who gives a shit about my musings? who cares about what i observe based on such a rarified perception of physical life? it's all a bloody joke, right? i've been yelling @ the top of my literary lungs on this blog for 4 yrs & finally realize that nobody's paying attention.
no one notices or cares.
why, you may ask? simple: the ego identity.
ego forces all consciousness into a metal box, bolts the lid shut, & then tries to bury it underground.
problem is, my awareness needs a much bigger box.
1998 was the first yr i had an inkling of something more to life than just the accumulation of stuff. it was quite an epiphany - both a blessing & curse.
i never wanted such a priori info about crystals, past lives or girl #1. i didn't care about chakras, shamanism, grounding or Atlantis. what the fuck is all that? who invests energy into studying such new age bullshit, native teachings & arcane legends? what purpose does any of it serve?
pure madness.
and yet, even after 13 yrs, i'm totally immersed. you'd think i might have gotten a clue by now. whatever...consciousness is still better than self-medicating like everyone else seemingly does.
sometimes i don't understand why this task is mine...sure as hell don't feel qualified to represent much less spearhead any metaphysical movement.
so, who wants to join the bald whackjob in his quest to reawaken man's intrinsic connection w/Nature???
yup, just as i suspected...nobody.
that is all.
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