I remember you said that once you started you didn't know how it all ended up coming together.
Life is not binary
A panther walking through the jungle
A petal falling from the tree
An industrial complex
A guillotine
A cactus
The sun
You
Us
I
Them
Killing all
Dying none
Where can you see,
The duality of this dream?
Defying ideas like gravity
Fluidity, acceleration, mass, orbit
Where’s that gonna get us?
Don’t know buddy but somewhere
I assure you, somewhere
Savior’s ego
Have you ever felt like you needed to save the world? Like other people were so helplessly confused about the meaning of life and the right path that you just had to do something about it? Have you ever felt others were so weak that only your strength could pull them through the hard challenges life had for them? If so, you might just be playing out the savior’s ego.
The savior has his or her mind focused on finding people with problems and showing them the path to salvation.Saviors will focus their energies on manifesting needing and troubled personalities around them. Since their desire is to bring others out of their misery, miserable people become necessary for them to fulfill these wishes.
Saviors also tend to focus so much on other people’s troubles that they forget about their own development. They forget that what they see in other people is just a reflection of the way they see life. If you keep bumping into troubled and desperate people all the time, it would be wise to stop for a moment and question yourself why you’re attracting them.
Which path will you take?
I remember you said that once you started you didn't know how it all ended up coming together. That is actually a beautiful way to let things happen, I suppose with that enigmatic phrase you managed to explain with some clarity what it means to go with the flow.
Now that we are not in the same dimensions, there are necessary re-adjustments so that we can have some type of conversation. I still try to learn the art of not looking back at what I write by rather just let the words appear in front of me as the passing guests they are.
They pass like an autumn leaf that will never be identified again amongst the blankets of colorful siblings the lay beside them.
But it's all lies, don't run around with the childish attitude. Just park in front of the yellow line and tell the cops to go fuck themselves.
You must be the author of a trend at some point in life, though some have an easier time doing this.
I don’t know, life has been good. Generous, giving, comprehensive. I wanted to fight, but sometimes you look yourself in the mirror and see it’s all good. You’re being taken care of every step of the way. In such contemplation of the kindness you’ve experienced, how could one take on purpose the path to low vibration land?
