Blogging my journey.
I used to listen to music,
The catchy beats and words seemed to be background.
My mind so clouded by static of things that didn’t matter.
Once I freed myself from the sound proofing the constructed world built around my mind, I started hearing music.
Each word with powerful meaning.
It was like looking at a picture in black and white,
Now I see in full 4K ultra lcd color.
7/3/2020
Back in enlightenment, tried to take a break but hit a dark week last week and had to break out…
Broke out by breaking out my man L along the way
How we find each other in times of need when we don’t even know the others situation?
Crazy
Real just recognizing real, stand up don’t kneel
We gonna talk about it, take a seat son
For a long time now My baby girl has hated bleeding,
To the point where if she even got a scratch that turned red you would think she needed sutures.
And my old mind would just yell and say stop being scared,
A mindless effort to sway a mindful sponge,
If I continued down this road of unsuccessful yelling, who knows the outcome.
But tonight was different.
My baby had what look to be the beginning of a nail infection,
Luckily for her, daddy was and is still is an excessive nail bitter,
So nail infections are my specialty.
Blood scared her so imagine when she heard “INFECTION”.
She acted like this small white liquid was a foreign invader that would soon consume her body.
Instead of my old mindless attempt, I calmly explained there’s nothing to be afraid of it’s just how her body heals.
I parlayed this idea into blood.
I asked her why she hated blood so much.
She thought blood coming out was a bad thing.
No no no my baby girl blood cleans.
I brought my daughter back to one of her most traumatic experiences of her short beautiful existence. A bike accident
The first time my brave little girl was on her bike,
She fell and scratched her knee, and reason why til this day she has not rode again.
I asked her, “when you fell baby, what did you scrape your knee on?”- the road daddy
“And what’s on the road baby?” Idk
“Rocks, sand, and germs baby, so when you fell what did the blood do?”
It cleaned it all out daddy,
Yes my baby girl, blood cleans out the cuts and stops infections,
not the bandaids you cry for when boo boos happen. They stifle the blood that’s cleaning your cut
The sky’s opened,
A whole new aspect has popped into her moldable and always learning mind.
Soon after she was ready to tackle this nothing to worry about white liquid in her toe,
Squeeze it out daddy let’s get the blood flowing.
That’s my girl…..
Why is it so hard to be nothing?
Or to do nothing.
Why is it so hard?
To sit and wait with no distraction.
Kids love to ask questions, run around grab things, touch things, so adventurous and so free.
But why?
Because they are nothing.
They are pure.
They aren’t filled with the lies and corruption the material world fills you with.
Christmas time, open the present throw away the toy and keep the box.
Why?
Cause the toy is material it’s made it can not be changed.
The box is empty. It is nothing.
So by being nothing it can be anything.
A rocket ship, a boat, a fort, a cave for that pure little minds imagination to take flight.
Next time you feel weighed down by the feelings associated with this constructed world.
Just try to be and do nothing.
7/6/2020
Today is the day to talk
Looked for someone to have the talk with,
Found one only that fit the mold, mind heightening, but of course it’s clickbait
The best things in life seem to lead you disappointment
But let’s digress and come back to home find someone local
She’s just a walk away
But can someone in this small town be able to handle the expansiveness of my mind,
Can’t be too many minds like this in such a small area, L is just upstairs
I find expansive talk with him but do I need to go deeper down this rabbit hole to find the answer I’m looking for,
Or do I just need someone that has verbiage that can define what I’m going thru or what I seek?
Are professionals really made by a signed certificate, or can a master of a craft only be made thru experience?
Let’s talk to an M.D. and see if college expands the mind…..
33 and a Third