DEEP MIRROR: DAY THREE HUNDRED FIFTY EIGHT WHAT IS YOUR PURPOSE?

I have been told we are all just a reflection of each other. You are me as much as I am you. A DEEP MIRROR of constant back and forth of thoughts, actions, realities, and the strength of knowing exactly what we all know. Do you know what it is to know? How do you know? What do you know and how did you know how to know it? The Great Mystery of all of us as One, wishing and dreaming, fearing and wondering, believing and receiving, doing and yes knowing. Please seek and soar all that you are and embrace those magical mysterious gifts that you know you have oh so deeply.

TIP THE SCALES: DAY THREE HUNDRED FIFTY SEVEN WHAT IS YOUR PURPOSE?

Growing up in a world where all of us are judged upon our looks, our health, our wealth, what diet we follow, how and what we drive or don’t drive, who we have as our friends, where we went to school, what kind of family we grew up in, our career path etc etc etc… In my childhood I grew up on athletic fields, was active, grew up fast and vast, and loved to eat a wide variety of sweet and savory as quick as I can talk. Those who know me sure know I can chat, and love to indulge in the tasty sweet and spicy abundance at all hours of the day. As I grew into my adolescence and slowed down my activities, plus with the invention of video games, (not a big gamer, but loved sports games since I love competition) and the innovation of Processed Food America, I began to round out the handles with rolls where Sweet&Low was sprinkled on my Kix and morning dieted grapefruits with lunchtime carrot celery sticks with peanut butter raisins that cut the hunger. Then there was the introduction of early teenage SlimFast or Ensure twice a day with a sensible dinner that was served with a boneless 98% fat free chicken with side steamed greens that didn’t have a prayer to put a dent into my billowing waistline since I never gave up the cravings. I TIP THE SCALES today close to 180 and stand 6’2”, but back in the day I got as high as 225 when the booze was bubbling and I was binging the high carb high fat cookie monster pastry living diet where my cardio was hitting the B and living the HighLife with a smile as wide as my Irish-BlueAsian glazed eyes.   

LISTEN FROM WITHIN: DAY THREE HUNDRED FIFTY SIX WHAT IS YOUR PURPOSE?

I think so many of us avoid or don’t trust our intuition, or don’t believe in its power, and can’t realize that what we LISTEN FROM WITHIN can make a difference if we choose to follow it. We all face doubt, I can’t stand it, but we all give in it to it or hold back because of its persuading manipulative ways. I believe if we can just decrease the amount of energy we spend on over analyzing situations, stop allowing this impacting fear that is dumped on us to ruin our day, and just lead a more peaceful and simplistic lifestyle filled with more follow through, less distractions, and being proactive, then we can feel much more empowered, and do more with positive results.

TELL ME TODAY: DAY THREE HUNDRED FIFTY FIVE WHAT IS YOUR PURPOSE?

This is how I feel and see all that is in front of me wishing and waiting, wandering and wondering, when and where. There has been so much wasted time, energy, thought, water, food, action, days and fucking days of putting things off for another tomorrow that turns into tomorrow. On and on and on please TELL ME TODAY if you can, how can I put an end to this non-stop guilt of non-completion of life changing ideas and visions that are waiting in the dried weeds of my welcoming waking soul? A gift we all have is vision, the passion to create and celebrate those gifts is another, but what I lack and have to overcome is the action of a focused fierce follow through and set the records of my history straight by bringing to the surface my set of loving and wonderful skills and ideas of uniting our drifting races and bring my passions to the people. Are y’all willing and able to give me an accepting chance?

I CAN REMEMBER: DAY THREE HUNDRED FIFTY FOUR WHAT IS YOUR PURPOSE?

Have you ever seen the inside of a brain? Maybe on the television or in biology class? How delicate, pure, intelligent, wired, flowing, impacting, complex, confusing, influential , divine, developmental, judging, reactive, blissful, and damaged is that specified organ?  The stress we put ourselves through, the sleep that is sacrificed, the habits we surrender to, and our diet that we choose to lead, all play a major role in how we function, the hope for our future, and the ability to sustain a long fulfilling life. I CAN REMEMBER all that I have put myself through; drug use, rough athletic play, sleep deprivation, dieting, judging, yelling, depression, heartache, straining…no more please. We are all sacred souls. Mind & Body

BROUGHT TO TEARS: DAY THREE HUNDRED FIFTY THREE WHAT IS YOUR PURPOSE?

Our experienced encounters and our up bringers’ ways surely form and mold how we choose to lead our way among a world filled with shocking chaos, glorious joy, damaging/needy victimized souls, and blossoming hopeful roads that take us on our smiling journey in all directions and more. Breathe deeply, let out slowly, give yourself intention, with knowing action that can and will provide a guide inside you that can shine within the passion of others. I am BROUGHT TO TEARS from strolling families, magical movies, innocent love, sleeping animals, gracious giving thoughts, and my own redeeming accomplishments where I have overcome adversity or bring goodness to the day today.

CORE SUPPORT: DAY THREE HUNDRED FIFTY TWO WHAT IS YOUR PURPOSE

I truly strive to have the self-confidence to believe in all that I pursue and do, but in my mind without a true sense of a strong grounded foundation within all facets/arenas within my every day, I feel lost and on shaky earth. Yes I fight distractions, mind-flight, ongoing battle of energy priority, and my Aquarius heart, but a CORE SUPPORT from the inside out and my surrounding bout, is such a must for my completion. A sighed sense of relief will occur as I lay down the focused gauntlet of responsibility and my abilities to produce all that my potential screams for me to do. Close out folders created years ago with end results and proposals submitted to those that will accept and be visionaries by my side. Crunches and leg lifts, sustain the strength of a directed middle with my eyes on a prize fight that will require, demand, and lift me up towards skies and buildings that will set and fall, but I will improve, transform, and keep me firm