The friends who are not friends, rather scammers or other uninteresting control freak weirdos, seem to to be dwindling in mass if not application of bullcorn. This is a good sigh (and sign). Yet, a whack job sent me an outreach on #Messenger that extols to accept his madness. The grammatical articulation is lame and lacking let alone the inside out logic of his assumptions. There are millions of lonely people seeking attention, recognition, and strokes (of any style), eh? Or, what a wise man #Egyptian i know says, “they are looking for a love story.”
In the real world, I work with facts, confirmed, and vetted. In my #creative neo-writing semi-pursuits i work along side #imagination but even this waning awareness stems from life experiences, enhanced, disclosed, leaked, and tweaked.
#Intuition and the general vibe of what to do next are not fixed quotients of #metaphysics. We each find our holy holed filed path depending on a showy treasure chest or buried trash heap of considerations. Ya know, stuff we drag around looking for the #Kahuna of emotive dumps or obsessively pushcart into every touchy circumstance when our hearts are bruised and are spirits delicate. I am for unloading the dysfunctional hollow crude and insuring the thickness of integration. I feel a similar way about rotten people who are users, abusers, too narcissistic, and basically a double drag (not as in queen). Let my people go, then has an adjunct meaning.
Luminosity of the brave #soul is no easy pickins’ and its guarded recipe is not written as a prologue to Moses’s burning bush tablets. My rickety world view is to firmly see we are ALL chosen, including every single hearty living or losing its luster entity in the universe.
Human beings trek along believing they are the utmost special prana consumers in the cosmos. I am unsure why this concentrated species-wide insecurity is afoot. Could be because we are basically bipeds with enervated senses driven by a large two part brain along with a powerful system induced body that is certainly a miracle. The adage you are what you eat has never been more pertinent as we continue to shit in our one nest and forget we are one. Although, there are many who mouth the words of #wholism, it is a disdained unnatural act according to the power lobbyists of gutty greed and wobbly wanabees.
When you blast out the old year and ring in the new, may you take a moment to look around your environs and consider the ramifications of how silly it is we are the only beings on the planet celebrating this passage. All other breathing or inanimate life forms are totally oblivious to our relentlessness to mark time passing and time futuristic with ritualized celebrations.
“For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted; a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing . . .” Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
I do believe this is the first time i offered a #Biblical quote, publicly.