I can’t really explain certain things that pop in to my head. It has come to the point where I really stop trying. It doesn’t do any good. And the more I explain things to people the more I realize that a) they either think I’m bat shit crazy; b) they’re not sure if I’m bat shit crazy or just did a lot of drugs at some point in my life; c) possessed by demons; d) all of the above.
And I’m not going to lie-I’ve thought all of those things too. The notable exception being a “lot” of drugs. I haven’t done a lot. And that’s where I’m going to stop that little sidebar. No need to add any more fuel to that fire.
So...thing is...I feel like I have some kind of glimpse in to the universe as a whole. And the fact that there is much more going on around us than simply how many fucking mochaccinos you get this week.
I feel like we are on the precipice of some really weird shit about to go down and there’s some people who know this. And are getting ready for it. I would consider them more of the enlightenened ones. There are others like me, who know...or think they know...and are just hoping to complete the pscyho-sensory-meta-physical boot camp before the darkness swallows our planet and we all have to fight our way out. Because, if dreams from my childhood are any indication--that’s going to suck ballz. People are going to lose their ever loving minds.
Which is where I’m lucky. I think I lost mine about 20 years ago...so I’m all good there. You can’t lose what you don’t have. And a ‘normal’ sense of the world and universe at large is something I have never had.
I can hear some of you...’Todd, you’re not crazy. you’re just a little weird.’...or ‘you always did have a strange way of looking at things.’
Why is it people can talk to God...pray to whichever deity they choose and that’s somehow ok. That makes them devout. But if that same person claims to BE god (or a deity) and that they are (that) god experiencing its creation--somehow that makes them crazy?
I don’t get it.
These thoughts are disjointed. My subconscious knows what I need to say, but something is being the gatekeeper. I’m not quite read to be locked up yet.
Not yet. LOL.
Have a wonderful Friday and a great weekend my friends.
If you are out and about...try at least one time to be still.
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