Do the Work

So much information around. Internet is like an extension of my brain. It sits inside a bigger Space called my Mind. Bytes and bits hurling through this Mind Space like rays and rays of infinite light falling on the atmosphere of my conscious awareness. Photonic, harmonic, tectonic, lots of ironics.

Yet I need to do the Work? Filtering, cleaning, circulating, orbiting. Copying the Earth as she rotates and spirals old energy into new spaces. I need to do the same. Shake my head. Find my heart.

Really this site is about my own search, discovering my own truths. It is not meant to be any thing special. A journey of one man’s life, a journalling of my own insights.

I must do the Work. Face the struggle of new growth. Daily growth. Shed old beliefs like old leaves falling from my own Tree of Life. Small changes 1% performed daily eventually make great transformations over time. Some of my thoughts are not new. I have written them down in my own handwriting many years ago. Sat there waiting to be regrown. I look at my fingernails as I type this. I look at them for couple seconds. No movement I can see but I only cut them three or four days ago yet that tiny whitish arc is already growing outwards. Soon to be darkened by the earth of daily life. At a cellular level, there is movement of cells building up the nail. Naturale or polished to reflect the person or the hand. When does the hand stop? Or my brain begin? Just because medicine shows me a picture of a brain in my head, does not stop me from imagining having brains inside my cells.

Complexities like this I enjoy. It is good training to take meaningless observations or questions that soon get judged and discarded with “ah that is just pointless, going around circles, what is your point, you are talking rubbish?”

Does your rubbish talk?

What?

One must do the Work. Turn the soil of hardened thought. Remove the habitual response. Till the cultural clod. Be grateful for the field of infinite fertility that we walk in. Yet be aware of the limitations of the Brain.  Myopia of the Senses. Your Garden of Eden is within.You must daily walk through it on the Way to Work.

 




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