Sometimes, I stare blankly at this li'l, white, blog page and wonder, "What the hell am I going to write about today?"
Other times, I have such pressing news about vomiting cats or silliness of the Papirazzi, that I feel I have to write it the night before and do my edit check in the morning.
Today is the, "What the hell am I going to write about today?" kinda day, which to me, is a good thing.
What that means to me, is there is no pain going on emotionally for me right now. Perhaps I'm feeling some peace?
I won't bore you with the physical pain. I'm sure you all know I could go on about my bitch of a back until we all die in 5 days.
I'm kinda excited to see the 'end of the world' on Dec. 21st.
While others may think we're going to implode, I'm actually thinking it's like the deck of tarot cards.
The death card is something people are afraid of, but it's not something to fear.
Death of one thing means birth of another.
What if all of a sudden, there was the birth of peace on earth? Wouldn't that be a mindfuck? We wouldn't know what the hell to do with that.
With my new found spirit friends, I actually ask them for this.
Peace on earth.
No massacres.
No wars.
No predators harming children and women.
No gangs.
Well, that gang one could be tamed a little if our fucking Prime Minister would get on the marijuana legalization train.
There would be less for those morons to fight about if people could freely get their peace pipes puffin' without the hassle of getting their goods from a dude named 'Spider' down on the corner.
Anyway, back to death.
I'm so not afraid of death, it's life that scares me. If I'm here living, I want to feel like I've left behind something before I pop off.
I need to feel like I've made a change somewhere, somehow, to something or someone.
I need purpose. I mean seriously, I didn't survive that motorcycle accident for nothing.
I'm here for something.
Every day since the Soul Activation happened Tuesday, I feel like I'm ready to find out my purpose.
I have so many ideas of how to help people, animals and the planet, that I think my mind is a bit obsessed and overwhelmed with all the options there are out there.
For myself, I need to feel what it was like before I got hit. I have a yearning to be able to play my instruments for more than the half hour to hour I can do currently, before the pain sets in and I'm back to lying out flat asking, "What's my fucking purpose?"
Playing my instruments is my only version of meditation. I'm taken somewhere that doesn't exist on this luminous body we call earth.
The Countdown to when I get to experience life without pain killers and without the exhaustion of pain is dwindling. Day by day I'm closer to feeling my meditation again.
I'm feeling the pull of my next door opening. It's as if it was a suction of air that drags me out of the plane door at 19,000 feet above the earth's crust, only in slow motion.
Yet first, we have to get through Dec. 21st and our new beginning.
If you could think about the new beginning for you, what would it be? You know that you can choose whatever you want and make it happen, right?
I can't wait to see mine come to light, whatever it may be.
Well, I suppose I figured out what I was going to write about, and somehow, I still don't know the answer to my own question.
Other times, I have such pressing news about vomiting cats or silliness of the Papirazzi, that I feel I have to write it the night before and do my edit check in the morning.
Today is the, "What the hell am I going to write about today?" kinda day, which to me, is a good thing.
What that means to me, is there is no pain going on emotionally for me right now. Perhaps I'm feeling some peace?
I won't bore you with the physical pain. I'm sure you all know I could go on about my bitch of a back until we all die in 5 days.
I'm kinda excited to see the 'end of the world' on Dec. 21st.
While others may think we're going to implode, I'm actually thinking it's like the deck of tarot cards.
The death card is something people are afraid of, but it's not something to fear.
Death of one thing means birth of another.
What if all of a sudden, there was the birth of peace on earth? Wouldn't that be a mindfuck? We wouldn't know what the hell to do with that.
With my new found spirit friends, I actually ask them for this.
Peace on earth.
No massacres.
No wars.
No predators harming children and women.
No gangs.
Well, that gang one could be tamed a little if our fucking Prime Minister would get on the marijuana legalization train.
There would be less for those morons to fight about if people could freely get their peace pipes puffin' without the hassle of getting their goods from a dude named 'Spider' down on the corner.
Anyway, back to death.
I'm so not afraid of death, it's life that scares me. If I'm here living, I want to feel like I've left behind something before I pop off.
I need to feel like I've made a change somewhere, somehow, to something or someone.
I need purpose. I mean seriously, I didn't survive that motorcycle accident for nothing.
I'm here for something.
Every day since the Soul Activation happened Tuesday, I feel like I'm ready to find out my purpose.
I have so many ideas of how to help people, animals and the planet, that I think my mind is a bit obsessed and overwhelmed with all the options there are out there.
For myself, I need to feel what it was like before I got hit. I have a yearning to be able to play my instruments for more than the half hour to hour I can do currently, before the pain sets in and I'm back to lying out flat asking, "What's my fucking purpose?"
Playing my instruments is my only version of meditation. I'm taken somewhere that doesn't exist on this luminous body we call earth.
The Countdown to when I get to experience life without pain killers and without the exhaustion of pain is dwindling. Day by day I'm closer to feeling my meditation again.
I'm feeling the pull of my next door opening. It's as if it was a suction of air that drags me out of the plane door at 19,000 feet above the earth's crust, only in slow motion.
Yet first, we have to get through Dec. 21st and our new beginning.
If you could think about the new beginning for you, what would it be? You know that you can choose whatever you want and make it happen, right?
I can't wait to see mine come to light, whatever it may be.
Well, I suppose I figured out what I was going to write about, and somehow, I still don't know the answer to my own question.
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I want to be a starfish !
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