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Scrambled cities: If you're not gonna do the work(on your soul), then you might as well work til you die

 There are two tiers in normal life. Those who are survive and those who thrive.  But nothing is a mistake in life: Nothing comes by chance. You have to prepare for it.  If you thought life was about making money and beating out the Jones's, you've lost already.  Life is: Desire for connection. All unhealthy competition is isolating. We live in an isolated-enough world already. This connection comes from a surprising place: Self-acceptance. A lot of us need to go back to the classroom. A lot of us need to take a silent breather and check in with what we need. This takes serious work. It's the real work. It relies on respect for others and self-respect.  A lot of people in the self-help community try to push the self aside: Manning up is the only side of it they see. But there are certain non-negotiables in this life. Certain things we can't cheat ourselves out of. We are not a piece of meat being acted on.    However, this is where God comes in. Some o...
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The rescinding of all your dreams

 I was wandering through a barn of some kind putting coins into a machine with newspapers when I realized I was naked and had to cover myself with a cloth in the immediate vicinity. It was like Makro but with old-world effect. There were guitars and bags of flour that would be used to get ready for breakfast. A breakfast of global proportions no doubt. The open space had broken out from the little hole in the turret I was climbing up. A coloured family moved diligently past as I tried to get the newspaper out of it's Iron arm. 


Lesson: 


Never assume the people in your dreams are all that stupid, for they are shadows of the real thing and the real thing has enough power in it to beat out a couple of eternal forms, and many at that. 

Old world guises: 

We were all getting ready for a magnificent breakfast, and that was the reason I was here. The girl whom I'd loved was also here and she was accepting money from people for some kind of blessing of some kind. They would give her money and then go. I with my dark humour joked about people lining up to get their blessings but then Aiya angrily stared back at me. Then I hugged her with my eyes and mind and everything felt good, and I realized in that second that actually all girls were the same when you get down to the bottom of it. Even the strange one with all the feminist values who was so astringent and kept my records in Cape Town as a revenge on all men. 

Lesson: 

In your favorite garden you must stand and wait,
for abundance follows but flees when chased.








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