Osprey - 11-27-2006 at 08:44 AM
Epiphany
About twenty years ago, on a week-long business trip to the Los Angeles area I had an awakening on the crowded freeway. Rush-hour traffic had my
stretch of highway in virtual gridlock – my view of the road ahead was uncountable cars and trucks to the horizon. Hot and grouchy I took out my
imaginary Spaceman’s vaporizing pistol and began to vaporize the vehicles, clear a path so I could proceed unimpeded.
The pistol had great power and range; the roadway was quickly emptying when I stopped to consider my options. Better not wipe out everybody, better
leave the red and green grocery truck because I’ve got to have food. Might be a good idea to leave that ambulance alone, the little white Chevy driven
by a nurse, let the PG&E guy stay because I’ll need power and lights, don’t touch the milk truck, etc. There’s a car I’ll leave alone; guy has a
guitar and I gotta have my tunes. The few vehicles left on the roadway after my cherrypicking, left the imaginary highway open for clear sailing as
far as the eye could see.
The harmless little mind exercise was trying to show me the path to a happier life. It was trying to show me that I didn’t need much to be happy and
free. Or, the notion that I could measure my future happiness in how much personal freedom I could achieve, that I could handle the trade-off of
having less material wealth and more space and time to use what little I wound up with.
I couldn’t act on my impulses right then and there. It would take another ten years but after carrying this little mantra, this little golden gem of
a mental talisman around in my head set me on a dead-bang course for retirement in a little fishing village by the sea somewhere in Mexico. When it
was time to go, I knew it, made my move and have never looked back.
Any other Nomads out there “had a vision?”
DianaT - 11-27-2006 at 08:55 AM
Thanks for sharing that---enjoyed it a lot.
Diane
Diver - 11-27-2006 at 09:07 AM
I've had the epiphany also.
Actually, I've had the exact same thoughts on the freeway.
We moved from the city to the country.
It's still not enough in my long-range mind, but it will do for now.
Hopefully Baja sometime soon.......
.
FARASHA - 11-27-2006 at 12:22 PM
, I have those visions too, and they keep coming more often latly - YES I guess
its time to move then! Everyone has his BAJA visions, one way or other!
Edit - I forgot - mine is: driving with a Hummer or a Tank,on top of them all 
[Edited on 27-11-2006 by FARASHA]
vandenberg - 11-27-2006 at 12:31 PM
Osprey,
My visions weren't nearly as peaceful. I had more of a vision being in one of the largest tanks in our army's arsenal and running over all the
so-and-so's impeding my progress. Never gave it a thought of leaving anyone out. Now in Loreto, Nopolo, with 15 years of very quiet and peaceful
living under my belt, am faced with Loreto Bay. Maybe another tank run is in order shortly ??
Great story, Osprey, but--------
Barry A. - 11-27-2006 at 12:38 PM
-------I lived in the National Parks (Grand Canyon, Glacier, Dinosaur, Cape Hatteras) for 7 years and then moved back to the city, or rather the small
city (85K). I got so tired of having to drive 30 + or - miles everytime I wanted to buy something I have never looked back, either. 
You use a pistol on the freeway
Sharksbaja - 11-27-2006 at 01:13 PM
I use an uzi.
Seriously though Osprey, during my recent epiphany I was more keyed in on reflection. Reflecting on my idle time vs my productive time.
Yes. this is my idle time posting here. While there, I resist idling. Full throttle in Baja. Kick back? No way!
Well, when you only spend fractions of your life in a wondrous place, it tends to squeeze mo energy from yer soul per life unit.
Good words Osprey.
spike - 11-27-2006 at 03:32 PM
Ospey,
Great story!You have put into words the dream I have every day. Not so much the spacegun, but the running to Baja. We are, as of today exactly 2years
and 10 months from our pull out of here date and get to our "vision". Glad to hear how other people came to the same conclusion. Thanks for the ray of
hope!
Spike