This morning I woke up feeling rested. I worked on Tummo breathing exercises and other forms of breath work for a while, which really helps with my sinuses and overall relaxation of the body in general. I might wake up feeling good, “But it doesn’t mean it stays that way for long!”
While doing my breathwork and enjoying the zinging sensations that came about as a result, I noted I was drifting right on the edge of sleep. A time or two I found myself in other places, but everything was vague and indiscernible.
While drifting between realms, I did catch something about me going back to my sailboat, which was around thirty feet in length, with a shoebox full of money. I didn’t see anything. I could feel myself carrying the box though and, wherever the vessel was docked, it was around 38 degrees out and damp.
When I finally got out of bed it was with the sense that a bit of monetary gain really is in my near future. Does that mean the check that’s supposedly been in the mail for the past three weeks is actually going to arrive in the next day or so, “Despite the government shutdown?”
And… Why is it that thoughts of Cassidy Spohn, who I can’t thank enough for getting evicted from here, are intruding on my mind so strongly? Is she, or is one of her associates going to visit my site again? Or are we going to cross paths in some other way?
I’ve noticed for some time now that it’s the way things work for me these days. “Have strong thoughts and emotions about a party out of the blue and they appear in your world in some form shortly thereafter.”
I probably never will understand how a therapist could do something so hurtful to someone and not even bother to attempt to make things right. And, if she’s so right in what she did, why would she or anyone in her entourage want to visit any of my sites anyway. Their all better than me, “Right?”
What does it matter what someone writes about you online, so long as they are sticking to the facts and acknowledging what is speculation or opinion. If you can do no wrong, “Why does a bit of truth bother you so?”
In my opinion, Ms. Spohn shouldn’t be a therapist based on the fact that she proved to me that she cannot be trusted with money (based on texts) and she demonstrated a lack of ability to deliver on her word (also based on texts). Obviously, my landlord came to a similar conclusion based on his experience with her, “hence the eviction notice left on the downstairs landing”.
I could go on here about many other things I observed while she was living directly underneath this apartment. But, thankfully, as of February 28, 2025, she was gone.
My new neighbor is cool. She reminds me of Maria Cangelosi, who lived below me before Cassidy. She’s quiet, respectful, personable, and hasn’t once offered to help me with anything, “Which suits me just fine.”
I will never accept help from a neighbor again, after my experience with Ms. Spohn. “It’s just better this way.”
The vibe of the building feels so much better since Cassidy’s eviction. Things will never be perfect around here, but I actually enjoy being home again. I used to hate coming home to this apartment when I knew she was here.
But she’s not here anymore. I have a cool downstairs neighbor again that doesn’t cause me stress. And, from what I read online, Cassidy Spohn is now Michael Cipolla’s problem. Hopefully, he’ll do the world a favor and make sure she stays “His Problem”.