And Now Folks, For My Next Trick

Today could not have been more perfect.

I've been working really hard at being conscious with my energy, keeping it high. Learning this new trick about staying connected to source as often as possible, and especially when life knocks you on your ass.

And I gotta tell you...Life Changers. It can be pretty easy to do when all things run smoothly. But that's now how life operates, right? As soon as you learn this lesson, just like in school, you get a test. It's how you do on the test that matters, not all the books you've read or things you've tried. It's how you retain, process and practice the information, especially when experiencing "test anxiety".

So two days ago, on the advice of a program that I'm working with, I was strongly advised to write letters of forgiveness. They were the kind of letters that you don't have to send. Hmmm.

And of course, who is at the top of that list? That's right: FP & W.

It was hard at first, but I did it. I was really sincere also. I mean, I wouldn't want to be either of them for a minute, so, yes, I could find compassion and I could find forgiveness.

So, seriously. Just when I finished the letters to FP&W, I put the pad of paper down and opened my computer to find that I'd manifested a $900 program that I really wanted (FOR FREE); that is a financial life changer for me. Shit. I think I cried. And I'm like, Yeah! this works!

So I'm doing Qi Gong, when suddenly this wave of energy comes over me, making me kind of sick and I had to sit down. Since I was sitting down, I opened my computer to find a notice from my lawyer and the FP&W asked for a continuance because they just found out about the hearing and don't have time to prepare. Fuck fuck fuck. FUCK.

Which, translated from "the language of the whore" means she hasn't been paying attention and wasn't looking at her mail. So, seriously, this entire problem here stemmed from the fact that she cannot be bothered to do her job, and everybody else, including the state government should be just rearrange their priorities to suit her. It was the epitome of the whole situation.

I was so upset. Thought I was going to have a heart attack. I had to sit down and write those damn letters again. I did it all over again and got myself back to a good place. And this time I wrote letters to others on that list as well. It was incredibly freeing and I figured out some good stuff doing them.

When I arrive at the lawyers office today she started by saying, I've never seen a continuance NOT be granted when they ask. Like giving me warning to not loose my shit.  I had a few moments, right? But I did that connect to source thing again.....

Lucky for me,  the W isn't really very smart. She admitted that she had received the notification that a hearing was coming up, so seriously, woman, that is your clue to GET YE PREPARED.

So, at the scheduled time of the hearing, the adjudicator calls my attorney to say that she (W) asked, again, for a continuance, because her daughter had an appointment, so she couldn't be there.

(Nothing against the child, she is really lovely, but if you knew how much my working life revolved around that child you would be shocked. So this was really priceless. I used to call her The President of All Things.)

The adjudicator left her a message saying, if it's not medical, then you need to be there by 2pm or we will continue without you.

Which would totally rock for me. I said to my attorney, that if the appointment thing was true, she would have mentioned that the other day when she originally asked for the continuance. It was becoming clear that she wasn't prepared to personally defend all the lies she told and the havoc she wrecked towards innocent people.

Plus, um, the child has two parents. The FP could have easily done the kiddie thing. Right. And the "appointment "wasn't medical, it was school. The kid is 5.

So. 2pm, they call back, and FP is actually on the line. First of all: Gulp. He has admitted that they actually have the paperwork, but that his "staff" hadn't opened the mail in a week. And by staff not opening the mail, he means, this is the reason I'm divorcing the W.

Which, again, means the W didn't look at the mail. DIDN'T LOOK AT THE MAIL. I have to keep saying it over and over because that epitomizes the entire 4.5 years of my experience with them.

So, the adjudicator goes, um, NO, I'm not granting a continuance because your staff didn't open your mail. And you FP can stay on the line or you can go, up to you, but you do not have first hand knowledge of what happened, so you won't be testifying. And FP rang off. Quite gracefully. Thank you thank you thank you. Bye bye, now.

I was so happy. Surreal hearing his voice. And so happy to have him off that phone.

So the entire thing was really whittled down to not complicated at all. I didn't have to say bad things about them, which I wanted more than anything. It's the reason I hired an attorney, so at least bad stuff I'd have to say would be productive. It's not so much to protect them, because frankly, fuck that. But it was for my own integrity. My own karma. I need the Karma Credit!

And I don't know yet if I won, but I believe I may have.

And I am so grateful for these life lessons. I mean, my life will never be the same.

I toyed with the idea of writing a letter of forgiveness. I mean the kind you do send. At first I thought to both of them, but there was no way that any actual letter to her wouldn't have a note of passive/aggressiveness in it, and I don't wont to do that. And I also won't give her the satisfaction. But the truth of the matter is that the W really fucked FP over with this whole thing. I guess that she doesn't want him to have any support at all. And she is not smart enough to see that impacts her income. That thing she is trying so desperately to protect.

I'm sleeping on the forgiveness letter. It would be also a thank you letter. I learned so much from him, and I don't mean the things he teaches. The letter to him would be genuine.

But gotta sleep on that.

I think I should go stand on the scale and see what I weigh with the weight of the world off my shoulders.

Okay, I'm hooked on high energy. Energy Crack.