Just breathing and letting whatever the moment is be the moment it is. Thoughts drift in and out. Can’t put it into words. Don’t want to want anymore. Nothing less ever felt more. All I know is that what’s being perceived will go on. If I can even say I know that.

Does the container shape itself so it can fit what it should/want? Or does the “water” mold the shape after it’s “will”? Choosing or remembering. I said I didn’t care if there was choice or just a path that was experienced and felt as “your own”. Feels like I’m in stasis. 1/2

Looking at anything and seeing the meaning you give it. You never saw it for what it was only you for what you were.

How can anything be scarce when everything came from nothing? There’s only abundance.

Lately I’ve felt as if when I become more aware so does “it”, and “it” seems to taunt or push or nudge.

Of course there’s a lot to be grateful for.

Nuance exists in “both sides” but only evil benefits from pushing it. Good only deny it since the truly good will strive for the greatest good they can see in their present being. It always floats up. Evil combats this in the naive being by redefining, gradually lowering you.

Ever feel like you decline one thing and then the entire matrix comes around to suck your dick?

Division division division . This isn’t the kind of fool maxxing we need.

Random insects and bugs taking their time sitting on a finger or shoulder. What am I doing to attract random little creatures?

Perhaps the Brits are finally getting ready to follow in the footsteps of their fellow Anglo-Saxons about 100 years later. Better late than never as they say.

Am I being taunted or is my influence displaying itself to me to entice me?