the timboucher experience

Debt Free Living In The New Depression Economy

I walked into Avenue Antiques, handing the girl at the counter the bag of hoodoo supplies which I’d just purchased from the New Age shop behind down where Sugar is almost. I like the lady there. We talk about things, I sometimes recommend products to carry. The bumper stickers on her car say things like, “I’m a witch, deal with it!”

Back at the antique shop, I ask the girl if they have bells, but of course she doesn’t know because nobody there takes any ownership over inventory - which seems ridiculous in what amounts to a specialty shop like that.

The girl behind the counter didn’t know, but suddenly as I’m walking up to look through the aisles, I hear a bell ringing, as if all on its own. I look over and there is a woman in blonde dreadlocks ringing a bell. She must have heard me ask the girl at the counter.

“Too expensive,” I told her. “But thanks!” We both smile.

A few moments later, another very glassy bell rings. I turn around to see it.

“Is the bell for a grandmother?” she queried.

“No,” I replied, not offering any details about what I intended to use it for (trance-work), but she seemed to almost already know anyway. But I didn’t hesitate to refine my social search terms, “I’m looking for something smaller, very metallic sounding, that isn’t too expensive. Ring if you find anything and I’ll come running.”

“I’ll sound the alarm,” she joked.

Meanwhile, I stalked through the store trying to *sound* like a bell, making small bell-like noises to myself, trying to raise my inner vibration to match the physical object and frequency which I’d like to instantiate into the World of Forms. Just as my eyes materialize on another white ceramic bell and my hands reach towards it, I hear the sound of a nice metal bell ringing off to my rear left. I head over, heeding the call.

“$17.50″ she tells me, “1967.” The date was engraved on the bell.

“Wow, that one’s really good! Closest so far. I’m not sure I have enough money though…”

“Maybe you’ll find twenty dollars on the floor,” she said.

“Wouldn’t be the first time…” I said cryptically, turning to walk away.

“Wait till one inspires you,” she said. “Don’t just settle for something.”

“I won’t,” I said as I turned to walk away. “Thank you.”