How bicycles made me psychic w/pics
subtitle: When the wheels are turning, I hate to put on the brakes
Some of my beliefs about psychic ability disagrees with a lot of other people's beliefs. I've often seen it catagorized as "occult"." From my perspective that's wrong. The key word is "ability." We have the ability to walk, to talk, and I think to the same degree, we were pretty much all born with psychic ability.
You might wonder then, why aren't we all psychics?
Consider the way our parents treated the possibility of our walking (adoring praise and encouragement at any movement in that direction whatsoever), the possibility of us talking (again consistent, loving praise and encouragement at any sound we made).... and now consider how they treated our imagination, the doorway to psychic ability. Wish I had a dollar for every time a mother has said, "Oh honey, stop that now, you're just imagining things."
Every law that applies to other abilities applies to psychic ability... as in "use it or lose it." If you never let someone stand up, they can't learn to walk. If you never let them speak, they can't learn to talk. If you shut down a kid's imagination regularly, then it's pretty likely to diminish their natural psychic growth.
I suppose my mother was like most, so my psychic ability would be a lot less than it could be except for bicycles. I loved my bike as much as any kid could. I couldn't ride them enough. In fact, every night when I went to bed I'd lie down on my side, with one leg hiked up just a little higher than the other and imagine I was riding on a giant track surrounded by flowers, trees, all kinds of birds and animals in full technicolor with surround sound to put myself to sleep with. I usually imagined I was riding at a medium speed, just enough to feel the breeze lifting my hair. Sweeet. :)
Every night I was exercising my imagination. And I'm convinced one way or another, every good psychic was blessed with a fair amount of psychic exercise. Either they were praised and encouraged when they used their imagination, or something. Maybe they used it to put them to sleep like I did.
But a young teen mother doesn't have much time to ride her bike. Add a few rude remarks from guys driving by and I parked the bike for good. I quit when I was 15 years old in 1968.
Fast forward. November the 9th, 2007: Jerry and I rented a couple of beach cruiser, single-speed bikes and took a 6.5 mile bike ride on the Dogwood Canyon bike trail. It's been thirty years since I was on a bicycle and I'd forgotten how much I loved riding. After three days of researching beautiful beach cruisers online, I went to walmart and got myself an inexpensive and sturdy bike, then went back to Dogwood Canyon and bought a season pass.
That went well enough for a while. But it was a 15 mile gas guzzling, carbon emitting, drive just to get to the bike trail. I left my beautiful home on the lake and moved to a great paved, quiet, 3 mile loop back home in the Poteau River Valley. It is is eerily almost identical to the one I rode when I was a kid putting myself to sleep.
The loop is flat enough, but the wind is too strong for a single speed... so for my birthday, my daughter Christie, got me this seven speed.
More than anything, riding seems to "blow the soot out," of my lungs and my brain. I breathe better, think sharper, read more clearly.
I'm getting the wii fit game to keep moving when it's too hot to ride. I've gotta keep on moving to stay sharp for you and me both. :) But I know this already, it will never replace my love of bikes. Here are some pictures I've taken while out riding. You'd think I'd take more, but when the wheels are turning I kinda hate to put on the brakes. :) Which is exactly how I feel about ten minute calls bought in one minute increments... I'd much rather have a five minute call straight through. Half the money, but twice the fun.
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