November Twenty-Second, 2023

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So I am sitting there chatting with my hairstylist—and we always end up talking about random stuff, mostly food—and she mentions that apparently Sonic now has deep-fried pickles. And I am like, “Oh, that sounds amazing!” but she immediately goes, “Ugh, I cannot stand pickles.”

And I am like, “Okay, if you can not stand a food that much, it is probably a past life thing.”

She laughs and goes, “Yeah, that actually makes sense.”

So I ask, “Is it okay if I look at it?” and she is like, “Sure.”

I tune in, and I am like, “Alright, throw it away if it does not make sense—but I am getting Great Depression vibes. You are pickling everything in sight, you are pissed off because everyone is worried about food costs, and you are over here like, ‘Why can they not just grow their own garden?’”

So you did—you grew your own garden—but you also pickled everything. You were selling it, running your little business, doing great. But the message was clear: you do not have to eat the pickles. You can eat them fresh from the garden. You do not have to live off what has been preserved.

So I told her, “Give yourself a little light bulb moment—do not get high on your own supply of pickled items.”

And she just bursts out laughing and goes, “Oh my god, you are right. I do not like any pickled things. Not one.”

And I’m like, “Yep. That tracks.” So we did a quick little healing—cleared the past life stuff, did the statements, wrapped it up—and that was that.

Just a funny little story I thought I’d share.

Okay, bye.