Compassion

There is a dynamic. It needs to be named, so it can be more clearly recognized.

someone makes a mistake, and therefor...
it is okay to throw very nasty energy at them.

The real response to 'mistakes': mis-takes. Scenes of life that we'd prefer to take over again.... is a question.

The real 'answer' to a mistake is a question.

How can we best bring this back into rhythm?

there is surrender in this question, because the reply is different for every person, and is even different scene to scene... take to take.of life.

Thus, it is not okay to throw hate at someone for a mistake, unless that is actually the best way to help them reply.

reply, re play, change the habit or choice that created the mis take...

are hate and fear ever the best ways to help someone change?

I have accepted a lot of hatred because I am out of rhythm with others. I have taken for granted that 'I' am the problem... because after all I am usually, often... a new factor in peoples lives.

I am praying my way out of the habit... the consistent choice... to take on the rage and fear of those who resist the changes... that often accompany... me.



I live with some fear I'd like to release. I have been afraid to release it... the only thing we have to fear is fear,.... because I sense that I will not be taken seriously.

but who wants to be taken seriously all the time anyway?

I live with the fear that the practices I love, namely musical wildflowers and freestyle flow... are too intense to be received. people react against them so ofte. I FEEl fear that they tear down too much, bring too much change, that I can't handle this...

then I real eyes that the advantage of being afraid in this manner is that it builds up how 'important' and intense' these practices (I) am. It fills an ego void that is still too empty from a silly side of me...

So I go into this awesome sense of change. That I am doing well, amazingly well... then I get afraid... then I talk myself down from the fear as being egoic. Then I'm back to somewhat stable.

And yet reclusive.



I often feel like I am travelling the morphic fields of Gaia. My consciousness atunes to different frequencies, and I balance them. Once I demonstrate that I can balance them... I can 'do' a lot more. I can travel, refocus with intention... watch.

And I watch layer upon layer of Gaia. I go into some areas like a welcome guest, and others like a ninja, though I often can't tell the difference at first.

I feel it first. Then I focus on the feeling. Then I see and hear.

I wish I could prove it. It is so fucking beautiful, but even I, to myself, have doubts that I'm simply very imaginative, or...

 that a very active imagination is...

the art of watching layers of shared reality, and even learning to engage in it.

I have the distinct sense that a lot of ghosts are listening, they tell me so.

or is that 'just' my imagaination.