I have communed with some wonderful people this week, I have prayed for people past and intentioned for a more peaceful world with a higher standard of behaviour and I have of course received the bill for it.
A wise man once said “they only give you bills because, 'they' know you can pay them”. Not knowing how they are to be paid is half the fun. There were a couple of times this week, I have not hit the wall, so much a been under it when it fell. We are not even into a week past the disseminating moon. MMm Broadcast! Appropriate possibly, for the week that has flown past my News Feeds. I am, however smokng less, without thinking about it. Thank you Champix, the dreams are an extraordinary side effect. No I’m not going to bore you with mine. Instead I’m going to bore you with a touch of synchronious cycles as repeated over time and peoples responses to it like “Get a Lawyer”.
Here Tom gives some great tips on Saturn as it touches the varying planets and their Archetypes, over the next wee while.
Remember, planets are huge things. They are Ancestors holding the stories of Eons. Planets are touching your bubble somewhere, until you navigate your own way beyond them. Nobody should stand between you, and your connection to whatever your definition of Universal energy is. There are many ways to help you become more in touch with you, astrology is but one. Tarot is part of mine.
So, who are 'they'? I call them, 'industries of death’, to others, I think corporation, is the word. One of my big eyeopeners? A piece of me, was Used, Copied, and artificially constructed into 'the system'. Pretty soon you won’t be able to hear where I end, and the AI starts. Mmm that Artificial I.
I was working for Mitel Telecommunications, (somebody knows the year), Tone Borren was the front man in charge. I guess this must of been in the “80’s. Good service may have been hard to find, good acid was not. I was on reception, under Dorothy.
I loved Dorothy, she was small, petite and always a lady. I think. she was also good at her job, I’m not sure she had the respect of some of the other office workers. I admired her. Now this was my second job in Wellington, the first one had been for Ruskin engineering. A real con or something job. Another time.
Mitel, were the company who had the training budget. At this stage companies were still outsourcing training to other companies. I was on one of the first ‘Word’ Processing courses in Wellington for e.g. But I was hired by Mitel as a receptionist. Someone threw typing in for good measure, I would never put typing within my resume.
Reception always has a special place in my heart. It is not just the soothing voice over the phone, as another breaths fire, because they need answers now! It is the eye contact, the slight smile, the please… and the understanding that the person in your face is worth two on the phone. And yes, that was an economics thing. Slowly this became inverted, the phone became more important, people realised connectivity led the way to greater production, and I helped take the human touch out of the equation.
“Good Morning. Mitel Telecommunications, how may I help.
Certainly, one moment please
I am sorry Mr, is out at the moment, may I take a message?”
Or “Mr it’s Mr on the line, putting him through now.”
Because a good reception is the hub of the building. I didn’t need to ask questions of, who was already on a phone call, in a meeting, in the building, or when a team member would be a available, because I already knew. A good receptionist is the diary holder for every one under her care. Or was, and my part? Golly, I get the hated part.
You know how you phone a company, and you get a recording, that directs you to List one, which directs you to List two, and so on? Yup, My boss, sitting, watching me in action.
My fault really, I had my own priority codes. Acknowledgement of anyone entering the building, noting who was out. Answering the phones, answering inquiries. Every employee was secondary to the phone, we were a telecommunications company. And this was the age of the Swich, from analogue to digital, from pen and paper to onscreen, instant access.
One day Tone came to the desk, with a really simple, possibly, requirement? Didn’t matter I was on the phone, I acknowledged him, held my call said “I will be with you as soon as possible”. I then proceeded to take calls, at a rate of, well, I bet Tone knew, he was very good at math. For the next twenty minutes, full on, no stop, continual, hello, hold, etc but with full script. Yes, after 5 minutes or so of the constant call swell, I probably did sound a touch mechanical, but I swear I kept my smile. And that, you could hear, down the lines.
My policy was to send a person through the hold loop, if another call came in whilst I was in the “good morning” part of the greet, then my script would change to “Good morning, Mitel Telecommunications, I’m sorry about the wait, please hold the line. I couldn’t park anyone, the beauty of the initial Super Set, was all calls filtered back to reception. I would then catch them with, “hi, I’m sorry about the wait. How may I help?” That’s all people want when they phone a company. To be helped, isn’t it? “The method of how they are helped shouldn’t matter, as long as the calls get to where they are going.” I can almost hear Mr Borren’s analytical mind clicking away.
I guess Tone didn’t mean to inflict us with a system, that would cause so much stress, he may even of thought he was “helping” the receptionist of some poor firm. Keeping her safe from irate vibes of incoming wrath. He simply forgot, maybe, helping is what receptionists and indeed people, do, for each other. We like to help, people are not problems, they have problems. Therefore people, are not problems that need solving. And when you have a problem, the reassurance wanted is not that of a long list of robot voices, or a recorded voice breaking in intermittently, over supposed to pacify (the advertising said so) music. What you want is a person, a reassuring voice, that lets you know, whilst help may not be here, it is, at hand.
The SuperSet 7 and DSX, bring in Erick from Bell, and boom, revolutionary digital automated switch boards, from dialing to service done, with out a person in between. The “face” taken out of the company.
To be honest it was probably the best thing for companies, to get rid of faces. Because people were becoming increasingly hard to handle. The cry since forever “Good Service is hard to find.” It certainly led to an employment incarnation I had as a "Crisis Intervention Specialist".
A now essential role, through the ongoing, with ever more complexity, Service Contract. The battle of ‘YOU WORK FOR ME’. The reason I became a sovereign soul.
The veils of ‘ownership’ and the weaponisation of the right to live, for no other reason than, because you were born. No joy, passion, or freedom allowed in the toil for subsistence. Except for the few. A huge, thought leap, perhaps even a paradigm shift, in being forced to serve, and the right to contribute. Watching money become the price of contribution, has been very enlightening indeed. And brings me back to the, synchronicity over time. I have noticed a pattern.
An animal becomes ill, clients disappear or schedules become incompatible, cyber stuff happens, then an 'industry of death' notice finds it's way to my mail box. Luckily this one, at only $150 000. is less than half of the last, at $350 000. The fourth such cycle in six years and somebody trusts, that before I die I will have a spare half a million travelling, from my direction to theirs. Why? because the "Get a Lawyer" made it so.
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