Day 816: The Art of Falling (While Standing Up)

Ever so gracefully we stand conflicted and twisted, indicative to the things we miss, then miss our next step on the way down, holding on to a thought as the handrail to a fall, attempting to stand tall while doing so, explicit in nature it takes an Art form to do, that cataracts our eyes unable to see straight, where on the way down a million thoughts going through our mind, in hopes that the stumbling block don’t fall on top of me, the policy we use is to grab on to something, that’s a drag down affect to not go down alone, then hit rock bottom and lay there for a while, waiting for a helping hand of sympathy to validate my stay.

Checked in to the idea of powerlessness, the hopeless hotel hold us hostage at free will, that seal our fate with the grace of complacency, complaining about everything that got me too this point, and anyone who had a hand in this masterful fall, is a point blank stare from seeing the blame as being my own, where the community down here is closed knit and full of gossip, about the things we all had before we started to fall. In spite of one another we’ll keep each other from seeing what it really means to stand back up, but if the fall was full of grace, we would realize the consequences and what caused us to fall down in the first place.

Miss takes is a gift, if lived as a gift, it uplifts us from taking the fall down so hard, where the bracing for impact becomes a tracing back, to the root cause that cushions the fall we’re on, capitalizing on the in between moments is a component of taking the best of what we learned from the moments before hand, that allows us to see our way back up to eventually correcting our stance, It’s not to say or even validate “hey go make a mistake”, because if it’s purposefully done the gift won’t come, which make this mistake a waste.

A hilarious occurrence that’s not really hilarious, is clipping the next step short, where for some reason it’s funny like a crash test dummy, to step into someone’s way, a tremendous shock to the system in plot of jealousy coming our way, where in some cases it amazes the perpetuators stance when getting punched dead in the face, as a wake up call to how us humans interact in such derogatory ways, towards each other because we fall so much, want to see others do the same, it’s a shame and a downgrade of our human beingness to experience a fall in this way, then laugh at our shortcomings, that cuts our life short, thinking life is just a game (When it’s not).

Being pushed to the brink of collapse is a mishap we often find ourselves in, where getting on our nerves is a curve ball of the mind that in time becomes a bit absurd, meaning absent from self, redirected into reaction, that’s a showing of how we’re not in control, then lose our balance and start wigging out, as our legs begin to bend and fold. Not always their fault, we’re so well versed in doing this on our own, where the overwhelming factor is created in our mind, that everything is always wrong.

The family dynamic where the kids don’t listen and my partner do anything they want, that’s a drain on me because I cook and clean and make sure they have what they need, then the breakdown happens in a sub-sequential fashion and find myself down on my knees, until I realize, this is the life that I chose, that’s not always a rose, but how can I make it the best for me, then get back up after a long time coming and take responsibility, by way of making sure that before the next fall, I covered all angles that I see, in bringing things back to self to correct then fall ever so gracefully, and if that’s the case I know the steps to take that would elevator my ascend, in the sense of sending a message to self that I’m correcting the state I’m in. And so;

I forgive myself that I haven’t accepted and allowed myself to consider the art of falling to be a point of support in my life, where in every fall there’s a lesson to be learn that really takes place, before and during the brink of collapse, where if I were to slow myself down in watching things accumulate, I would see the consequences coming, and so when the fall happens as the outflowed consequence to what I accumulated through my reactions, I would already know the way back up and correction it takes to remain standing when faced with the same life lesson again, Therefore;

That would then make the redefinition of the word FALL/FALLING = a Forecast in Awareness, a Life Lesson. Simply seeing it coming. The Art of Falling.

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Day 815: Tell ‘Tale Signs (Self-Correction)

The veil that keeps us away from responding to one’s own infractions through indirectly pointing out what others are going through, in an orderly fashion, not by way of attacking, but to get a reaction from the one we’re telling, where a wowing moment is recreated and repeated for others to feel defeated and depleted for a moment, then stated ‘you took my breath away’, and that’s unbelievable’, then leave the conversation incomplete because I failed to keep the conversation on me. So, the question is can one be trusted to see discretely and at the same time keep our interactions all about us, as the person in front of you.

Vulnerability is the key to correcting any point, first and foremost, it take a real human being to expose oneself then let it go, and go on with ones life living the correction, and introspect anything that’s coming up before hand, to not place oneself in the same position again, and that’s what you call living responsibly and confidently correcting each part of me, that I see needs work and work my process, in process of anything that I need to work on, therefore;

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to follow a pattern of not seeing/realizing the tell ‘tale signs, as the vail that covers up my own infraction, to in a way put on blast what someone else is going through, when any conversation I’m in should be all about me and the other person, and that’s it.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to think that it’s valid to use others as a conversation piece that has nothing to do with me, where if it did, one should still just talk about one’s own part within it, to not fall for/into the trap of gossip.

I forgive myself that I haven’t accepted and allowed myself to realize how gossip is so subtly crafted with a fine line that borders, all about me verses all about them – that it’s fairly easy to step over the line, if one is not careful, that takes my undivided attention when conversing with others in my world.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to converse with others in my world at times, where I’ve failed to keep the conversation ‘at home’ (per say) communicating only on that which I see in the moment with who I’m communicating with, but instead at the moment of silence, take that as an indication to continue the conversation about other occurrences, not about me, and/or in the sense of sharing my realizations about a topic.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to not see/realize, how it’s a tell ‘tale sign to others, when using others in conversations outside of being a practical example of how they’re standing or taking a stand in their own world, in their own life, that could support one’s own standing in one’s own world, to stand for/as one’s best self, instead of gravitating toward the conflict within things.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to be apt to gravitate towards the conflict of things with others in my world, about others in my world, and even so when all about me, instead of speaking on which way I’m processing to correct myself within this.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to not realize how by not following one’s own tell ‘tale signs, is a point of delaying one own process, the prolonging factor, that factors in added on consequences to be walked, when one’s plate is already full, that makes one full of s***.

I mean there you have it, a seeing, reacting and doing, that’s far fetched from doing when one thinks that one did nothing wrong, but with self-honesty, We know exactly what’s being done, by us to us, and have to be corrected, in which case, I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to wait this long to correct the point/pattern of using what others are going through to cover up my own infractions, no matter how small they may seem to others, I choose to stand in self-honestly with myself, for myself caring for the self I would like to be, And so, I commit myself to when and as I see such patterns coming up within and as me of telling, as a showing to myself, the coverups I exist as, I stop and breathe and the correct my stance in the moment, and with whom I’m with/interacting with, that way all my conversations is useful and fruitful and supportive to me, as well as the one I’m talking to. [All about Me].

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Day 814: The Reactionary Self (Subside)

Ever so subtly within the birth of a doubt, the claim ‘I doubt it’ births a movement of uncertainty, that flirts with the idea, “I must be right and they’re all wrong”, “you just wait and see”, “they’ll see it my way”, then sit back and wait, where in waiting through the waste of time nothing ever change, then react to one’s own unchanging perception that messes with the perspective we’re trying to get across, that gets lost in translation without knowing all the details, and swell up at anyone who on the opposite side.

Interesting how most reactions are not about self, but about someone else and what they’re going through, unless in belief that I’m not good enough, and so react by closing myself off to other, in other words self-pity is the theory in fact that attracts a reaction inverted towards self, and the sorrowful feeling that something’s wrong with me, is but a dreamscape of illusion that I let confuse me / the state I’m in with self-acceptance, instead of accepting and correcting my reactionary self, thinking it’s just the way I am, sensitive to my feeling, when the real point at hand is how I’m disconnecting from me.

Through reactions we slowly disconnect from self, in fact when slowly disconnecting from self, we start to feel pain and want to blame it on a condition, then take antibiotics to suppress our condition, that says it within the word itself, Anti-body; ‘against the body’ that makes one psychotic to not see clear, where fear as a reaction then to step in, that defines our relationship with becoming angry, and once we’re angry we become impatient, and want the whole world to see just how fake it is, (in essence), playing the part of being the reactionary self, while saying, “I’m just sticking to what I said”.

Two heads is better than one in the equation of 1+1 – equaling supporting one another to see a point, within a friendship or partnership alike, that might just change our reactionary self, but most of the time we want to be left alone and zone out on the energy we receive, which always end in a point of Dis-ease and unsatisfied with the way I reacted, in closed caption of the picture I was seeing, then project this picture via the reactionary self, towards others in our world we share ourselves with, that blinds us from seeing what the other is trying to share, as a point of support that they’ve been there to, where all we have to do is take heed to what they’re saying, instead of delaying the point of taking self-responsibility, that gives us the ability to act on change, instead of reinforcing the possession we’re in.

The point of compromise is so subtly crafted, where in the moment of doing something we fail to see the reaction, that veils the original promise one made to oneself, that this time I’ll get it right, then all else fails, because one chose not to listen to one’s own self, to just be patient and walk through the point, and come out on the other side having transcended the point, that takes fortitude to stand and become the point, that anoints oneself into a world of possibilities, to prominently reaching one’s utmost potential.

At the dimming of the brow, marks the confusion to what we see, that lays out perfectly a platform of reaction, that we place our emotions on and spread throughout our world, where anyone we come in contact with is subject to our delusion, and with a bruised Ego disregard the words we’re choosing, in spite of knowing exactly what we’re doing.

So the point to pursue when calming ones reactions, is to breathe through what you’re hearing, that starts before interacting, because there’s no use to fearing what has already happened, and if you’re seeing what could happen then go the other way, none less than correcting our way of perceiving things, that spawns the belief that this person is against me, that may not be the case, just a point of mistaken identity, unable to identify the reaction they’re in, and so we are.

In which case; I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to take things personally that’s most likely about someone else, where I become confused, unable to identify the reaction they’re in, that I then let spawn a reaction in me, interrupting the fortitude in which I stand, to take a trip down Ego lane, and find myself swerving into other people’s lanes, and crash head on into a point of conflict, instead of taking it as an indication/flag point when feeling my eyebrows dimming, that my reactionary self is starting it’s engine, in which case, I should take a step back, slow myself down and Breathe in and out to let this negative energy subside.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to think/perceive/believe that I’m right within a reaction and that everyone else is wrong, to just wait and see, then sit there waiting, and let my reaction get stronger because now I’m reacting to nothing ever changing.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to want others to see my point of view, within a reaction and become adamant about this squeezed together puzzle picture I put together in my mind, from bits and pieces of information I gather from different people in my world, to create this abstract conclusion, and stand by the blurriness of what I’m saying, until this whole idea just fade away, then have to go back and correct my stance, instead of standing in place in a uncomfortable position.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to not realize, everytime we react we place ourselves/myself in an uncomfortable position, that also hurt others to see, even if they’re aware of it or not, where the state we’re in dictates the situation we create/I create, that may affect others as much as it does me, because I choose to react inappropriately to something that’s not really about me/about us, but against my own self-interest and Ego.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed my self-interest and Ego to interrupt the calmness of my being, bypassing it straight into opening the door of our human nature, that’s not a pretty picture no matter how you look at it, in spite of life as the person before us we’re choosing to perpetuate the reactionary self towards. Therefore;

When and as I see myself feeling the urge to dim my eyebrows as a sign of confusion to what I’m seeing/hearing or reading, that don’t sit well with my self-interest and Ego, without first investigation what it is that I’m coming across and go into reaction to/towards others in my world about, I stop and breathe. I see/realize/understand that I am neglecting to respect the stance I committed myself to and that of others in my world, in their own world as me, in disregard of life itself, for a momentary boost of energy, that soon dies out just a quick as it came, then find myself having to live with the consequences of my reactions and ripples I created as infraction in my world, and so, I commit myself to be a participatory observer in awareness of every minute movement, in every moment that come up within and as me, to not let it get to the point of festering, growing to spilling out into my world, but from the first contact breathe and clear myself to be able to walk through the point and come out on the other side having corrected myself from embodying the reactionary self.

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Day 813: I’m Bored of You (Another Look)

Just a Perspective
When the smiles cease to exist and reality sets in, with burning cheek we try our best to hold on to this pose as long as we can, to cover up the truth of things, that I’m getting bored of you but don’t want to say it, that all the energy I put into our interaction was fake and have now come full circle, where it hurts to even look at the person that I was and all of the above is true in most relationships, that makes it easy to disconnect and move on to the next ‘One’, except when one is comfortable within this suppression, that lessens any chances of a real connection, accepting the point of agreeance to disagree and that fine with me, then spend the rest of your life with someone you don’t like, that might just give up before you do, and now you’re stuck thinking what did I do, and what’s wrong with them, will they ever change their mind, when all this time we’re the ‘One’ who got bored with them.

If it’s not a match best to detach, that saves you both time from getting attached to an Idea, a feeling and a horrible way of living, especially when the relationship was built off a touch, that I like the way they touch me and that’s enough, and the rest of the time spent chasing after that first touch, that for a short while covers up the bullshit we exist as, in the pulpit of addiction reading a book of complacency, placing me deeper into a congregation of doubt, then shout at each other about meaningless things, in bringing up the past of what you did to me, and after it’s all said and done makeup sex is the best, and rest easy in sorrow that I love you so much, then wake up, just to do it all over again, because I’ve spent this whole time being bored of you, instead of connecting with you.

When getting to know someone on a first name bases, best to test the relationship to see what they say, and I’m seeing it right now how this could create, the space and time needed to see if they stay, not in a deliberate way of pushing their buttons, but talk about something substantial to see what they’re made of, and maybe push the point a bit to see what they’re afraid of, because if we’re going to spend a time in our life with them, I want to make sure I’m having the time of my life with them, and give them the best that I have to offer, that’s offering nothing less than the best of me.

I’m getting bored of you, in the sense of monotony, I probably should stop worrying about what other think of me, and confidently stand up to take responsibility, for thinking others can bore a reaction out of me, when in fact I’m not allowing myself to see, just how much I’ve ignored the commonality I have with another when self-interest is pushed aside, and lie in vulnerability that we’re so much alike, without lying with an Ego that we’re so much alike, as a point of chatting the other person up for sex, then get to the orgasm and in retrospect, regret the way I’m feeling so depleted.

Communication is needed to supersedes the boredom, and more so to really get to know one another, that uncovers the surprise of getting to know oneself through the eyes of another more than just by myself, because for so long I’ve been by myself, instead of standing with self to see what I let pass by, then tell myself that the eyes don’t lie, when looking through the mind at what we chose, that goes hand and hand with what we oppose, and wonder why the hell do I get bored so quick.

When there’s no consideration for the one’s we pick, we wish that we could turn back the hands of time, just as fast as we say I changed my mind, and stand spineless to say I did this to me, and plead that the other person don’t figure you out, without letting you into their world in fact, to be a match of how quickly you both can get bored with one another, that smothers any chances of advancing ahead, and end up settling for a few night stands, that stands in the way of correcting our boredom, we hoard as an escape door when the mind is fed up, and full off the energy we feed to it.

But what about me when I need a fix, to fix the way I relate to others and create relationships that meaningful with others, along with myself that’s full of life, where the life we lead is fruitful in fact, and this right here is the correction for that;

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to not see/realize/understand how I perpetuate my own self-boredom onto others in my world after a rosy moment of interaction and want to stay within the pose of a smile, until my cheeks start hurting and reality sets in, where I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to binge off of boredom and bring others into it, because I’m not settled within the space that I stand, and so have become restless with self and the self of another, to think that I am bored of you, that smother any chances of getting to know them correctly.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to be bored with the idea of having a relationship, if it’s not based in the self-interest of how I feel, then enter into a relationship chasing after a feeling – that the way they touch me feel oh so good, not realizing the “Oh” is an ‘Ah ha” moment to see the pattern of desire to feeling ‘oh so good’, and the “So” is the disconnect of not regarding self, as a moment of saying ‘I don’t care’, and the “Good” is to ‘go do’ whatever I want, to the detriment of any relationship I find myself in, then become bored with the person after the feeling is gone, in the continuous repeat of the same old song. (So to speak).

The investigation begins when you get bored of being bored, and asking yourself, why can’t I find the right one, then use the introspection equation in looking at the word boredom, to see how one is boring oneself to death. Are you bored yet?

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Day 812: Doing it Hard vs Doing it Easy (The Flip Side)

The hard way of doing thing is wanting to take the easy route, that’s not really easy after it’s all said and done, then realize how easier thing could have went, if only I would have been patient when doing this and that, then take it pretty hard when we don’t do that, that attracts a reaction to what we didn’t do, and react to the way we chose to do things, when we should have taken this time to reflect on the correction.

Unless when investigating the hard way of things, verses the easy way of doing things that shows us the pattern, and flabbergast about it by way of being passive, until the fun in what we’ve done is taken away, I mean how long does it really take after realizing a mistakes, before the time comes when we do it again, and what do we do in the time in between, but to sit there wasting more time in between, like sitting there and waiting for the world to change, with a world wind of thoughts about changing me, but doing nothing about it, being set in our ways, and upset at the world for not changing quickly, it’s like each time we start from scratch we detach ourselves from the stand in which we’re trying to achieve, and plead to the universe to take care of me, because I’m doing everything that the system requires, then get tired because I’ve been thinking too much, and fuss about the thoughts going on in my mind, and get tripped up about how hard it is, when I’ve created this hardness for myself, that’s heart felt when laying it all out in front of me.

The point of being hard on oneself comes up a lot, that takes me back to a religious state of mind, but a fine line to walk – to not spiritualize my process or end up standing in a slouchy position, inferior to our process and position location, that places one back into the congregation of things, with a stench of being self-righteous that ‘I know a lot’, while looking up to others walking the same process, that should be seen as equals when walking the same process, and the gospel is to Not gossip about how someone else is walking, but to share what I got from how someone else is standing, and to not take it hard on myself when I wobble a bit, but accept the stabilizing factor of another’s support, and support myself to walk this way.

What I realize is in ease to breathe and move slow, that shows all point of how to take it easy, that’s pleasing to my ‘Self that I’m getting to know, that knows how to support my best in fact, where self-trust is the main factor in this equation, that equates each one getting to know one another, as the one selfless self that we all are, where thus far it’s been a process to get to this point, but to proceed in pointing out my flaws to me, along with my strengths, to take it easy, and be the point of solidified responsibility, and confidently step into the ever so changing me.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to polarize in comparison the difference between hard and easy, instead of seeing both as a point of support.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to play one against the other with negative energetic attachments to them, where I would let the news I get, affect me into taking things hard and excuse this as an un-expectancy, instead of realizing how I’ve place myself within a picture frame of this news in place of who or what the news was all about, and so react to the picture I see instead of taking this news unconditionally, without any emotional attachment, where at the same time, I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to become lazy and do nothing after getting some news, and excuse it to myself that I need to take it easy.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to after realizing the state I’m in, be hard on myself, instead of (in ease) breathing and slowing myself down, that also applies to being able to see how hard I make things for myself.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to make things hard for myself, by thinking (at times) the easy way is the way to go, which is in fact a rush job, instead of realizing patience goes a long way, to stop and breathe and take it easy.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to have defined taking it easy, as; not doing much/a point of laziness, without realizing how things have to first be in place, in order to really take it easy, that an initial push is required, to set things up, then after things are consistent, one ‘may’ take it easy, but not as a point of laziness.

And so on and so forth, specific to how hard and easy things are/we take things in our own lives, that there is a need for both, that works well without any emotional attachment, and so that’s how I see the taking and perpetuating the Hard and Easy, as I am a work in progress.

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Day 811: Taking it Hard vs Taking it Easy

The news we get triggers the pain we feel, as if the pain we feel is inflicted by contact, although know it’s not like that, we still feel the pain as if a piece of us will never be the same, the subject at hand is how hard we take it, that’s easy for us to hold the pain inside, and the subject at hand is how to take it easy, when realizing this pain is really on our side, but hold on to your trouser this is not a debunking, but a difference between reality and what we feel, where the reaction to what we feel is energy based, and the reality of things is what we’ve created, that doesn’t always mean what we’ve created is jaded, but have paved the way to what we experience in our world, and how we take it to our own demise that lies to us every time we feel or think we see something.

Attachments are like points of comfortability to someone, or something in our world we got from someone, or even becoming attached to an idea in our mind, that our mind present to us to circumvent out stance, that we then take hard, thinking I may have things wrong, then lose sleep over this pulsating realization, waiting for an answer we can obviously give ourselves, but want the world around us to hold our hand, and walk us through the same mind point again, as if I hadn’t just been down that road before, every time ending up in the same position, of missing the obvious in the solution being me, to again realizing how the mind complicates things, but want to complicate the relationship I have with others, just to validate the bullshit I got going on inside and hide behind the point of misinformation.

Within this, interesting the point of taking it easy, like I have the ability to direct myself, when I’ve been walking a certain way for so long, any extra additives could interrupt my flow, so best not to add these additive to my sharing, and dare myself to do something else, or else these additive will awaken my ego, and we all know how the ego likes to take it’s revenge, like “I’m a man and I can do what I want”, and if so, why want others to tell me what to do, when it’s easy for me to take a moment to look at what I’m saying, especially when alone and a long way from Self, while standing in the same body next to each other and rubbing shoulders with the inevitability of change.

We often times ask for the good news first, as if it’s a cushion for the bad news to coming, that won’t change the point of realizing the bad within self, that’s can be hard to swallow when it’s pointed out to me, being that the bad is a point of realizing the good, as a gift IF we stand and correct the bad, that encompasses the way in which we should walk, correcting our relationship with the news we get, that’s sometimes hard in unforeseen circumstances, that’s certainly not a walk in the park, like within the past year hearing that a few family members past, and not being able to go see them for the last time, or two significant others in your life needs special attention, it’s an good thing if you have sibling to be there for them, that a sigh of relief when the pressure starts to come, that comes at an moment’s notice during your down time, I mean if it wasn’t for the principles would I still be fine and how would I feel when getting this news, that’s critical as a need to stand still for something and as something and with those who stand as a point of support, but to support self-first to take things easy, and easily walk back into the Here and Now.

More to come…

Day 810: Let’s Talk Change (The Ongoing)

In walking in line with process, the topic came up of change, my experiences thereof, the lessons within, the rapid and sudden snap into, the nature thereof in fact, the connection between change and the process being walked at Desteni, and reference to it being the only constant in life. Enjoy!

Unforecastable that only can be lived, then seen through the eye on an on looker, that’s been present in one’s world/reality for quite some time, change shows the difference between the read of the previous page, and the chapter one is currently scanning through the reading of you, in the book of our own self-evolution, where in such cases the opposite is veered as a point of reverence, where one wants to revisit the person you were, and at time push the envelope to open you up with old suggestions and so question the space in which you stand, but if change in you is real and ever so prevalent, no such thing can happen.

In fact when standing on the precipice of change, the first step into the unknown, becomes comfortable and easy to do, being that for so long our range of acceptance has dwindled to the point of frustration, that we now realize to be a point of correction and so step with grace off the cliff face, expanding our array of reality by being the point of direction therein, so when change is mention best conceive it was in our awareness of doing.

A convoluted version of change happens to many that want to be ‘saved’, that’s exacerbated within the realm of religion, a real-mind job and sob to accept a feeling that never comes and sticks, but only send chills up your spine in line with the adrenaline rush you get when running away from a conflictual problem, that you don’t want to solve in hopes that it’ll just die away, then sing gospel songs in praising the lord after a prayer session, stating; “The things I used to do, I don’t do no more”, “The way I used to be, I don’t be no more”, lol, that’s not relevant, being that we then turn right back around and curse the next person out in our minds that pissed us off, which makes religion all about a presentation without living the presence of what’s being said.

But oddly enough as real change is upon me, this song came up and I had to laugh, because it’s now relevant to what I live, and looking back at what I thought I was living, turned out to be a point of abdicating my self-responsibility, by talking the talk, but walking away speechless, because there was nothing in my life to back up the words I was singing, and so would spring into this character everytime I went to church. So simply put, my definition of change that I learned (back then), was how good one could talk about it, and recite things that would excite the congregation into elation.

[Meanwhile into Adulthood] –

Incapsulated with addiction inflicts a willingness to do nothing, most of the time, when time was of the essence to get things done, as I have experienced to not even do the things that I liked, when lost within the train of thought, rolling down tracks of ignorance, ignoring the finer things that life have to offer blissfully, that didn’t always consist of money and/or material possessions, and learned a lesson the hard way, that life is a constant and will pass you by if you let it, then had a realization standing in the middle of a nightclub at 5am in the morning, that something had to give then left, and hadn’t went back since, with the same lostness intent (I had) of losing myself in the music, and proved it when cross referencing the point later on in life. And at that point right there, was my first step into the unknown of change.

I read what a friend wrote and I quote “There is no one who can’t change through the desteni process, just takes the time and dedication. Self-Forgiveness works”, that I give two thumbs up, being that before I discovered Desteni, my thumbs was always facing down toward myself, unsatisfied with the life I walked into and was living, and so with Desteni learned what it really mean to be forgiven, by way of forgiving oneself for one’s own acceptances and allowances, that allowed me to see, then realize and so walk into changing myself, where in adding corrections to what I was forgiving (and still do), simplified what it is that I am supposed to do, when and/or if such occurrences resurface again. Living the “When and as I see myself” statement, the take action part, and that part right there is the connection point with Self, one’s own Destiny and the process I’m walking Here with Desteni, of changing the world starting with changing myself, into birthing myself from the physical, out of the mind consciousness system and into Life, in fact. So, in fact ‘Yes’ the only thing constant, outside of Breathing in this life is Change. How do you experience it?

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