A SHOUT OUT TO TRUCKERS 📣 📣 đŸ“Ł

Posted on August 29, 2024 by Cathy Silver

I don’t know if 18 wheelers and long distance carriers still have handles. I don’t know much about the whole industry, actually, but I do know that when I cross the country there are hundreds—thousands on the back roadways—freeways—or state highways. They also park in rest areas and truck parking—so many you can’t count as you pass by. I know that driving can’t be an easy lifestyle or way to make a living ’cause when you ain’t drivin’—you ain’t gettin’ paid.

It seemed there were more on the road that I can remember as I made this last cross-country trip. The companies are too numerous to recall—except for maybe the major lines. It really doesn’t matter. There are a hell-of-a-lot of independent drivers, too. Each truck in someway seems to carry the personality or energy of the driver inside. Now a days—I even see women behind the wheel. I’m sure there have always been a few, but it was definitely a man’s world. I have observed what appears to be husband and wife also. That makes me smile.

When I fill up with gas, I like an easy on-and-off. It cuts the time of my stop, not getting snarled in local traffic. When you’re doing 500-700 miles a day—sometimes more—minutes count. I mention this, because “Loves” is one stop that seems to innately understand and have placed their stations outside the city limits both for autos and trucks. Land was probably less expensive, too.  I’m sure I’m not alone, because most of the time they are pretty busy with the hustle and bustle of road warriors. LOL Time is not necessarily money in my case, it’s more like, “How tired am I going to be when I stop for the night?”

What I hear over the loud speaker is, “Customer 74, shower #5 is ready for you.” I can’t imagine taking a shower in a very nice gas station—but at the end of the day—a gas station. To their credit, the restrooms have always been clean. Thank you! It’s a tough job.

The trucks I pass and those that pass me, are painted now in beautiful scarlet reds, parakeet greens—and, cobalt blues. A few oriole yellow, tiger orange or the grape, violet or lilac purple. The major lines, pretty much all have their logos and graphics which carry the basic black, white and red—yellow and green colors. 

You’ve probable seen them a million times—and not given it a second thought. I know they all mean something—and it really doesn’t matter. I also know the history of organized crime behind this industry—but those are the boys at the top pulling the strings—and I would dare to guess not the ones behind the wheel making sure we have groceries in our cities and therefore in our homes to feed our families. This is a network that is vast and almost unfathomable. Everything ultimately seems to come by truck. I read a few years back that our roadways handle more than 2 million trucks on the road at any one time. 

In this world of chaos, the truckers stand for something. Certainly the Canadian truckers did. They took a stand and were penalized severely for standing up to tyranny. They warned us to be careful of governments selling CBDC’s and how quickly those who control the electronic world of bank accounts can freeze our own when we stand up for ourselves against the elite oligarchs. On a side note, don’t fall for the “safe and convenient narrative”.  Just saying. That’s something that can’t be lost on us. We also must read between the lines. We’re only a few feet away from the same fate. I could take a deep dive into many areas of our system today which need revamping. I see the corruption hanging on for life—but today—I want to extend my gratitude for the hours and dangers and sacrifices that truckers make to be sure the goods and services we all need are delivered in a timely fashion—no matter what the weather and political climate throws their direction. 

If you know or have a chat with a local driver, it might be nice to acknowledge his commitment for really a thankless job. Here’s a shout out to the millions of truck drivers who spend their days and nights on the asphalt highways crisscrossing America. They are really the modern-day cowboys. Thank you!

About Cathrine Silver

Cathrine Silver, HC, AADP, is a Shaman, Certified Holistic Health Counselor, and intuitive in private practice in Lauderdale by the Sea, Florida. She works collaboratively with clients on their desires regarding disease through a process called biological decoding. She writes about relationships, spirituality, and loss and help others through theirs.  Suffering through her own loss in 2005, Cathrine motivates and empowers others to be the heroes in their own lives, becoming fully responsible for their own happiness, joy and well-being.

Cathrine holds a degree in Speech Communication from the University of Washington, is a graduate of the Institute for Integrative Nutrition and holds certifications in Reiki, Matrix Energetics, Hypnosis, Biological Decoding and Grief Counseling and is a Shamanic practitioner.  She is the author of the book, Riding the Light Beam: How Any Woman Can Find the Hero Inside.

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Road Trip: Mysteries, Paradoxes and Contradictions

Posted on December 31, 2023 by Cathy Silver

The excitement stirs my soul when I begin a road trip. I am fortunate—I can do my work anywhere. A fall-winter adventure certainly has more challenges, but with astute judgment and a little planning, everything is possible. And, so it was that a text message set the course in motion for a road trip. It was my stepmother’s 80th birthday. I would say, a milestone in most families, and I was flattered to be extended an invitation. Each adventure is unique—the takeaways are never the same. I was on my way from Florida to the Northwest. Not exactly a drive across town.

When I’m on the road, I seek the quiet solitude of Nature. Mother Earth rejuvenates my Beingness. It is a bit more ‘work’ but I enjoy the camping and cabins provided in the modern—convenient campgrounds which I laughed at 40+ years ago. However, when I travel by myself, a family-friendly stop is a welcomed rest for the night.

My observation from this trip was very much a paradox or certainly contradiction. Let me explain. As I approached large cities like Phoenix, certainly just about all of California—Houston, San Antonino and Baton Rouge to name a few, I felt like I had been plunged into a virtual reality video game of “Speed Racer.” It was the anxious, frantic, wild energy that took the drivers in almost a deranged hyper-paced speed. Even the numerous fatalities and accidents along the way—didn’t have a sustained effect on speed or corybantic driving.

And yet, when I stopped for gas, a freeway rest stop, overnight respite, or a grocery store, folks were pleasant, cheerful and seemed to enjoy a break in the routine for a moment of conversation. On my way home, folks on the “other side of the gas pumps” seem to go out of their way to wish me a Merry Christmas or a Happy New Year.  And, in some of my conversations, others also noticed the speed and unrestraint by so many drivers on the freeway. What gives?

Because of the past lockdowns, were folks squeezing in family time? Because of the tremendous SADS were folks wanting to see family again? Even if those family and friends were not just across town, but in a neighboring state? Many of the drivers were totally bat-shit crazy, yet off the road, an atmosphere of connectedness seemed vibrant and alive; appreciative, in fact. 

On my last road trip two and a half years ago, there were a few who were angry at me for not participating in the mask, jab and social distancing madness. This time instead, those few welcomed the connection. The same ones who could not understand my past opposition. Go figure. It was like not remembering a dream upon waking because it had dissipated with the morning sunrise. That was a welcome surprise. Yet peoples’ driving behavior still made me ponder, why?

I thought about the T.V. programming and the fear installed overtime as the finger pushes the on-button for the remote so often and so routinely. There was certainly a brainwashing component to that not so innocent black box and data collection site. The stresses of everyday were there too. The constant reminders of multiple wars around the globe, the censorship, inflation every time one enters the grocery store, rumors of 15 minute cities, the fear of CBDC and loss of cash, the unfolding corruption within our own government, the bickering and the constant reprograming of the official state sponsored narrative were perhaps taking their toll? The list is long. Maybe folks were just sick and tired and didn’t really give a damn? 

And then it hit me. Could the highway be a place where, just like myself, one could experience a sense of freedom? Could it be that we have grown tired and weary of the constant ever increasing new laws, cameras, monitoring and regulations imposed on us? It felt eerily like a noose getting tighter around our metaphoric necks? It was hard to breathe at times. Or even, perhaps like a straight jacket in an insane asylum with no means to escape? Are we just sick and tired of the government and those that are imposing such measures—and those drivers were simply demonstrating their resistance against the new measures that surround and threaten our way of life, and freedom, everywhere we turn? Could it be, that we’ve all had just about enough CONTROL over our lives?  Are drivers showing their anger and frustration and demonstrating it in a very non-verbal way—the only way they really can? That they’ve had enough? I certainly have. What about you?

Freedom is never voluntarily given by the oppressor; 

it must be demanded by the oppressed. 

~Martin Luther King, Jr.

About Cathrine Silver

Cathrine Silver, HC, AADP, is a Shaman, Certified Holistic Health Counselor, and intuitive in private practice in Lauderdale by the Sea, Florida. She works collaboratively with clients on their desires regarding disease through a process called biological decoding. She writes about relationships, spirituality, and loss and help others through theirs.  Suffering through her own loss in 2005, Cathrine motivates and empowers others to be the heroes in their own lives, becoming fully responsible for their own happiness, joy and well-being.

Cathrine holds a degree in Speech Communication from the University of Washington, is a graduate of the Institute for Integrative Nutrition and holds certifications in Reiki, Matrix Energetics, Hypnosis, Biological Decoding and Grief Counseling and is a Shamanic practitioner.  She is the author of the book, Riding the Light Beam: How Any Woman Can Find the Hero Inside.

www.Cathrinesilver.com (Website)

www.cathysilver.me (Blog)

cathysilverhealth@gmail.com (email)

Cathy Silver Holistic Healing (Facebook)

Cathy Silver, HC@CSilverWellness (Twitter)

Cathrine Silver (LinkedIn) 

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