rituals, movement. ____ the thoughts must incarnate in the actions. Sometimes it does not come. Keep moving is good, but... so anyway. Sunbathing, and certain athletic exercising, will bestow power. But in this corrupted world, none of its corruptions corrected, I feel like I strategize in vain. Nonetheless I work. Knowledge and awareness is tantamount and none of the idiots doing misdeed in groups take note of it. I cannot build the group, much as I need to. Knowledge and awareness is heavy lifting, is penance, is the lash. It is an angelic struggle. A balance of the interwoven necessities and works. Ok, so I'm making indexes or lists. Of folder systems, that have to be transcribed before being computer-sorted. Then, other categories can be made of them. This is necessary for some tasks. Bookmarks, File Folders, Music playlists. Well, I have done these many things before. It's just, from time to time, like right now, I have difficulty attending to Everyyyyything but I do get a lot done. Love scenes of cheaters, shameless mongrels, and you can never be sure of what's hidden. What new disappointment will come out. But it really pares up with the other Signs and measures, oh f**#% tare generation. Their lusts and group sin...
and I create and work wonders. I meditate deeply on the prognosis of something beyond words.
Many others are different and profane many practices. In vain, they are stained by their lack of form integrity, their nonpractice and ungrasp of virtue and philosophy. The visionary breast that births prosperity and knowledge, is not attended to.
how to work my works... wield my shakti and not be corrupted as they are. From time to time, I see the fair and needed balance. In a time of carelessness, greed, lust and liars, a Good man must be vigilant.
I've some issue with my car that prevents me from taking country drives. Besides, I'm lazy and I've already done it. But it beseeches me to perhaps, reconnect with, certain thoughts, life art and investments meet possibility. Ha, it gives me hope to drive around in ... the undeveloped land which I alone seem to have a visionary feeling of. Hope, against the otherwise ugliness of my midwest peers. The interchange of greed and lust and corruption and unvirtue, I have seen it over my middle school, hs and college years. I sense it, in the light. So... getting out and driving and seeing some country air and bodacious stuff would give me a mega puff of power and rebalance the prognosis. Yah... sigh.
Traveling vagabonds and filthy cheaters. How to separate one from the other. Truly there is a spirit of travel that is good and innocent. I was inculcated early.
Sigh. I have done many works and had many stories, it is good for my wisdom but in the liars pecking order of fake accomplishments, in the chaos and confusion and muddle of our society and its social scenes, it has no credit.
thoughts, it's good to be thinking. The Vitamix is the greatest kitchen invention of our times.
the song remains quite the same. These tools I muster and summon, that must be used together, which I can't really manage, well, they are great and to be happy and hearty about. Strangely, I'm not. The upswing of my mojo, met by the frustration of ... so much more possible, and the road, frustrated.
I was hoping to have a treatise cover these things so I wouldn't have to re-lament day after day, rediscovering the wheel and the entire field. Probably that will just come about slowly out of ... practice and immersion, pictures and text. When really I need it for myself now.
Heartache and whoredom is plentiful.