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Facing Demons of Demise
We continue to meet ourselves at every turn! Our lives revolve on an undeniable spiraling course of cyclic self evolution; filled to overflowing with untold trials and tribulations; we are not clueless, however. Although the journey presents and contains many unidentified problems, which, cut off at the source, can eliminate germinating problems, we act as if the vexation is coming from the outside. Enclosed in us, reside multifaceted layers of conflict, fear and indecision. Our self-vested deiviantly constructed personality spins continual webs of estranged variegated emotional barrage. We emerge daily in order to confront these unresolved aspects, of our selves, in others. But, IF we do not recognize the subtle upheaval and underlying necessity to integrate, absorb and disperse the disturbing fragments of discontent, claiming the unexpressed activity of.repeated denial or resistance, we will habitually create reoccurring themes/barriers of ill-fated situations, along with a myriad of extended complications. These self-imposed restrictions and barriers inflict indelibly castrating, wound filled creases on our character while traveling upon the Earth plane. Better known as demons, we inscribe the pain and suffering, as the creators of our own demise.
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Family Secrets
Trees have roots; that’s what makes them grow tall and extend out. Dependent upon the marred complexity of our family roots, do our unique destinies flourish. It was Emerson who said”…the height of the sail is dependent upon the depth of the base…” (paraphrased) No matter what shame or discomfort we maintain within the family tree, we must in essence be grateful from where/whence we originated. IT is the rich manure we needed to grow the fragrant roses we enjoy!
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Fantasy Harbor
We see what we want (based upon personal experiences, emotional episodes, language syntax, vocabulary of internal meaning) to see; nothing more, nothing less. In actuality, we don’t see with our eyes but with our brains. Though complicated and complex to explain, the idea is we pull from an incredulous memory bank ‘of sort’ to identify and relate [ the object being viewed] for our personalized interpretation. In other words, our vision is highly distorted, biased and preferential. Our eyes betray us all the time! What do you see?
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Favored Fawned Flora
We are forever surrounded by that which sustains, supports and strengthens us. Never are we alone. We consummate our lives by and through the chosen interactions but always with an eye ever peeled to the invisible force of preferred subjective operation. In other words, we seek to know, understand and reflect upon our regenerative actions whereby we are the benefactor. We want to incorporate the will to live fully and completely without reservation or regret. But, we stop short of moving beyond that which we tenaciously cling to- as the fortress of our familiar surroundings-of comfort and security. We say we are ready for change and yet, we merely dabble in the idea. IF we get too close to the edge of conversion, we jump back through the hoop of associated identity so we do not lose our place of supposed importance and needed reference.
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Fear of Choice
When the choices are so many, people often times relinquish the guiding signal from within and in its place, look for instructions outside of them. Never are such viable clues offered except in reference to that which is true for them. No matter what others say about what you ‘should do’, refuse to give credence to their uniformed words/advice.
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Finding Your Place
We all have a place (relationship). It’s the one that ‘works for us.’ Most often times, people on the outside can’t begin to understand how and why we fit into the place we do with the people we choose. But, it’s only because they are looking from the outside and we live within. There are a vast amount things that can not possibly be explained, defined or accepted with the rational mind. Relationships often appear as ‘jumbled tumbled tangled mangled’ up messes. But, we know the difference; It just feels right and that’s all that really matters
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Fingered Appeal
What we try to cling to will ultimately be ripped from us! Nothing or no one on the outside can sustain or bring security to the essence of our being. When we step out to seize a person or object, the recoiling apparatus laced in its inherent nature is set in motion. We own nothing nor can we possess another person in any way, shape or form. Our subservient gestures are ill equipped to maintain the fear of loss bound up in the idolized union. Enjoy but not for long.
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Fire In The Belly
We are all driven by the capricious wiles of the unconscious! What we do and how we do is determined by the latent contents of our subconscious reservoir. Our instinctive desires and repulsions are directed, governed and controled by forces beyond our immediate awareness. Dreams often offer elicit clues, as well as, impromptu visual sensual signs and symbols during the times we are awake. To erroneously think/believe we can change, alter or affect the direction of these neccessary promptings is ludicrious. The imploding relevant messages are pertinent for our particular walk. The more bizzarre, the more vital the delivery. The more subtle, the more diffused the experience. We know it unconsciously; that’s enough to sustain us.
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Fixated Ideas
We deliberately place things, situations, people in our lives, in various slots, and we expect them to stay there. Not only do we not want them to move but we expect them to be docilely happy in the assigned position they occupy while residing with us. Not necessarily so. Life is not static nor are things and people supposed to remain in the same slot. After a while, stagnant dust will accumulate, immobility carves its damage while the rust of disinterest corrodes. People grow weary. With seasons of change, things, events and people, most especially, evolve. The facts do not refute: sexual energy converts to another form unlike what was initially present. Like the rain which turns to ice, the winter storms can not be prevented. We, as part of the cyclic spin, must be willing to accept potential, uncomfortable impeding movement (change), as it occurs, without interference/imposition. Banish entrenched ideas of continued bliss, forevermore. Patterns of familiar security and guaranteed involvement, {we have planted in our brain} bleed into the river of erroneous futility. Shatter the imposed boundaries. Move around expansively and encourage others to do the same. There is so much life giving freedom/beauty in the rearrangement of not serving as tyrannized wardens!
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Floral Night Serenade
We are constantly unfolding, never static. By the time we settle for one aspect in ourselves, it has transformed into something entirely different. Our soul is in constant motion seeking earth experience. We dance to the instinctive flowery rhythm that moves us in the singular direction we must go.
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Floral Smile
We KNOW how to be happy; we simply refuse to accept the sheer delight of our natural state of existence. We do not need anything from the outside to boost our natural exuberance. We are inherently endowed with an abundance of effervescent joy. Because we breathe, we live in utopia. Smiling enables us to celebrate the life we, sometimes, refuse to acknowledge. Nothing adds to or takes away from the inner serenity we embody. We are infinitely complete. We need not insult or demean our sacred unity by requiring a surplus of flattering input of chattering validation.
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Flower Jubilee
After living under a personality’s fa�ade of depression, we come to the point where we must de-ass! When we finally release the burden of pretense, we gravitate to and express fully the deepest “having been repressed but now exposed ” layer of our artistic soul. Life blooms in spectacular grandeur with joy unspeakable and full of glory!
