Category: Stream of Thought

She had tried with lesser men – the “only humans” – but had found to her chagrin that they did not measure anything near to what he represented.

The trouble with striving for perfection is that if you make the slightest of mistakes, it is too darn easy to feel completely awful for doing so.

I guess this is what they mean by being “all in.”

Perhaps it is overrated.

Maybe it’s that I give so much of myself during the day that I am so sensitive in the evening. My resilience capacity teeters.

She was an amazing woman who had developed herself holistically and had lifted her family from potential ruin into the status of “normalcy.”

Helping another person heal requires a type of active meditation, syncing with the state of their physical and mental-emotional well-being within muscles and seeking sources of tension while manually guiding related tissues to help unwind spiral torsion patterns that life and circumstances have entangled.

The process isn’t for others, it’s for me.

But if others benefit by it, this makes me more happy.

She was dreaming she walked along a bouldevard and then into a popular clothing outlet where all the classy, free-wheeling-due-to-having-excess-spending- cash females of varying ages were chattering while shopping.

She knew better than to look at the most current trends of cloth where high dollar was spent, but then the clothes shrank or had some other sooner-then-later flawing appear once one got attached and had imvested so much in them.

Arriving at the clearance racks, she sorted through the picked over remnants, commenting to herself how it was difficult to find a blouse that complimented her large bossom and did not make her look matronly.

There was a loose-fitting burnt-orange-hued strapped blouse – and then she found the prize, suddenly realizing that it is the combination of pieces that makes or breaks presentation of an outfit.

Slipping on the shorts covered artfully in beade-edged mirrors in such a way as to accent her curves and bring flashes of light with every movement, she squeeled with delight in finding a combo representation of her true identity.

I did not get my Sneech shirt, but now with these overstretched tank tops, I get the black Shmoooo!

The thing about dreams is that if you depend upon others to collaborate, they can gum up the whole works by not contributing and/or interfering.

But if you create something all on your own, you can define, set, and surpass the parameters.

Maybe there had always been just one that her heart had wanted.

Maybe that’s why she had left early and arrived, ahead of schedule.

Easier to watch from afar, than have her nose rubbed in it.

I am considering initially presenting my script in comic book form to allow the story to be more easily accessible – especially since tbe second part becomes so dramatic.

It is difficult being a conduit for intention when not all will can be my own.

I do not know why I fear that the money won’t be there.

Maybe because I have heard of the IRS holding onto other, larger business tax refunds

Maybe because we need it to bridge the gaps from holiday drops in income.

Maybe because I have experienced so many irrational circumstances that rational need seems like it would not be headed by anyone.

I obtained a mixed-media notepad and began storyboarding my script. Mostly blank pages for each scene with brief description at the bottom.

I kind of like it, actually, as it allows the reader to project their own visuals and senses.

It is a type of “interpretive art,” which is inclusive to all imaginations.

The last updates to my movie script were dated end of 2016 – until this evening.

It makes a person question any prior enthusiasm toward facing and taking on adventurous life challenges.

It is not fair as it strikes when life circumstances are at last getting better.

It makes a person feel too old to keep anything together.

With technology, we are each becoming more responsible for our own as we gain access to other perceptual worlds.

Conflict between what is and what is wanted by others around me creates so much stress that at this point. I just need to decrease the factors.

As far as the depths of loneliness, and beyond: that is the time to do the work of repairing the soul – until new love comes along.

Certain songs repeat their circulation into and out of my life as times shift and need ebs and flows.

I guess I am made up of only so many trendings, and/or the messaging comes back to me when I need the power they restore to me.

I could be with a man again, if I can overcome the damage while knowing he believes in me.

The two are a synergetic necessity.

I need to be able to trust a worthy man with my heart’s safe keeping.

I guess he will need to prove it to me by being willing to invest in me recovering and further growing.

It is easier to pursue something when you do not have it.

But once it is yours, it must be cherished through all seasons.

Visual translates to written on device – but not into immediately accessible verbal speech once sensors become bombarded by life’s interactive expanse.

It is difficult being rendered mute when my being comprehends such complexities more profoundly than the average person.

Clambering about on the mountainside for three years after previous accidents and work overuse zones on the body developed created extensive muscular cross-hatching adhesions onto bones and into surrounding structural support tissues.

Thus, when I had two seemingly simple falls where I caught myself by the right arm into shoulder, this resulted in too tightly wound fibers microtearing and strapping further into incorrect torsions, causing micro misalignments in the shoulder and hip carriage relationships.

The more I understand the therapy that I give to others, the more I understand how to unwrap my own tension.

What is it like to have only the view from an enchanted telescope that shows no worries, fears, nor tragedies?

This is not the reality.

Having an external environment that reflects the internal self can help lead to deeper healing.

It was the qujet of a quiet where the mind is allowed to expand itself again.

She tried to let it slowly unwind from its coiled intensity to reembrace its natural sensitivity.

It was hard at first to do this as her brain unleashed the charge it had been forced to carry.

I am focusing on courses to renew my license, connections that build my business, and skills that creatively interest.

Migraine neck-shoulder pain screams into one’s senses, sending the system into misinterpretations of fight-or-flight signal reactions.

My queen had called nicely earlier, but since I was busy doing something rarely for myself, she soon raised her voice to an imperious yowl.

When I heard her actually trying to change her vowels as if calling me name, I called back to her, “A-thee-na” – and she was quiet.

Then, she began calling again, so I repeated from a distance.

And then wolf began vocalizing and the hound followed after I asked my queen what she wanted.

The dogs wanted out to go potty.

After getting pushed around too much in the school yard by boys who didn’t know how to play nice, the little girl finally unleashed her anger and pushed one back real hard, so that he would remember her.

The force of a great love propelled by rebirth hit hard against the sealed fortress door, turning backward in its vexation to consume the sorceress within its rage.

When one of two or both tracks are exclusionary.

We come to this plane to find and experience love – for violence can only destroy, where love creates miracles.

When she finally encountered him in person, all she could do waa stop and blink.

I need a good one.

Walking it cuts feet and limb.

Discovering the possibilities, she had to fight internal instincts to not sell out her body.

You seek what you’ve been taught – what you can understand at the end of a long stand.

Attempting to bridge borders into a new land full of encountered resistance can place on an exhausted system too much demand.

In discovering how to unwrap my clients’ pain patterns, I attempt to unwind mine through heat and stretching.

Many paths…

Many people…

Too cautious…

Too selective…

In a Land of The Unclean, you need to be a warrior to stay pure.

It’s me, damn it – it’s me.

They always say I’m to blame; I need to find myself; I’ve got it all wrong.

Well, they are all a bunch of fu***** narcicists who do not know the first thing about love.

It’s me – it’s fu***** me?!

Da** right, it’s fu****** me whose been strapped down by all of this weight of a warrioress’ armor in a land torn apart by man’s ill consequences!

It’s time for me to stop wearing this suit of conscription and keep figuring out how to be free!

The pain of trying to break through one’s own internal barriers to self while being in pain and under severe external performance-for-income pressure is exaboratingly excruciating.

Had it been infatuation, love, or both that she had always felt toward him?

Maybe it was that he was a font tied into the creative source – a master magician conjuring elaborately beautiful visions.

Maybe it wasn’t about their hearts’ connection, afterall – although she always felt her’s tugged, begging the question.

Maybe it was about the sharing of secret knowledge that was able to posiively transform the human condition.

Adrenal fatigue can happen in a Type-A personality lifestyle, for which there can be certain treatments. Any one category of personality has steps that can be best suited for it.

But what is the healing plan for when you have a Type-C that was trying to not be a Type-B, while rolling too far into Type-A overcompensation – then broke boundaries into constant innovation / super-warrior-like leaps of groundbreaking?

As I realize that I was Type-C all along (which to society is a relatively new concept category), I discover I have now moved into yet another undefined personality.

One scenario after the next about how a good man could break a good woman’s heart – only they were replay conversions of feelings from what had actually happened.

If things begin slowly, will they last longer?

By the time he spoke truth to her, the damage was done and she was too angry to receive it.

As my hands are guided by fascial intelligence, energy flows through me by waves of empathic exhilaration as I unlock unneeded tension and holding patterns, freeing people to reach for and embrace their new destinations.