it seems only too often i let the old program of “what am i doing with my life?” permeate my presence. i think it’s a malevolent, manipulative and entirely unnecessary quantification we drag along in our culture….
we’re busy. a lot of us are mad busy. a lot of us hide in busy to pretend to be on purpose, or to avoid actually pursuing it. doesn’t matter. this post is about slowing down….
i often feel quite in my element, and that i am on my mission, but, nearly as often, i get tripped up and frustrated in the practical things… like providing for myself and being able to pay the bills, so to free up my creative and conscious efforts, and get back to being a positive, uplifting, healing force in this world, at this time….
no book is complete. in fact, your imagination and belief structure is constantly filling in gaps and interpreting words and ideas, based on the perspective of one author (or council, agency, sect, special interest, or society), filtered and remade through your perception again….
you are god made flesh, participating in a strange, convoluted terrestrial game. there are forces about that utterly despise you for your freedom to choose. you can play any and all roles imaginable here – and likely already have….