No Appointment

By Rutty Steinberg

Genik, on his 60th birthday, becomes aware of the passage of time and questions the trajectory of her life. But coming out of nowhere, there's someone who accompanies her and guides her. What do you mean? It shows her, in an unusual way, how she can transform her way of seeing life with new meanings. Who is this Kim, after all, who appears in unexpected places and moments, in magical ways, and who knows Genik, her soul and her story so well?

• Language: English
• Publisher: BadPress
• Release date: Jun 22, 2021
• ISBN: 9781667404325

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NO APPOINTMENT

Rutty Steinberg

Editor

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Summary

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The Beginning Kim

Passage

What is past, is past. Is it? Understanding a little bit more Invitation to a Lecture

Kim, where are you? Letting it flow...

Rescue what?

Luciana

Edu

Now what? The Trip The Sign

The sweetness of love Eye to eye

A New Look News

Opening the game Again at home

The beginning, not the end

Dedication

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I dedicate this book to:

Célia Therezinha G. da Veiga Oliveira, in memory, whose words, by way of preface, I transcribe:

"Rutty,

I wanted to give you back what you so beautifully put into my hands, considering myself worthy of  sharing with you your humanity as splendorous and beautiful as the most beautiful poem, that of life, colorful, aching, and crazy but so full of hope for those who know how to feel it with all the strength of feeling, of the heart, and of the soul, and for this very reason know how to recreate it and always transform it into the best and most crystalline, into the miracle in which stones and their rough edges are transmuted into diamonds full of light and beauty. I wanted to return all this to you, I said, accompanied by the most fragrant bouquet of lilacs. Imagine that I went to Vienna and, from the spring  there, brought you this bouquet of flowers, which I know

would enchant you with color and perfume. May it  adorn your home together with those whom you love.

A kiss and a hug with the affection, respect and admiration of always, out of time and age.

Celia"

To Renata Pereira Dantas, a dear friend who follows and vibrates with everything I write, sharing her creative vision with me.

To Vera Maria Winter, who was by my side the whole time through her beautiful reflections while reading the chapters.

I thank all the friends, students, clients, teachers, writers, and mediums I have met along the way. From them I have learned that life is much bigger than theories.

Rutty Steinberg

July 2016

The  Beginning

"Daydreams, oblivious to the beautiful afternoon sun,

Sneaky, drunk with imagination

Transmuting  into small games and big ideas,

Who defy rules, scheming, populating the solitudes,

Generating seeds in infinity.

A kind of organic thought digestion,

Of emotions that walk lost in the avenues of a being,

It leaves in your mouth a bit of a aftertaste,

Which will grow in flavor, watered by the new senses,

Eaning, delighting in new hierarchies,

Feeling the pleasure of change, dancing possibilities,

Embracing importances, dating urgencies,

And again reorganizing, finding peace in the transient."

As I celebrated my sixtieth birthday, I became aware of the passage of time. I visited my photo album, made comparisons and thought,  the  exercise I love most to practice.

I was still in shape. As I admired my white hair, at neck height, I  smiled satisfied with my youthful appearance, in spite of it. It had been a decision to take them on, and I felt good without disguises. I was tanned, which gave me a healthy and colorful tone, highlighting my green eyes, still shiny, the result of daily walks and swimming in the sea. True, I was wearing glasses, but as an insatiable reader, I had chosen a modern and beautiful model. Neither thin, nor fat, neither tall nor short, I saw a balance in my physical body. Care with food, yes, but without fanaticism. Once in a while an attack on sweets. I tried to wear clothes that favored what was still attractive, I thought happily, vain, but with the simplicity and good taste that never abandoned me. No longer  with the intention of winning compliments, but because I felt good, victorious when I looked in the mirror. My body had a lot to tell, and its marks were almost a matter of pride. I say almost because sometimes I missed the agility of my youth, and the energy that moved my days back and forth, taking my children to their activities, solving things on the street, without getting tired. Today I enjoyed more the calm, selecting contacts and movements outside the house. It hadn't been easy to get here, but I had created my lifestyle. I liked it. It included meditation, reading, studying, friends, some appointments as an experienced therapist who tries to keep an open mind, a little volunteer work, hobbies like music, movies, reading, coloring mandalas, changing the decoration of the house  and the position of furniture when that panorama tired me. And an insistent energy to create something new, because idleness never did my  head in. The journey had been long, often tiring, but I had never given up on being consistent with my feelings. I paid the price for my choices, and I owed nothing to anyone. My house was the way I wanted it, harmonic, creative,  comfortable, close to the beach.

I had my witch's corner, as I like to call it, the space where I meditate, talk to my guides and nature, dialogue with spiritual friends, and say intentional prayers. Whenever I get confused, I light my incense sticks, and transport myself to a space without definitions, there trying to connect with the quantum field, where all possibilities exist. I had managed to get out of the confusion of the big cities, and found a place where silence and the joy of seeing people balanced each other. Friends, clients, an environment where I knew and talked to people on the street, I had found Porto dos Amores a place to live.

Although I have had my love relationships, I have learned to live alone. Many stories, some sad and badly ended as part of life, eventual nostalgia of those who lived in times of great joy. Far from children and grandchildren, but I felt open to new possibilities, should they arise. Or better yet, if I created them.

Yes, I thought about the possibility of a project. Something that would overcome the routine, awaken the unknown a little more, and be useful to others as well. I was always researching, falling in love with intelligent and creative authors, but what else could I invent? Mysterious subjects always attracted me, an immense curiosity about psychism, mind, soul, these things. Where to start a new adventure?

I closed my eyes and the little voice inside my intuition began to nudge me: who knows if the memory contains anything new? Together with the photos and what can be perceived in them, it will eventually create new optics, different meanings, and maybe help other people with their new perspectives. This little voice of intuition had already gotten me out of a jam. It woke me up. Throughout these years, I have always been a seeker. I read, studied, and practiced  several schools of thought in psychology, from several spiritualist groups; I became enchanted with florals, tarot, dreams, mediumship, and the unfolding phenomena. I didn't hesitate to venture  into difficult paths, trying to grasp the vision of the whole of which we are a part, planes, dimensions, vibrations, access bridges... and how to transform linear, comfortable thinking.

Dangerous illusions? Prepotency? At this point of the championship would I still know how to behave in this space,  with other creations? The wise men say that when the disciple is ready the master appears. Which master would this be? Probably the wider consciousness, taking responsibility for its own stories, awakening psychic abilities in the realm of unpredictable communications.  Assumptions. There is a lot of talk about self-knowledge, inner reform, movements that give a little of the impression of insanity, because it is all different from the dominant rules. Yes, I would know how to distinguish the insane, suddenly releasing a little of this seriousness, happy, without the fear of the  new, and discipline could even lose its sense of obligation. It would be wonderful to have a guide by my side to evaluate these perceptions of mine and give new interpretations to everything. After all, maturity should be my treasure trove, a chest full of experiences. But I wouldn't want to rummage through it alone. Maybe, by detecting parts contaminated by the past, by the patterns, I could create another direction: only the necessary, priorities.

Tired of thinking so much, I went to the beach. Looking at the sea always brought me peace, and that was what I needed at this moment. I remembered a story about a man who didn't know where he had left his