I DID return yesterday afternoon to the BMV, bearing needed docs (social security card and two recent pieces of mail addressed to me) and successfully obtained my non-compliant driver’s license (it arrives in two weeks). But not without experiencing more Saturn/Neptune confusion.
It turns out that the second clerk disagreed with the first one. Said that the extra docs were not needed. Just the passport would do. I was flabbergasted. Told her about the confusion I was experiencing both there and on-line. She agreed that it is confusing on-line, but said that anyone currently in possession of a driver’s license that wasn’t a REAL ID, didn’t have to bring any docs proving who they were, except for passport (which will function to get me through airport security). But that those who came from elsewhere, and those who had REAL ID licenses now, would have to get REAL IDs again when their current licenses expire.
My son Colin, when he got his license, discovered it was a REAL ID only later. Nobody had said anything to him about it; that was some time ago. Not nearly as many people were awake to this matter until recently.
But: I asked the second clerk if lots of people had been coming in, insisting on a non-compliant ID. No. Oh. So it appears that many people here are still unaware of this situation.
Sitting there, waiting my turn (this time it took about an hour), I couldn’t help but notice how most people who came up to see the clerks seemed to be either extremely slowed by age, and/or decidedly disabled in some way. My heart went out especially to one middle-aged man who, with two canes, hobbled his way up on his ankles, both feet splaying out. With every step, I noticed his extreme concentration.
I told my observations to paralyzed, nerve-damaged son Colin (see colincudmorehealing) and he wondered, instantly, do you think it’s because they were vaxxed?
That brought up the subject of the Trump administration and what is or is not going on now re Trump’s apparent partnering with Pfizer, and RFK Jr. standing just behind him. I’m learning to just put up my hands, and say, I don’t have any idea what’s really happening in that larger world. All I can do is pay attention, each and every day, to what’s happening here, locally, in my own body and mind and soul; and the more or less conscious, heart-centered and empathic ways I can and do resonate with others, so many of whom seem to be either numb, or obviously suffering.
