Being down, scared, and striving for perfection always results in self-destructive behavior. Emotional harm and hopelessness will soon arrive. Beliefs aren’t helping anymore. Suicide with a hot shot of fentanyl is one way out. The fragility and vulnerability of existence will bother you no more. Riding on the sea of oblivion looks better with each passing day. Buying into a way out terminates choice. All it takes is a little spark of madness, and it is all over now, baby blue. Inspiration is sometimes divine, but not this time.
Don’t participate in babbling, meaningless conversations. Your silence is golden; it gives you an edge. Only tell them that you can build a bobsled. You’ll walk away a winner every time. Change your perceptions and points of view when needed.
Avoid the dark side of things; it is never better there. You’re busy adding to yourself while existence takes away all it can. Concerns surround you; don’t keep them around. Some identity searches last a lifetime. We’re all shadow dancers at one time or another. Smoke and mirrors are detractors of the truth. Don’t worry about being yourself; you’ve never been that anyway. Invisible secrets become visible sooner or later. Sometimes, we change what we see into what we want it to be. I don’t want to be me anymore; I want to be just like I am. Everybody wants me to be like them.
The sun’s planets are strung out on a plane. They orbit around the sun day and night—our solar system formed from the gravitational collapse of a giant interstellar gas cloud—the solar nebula. Our sun will last ten billion years. Ultimately, it goes from a red giant to a white dwarf to a black, burned-out mass. Our skinny ozone layer stops the sun’s ultraviolet light so we don’t fall to pieces. Ultraviolet radiation is on the short wavelength of the light spectrum. Infrared radiation is on the long wavelength side. Technology causes climate change and produces toxic waste with no safe place to go.
Pathways to the future require many stumbles along the way. Most decisions are made out of love or fear. Efforts at common sense are drowning you in their wake. Human existence is replete with illusion, fate, and deception. That which is, won’t always be the same. The tide of our existence is in constant circularity flux. White radiance surrounds you, and a resplendence is above your head; both are reposing in unseen glory. Mr. Jones, they keep it all hidden. Ultimate reality is hard to find because the good parts are beyond our view. Intention sometimes results in accomplishments. We are dancing on the field of consciousness without knowing the song.
