Category: Stream of Thought

Ignorance is not bliss.

But knowing the truth is not always better.

“Wait for iiiiiit…”

What use are any of my efforts?

It isn’t Empty Nest Syndrome, although to others, it might seem like it.

Rather, I’m fighting to overcome many incidents reinforcing self suppression in exchange for survival.

I have been listening for my soul’s inspiration to answer my call.

I can barely hear it at all.

I have hit a wall that I am trying to scale or go around.

Much change has already happened and it is disorienting.

My track has been disrupted.

I guess I am at a new beginning.

But, it feels like I am just again trying to pick up scattered pieces.

I am trying to “integrate,” but I do not trust the process.

What is causing me to feel unloved and uncherished – when clearly, I am being provided for?

I was funneled toward and slipped into the roles too easily.

Not the same kind of dream as tout-publicized, but one that I still find is worthy.

A self-propagating internal sludge difficult to counteract once takes hold – for it builds its case upon projected “if-only’s” that may or may not have any basis in “reality.”

Deep inside, I became resentful.

Positive Assessments vs. Negative Conclusions

Creating original works and taking what already exists to new levels.

In reviewing her story, we find the heroine is struggling.

I seek, yet nothing appeals to rekindle the spark within me.

It’s interesting speaking with some of the younger generations where we share similar interests and the only difference between us is that I’ve just been alive longer.

Is humanity ready to evolve?

I am not interested in imposing my will upon others, just in stating my point of view as my own.

The experience can make a person later feel uncomfortable when they gather their energy’s focus to reach for more.

The lyrics being sung to a beat-based guitar, strumming as I exited the pub after a creatives’ group meeting.

Yep, that about sums it up – and I have always tried to deliver.

“Living as I speak.”

It’s just that my oomph fizzled out once I got stuck in enforced stagnation.

Cut off from the types of elements and people who inspire me.

I really can’t recommend this to anyone – except as a short-term measure or intervention.

Now I’m struggling to kick off the crust from my previously established persona as I keep striving for fairer weather.

From blue dragon to black wolf.

Aroooo!

Doctors say at least 3 months, but I better start now if I hope to meet that.

We got to rest up, had a good show, friends visited and hugged, and we acquired more minerals!

I have been having a snip of “bad attitude.”

I feel a sense of disillusionment which seems too all-pervading.

Maybe it is just from the physical setbacks of the accident.

But it is also something that’s accumulated in my over fifty years of living.

I am bored.

Restless.

Not much is inspiring me in the common day interactions with other people and community.

I make the most of tiny opportunities.

But it’s like I have done all of this before.

I try to be comforted by the reemergence of familiar social patterns now welcoming me in this new land.

There is water, lush greenery, and an almost willfully-ignorant innocence abounding.

Not everything has yet been corrupted and tainted – which seems opposite to California’s demographics

There is hope here to create something endurant.

But I am disoriented and the space around me feels “empty” – as if who or what I need to add to and/or accompany me is not actually here.

I guess I still feel as if something essential is missing.

Like a lifemate or greater purpose to be pursuing.

Maybe I somehow carry the seeds of its fruition inside of me.

Meanwhile, absence of its embodiment has me in a fowl mood.

I’ve begun growl-chuffing.

https://myodfw.com/wildlife-viewing/species/snakes

When I was younger, I would “just roll with it.”

I’d pick up the slack “for the good of others,” even though “robbed” of the supports I was promised.

But I just don’t have that kind of patience nor energy to spare for such sacrifices anymore.

For my having to put more effort toward something than I should while recovering – only to have other people not pull their weight and, in fact, add more stress and pressure to it – is not something that I want to invest in further.

They tell me to take it easy – and believe me, I am careful to stay within my limitations’ parameters.

But because I test and push the thresholds, there are levels they’d be surprised to know where I’m progressing.

It turns out that the hybrid rental vehicle also has a sun roof. I had not remembered to use it!

There were dozens of wild, young kittens that I had to gather and save. All of them purring and happy, and a momma cat or two to accompany.

One can choose to explode in frustration and be productive – or explode and not be productive!

Undervalued.

So far, it’s been for holding – and then regaining – ground. Advancements are transitive and relative.

I have supported in relationships through harsh challenges.

But as soon as I needed in return, I was spurned.

I am looking for symbiotic – not parasitic.

Movie Sinbad And The Eye Of The Tiger

When we moved to “the mountain,” we found ourselves feeling stranded, cut off from our usual activities, and stark-isolated.

Soon after, the rest of the world seemed to join us due to enforcements through the Pandemic.

I had worried that society would outpace us – but instead it slowed, which allowed us to catch up to bridge again with it.

I gotta have my Sash Sass.

I am not sure exactly what it is that you truly need.

But I know you value real friends more than sycophants.

According to Rūmī’s philosophy, life should be a journey to union with the one true God, which is achieved by practicing love—by disregarding oneself as an independent being and turning toward the truth of God’s oneness.

https://www.britannica.com/question/What-is-Rumis-philosophy#:~:text=According%20to%20R%C5%ABm%C4%AB’s%20philosophy%2C%20life,the%20truth%20of%20God’s%20oneness.

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If this is so, then what is the point of “free will?”

Is this life then just a game where the only winning answer is “submission?”

Then why promise “self determination?”

Life blows have a way of knocking a person down – and then down, again.

I know that the trick to survival is overcoming “the damage” and getting up again.

But I am struggling with “what this all means” to my courses of action.

And my confidence bubble is flacid!

I had another dream where I asked again, and this time, I was permitted to begin demonstrating.

Of course, like in any sleeping dream, other factors vied and distracted for attention.

I was unable to impart complete understanding.

“The meaning of angel number 1133 is full of positive energy, good omens, and lashings of luck. This sequence can show up when your guardian angels want to let you know that exciting opportunities are heading your way. Seeing this number is a divine sign that a promising future sits ahead.”

https://www.ryanhart.org/number-1133-meaning/#:~:text=Angel%20number%201133%20is%20a%20message%20from%20God%20that%20He,Your%20decisions%20are%20His%20decisions.

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(“Lashings” of good luck? Sounds about like what I have been experiencing!)

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“Holy innoculation” vs. “demonic” parasitism…

Either way, religious “lessons” entreat that humans cannot defend ourselves from “evil manipulations” or “invasion” unless we ask “Holy Spirit” to “come into us.”

I prefer more of an external partnership “join-up,” rather than inhabitance.

” Free Will” and “all that!”

I need to champion my own purpose.

fas·ci·cle

/ˈfasək(ə)l/

noun

plural noun: fascicles

1. 1.a separately published installment of a book or other printed work.
2. 2.ANATOMY•BIOLOGYa bundle of structures, such as nerve or muscle fibers or conducting vessels in plants.

Oxford dictionary

(They are speaking my creative language!)

It is interesting that the first two weeks, though I have known of injuries, have been more about the body procdssing shock and sorting it out.

Now, apparently, come the next phases of difficulty in resultant restrictions and pain when attempting locomotion.

I knew I was hurt worse than the emergency room staff had inspected in their haste to tend to others who had “obvious” emergencies that they could easily see and quantify.

When I walked and gravity pulled downward through my spine, there was laxity where once tensile elasticity had quardened off stacked groups of my vertebrae to carry their own proportional “weight” by absorbing and transferring movement pressure individually.

Mostly, I realized there was now too much sliding and grind-pinching in my lumbar-thoracic region – whereas the sudden light-headedness and nausea were not just from shock and swelling’s inflammation, but from my primal brain recognizing nerves were in danger!

Acknowleging the precariousness of my situation and lack of delving further interests from “those who should know” right after leaving the ER, I dug out my old black back brace and, as in the past, strapped it around my hips.

This pulled my core’s base in tighter to provide a more stable platform for my spine to perch upon in its wobblyness, as well as separated issues so that when I lifted legs forward and pushed through to back, this did not keep pulling the anterior right side of my spine into further injury..

For the impact had knocked out my back’s ability to reactivate its stabilizers, and the warning signals blaring through my nervous system had told me that disks were at risk from vertebrae suddenly sliding beyond normal range of motion.

By the time I arrived to my orthopedic sports specialist appointment two weeks later, the doctor was surprised to find that my alignment was not as bad as was usually expected.

From the day after the accident, with the aid of my brace, I had begun to gently and precisely focus upon reactivating those central core connections and had worked to bridge across disconnected synapses to begin restoring essential intracellular communication.

Still, he cautioned me that it takes at least 8-12 weeks for tendons and ligaments to begin restrengthening and retightening.

Need heroes, too.

How different this would all be if we just dialed back the time machine.

I would have few rights as a woman, and cruelty would still be dominating.

https://www.trulyveniceapartments.com/blog/arts-and-music-related-news/the-regata-storica