Thursday, March 17, 2011

Moving Searching for a Home

I have been visiting new homes to move into. I do not know what specifically I’m looking for. I go into a home, I do not feel right and I leave. I know what I do not like. At my current home; I am not able to stay anymore! I got to move on; but from what? I do not want to move, but, I have to. And I have to go out and find a new place. That is - in my mind I must move somewhere else. I must make my own life.    

I am trying out a new way of being. The way I have been thinking will no longer work for me. A house represents shelter, safety. The thoughts that provided shelter for me are no longer useful. I got to move from them. It’s ok. I can take my time and look for a nice home – a place where I can continue to shelter my thoughts.

I am looking for a new way of being. The Soul – Self does change. It matures. It must be grounded with its roots deeply and strongly gripped in the ground.
To create a good life know that we decide what it is we want. That’s why it is important to sit quietly and decide how we want our future to be. By sitting down and meditating, in our minds, we begin to visualize what we want. By practicing this – it gets eassier. You also create your opportunities with all of your possibilities. There are plenty. Go for the Diamond in mind. Take up a new challenge that will realy challenge your mind.  Believe – have great belief that you deserve better. You do deserve better and set the mind free! Free from shame, fear, doubt; free to explore the fertile mind.

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Underworld

I looked through a window.  The women I saw there are like rats of the underworld. Rebel gothic. They are dark. I do not think they really know what it is they want other than get high – do drugs and numb themselves to a pain they do not know how to cure. Punks – Zombie Rebels. The underworld life. Maybe all they want is to be loved and acepted for who they are from the group above them, even though they are so different. It is as if they are missing something. They are so hungry – literally hungry – but are not able to eat. Nothing in the world will ever fill them up.