Tag: fulfilment

Back in 2018

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This was the first book I published back in 2018. The title of the book, You Cannot Put a Picture in My Frame of Mind, comes from lyrics to a song I had written back in 1999. In the late 90’s to early 2000’s, I was lead guitarist for a death metal band here in Houston, Texas. Nothing ever became of the band, because I quit when I decided to check myself into a drug and alcohol rehabilitation center. This book is a culmination of song lyrics, daily journal entries, and dream journal entries, which I had written pre and post sobriety. I sobered up to save my life, yet throughout the years, I sometimes question if it was all worth it. Sometimes it is yes; sometimes it is not yes. It’s interesting how life can take you to places, which you never thought you would experience. The highs and lows seem to balance themselves out: flatlining. I have no words of wisdom, or “deep” philosophical insights, which no one truly gets. I have nothing for you today, except for you to enjoy your life. If you do not experience life, it might turn on you like a rabid dog, and experience you.

Winter’s Breath

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Contained within the blowing breeze, the crisp chill of winter’s breath, breathing through the trees, feeling the Earth’s bodily dirt sift itself through my fingers; this is my eternal home. Although, I am well aware that one day, I will not be standing upon the Earth, as I will find myself lying within its womb. Back from which I came. From life to death, from death to life; another life lived, another death relived. I am still the same from one life to the next. Nothing can change my nature, as I possess the same consciousness from one life to the next. Only the circumstances change, as the air I breathe and my paradigms remain the same. There is nothing new contained within the Sun of a lost and dying age. There is nothing new contained within my thoughts of an undying anger and rage. The confusion is not real, as it is a mechanism designed to sterilize the fertilized womb. This is where regret, chastity, and morality go to slumber in the womb of their tomb. The blowing breeze still calls upon me. I can feel its chilling calls reverberate within my chest cavity. It is the mother’s voice, calling her children home. It is that specific nurturing feeling you know exists within your mind, but have yet to experience it within your heart. Within each incarnation, I search throughout the life I am currently inhabiting, in order to fill this illusive nurturing within my heart. I specifically reincarnate myself and travel from rebirth to rebirth, just to fill the voided hole, which lives deep within my blackened heart. After all of my travels through my incarnations, I am just now beginning to learn how to live with this void within my heart. It is not as bad as you might think it to be, as it has been Æons, since I have not felt pain within my heart. I have now fully come to the understanding in which the void I felt within my heart, no longer requires to be filled from any type of external nurturing. I always thought I needed some type of external fulfilment, but now I have come to the complete understanding, in which I am my own fulfilment, as I require nothing from outside of myself. Within each incarnation into this physical material realm, I am able to forge deeper into my consciousness; communing deeper into my consciousness’s internal nature.