Was the reverse of our intent the true guiding steps? One feeding the other?
A feed to one end and receiving the same thing on the other end. Yet we call it something different.
Polar crossed outcome hunters.
These,our guided destinations actually lead to each other. Before end point arrival, a systematic battle will draw sanity from their origin places.
Where does the likelihood of successful ventures in this ever losing game of tug of war, become a sanctuary to some but a pavilion of punishment to the majority of those who tried.
Every once and a while we must become endeared to our own actions.
We must firmly put a place to set up our lives. Good or bad with our feet set into place a foundation will arise. Will it be one that others build unto it? Does our shaky bedrock have enough oomph to persevere through its own growth?
Our hesitance finally whispered the solution at the end. Another lesser known afterthought we think of at end of night. These are lessons learned at the moments between sleeping and awake.
No memory becomes distant connection points , we grasp for the grip that never seems to become tight into our hands.
We forget these important lessons that our unconscious tell to our conscious.
Those two have always acted like strangers to one another. You can tell they want more of each other. However when given the chance our unaware and aware parts of ourselves. We often scoff at one another’s action. They realize not that they each show the other what they are yet to be. Unheard of dreams.
Will we have a new unthought of envisioning of destiny? Will we finally discover the teachers we have saught for thus far? The one we see and realize, oh it is he that I was to learn from.The thing we needed the most was never something that someone wanted to fulfill its role for. It seems that our teachers did not really want to be there in the first place. How are we supposed to find our place if those that guide us, have never placed themselves to journie points they wanted all along.
Shatter the spectacle this large ego of ours has built up. Thinking ourselves a mighty fortress is quite a delusion a good many of us come to believe. In our operating manuals our shutdown levers are shown very prominently.
Misappropriated goals are another way to us to fill the dreams others had for us.
Scattered .about the rest of our intent,
we must scavenge to see if something can be made from what remains of the unlikely souls we started with.
There is a list never written from our own hand in our own beginning. Persons inside the ether exist in quite a profound way , that can only be described as divine attributes we thrust unto our own core being. Submerged characteristics are a common occurrence we see in ourselves. Ways in which we only wish we could accomplish.
Now now quiet down ,our screening passion has become pacified by the very things we are told we cannot do.
Another is rising of the thing we once though escaped. From the inner chambers we locked up tight to avoid the more damaging parts a life brings to the table. Without the damage where would we heal? Without healing no scars can develop from. No scars on ourselves leaves no stories to tell of what we made of the marks. Into the danger we proceed.
Does it change anything that we know the end resolution will enact terror onto all it comes in contact with?
Understand that you chose this even after warned .
Is the laughter we had on our own circumstance another way for us to ignore the last glint of survival we have left in us?
Will you make the same decision after this warning. This is a road you don’t go down the slightest. Stay far , far far away.
See you at the block party next week remember you already RSVP . See how this works a warning strapped with an invitation in? Such cunning tactics we find here.