I got up at 4am to look at the sky, it was tungsten blue
and the moon was a pretty crescent. Then
I went back to bed, it was chilly and cold.
I tried to go back to sleep and I kept hearing the same snore from the
same direction even though the neighbors have come and gone with two to three
changes already. I began to wonder if it was
some round animal sleeping underneath the ground at my site and snores.
I finally got out of bed at 7am feeling really tired and
unwell. The restroom had one toilet out
of three that was situated properly and it was stall number three. But this morning the toilet was locked
labeled out of order. The other two
options were terrible, the second stall is on a slant so the toilet isn’t flat
and when you flushed, it flowed out to the right and floods both floors of the
first and second stall. Super gross and nasty and a total sanitation health code hazard. This is insane,
one working stall for the entire packed campground and the only one working
sink too that runs and overflows.
Today was laundry day, I put up my two laundry lines and
hangers across four trees approximately 14 feet across. I had ropes that were 16 feet across. The lines were hung in the shade and full of needles from the pine trees, however the wind was really strong so I had hoped it might just be okay in drying my
laundry. Fortunately most of my clothes were synthetic, which dried fast. The
temperature was at high 50’s, not too warm.
The cotton had to be hung in the car for added temperature induced
by the sun heating up the car to a whole 15 to 20 degrees warmer. My laundry did fit into a
regular size cycle. I enjoyed using the
clean restroom at the laundry facility.
I went to the post office while my laundry ran and
saw it was closed on Saturday and Sunday.
I felt frustrated on why I even bothered to go to the post office to begin with and recalled this information
did fly across me the other day, I just forgot. So I
decided to check out the gift ship in the lodge for cards. I wasn’t too happy about the two cards I
picked out so I walked around the shop with those two cards hoping to come
across something else. As I walked
around I felt a surveillance force on me.
I felt sick and dizzy, very off balanced, and sick to my stomach from it. I paid for my cards and didn’t want a
receipt. I went back to pick up my finished laundry and then put
them up on the line back in camp.
I still felt sick and I laid on the hammock and inquired
into this pain. I noticed something cold
and damp hit my tummy. I saw in past
life, many time systems ago, I was a male young boy who stole bread from the
bread keeper at her shop. This same
bread keeper was the cashier today at the gift shop who took my money for the
cards I bought. She used to chase me out
of her shop to let me know she knew I stole but would let me run and get away
with the bread because she knew I was poor and starving. I continued this into adult life of that
particular past life. The distress
sickening state I was in was a collections what she experienced every time I
stole from her bakery, the sickening ill feeling of threat, lack of security
and safety, harm, damages, fear, worry, affliction, etc.. Although it has been many Buddhas since then,
we both have grown and transformed much, the last time she saw me was then and
it was the last memory she had of me, one that brought her ill, pain, sickening
tormented experience. So she
automatically had only that to go on upon the first sighting of me, one of relenting distrust and pain.
I repented, apologized, and said I would never ever do
that again and I was very, very sorry for all the harm I caused and was
grateful she let me keep the bread to live on and survive each time. I felt immediately better and understood so
many things about how everything is not an accident. That I have done wrong in the past of long,
long ago and people remembered how I have wronged them. That a times such looks, stares, attitudes
may seem out of place and context now but it is only because I don’t remember. Everything is fair, there are no accidents.
I had a chat with my body in regards to this morning’s
dream. It was about setting things
straight. I am clear that for me
awareness happens when I have rested. I
needed to rest in order to process, digest, open up and notice things. I have come to wake up and change for the
better. This is my pilgrimage, my
journey. I crammed a lot into my
list. Yes I can! Yes I will!
Yes I shall!
My body itches from all the bug bites. My car smells like wet dog with the wet cotton
laundry hanging all over. By noon all my
cotton clothes dried in the car. I
shifted any synthetic clothes not yet dried by the sun into the car for fast
drying. By 1:20pm all the synthetics
dried too. I then packed my car for
tomorrow’s roll off. My trunk had more
space because I ate half of the food I brought.
Then I laid on the hammock one last time. I thanked the trees and the land. Then at 3pm I packed the hammock away
too.
I then drove to Lewis Lake to look at it one last
time. Today all the ice and snow were
melted. It looked like a completely
different lake. I liked it better with
snow and ice on the lake. I went to
Heart Lake to hike the trail and it was closed for bear management. This means there are mama bears and
cubs.
I then went to Grant Village visitor center to charge all
my electronics by the fireplace for two and half hours. I also uploaded all my Yellowstone
photos. I did research on Glacier
National Park, my next destination, there was a travel book sitting on the table
by the couch. I also figured out the
directions for getting to the West Coast from here.
Super tired by 7pm and I didn’t even exercise today. I could use a Turkish spa scrub down, I am so
caked in dirt and sweat.
