life's puzzlers

Well today was an interesting day, which it has been suggested to look upon it metaphysically, so this is what I am doing. Since there are no co-incidences, one must look upon every single event that one interacts with as like a koan. It is a puzzle for my evolvement. So lets look at the koan experience I had and see what sense I can make of it.

I had a warning to go to the car...I know something was wrong, but I did not go. This would have saved me getting the parking ticket, and potentially the registration ticket.

So I got two tickets...one for parking too long by a few mins, and one for having my registration expired by a few days. He was pleasant and offered me a chance to get off my fines if I wrote in.

One perspective to take is that I am being punished.

One perspective to take is that I am working off old Karma.

One perspective to take is that this is a lesson for my benefit, if I can see it I will be enlightened.

I am choosing to believe that it is the last one of these 3. Now I just need to see it.

It could be an incentive to let go of the reality I am in...I am there for Min Ji, and the ABA, I didn't need to be. But this doesn't feel right as an answer.

I am indifferent to the tickets, for they are not mine even though they came through me....they are no ones. They belong to this world, but I do not. They are attracted by the forces of this world and brought to me seeking a reaction. For from this reaction might come forth an emanation of thought that they may feed upon...them that are of this realm but not this world. But I do not react. Everything in this world is becoming more and more distant to me. I am losing my passion for everything here. My food demon is here. I have eaten only a few spoons of yoghurt and a small number of mussels in the last 48 hours. My food demon is ravished. My physical body shows little sign of hunger but my food demon attempts to constantly gain control of my mind space. I have no quiet time, for he will not persist. This is like a baby who has been crying for hours, without break. The easiest thing would be to give in and simply eat.

But I am not prepared to do this. I am not starving myself, for I do not need food. I am not starving my body, for I have already eaten enough through the yoghurt, and mussels to sustain me for the level of activity I have done. So I am only starving him. I am prepared to eat, to partake in a salad, but this will have to wait.