prana-oia

yea, so I was at the laundry mat today and WOW did I get an earful from our local paranoid drug addict. He told me what a "warlock" is. It's a cocaine-addicted-human-hater (in essence). These people are pure evil. Lucky for kooky joe, who enlightened me of this kind of person, I was present shoving my washing machines full of clothes and sheets. Lucky- because the warlock was apparently threatening our friend's life. Apparently, the same guy who's father killed joe's bro and pop, with a rifle, and according to joe, and if I hadn't been there he'd have killed him. ? Damn paranoia spreading prana-suckers. I felt a hugeness of my feet on the earth and my crown lit with god-ness. It was almost a sense of being grounded FOR these people. With passing thoughts of "is this person going to attack me?" "god please protect us" and "do I need to get my pepper spray?" and "man, f you for even being in my space" and "what about me made this person think it's okay to spew this paranoid rant on my laundry experience?" I tried to be open right, cuz that's what yogis do, and then I said hmmm, i don't feel like openness has to mean allowing this person to continue blowing out my flame with paranoia, (plus he starting telling me i was asking too many questions i wasn't authorized to ask) and when it started to get personal I just kind of put up a mirror, and began to simply meditate and feel my body relaxed amidst this minor chaos. I was a little too scared to leave my clothes in the dryer with him there alone, so I hung out roasting in my car, thinking "god protects me always, and how can i trust that in this situation?" I felt that the paranoia i felt about my clothes was not "mine" if u know what I mean... but it took about 20 minutes for me to trust. when another car pulled up to the 'mat, I felt, ok I trust. Now here i am at the coffee shop with my laundry next door, hopefully still flopping around in the dryer. The worst that can happen I suppose is that my laundry has been taken by kooky joe, and I'll have to get new underwear and sheets. I dunno, I just think God rocks. I wish I could have laughed more around the poor guy, instead of getting defensive and slightly shut down, but I am only able to do what i can do right now. I pray for the warlocks and the humans they hate and may god protect the laundry mat and all who enter there.