Experiment

Day 01:

Today, I decided to do something a little different. I know who I am or, at least, I thought I did. Life has a way of creeping up on you and, when you’re happy, it can kick you in the behind. Life can hurt. Life can be amazing. Life is. That’s as simple as it can be explained. Which path, which direction, which thought, will change a person forever. Are we happy, or are we living a lie? One thing is for sure, we hardly ever fix ourselves. Just when you think that you’re okay, there’s another layer to unravel. To expect perfection from another person, let alone yourself, is idiocy running at extreme levels.

I’m here, in this small little house. It’s basic, one single room, with only the absolute essentials to keep me occupied. I’m not permitted to leave this place, but the view from the large window, oh the view, is something to behold. The world is full of beauty and yet, we often allow our thoughts to create devastation to ourselves and others. Especially, the people we purport to love.

That’s why I’m here. No excuses. No lies. No alterations to escape what needs to be done. It’s just me, my mind, my heart and anything in between that they create.  I might even find my very soul and hopefully, purpose.

Day 05:

So many people state that they’re lonely. You’re not alone, truly alone, until it’s just you and you. Nothing else. No pets, kids, partners, family or any other distraction we use to run away from ourselves. I’m here. I cannot escape. I signed the page, and the waiver is astronomical. I accepted this. I’m not climbing the walls, just yet, but I’m suffering. I’m hurting. My mind. My thoughts. They’re hurtful, degrading, shameful expressions of how I see myself. If you were here, you’d more than likely think the same thoughts. We need to let go of the past moments. Every negative notion, word or expression, is part of the old story. It’s done. You can hardly even prove that the situations of old resided within a point of time. Outside of this room, this sculpted hut, I cannot provide proof that the world exists. The supposed 3D, the sights we envision, the smells that we sense, the touch of fingers upon skin, are they real?

I want to leave, but I know that I should stay. This is an experiment, but I really knew that it wasn’t. Too many excuses. Too many self lies.  Don’t run from yourself, as you’re all that you have. Be kind, be brave, wrap your own arms around your body and tell yourself that it’s okay. It will all be okay.

Day 10:

I’m… confused. My only companion, my singular friend, is the person that lights the fire outside the cabin. I want her to speak to me, but that’s against the rules. I haven’t spoken to a single soul, other than my own, in ten days. Then, just then, maybe that’s not true. Maybe every singular thought, tied to emotive energy, flows from me into the ether and strikes against the soul of another. I cannot prove this. I do not know. Radio waves fly through the skies. Bluetooth. Wireless. The proof is there but, hidden from rational teachings. I want the world to mean more to me. I need something else from the world. Wants, needs, are nothing when compared to desires.

I might be going a little crazy. Maybe we’re all crazy, masquerading ourselves to the puppet master’s tune.  Conform. Wear the clothes we tell you to wear, follow, be the same as everyone else. It’s all there in front of us. I’m shaking my head. I’m not here to resolve society’s issues, as I’m here for me. For once, just me, myself, the I within ‘I am’.

Day 15:

Go deep. Even if you have to witness the darkest parts of yourself. All the dank, desperate, despicable emotions buried within. Hold them. Feel them. Let them escape. When you’re down at that level, as low as you can be, you create new roots from whatever ashes you find. Maybe deep depression is something that we all must suffer within our lives. It’s not nice, it’s not poetic or something to shout about, but it’s there. Hold yourself and cry. Let it breath within you. All the moments of despair, loss, suffering and bile.  Let it out.  How can a person tower into the sky, with brittle roots? Eventually, through false notions, we come crashing down. Again. Create solid roots from your sadness.

I’m both proud and ashamed of my thoughts. We are not all meant to be angels. That’s a fallacy, a falsehood that only blind vagrants could believe. Be as authentic as you can be, as you crawl through your own mud. I’m not going to run, or hide, as that’s impossible. Face the demons, or they will taunt you for the rest of your life. Then, upon the day of your end, they’ll remind you of all your mistakes.

I am the sum of my memories. I am a child of my thoughts. My actions are mine alone.  Create your roots within the dark, to ensure the sunshine never burns you to your end.

Day 20:

I don’t know what day it is. I’ve revised so many moments within my memories. Nothing exists outside of this place I’m locked within. I have my thoughts and finally, they are of peace, love, remembrance and this very moment as I’m writing many words. I don’t know where I’m going, just yet, but I’ve envisioned a new home, with someone. Someone special. A new start. It’s what I’ve always wanted. I know that I ‘have’ to be a King amongst men, for the Queen of my life. It’s an odd set of words to use and yet, we love the words spoken upon the screens we find ourselves engrossed within.

I now know that every single thought, creates my reality. I am, more or less, the only person that can change my life. One singular moment can and will destroy so much work, so much peace, but that’s more than likely from my own fears being projected to the world around me. Before I sleep, I must never think ill or negative thoughts. We do not know the power we hold within, despite watching or reading so many magical stories. We’re grounded, but not in a beautiful way, a stranded fashion of the world’s order.

Day 25:

The final day. I am at peace. Solitude, the soledad of my mind, is essential. No longer will I fill my days with vapid television, adverts or meandering moments. I have suffered, mentally, for the longest of times. I have tasted such loneliness and yet, managed to surface on the other side of the most torrential, fierce, destructive notions created from this conscious mind of mine. It’s okay, it’s meant to be, as I know myself far more than I ever have. I now realise how my own mind works. So simple, yet ever so complex.

I’m free, as much as I can be free, from an experimental twenty-five days of solo life. I spend most of my normal life in the same way. I’m never alone, as I’m here within myself. If I cannot find the answer, I will envision the solution. If I do not know the path, I will create the path. If I walk alone, I will ask for someone’s hand to accompany mine. 

I am, after all, the never ending experiment.

Artery

Daniel looked out of the window, exhaling softly, moving himself ever so slightly to gather comfort from the soft pillow behind his head. Emotionally, maybe even physically, it hurt, from every corner of his mind, it hurt so very much. He blinked twice, possibly wondering that if he did so, it would change anything within his soul. It wouldn’t, it shouldn’t, as it couldn’t possibly do so.

All of his misdemeanours, committed crimes and worse, continued to haunt his thoughts. He truly thought that an eye for an eye was the current climate of his life. He’d treated people to untruths, white lies and more, over his many years and now, maybe his karma had finally arrived. It mattered not that he’d suffered over and over again, when it came to relationships. This was, after all, his script, his play, his inner worth and more at work. He held the pages and he’d written the stories for others to enact. He knew that if his own self worth wasn’t where it should be, his energy would reflect such a state. The actors, within his play, enacting their parts with aplomb.

He felt his emotions stir, memories returning once again to haunt his waking slumber, as two tears moved from either eye. The warm, wet emotions, falling around either side of his face. He knew that both tears were, if he embraced honesty, pure, innocent, deep pain, falling away from his very soul. He knew that he’d soon, very soon, no longer cry but until then, it still all seemed so difficult.

He was a man. A male. A person that wasn’t supposed to feel or, at least, suffer in such ways. His support structure, small, his independence, the only thing he seemed to cherish. He wanted to scream, shout, thrash about within his bed, but that wouldn’t be sensible as his energy levels had, once again, reached the same old low. Night after night, month following month, the broken sleep slowly grinding him down.

He looked up to the stars and, as he stretched out his arm, his hand reaching towards some imaginary salvation, he opened his imagination. In front of him, appeared a glowing image. He focused through his tear-filled eyes, slowly, gradually, as an actual angel appeared within his view. Daniel’s eyes widened at such a fabricated image but, seeing as he’d created such a moment, he embraced his thoughts.

The angel smiled the warmest, most tender smile he’d ever seen.

“What’s wrong?” asked the angel, as Daniel’s heart seemed to glow within his chest.

“I have a broken heart,” he stated, with cracked words, as more tears arrived to his eyes, “her emotional attraction simply fell and I wasn’t enough. Whatever I am, however I was, no longer what she wanted!”

The angel smiled, as she replied,

“My child. Hasn’t this event made you a smarter, more knowledgeable, more repentant angel? Your ego has been reset. Your self-esteem has levelled and, above all, you’re reaching within to find salvation! A new path awaits you, no matter who follows alongside or holds your hand!”

Daniel smiled a difficult smile, not able to reject the Angel’s words. Instead, he nodded.

The Angel, leaning forward, reached inside of her own chest. “I shall help you!”

After removing her fingers from within her chest, she held out her hand and, within that hand, rested a glowing aorta, the largest artery within the human body. She slowly, carefully, reached into Daniel’s chest and replaced his artery with hers.

“Now, you have a filter,” she said,  “Whatever your mind thinks, will be filtered before it reaches your heart and, through that, you will allow yourself some space, a little more time, to think clearly with your heart! What will be, will be just that. You own your own life, your own script. The 3D is yours to command!”

Daniel smiled, his tears increasing, as he felt the glow from within his chest. He could feel his heart, beating, thinking, becoming something pure and calm. He looked towards the Angel, into her eyes, never quite imagining that he’d feel something such as this. Upon the earth, the realisation that heaven could exist, within each of us.

He closed his eyes, for the briefest of seconds, opening them to daylight and a new day. His hand quickly shot to his chest, holding, feeling, wondering if it was only a dream. He closed his eyes, listened, knowing, that at times of such struggle, angels would, could and should, surely be looking towards us for our greatest good. Even if it meant replacing an artery, a heart, a soul or even a purpose, they’d make it happen.

 

Please don’t suffer alone. Speak. Talk. Communicate. Always. xx

(Audio will be added on the 8th)

Seasons

Daniel, sat on the bench with legs crossed, looked out across the lake. He found the view calm, quiet, serene and ever so beautiful. This was his place, that place, where his breathing found a calm that the big city never seemed to provide. He adored the time spent doing absolutely, completely, nothing much at all.

He’d visited this escape over the years, upon the days that afforded him the luxury of undertaking the reasonably short journey. No beeping cars, no screeching of tyres, no coughing individuals and, most certainly, providing a slower pace of life. He’d seen the transformation of each season, moving, adapting, changing to the ever-shifting planet. This year, he was joined by another, his friend, companion, lover and, of course, the one that made him smile.

They’d seen the growth from Spring, the animals starting to birth, the ducks around the lake creating new life, the showers of rain coming and going, with the days and moments seemingly longer as each new day appeared. They’d met in the Spring, the perchance meeting becoming a realistic notion, within the couple. Friends before lovers. Understanding before connecting, creating something new that would hopefully last as long as a spring filled day. Daniel held her hand, relaxing that little further into the soft, plush, outside self-cushioned bench.

They’d witnessed the colours of Summer, where they’d both experienced many adventures, away from the hustle and bustle of their normal lives. Summer always brought warmth, the adventure of finding new places and moments, always inspiring the both of them, to be more than they currently were. Arm in arm, day by day, they’d walk around the small lake experiencing the calm afforded to them both.

They’d watched the Fall of Autumn, with colours fading to be replaced with the yellow, red and browns of life. The weather, changing, with the days becoming shorter, they’d find comfort inside. Holding, embracing, becoming closer than ever before. This, to the two, involved a time to weather any storm. Each day, colder than the next, with animals preparing to hide.

They’d felt the cold of Winter, surrounding them, nipping, biting at their fingers and toes. The landscape, changing ever further, covered with the beautiful snow of change. They’d play, they’d roll within the days of inner warmth, the fire alight within each of them. There would always be something special about the cold storms of life. It brought people together, closer, the embrace confirming the connection and stability.

Daniel loved this place. His escape, their sanctuary, from everything and everyone else. They both knew that although the seasons were becoming mixed, neither really acknowledged the fact that each new day seemed to vanish with ease.  Effortless, timeless, the drama of eventualities not even considered when embraced by the authentic heart of another. He knew that no matter what was said, no matter what they did, he didn’t care which season it was, as he’d spend each and every single one of them, with her.

 

 

Who

Let’s start by grabbing a small, little, slice of paper. Let’s call this little bit of paper your imagination. Sure, your imagination can be as big, or as little as you like, but today, it’s going to be just the size you need.

Pick the characters, the participants, give them names and above all, give them a purpose. A lover, a friend, a person that adds a little tease, some play, or just annoys the heck out of you. Either way, they’re all playing a part in your story. This, above all, is your imagination. We often allow our imagination to run away like a fool, that disregards our sanity, but today we’re taking full control.

Once we’re there, within your play of plays, create situations, places, with even more random faces, that you may never actually get to meet. Once you have the scenes, the players, the artists and the script writer has been set (also you), you can enact the scenes that you’d like to appear within.

Yes, that’s right, you and you alone, are the main star within your orchestrated operatic performance. You’re the producer, the writer, the script developer, the scenery artist and, basically, everything.

Now. You’re there. What’s your worth? How do you appear? How do you feel? How do YOU… create your scenes? What is your worth? Have a think, take some thought, before your imaginary pen touches the page of your mind. This is serious, it’s delicate work and above all, you’re creating the very ‘you’, that every single person will see within your play. Let’s imagine that this is also real life and, as you know, you’ll also appear to those people in the same way you write your fictional character.

Picture your face, envision your smile, your thoughts and your worth. Are you in love? Are you worthwhile? What ‘is’ your worth? So many questions and yet, these thoughts form and create energy that ‘make’ your thoughts become real life. When enacting, when you’re the person and character that you would like to be, feel. Feel everything. The texture of your clothes, feel the smile upon your own lips, enact with the characters with real emotion, with certainty and authenticity. Feeling is… everything.

That’s right, we’ve gone from an imaginary play, created and played within your mind, to how you’re viewed and ‘felt/feeling’ in real life. Every thought, every play that you create within your mind, forms your actions in real life. If you’re not good enough, then that will sound LOUD and CLEAR in the real world, not just within the play of your mind.

Now, we start again. First, create your character. You and you alone, are the most important person within this play. You’re smart, sophisticated, loving, caring, worthwhile and more than amazing. Remember, every line of your script forms how your life will flow. If you think a person will treat you bad, they will as ‘YOU’ make it happen with your exposed energy. Of course, horrible people do exist, but maybe your play could change the way they see you. Even idiots respond to energy. It’s the script, you see, the words you create within your mind.

After all, ‘who’ are you? ‘Who’ will you become? Who, indeed.

Thirty

Thirty days. Thirty days is all it takes.

Over the last twenty-nine days, we’ve experienced joy, wonder, excitement, fun and far, far more. We’ve had smile filled adventures, mildly planned for the future, and expressed so much to each other. It’s been wild, silly, filled with laughter and the wonder of two people that really, really do like each other.

On the thirtieth day, I did something wrong. Nothing that bad, nothing to annoy the neighbours, scare the dogs or wake the dead. It was an event, a moment, that could have been overlooked or, even, discussed and worked upon. For every eventuality, there’s options, solutions and forward paths.

Upon that day, your mind started to play the usual games. The devaluation. The worry. The thoughts forming scenarios within your mind. It won’t work, it’s never going to happen, it’s over and now, just now, you’re looking for a way out. It matters not that the same circular scenario has played out again and again in our lives, as we often don’t realise that ‘we’re’ also the one with the issue(s), repeating and playing around within our minds. I know, as I’ve been there and resolved. It is a never-ending journey of realisation and healing. We all have issues and, if we’re aware, we can resolve them.

It escalates within you; it then escalates around you. Growing. Placing roots, despite your other thoughts trying to move the ship away from the storm bashed rocks. This shouldn’t be a shipwreck. You distance yourself, hurting the other person on purpose, asking them to bridge the gap that they, often, don’t even realise exists.  This wouldn’t be a total loss if, maybe, upon a sun filled day, we evaluated and communicated our fears and follies.

Instead, we ruminate, procrastinate, devaluate and cast aside something or someone that offers us such affection, that the angels themselves shake their heads in disbelief. I’ve been here, there, on both sides, so I’m no angel. I understand or, at least, I do once I’m far, far over on the other side. It’s now, as well as forever, too late. You’ve become nasty, the spite filled words affording the other person confusion, as they retreat within themselves.

Upon the thirtieth day, we seemingly forget the previous twenty-nine days. We disavow the moments, the kisses, the sordid promises made within the darkness of emotion, choosing, instead, to escape to the green grass of freedom. Selected solitary confinement, chosen away from the wilds of being cared for. Such an easy decision, for a society filled with vapid options. We then quickly embrace another, to escape the hollow feeling, the odd behavioural nature of a child trapped within. We cast aside the person that loves us, to be with another to fulfil our selfish pain and suffering. The scales, however, never balance upon such an action. What once was, no longer required to fill the never-ending void of empty feelings. The discarded person, perpetually looking for rescue, with no sea faring vessel within view, struggles. The arms of another not being an option, to such a crippled individual. The only option, being learning and development. The leaving party, resolves themselves to simply having fun until the ramifications appear within their emotions. Still, as mentioned, too late for a reprieve, as we have to first become 'better' versions of ourselves.

Eventually, one day within another range of thirty, we look back upon what we could have had. We look back to see what we let go of. It’s too late. It’s done. Despite the twenty-nine days of wealth, prosperity, abundance and gratitude for wishes fulfilled, we allow our insecurities and past traumas to rule our worlds. It is a shame, it is a baseless wish, for people to fix and fulfil themselves before destroying another. We seldom embrace the fixing of oneself, until we ourselves, are abandoned. The abandoner remains to commit the same mistakes, as well as sins, again and again whilst pointing the finger to others. The selfish nature of a trapped child revolving around and around. However, there should be no blame in a game that involves two. Or maybe, even three.

Our egos cannot ‘possibly’ commit a wrong upon another, when that same said ego believes that we are the wronged. We believe that we simply cannot find the correct person to love us, yet, right in front of us, stands a person that would build a veritable castle upon the words of our name. It is the way of the world. It is natural, the nature of things, with the circus performing the same dance again and again. We are all broken and yet, once cast aside, we grasp the eventual opportunity to gather wealth to our knowledge. It is unfortunate, that another has the moment to hold a better version, instead of becoming better for the person we once wished to love. We are unknowing, until we’re forced to know. We are without, until we reach within.

Maybe, just maybe, we’ll one day manage to reach the thirty first day and then, we can hold a hand forever or, at least, tell no lies when wishing for something more. Thirty days simply isn’t enough, for someone that has no intentions of actually trying to reach the thirty first day.

(So many people having relationship issues, or splitting, lately!)

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Imagination

We live within a world that is less than perfect. We see poverty, misunderstandings, greed, pestilence and more. It’s a shame, a travesty, a concoction of reaching for a position of unfathomable betterment and improvement. We’re often side-tracked by life, by situations, overwhelming our senses and thought processes.

Personally, as a child, I knew that I had an amazing imagination. It kept me company upon many a trip, sitting in a truck, waiting for hours on end or watching the motorway miles vanish before my eyes. I imagined that I could fly, whispering through the clouds at unimaginable speeds. I would run, feel the earth leave my feet and I would flow into the air like the mightiest bird. I dreamed of innocence. The thoughts of a young child.

Now that I’ve grown, again and again, often via forced situations and pain, I’m once again turning to my imagination. For years, I’ve stayed static. The inner voice, be it my heart, soul or mind, remained quiet and I obviously thought that I’d found a place of solace. A reprieve from the previous days, where my mind would castigate my actions again and again. If your inner mind is quiet, you have truly reached a place of safety.

Unfortunately, this often does not last. To be a quiet soul, means that you eventually wish to invite another into that space. The inevitable is just that. My mind is no longer quiet and, my space is, once again, solitary.

Like a child or, a teenager that’s been freed from a prison, I once again wish to use my imagination. Every thought within my mind, or maybe even my heart space, changes my energy, my world and my day-to-day life. If you’re negative, then that energy ‘will’ flow from your body into the world. If you’re happy, it will show upon your lips, eyes and flow. It’s difficult, it’s arduous, to take control of your thoughts. They command you. They can berate you. They can override all the smiles and words you speak upon a given day.

No more. I’m trying. We should try. Change your thoughts. Be polite to yourself. Be gentle with yourself. You’re sensitive or, possibly, blocked due to your life’s arduous tasks. It will be okay. There are no problems, only solutions. There should always be a path, if you allow the path to exist. No, I’m not going crazy, as I believe that life is what you make it and no-one else is responsible for your life, or situations, but yourself (within reason).

Imagine a better world. Imagine that specific person being nice to you. Imagine holding the hand of the person you love, have lost, may never see again and wish them well. Send the positive motives into the void and raise yourself to a preferred space. Every single breath, is energy. Every exhalation, another chance to reduce your stress and over-thinking. To feel, is to become. To imagine, is to dream. We, you, I, us, together, can change the world. Think big, think the small thoughts, smile when everyone is looking and move through a room like you’re glowing.

Even when your pride has been crushed, even if your ego has been shattered, even when your self-esteem has been reduced to a pile of wounded tears, stand up, turn up, glow up and use your imagination to become more. What you think, is what you become. If you believe that a person will do something that makes you mad, then your own actions and thoughts can ensure that it happens. It’s an odd set of situations.

I’m trying to imagine, to use my imagination to create a better world for myself. I’m taking my energy, my thoughts, to form them into something that overrides the negative spaces within my heart. It’s taking time, but each day is a new day and upon every new day, we can bravely smile, accept ourselves and use our imagination to form a new person.  You truly, honestly, are what you think. They often say that you are what you eat, which is often accepted without question, so it’s obvious that your thoughts ‘are’ you.

I’m waking up to a new way of thinking and, if I’m honest, it’s quite a change. No matter what someone takes from you, no matter how you’re treated, no matter where you are, no matter the circumstance or situation, no-one can ever take away your imagination. Use it. Enjoy it. Embrace it and become something new with your given power. I’ll see you there, with a smile.

Am

It’s taken a very, very long time but, finally, I truly hope that I’ve realised what I am. That’s it, that’s the answer right there… ‘I am’.

It seems so simple, so easy, yet there’s a radical shift that has to take place within your mind before you ‘truly’ understand. Actually, let’s remove the word, ‘understand’, to replace it with, ‘believe’. We know what we are, or, so we think.

Over my life, I’ve experienced a couple of odd situations, circumstances, that made me sit back and smile. I won’t dive into them, as they’re for me to cherish and for you to find your own situations and experiences. When I refer to, ‘I am’, I point towards a specific way of thinking.

Have you ever wondered why relationships end, your weight never drops, or you seemingly run into bad luck? Personally, I have a strong mind and, thankfully, I’ve often been upon the path of understanding without realistically appreciating the full ramifications of the situation(s).

If you believe that someone will leave you, they will. You will, always, almost certainly, manifest your thoughts into the real world. It is inevitable. If you ‘think’ that someone will never change, you will grasp every ounce of whatever situation resolves your thinking into being. We, us, ourselves, are our worst, best enemies. Being secure in our thinking is paramount. It is absolutely everything.

Know your worth. We tell ourselves a story upon each given day. We’re not good enough, we do not deserve to be happy, we often end up in the same relationships/situations etc. No, sorry, you’re (possibly) wrong. We’re (possibly) wrong. We bring our thoughts to life. There are no problems, only solutions. There is no search, other than to ask for the very map to which we find salvation. “Why does this always happen to me?” Well, it’s because we often ‘make’ it happen. We can destroy such amazing situations, then blame the other person. Sure, no-one is realistically blame free.

Yeah, I know, it all sounds dream filled and magical. Let’s suggest that every thought has an energy to it, a life, a purpose. If you think a thought, you will ‘eventually’ believe that thought. We are a race of individuals that ‘must’ be right at every turn. “I knew that it wouldn’t work!”  Yes, I know, it wouldn’t work as your thoughts made it so. Thoughts within our mind should be expressed, especially when they’re damaging. Person A will see you one way, with person B seeing you a different way. You are still the same person, but our experiences, regrets, loves, losses, failures, scars and reasoning make the difference.  

I won’t lie. It takes a radical shift and, being honest, a change of thinking along with your perception of the world. The world is energy. It will always be energy. Sound is created by energy. A touch requires energy. To break a heart requires energy. To heal a heart, even more.

Your inner dialogue, from your conscious mind, controls your subconscious thoughts. What you think, is what you will be. Your body means nothing, when all is said and done, with your mind ravaging your energy and life. It’s taken a long, long time for me to reach this place and, above all, I’m thankful. Sure, it’s going to take further time, before I grasp my mind to change the ‘old’ stories. I no longer wish to see the world from whatever platform I sat upon. I know, I’m more grounded than I’ve ever been, but there’s still scars to bypass. Wait… no, I’m already far further than the scars, left upon my person. I’ve visualised a new person. I’ve seen the end of the race. It ‘felt’ amazing. It’s here, now, within me. From within, your form is created. Why waste time feeling bad? Believe. Become what you believe by changing your thoughts.  “It’s hopeless!”  Yes, it is, if you keep ‘saying’ it’s hopeless.

Believe. You, just you, are the most complete version of yourself (if you believe). Deny the voice within. Stall the never-ending dialogue that tells you that A is B. It isn’t. Explore. Talk Communicate. Explain. Resolve. It’s easier than we believe. Once you’re complete, become complete again and again. Learn. Achieve. Embrace knowledge and understanding. Do NOT let your conscious mind control your world. It will and can destroy everything. After all…

I am.