We made it to our winter home in Florida last week, and just in time too. An electrical short in our system related to us running the furnace while in Virginia knocked out the power to our thermostats. With temperatures dipping down into the 20’s there, you really need the furnace, but we can’t run it without the thermostats. Unfortunately, that also meant that we couldn’t run the AC once we got back to Florida. (Myth Buster: it can still be pretty darn hot here in the “winter”) But we got lucky and found a guy to come out to the campground and get us fixed up. While thermostats are working now, the root cause of the problem as related to the furnace cannot be addressed unless the temps get really low here. But for now, that is a distant worry.
We experienced some extremes in climates since we left Florida in the spring. Cold and very dry in the southwest turned to hot and very dry. And we watched as Virginia lost it’s lush green foliage as the leaves changed colors and dropped with the temps. Those we left behind in Virginia are settling in for a long winter. But when we returned to balmy South Florida last week, and I walked through the hot and humid night air, I couldn’t help but to feel a bit giddy.
When we first left Florida in our RV back in 2017, I was disappointed to have to return so quickly for the winter. We had just broken free and were looking for new adventures on different pastures, only to return a few months later. It was originally our hope to not be so tied to South Florida, and feel free to spend the winters where ever we wanted. But as I sit here with my windows open on this perfect sunny day, with green grass and trees everywhere I look, I find I am filled with great contentment.
We no longer feel we have to see everything on the map. We like being in Virginia, so why not spend more time there? Just because your home has wheels, it doesn’t mean you constantly have to be on the go. We even considered buying some land there to call our own, where I can plant vegetables and flowers. But as winter set in, and we started making our way south, I thought to myself “We’d really need a home in both Virginia and Florida so that we can have the best of both worlds and be true snowbirds”. And then it hit me. We do have a home in both areas. It just happens to be the same home. And it was in that moment that I realized we had broken all the rules. We have broken out of the matrix. We have found our liberation.
As we lingered over empty plates after dinner one night, I expressed these feelings to Al. He shared with me that he has become very aware lately of how we operate outside of the system. We fly here, drive there, sometimes for just a quick stop over, and other times we stay for a while. We sip, dabble, and experience life in these different places. But when we leave, these places continue on. Like a computer running many different programs in the background, but you are just pulling up the one you wish to work with at the moment. When we leave Vegas or Amsterdam, those places continue to be Vegas and Amsterdam. When we leave our family in Virginia, they will go on living their daily routines. Not much will change in any of these places, except maybe the kids. Each place has it’s own program that continues on and on, and the people that live there are subject to that program, and very seldom break free.
I am reminded of Alison David-Bird, the founder of Marconics, saying that you must be able to exit the grid/matrix. You can then come back in for the experience, or to assist others with ascension. It seems we have done just that in our daily lives. As above, so below. Our lives are mirroring that which we have accomplished in spirit.
As I am sharing all of this, I am of course thinking of the Matrix movies. You must wake from the Matrix, then hop back in and out to effect change at specific points, while maintaining your consciousness and not going back to sleep in the matrix. It is definitely easier to do when you have broken free of the programmings. Imagine all that you could do if you didn’t feel like you had to follow society’s rules.
I still wish there was a bit more space inside the RV. And I still want my garden. But a cold front that blew through this weekend has dropped the temps down to the mid 70’s here, a true Florida winter. I think I’ll just be happy.
Written by: Elizabeth DiPace means Peace
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