How would you listen to a life story that was not your own? Would you spend time and hear what was said, or would you walk away?
Ponder a life known by many and ponder your own in a life meant to be in the learning of life. Then, consider some more.
If you are somebody who likes not to learn, then I decree that you are an entity that is just a lossless soul wandering around the universe for something that is not your own creation or life story.
How is it that when you are ordinary and have never had a lapse of thinking, you think you are unstoppable once you do?
But sometimes, this is just a confusion of your inner beliefs about the world around you. You will then start to think about ways the world will be better off without the evil that is money.
Because everyone knows about money and what it can do for you or what you can do for it, there will come a time when there is no money, and everything will become free, to a certain extent.
But being sublime means that once you have reached this state in your thinking, you would never like to go out of it. But it is a bad thing that can happen, as you may think you could walk on water. And if you cannot swim, this would be dangerous.
If you think you can be sublime, your chakra needs to be closed.
When you stay home, and it is cold outside, would you go to the shops and purchase food for dinner? Or, if you are like me, go onto an app and search for food to be delivered.
One way to alleviate stress would be to walk somewhere, where you would finish by returning to where you reside.
It is known that throughout history, the human condition expelled those who could not walk much distance, and helped them with a walking aid.
Birds soar through the night sky, destination unknown, but what gives when daemons roam? Down through the juneberry bush, birds feast for minutes, not hours. Once again, soaring through a wintery day, just like old times when Saint Nic came and guided them to the North Pole. Only feathers for heat and not a white dove were seen in the blizzards of day and night.
We will have turkey, not chicken, on this fine day, just like when geese flew off and down to the Mediterranean Sea. As they did not want to be as cold as him.
Then a daemon came and blew away that nasty chirp that angels knew. Along came Gabriel and cast away the daemon’s blue. He knew it was just a phantom, but still, he flew. When he gave up, all hell was loose.
The only way to save self was to name this ungodly creature Halloween night and make an ending that was just right.
From time to time, you are searching for something, and in the mists of looking and searching, you either give up or continue to search.
But by the time you have found something that you want. You find that time has passed experientially. Then you would have forgotten what that thing was for.
This also goes for conversations. You either Lack the knowledge or cannot continue.
Morning goes, Morning comes, When you look, You will Find.
Heaven knows you are just a mortal.
Being nurtured by mother and father.
Drinking vasts amount of knowledge, from the stream of ideas.
Falling in and becoming idle.
Putting what was found into practice.
You shall seek no more.
What would you do if you had to be in a race that you either knew you could either Win or Loose? Would you run in that race or let somebody else try their luck in winning or losing?
It would depend on your stamina, the length of the race, and overall, the experiences of the other contestants.
Ring around the roses a pocket full of poses, a tissue a tissue, we all fall down. Is a nursery rhyme I am fond off, It relates to me in many ways and it is that this rhyme is olde.
Time is long, Time is short, Time goes forwards, Time can go backwards. Time is hidden, Time is shown, Time Heels, Time takes away, Time evolves, Time stays the same, Time is deep, Time is level.
For all that time is we cannot escape it and never can travel through time. Only in Syfy can time travel exists.
Why are we young, Why are we old. Why is heaven in the sky and hell below? Why are the birds flying whereas we cannot? Why can some live long and others short?. Why are we diverse and animals not?.
