…the unchaining of constriction and freedom to exemplify ‘prosper’ by one’s own merits and efforts and desire: to BE.
Ah, the wonders of the world at the current moment and what we all try to grasp as our very own attainment of ‘freedom’ amid such surroundings that seek to keep ‘freedom’ enslaved. Ah, the yoke of the master trying to account for what being a ‘master’ actually is. Even a jail only confines the physical, while the destination of doing penance for one’s own mental misgivings eventually releases the physical into the surroundings, and by want or need, gives power to a being to overcome the judgements of those whom would judge: have we not done our time and overcome the yoke of such time?
I would rather hire a man who has done wrong and knows its opposite, than hire a saint whom has little to compare himself to…for saintly-hood is bestowed by those who judge instead of the person them self…they try to do the best they can and any action toward martyrdom is a folly towards impressing an other when the uncertainty of one’s own demise might be on the horizon of the day instead of the destination of a life-span: one day does not a year make.
If you would judge a ‘sinner’ by the rock you throw at them, then the rock is a boomerang you have no grasp of, and it was let loose before you even picked it up and held it in your hand and weighed it and took it back over your shoulder and waited for the right moment to let it loose. It has already hit you in the back of your head and you can’t even see it sticking out and identifying you as ‘a problem’ to those whom are also looking about for something to judge against themselves…for you have laid out the lesson and now all can follow, and find you wanting as they also weigh the estimation of ‘correctness’ against ‘weighed and found wanting’.
I, personally, am a babe learning from my surroundings of what I am; what I can do; what you are; what you can do; and how we may interact. I can look in ‘this direction’ for the scenery I would prefer, and define a dump with nothing to offer me and turn this way and see a grand scenery full of wonder and excitement and things to play with. Where are you? In the dumps or in the green valleys and streams and Life all pervasive?
And now put yourself in my shoes…and take these words as your own…and see.
All you need do is face in a certain direction and delight in the extension of yourself as being blessed; just…and worthy of being you.
And I am sure my folly will set me downwards towards a greater solidification in ‘being’…sometimes we have to approach grandiosity in order to better understand a ‘grounded’ departure-point…I would rather face the creation of my own ‘fun house of mirrors’ to see my own projected reflections, than be cloaked in raiments of self-deceived creations knitted by my own hands into tapestries of clothing I put on at a whim…while always being the core such things are put upon.
And I do believe it is time for a beer. The River is cold…the ducks have migrated…my neighbour is silent…my birds have constructed a nest I formed for them and provided material to build it…and there are no more mice in my home. And what I eat tonight began as one thing a few nights ago and became something I set in the oven and reconstructed into something else. I had a taste yesterday…it is quite tasty.
So please…cut me off at the stalk of who I am…I need something else to grow from. My chameleon-clown has another place to go to and this character hurts for cutting down…it needs debating-material of why any of us should have the audacity to believe in who we are.
Did I ever tell you a definition of religion?
Belief in the self.
Ps: I love how we are mortal, we human beings, we. And I thank one person in particular who not only crosses the limits of brains but also branes. While I knew a certain language, it took a while to make sure I had a grasp of the language of ‘transmogrify’. No more graceless heart…a shot in the dark aimed right at my throat. I buried my horse which was hard to do: I am a Sagittarius-cusp-Capricorn, born on the solstice, and wonder at my duality twice over in being the only constellations of anthropomorphic signs on the ecliptic. Maybe it is my dearth on Earth…maybe being ‘whatever bloats your goat’ is the construction I will now swallow…maybe I might now pull my own head in. Maybe I will divest myself of ‘drew’…the backwards ‘werd’…and resurrect as ‘red now’. Ah, the fun of being forwards and backwards in my own world…and just in case, I did say I was crazy, didn’t I?
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