Frequency

Last night, we watched an interesting movie called, "Frequencies." The basic premise is that every person has a frequency. The higher the frequency, the "more nature tries hard to give you what you want." The lower the frequency, the more "unlucky" you are; you are out of balance with nature; things fall on you or trip you; the physical world and your body are out of sync.  

I've tripped, stumbled, fumbled, and gotten pummeled oodles of times for most of my life. I mean, really; how many people can gash their gums open by eating an M&M that splits just right and plunges downward? It takes a special kind of talent....or is it something else?  

So, maybe I need to raise my frequency. I know the things attempted in the movie, but you won't find spoilers here on my watch. 

Hmmm... What could I -- the non-scientist, low-frequency simpleton -- do here at home to make my surroundings treat me with more dignity? How does one raise their frequency? Stand inadvisably close to a microwave antenna? Should I hum an ear-piercing, high monotone note while rapidly blinking my eyes? Perhaps I should hang my head out the window of a speeding car....at night....while shining a flashlight forward then back then forward...

I had a dream last night. We were downtown in a city and looking at a sidewalk cafe ahead of us. There was some sort of city-wide contest going on where you could gain a prize by stealing wine glasses and presenting as many different specimens of them as you could on some future date, assuming you didn't get caught and jailed in the meantime. So, hubby and I decided to take turns rushing some of the cafe tables in order to each swipe a wine glass. I went first, and that's when the magic happened. Now, I know theft is wrong, but let's focus on the good. 

My gait was swift and sure! I leaped easily over low benches and a planter without stumbling or knees buckling or plowing face-first into a waiter's feet. It was like I was an Olympian! It was wondrous. I was a precise machine of athleticism. It was a beautiful thing. I didn't tire; I didn't trip; I didn't even have a thought in my mind that my body wouldn't do what I wanted it to do. I fluidly streaked to that glass and escaped with the prowess of an ancient Greek warrior. Wow!

I awoke with a smug, pleased grin on my face. Yup, perhaps all it is I need to do is maneuver that frequency dial in my brain. Look for me in Rio in 2016! Well, or Tokyo in 2020; it might take a while to perfect this.