Well, it’s certainly been a long time since I’ve made a real post. My I suppose I haven’t had much time to do such things. Well, it’s a lazy Sunday morning now and I have several hours before I have to go to church, or anywhere for that matter.
Unfortunately I don’t have much to write on. Not that things haven’t happened; from making progress in my career to shaking hands with a modern apostle of Jesus Christ. But I’m not really feeling it for those things.
But there is one thing that I suppose I can post on; for the 3 people who read this I suppose. I’ve developed my own personal calendar.
I made is several years ago now, and so far it’s been fairly useful in making predictions for my general mood. Perhaps it is a sort of self-fulfilling prophecy, but hey – it seems to work.
In developing it I decided that it should be a 7 week calendar, because 7 is a good number. Then named each week according to the 4 classical elements, added two of my own, and ended the cycle with a ‘sabbath’ week. Then I started the calendar at an arbitrary point. After awhile I noticed that the events of my life started to fit with the calendar. For example, I only ever get sick during the 6th week of my calendar. And almost everything that happens during my Sabbath week is a blessing. During the week of ‘water’ I am most comfortable (water being my natural element), and I tend to only develop crushes during a week of ‘fire’.
I’ve also noticed that the turnover from one week to the next generally happens in the early afternoon on Sundays. This seemingly arbitrary time supports the evidence of this being a type of self-fulfilling prophecy. But I am genuinely surprised at how profound the correlation is. I’m inclined to believe that it really is ‘all in your head’. Even health and sickness are affected by belief and state of mind. Because I have grown used to certain weeks being better or worse for me, I believe that they will continue to follow that pattern, and they do.
This was not an easy process; It took me years to actually start believing that this arbitrary pattern meant something. But once I was able to convince myself of it, it actually became real; to me at least. This leads to existential questions that I’d rather not get into, but it proves at least one thing. Faith and belief have real power. I find that, at least, comforting.
