
For a while I’ve been toying with the idea of physical changes but not really applying any concerted effort (there really shouldn’t be any effort in using the Law). A few weeks or months ago I decided I’m 25 (I was born in 1991). Again, no effort, just decided I’m 25, and the thought would pop up every so often. “I’m 25.” First I started getting asked for ID everywhere I went. More recently, I met a new acquaintance who learned my age and expressed disbelief. I laughed and asked if it was because of my looks or my immature sense of humour. Looks, apparently. He approached me again last week and asked seriously if I’m actually 30. I asked him how old he had thought I was. He said, “early twenties, like 24 or 25”. The day after that, I had a rather nice (and maybe very slightly unhinged) lady chat to me on the train ride home. At some point in conversation she said to me “you’re, what, about 20?” I laughed and said she was off by a decade. She was worried she’d offended me somehow. Lol nope.
Have thought about money recently and have focused on being a conduit through which wealth flows endlessly, always having more than enough. Earlier this week I called a company to cancel a service I had with them, expecting I’d have to pay some token amount. Instead they said they owed me about $200, and would refund it into my bank account.
Nothing concrete results-wise, but a lot of weird experiences yesterday where I would think something, or read something, and someone in another room, or twenty feet away, paying no attention to me and having their own conversation, would say verbatim the phrase I had just thought or read. VERBATIM. It was very strange. Actually now that I think about it I did have another brief period of feeling like the room was full of water in the early morning, before this began happening throughout the day.
Again, not much to report. Although I am looking back at the past year or two, and I’m feeling some smouldering resentment building towards certain people, in hindsight, and how they treated me. So I should very much like to punish them. Psychological torment obviously, not super into death curses or maiming people.
Might see if Leviathan is willing to assist… once I can make stable contact and get him to speak with me.
Until next time xo