I haven’t written in awhile, I know.  I’ve had a month-long hiatus here in Wyoming I had not anticipated.

 

Car camped for 2 weeks near a lake, as you may recall from my last share .. getting locked into the car and then miraculously being freed by a door that (as Spanish would phrase it) ‘opened itself’ at 5:30 the morning after two massive thunderstorms the night before.

 

Around that time, I started into a process to apply for a new driver’s license.  My intention for getting to Wyoming before the expiry of my license from Hong Kong was to secure a Wyoming license.  And, as life often does, several other things came due, including my car license plates expiring in September 2022.  So, why not get both, was my reasoning.

 

Well, very very long story short, it took almost a month to get my driver’s license while car plates and registration were quicker.  I studied on-line for 2 weeks while waiting for my appointment to take the written and practical road tests.  Passed both, and my eye test.  Also had to jump through a most extraordinary set of hoops to verify that I really could be deemed eligible to receive the license at the end of the documentation and testing required of me.

 

I drove to a small town where testing was available once/week, walked everywhere I needed or decided to go legally, and was only compelled to drive twice on my expired Hong Kong and International licenses, in order to jump through hoops in a bigger city nearby for the WY license.  I voted in a primary election (having been a registered voter in WY since 1979).  

 

I saw all of this to-ing and fro-ing through the various requirements placed on me as something I had to do to work with the bureaucracy which tightly defined within its regulations and requirements my privilege to drive legally.  I walked through every demand with a sense of acceptance and fulfilled each to the best of my ability.

 

A seminal experience within that month of jumping through licensing hoops occurred one week before I finally was photographed and handed the right (printed on a piece of copier paper) to drive again legally.  It was SUCH a powerful experience with a resulting insight that is timely and valuable for me (and, I trust, really for everyone), I will share it briefly here.  I may have already talked about it with you and thank you if we spoke when I needed to talk it through.  The support of people who listen and care, and care to listen, is what made bearing the stresses of the past month possible for me.  Thank you.

 

The experience, short version, was one of public humiliation handed to me by one of the driving license officials with whom I had been dealing for over 3 weeks previously, (with nothing other than polite exchanges up to that point).  This was a clear display of ‘power over’ and ‘authoritative demand’ delivered in a loud, angry tone with belittling language. Even though I maintained my ‘centre’, this had the effect of a grenade being detonated in my energy field.  As I left that office to go get ‘yet one more detail, one more piece of information ‘just so’, thereby jumping through yet ‘one more hoop’, I managed to maintain my dignity and was polite.

 

Once ‘home’ (to the motel where I have been living this entire month), I let myself cry to start to release the enormous energy blast.  I then immediately began clearing the dynamic of humiliation within myself and between this individual and me.  For me, the ancient Hawaiian forgiveness practice of Ho’o pono’pono works wonderfully to help shift energies of conflict, blame and anger.  I used it to forgive myself for any, every time I have knowingly or unconsciously humiliated someone, in this and past/parallel lives and in this/other dimensions and realms.  And then I started and worked the process on behalf of this person with whom I had just had this encounter of humiliation.  

 

I continued this practice over the rest of that day and throughout the next.  I spoke with a few close friends about the incident and a few days later, gained helpful insights into the experience during a Grand Council session.  The Grand Council shared this insight, which I pass on here for the value it may have for you.  They say that;  Shame is an umbrella of human underbelly energies within which humiliation leads to annihilation and death by human violence which is absolutely nothing like the sacred passage from being divinely human through death to once again being only Divine.

 

They went on to explain that, unlike other shadow energies, this dynamic is not to be transformed, it is to be eliminated.  Since then, I am much, much more sensitive to seeing and feeling this now than before, and it’s everywhere.  Fear seems to give rise to it in most people, and I am (more with each encounter with this energy in/from others) staying centred in my own energy field and speak truth and love to the circumstance created by expressions of humiliation, fear, violence, desire to annihilate.  

 

It’s been exhausting to be in the bureaucratic hoop-jumping exercises for a month and now to be encountering these underbelly energies just about everywhere.  So I have stayed put in a decent budget hotel called The Alamo in Buffalo, Wyoming to rest as much as I can as well.  

 

As blessings work, I have felt supported by the Pakistani owner and his family throughout the experiences I have had in the weeks I have been living here.  The owner is connected to a legacy that is extraordinary in Wyoming.  There are many amazing stories here of pioneers, trappers, railroad workers, bounty hunters, ranchers, and and and.  And this story still stands out (as far as I am aware) amongst unique stories of Wyoming settlers.  

 

His great, great (maybe one more great) uncle came from Pakistan through many travels ending up in northern Wyoming in 1908 as a young man, making a life for himself in a very new State of Wyoming.  Here is a well-researched and, in my opinion, well-written article about Louie Tamale (as he was known variably).  It is fascinating to me and hopefully at very least interesting to you.  It’s a lengthy read.  https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2016/06/06/zarif-khans-tamales-and-the-muslims-of-sheridan-wyoming?utm_source=onsite-share&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=onsite-share&utm_brand=the-new-yorker

 

As said, sustaining within the energies of this past month has been stressful.  I know, astrologically, it’s been challenging for EVERYone, so I hope and ask that you are taking extra-specially good care of yourself as we all begin to emerge a bit from the most intense bits here soon.  I am resting as much as I can even though I am also preparing to leave in a couple of days for points East – Maine, where I will house-sit for dear Family-of-Choice who have recently moved to Spain.  Since I was 25, I’ve had a bucket-list item to ‘eat lobster while I watch the leaves change in autumn in Maine’.  So this is a long-anticipated win-win-win opportunity!

 

Recently, when I was in a store in Sheridan, Wyoming, chatting with a young staff she asked me ‘Why Maine?’  I said, essentially, what I just said above to you. A  woman next to me at the counter turned at that point and said, ‘I have NEVER had a bucket list.  But, I have one now and THAT is the first item on it!’  heheheheheh.  I invited to her to visit while I am there and could host her, but that was too far out of this woman’s paradigm so she left just with a first-time bucket list.  How fun, eh?  Left me with a big smile.

 

In that same store on another day I was unexpectedly assisted to finalise my decision to move to Wyoming at the end of my RoadTrip.  Interestingly, this Earth Angel looked a WHOLE LOT like the Earth Angel who inspired me to create The Women’s Centre I started in Sheridan, Wyoming in 1979 (and directed until I moved to HK in the mid 80’s).  Now, in 2022, my angel was a weathered-looking 150+year-old ranch woman and, in 1979, it was a bow-legged 200+year-old cowboy with a hat bigger than his attitude.  Both helped inspire me to literally do what my heart knows/knew was right for me.

 

So, if you’ve ever wished to visit Wyoming, sometime after summer 2023, you’ll know someone living somewhere near Sheridan, Big Horn and Buffalo, if not IN one of those small boroughs.  I am absolutely thrilled with the decision, and short of meeting the partner of my dreams and agreeing to settle elsewhere, I imagine this will happen.  I still stay deliberately open to endless possibilities on a conscious basis as I know that things form within and around me for my highest and best Good if I allow it.  And it ALWAYS leads me to greater and more interesting experiences than I would have if I thought I knew what comes next.

 

Nevertheless, I have an address, phone number, drivers license, car plates and registration, voter registration, library card and heart for living in Wyoming again, so it might well happen.

 

UPS store is now receiving and will forward mail to me periodically for a fee.  If you are sending me something and don’t mind telling me first, I can give you a forward address while I am on the RoadTrip thus side-stepping UPS charges for their forwarding service.  And, if you DO mind telling me first, this option is available.

 

I’m continuing to ask people 5 questions for my research and am finding almost-universally that, while people are intrigued by the questions, they are unable to answer them at the time I ask.  So, my new calling cards have my contact details AND the 5 questions listed. 

 

 

 

I visited The Women’s Center (what we called it from 1979 until I left) now known as Advocacy & Resource Center (ARC) and met the staff there.  What an amazing group of intelligent, dedicated women they seem to be.  I said to them that I didn’t think I have a right to be proud of them and what they are doing, and they assured me that it is perfectly acceptable that I am, and oh, I am!  They focus mainly on services and support for victims of any crimes, so it’s more of a legal representation emphasis than the WoC had in the first 8 years.  Understandably.  And, it’s obvious from what they told me, and what others have said when I’ve talked about ARC with a few people in the community, that they are fulfilling a very real need in the community.  And, so I am thrilled.  Absolutely.  

 

As I was deciding to move back to this part of the world, I briefly entertained thoughts of volunteering there, at ARC.  

 

And, I sense now that my work here will be different – with personal and collective mastery, possibly with some involvement in creating new politics, community organizing, other. Am not, and won’t be, sure until I am sure and many months and experiences lie between now and my return here.  Miracles of Mastery LLCTM (my new company) is registered in Sheridan so that is the intended focus for my work at this time. 

 

And so what did that 150-year-old ranch woman do, or say?  Well, she walked into the store (which was UPS), headed for a copy machine and within 10 seconds exclaimed in a very loud voice, ‘I HATE this god-damned thing!’  

 

In that moment, I wanted to kiss her cowgirl-booted feet and say ’Thank you!’ because she rigorously spoke into exactly what I love most about being here.  People don’t pretend much here.  Oh yeah, there are plenty of secrets, and very few people are genuinely assertive, many are wickedly passive-aggressive (most mildly-to-medium), and there’s a lot of the underbelly violence woven into and through much of what passes for ‘cowboy country’ behaviour.  That said, there is a much higher-degree of ‘genuine’ and ‘authentic’ and ’tell it like you see it’ sort of communication that goes on here.  And I prefer to be in that sort of milieu than in a ‘woke’ sort of context.  I am not wired to deal with that comfortably, nor do I wish to.  So here, at least folks tell you, or at very least act as if they like you if they do, or don’t if they don’t, and everyone goes on their merry (or drunken, or co-dependent, or busy, or or or) ways.  Bless that ranch woman angel.  

 

What the cowboy with the big hat said to me on Main Street Sheridan Wyoming at 0700am one morning on a beautiful sunny day that inspired me to start and direct a women’s centre for 8 years is a tale I’ll write in a book after the RoadTrip ends.  Stay tuned.

 

Every moment of every day, please take best of care of yourself – doing what I like to call ‘radical self-care’, being as kind and nurturing to yourself and toward all other lifeforms as you can consciously choose to respect in this way.  

 

I’m given to understand from a variety of talented astrologers that we are in times that call for internal focus from each of us to help us to maintain our equilibrium and to keep our noses out of each other’s evolution.  I have my hands full doing that for myself and so appreciate the opportunities I have had to talk with you, if I have, as I sort through what stays, what goes, and what evolves.  Thank you for the partnering as we move along in our respective journeys.

 

As always, if you wish not to receive these Installments from my RoadTrip, please tell me.  I much prefer NOT to send them to anyone who prefers NOT to receive them!  That said, I am thrilled to be in touch and to hear from you whenever you feel to communicate.  Thanks.

 

Every ounce of love and good wishes to you.  Blessings be.  Diane