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Terminal Predicament
We are all doing our time on earth! There are some of us who literally remain behind invisible bars all of the days of our lives. Then, there are those who are figuratively placed in confining jail cells, yet are more free than we. Why should this be the case? It shouldn’t. But, as long as we have a ‘lust of result’ we will remain locked up forever in the cell of expectation and outer validation. Freedom is NOT something imposed on us from the outside but experienced deep within the boundaries of our own creative minds. When not tied to outer circumstances and in need of the praise from others, we are truly liberated and content. That can be our terminal predicament of joy unspeakable of full of glory!
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Instead of waiting until the notion strikes you, jump! Nothing interferes with productivity like inertia. In order to break though the barrier of disinterest, simply do what you have been putting off. At least you’ ll know the temperature of the water. Dive in!
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Capricious Personality
As artists, we gloriously embrace each day with a renewed sense of vigor, vitality and creative ingenuity. We dance on the ceilings; jump through ocean size hoops of wildly inflamed doors. We grow sensually younger by the moment as we engage our deeply repressed talent in the course of the hour doing what we are so passionately driven to do. We shout with unending fervor in joy unsurpassed as we allow the sacred sublime sexual creative instinct move us into worlds of unimaginable “yet to be expressed” splendor. On the blank canvas does the abyss of our lives empty itself in a radical transformed spectrum.
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Irresolute Arousal
Our impending passion flickers and dwindles in the midst of our weak justifications. We begin throbbing and pulsating vigorously and then, apologetically, we abort. Before we finish our infused attempt, we have talked ourselves out of the underlying motivation as if it was a conjured up fantasy to lure us from some more productive venture. Apologetically, we make all sort of acceptable and palatable excuses to sooth our vexation, resolved that we can be tamed and be brought under submission. Such pitiful liars we are!
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