I have spent the night here so many times, I should probably leave a toothbrush and some toothpaste. Maybe I should also leave some clothes to wear for the next day. The intentions change, but that feeling I get within the pit of my stomach never does. I should not be here, yet I always find myself returning back to this strange place, along with that nauseous feeling within the pit of my stomach. There was one intention, whom I had a tremendous affection for, but she could not get right with herself. You know the type; thinking about thinking, then thinking some more about thinking. What a self-depriving and tedious task, these types must live through; loving and craving every attention seeking moment within it. We really should not give these types of sheeple a hard time, as their gods have already punished them, by giving them the life they are currently living. Or, they have already punished themselves, by choosing the life they are currently living. I am sure you are wondering what or where this place is, I am referring to. Well, it is not an actual physical location, as much as it is a place hidden within one’s inner self. It is a dark place within your chest cavity. A dark place where all of your rejected intentions, permanently go to hibernate for the rest of your life. I have experienced many rejected intentions, too many to remember. I used to take these types of intentions personal, as these days I no longer take anything personal. Sometimes, it can be challenging, when there is an intention, which wants nothing to do with you. It will look directly into your eyes, and this intention will look past you, as though you do not exist. This intention wants nothing to do with you. I have been here before many times. I sometimes think it is going to be different, but it never is. I would like to know the truth hiding within one’s intentions, as I am seeking this truth hidden within mine. This is one of the reasons, as to why I live within my own atmosphere. I rarely come out of it, and I rarely allow anyone to come in to disturb me. Comfort of the heart, the mind, and the soul, are of the utmost importance. This can be especially true, when one finds comfort within their own heart. The heart is a fragile love, a love which needs to be nurtured and cared for. It cannot be abused, nor should it ever be ignored. Now, this is when the true magic happens; giving your heart to an affection of yours, and it is ignored. This is how you know the true intentions of your offered affection. Whatever the results may be, it is important to accept them, and to thoroughly move on with your life. Look at your life as a sensitivity experiment; when each intention passes, the next intention will be easier to withstand. Building up your tolerance, is the best exercise for the heart, mind, and soul. If you are living within this vibration, you will experience many intentions throughout your lifetime. It is important to keep in mind, that it is not the intention you have to pay attention to, as it is the way you react to the intentions you are presented with. In this life, one can only control the reaction to an experience, not the actual experience itself.
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An Undying Truth
It can seem daunting at times; standing in front of your mirror, and seeing yourself for who and what you truly are. There are many of the others, who lack the capacity or the ability to take on such an undertaking. You never have been like the others; knowing exactly who and how you are, as you possess the truth of sight and understanding; knowing exactly who and what you are within the core of your inner nature. When you stand in front of your mirror, and glimpse into the individual standing before you; there is an undying truth which is wholeheartedly staring right back at you. As a grown man standing before your mirror, you can see the little boy you once were; standing and staring right back at you. The external world changed, molded, and eventually tortured the dreams, which were once contained within you. These dreams are still contained within your heart, yet they have seemed to be tucked away for safe keeping, and to remain protected from the vulturous-handed external world. Now is the time to allow these dreams to be freed from within; allowing them to live and breathe on their own. Your inner dreams possess their own consciousness, as they desire nothing more than to be known; living and breathing their own way of life within the manifestations of the external realm. By trying to keep these dreams hidden away from the surface world, they are slowly being suffocated and denied life. This is not the purpose of dreams, as they were created and designed to be free and to live on their own. You have cultivated and nurtured them to the point of maturity, now you must release them upon the external realm, just as you must release yourself upon the external realm.
Dead Gardens
I have played in the dead gardens of attention seekers before in the past. The ignorant who plant their futures in the dead gardens do not have much to offer, as there is even less to plant within the stench of its necrotic soil. I never could understand those who enjoy frolicking within the diseased soil these stench filled necrotic gardens provide for others to waste away within. There are many of the others who enjoy complaining about their tedious lives, as the defeat and rejection of life gives them something glorious to obsess about. I put all of my obsessions to death a long time ago, as I never could understand those who enjoy digging up dead memories from the past. One would think these others who enjoy the trivial obsessions which they create for themselves within their lives, is somewhat enjoyable and satisfies some type of dismal urge from deep within their empty souls. Surprisingly enough, this is how many of the others within this world live their lives. When I see them aimlessly walking the streets, they possess this curious look, which is floating solemnly within their lost eyes. It is as though life, and the way they live within it, is steadily strangling them from the inside out. This is not a bad way to be put to death if one does not know any better. These attention seekers are something else; aren’t they? Why the hell would they think you or I would have a care about them or their needless lives? I truly believe social media makes the others and their kindred sheeple, feel as though they are more important than what they really are. It is truly astonishing but mostly depleting, how these numbed-out, braindead social media enthusiasts believe their meaningless lives are actually important. Human life is not as valuable as many of the others believe it to be. If this was in fact the case, more of the others would place a higher value on life, especially their own.
G.G. Kalfas 