A reality rumple is a slightly more vigorous anomaly than a ripple. A gentle ocean wave on the sand creates an effervescent fizz which is pleasant to experience. It’s intensely soothing, refreshing and exciting at the same time.

The sound of children tearing open Christmas presents has a similar rippling effect on my being. Happy and pleasant!

Rumples, however, are more intense. They don’t ripple through my being but pound a bit. They are distorting and unpleasant phenomenons- as if the universe requires me AGAIN to examine what I imagined to be true- in light of new information.

A reality Rumple may be like hearing my parents knocking and banging in the hallway late Christmas Eve when I was a small child. Shushing and cursing. (No Santa, I guess 😞)

Hopefully, if I am diligent to learn and adapt in my seeming ever-changing reality, I can avoid a level 3 disturbance: The “Rumble.”

A reality Rumble means I’ve been sitting on the couch, a bystander. A critic! No good effort being deposited into the universe that returns to me in “good measure, pressed down, and overflowing.”

Then, the universe comes knocking at my door. It wants to Rumble. It’s checking for viability. “Are You just going to sit there and wait? Yah, YOU!!”

So, I’ve got dreams. And, there’s a world of hurdles and obstacles. Traps. Fear, for one example. Self doubt is another. Self pity. Poor me…x y z has been hard!

But, these things don’t actually disqualify me. In fact, I’ve learned in hard times that truth emerges like a Phoenix. I see clearly. That’s when I learn what I am truly capable of.

So, if you’ve been beaten on, and beaten on, and thrashed… And knocked down….don’t think this an unusual phenomenon! You’re in training.

But, we have to do the work: Ask the hard questions. Seek answers!

Like, what the hell do eggs and bunnies have to do with the celebrated Christ- rising- from- the -dead incident?

Good grief, this smacks of religious ‘Kraft Macaroni and Cheese.’ Something’s not quite right!