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Jupiter's Chironic Kiss

The Individual path.

Labels stripped

Connections unplugged

Information overload.

Emotions swell

Loneliness grows.

The Self is true

Without compromise?

Reconnecting sought

World a mess

Where to begin?

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Due to Tumblr's inability to post the whole of my recent writing I am sharing it via Substack link. I hope you enjoy.

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BLOOMING MENTAL BATTLES: see post below.

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Blooming Mental Battles

Without the individual awareness, any crowd or group formation way of thinking gets easily adopted by each; giving the illusion of a free forming and individualistic thought. If we’re not actively generating our own thoughts (electric), we passively absorb others’ ideas (magnetic). The balance between the two is the healthy state of a mind. The mind is a very fertile domain where endless thoughts can grow. Who is planting the seed in your domain? What is the purpose of planting it? How is your mental garden curated?

Spending a lot of time arguing with foolish thoughts causes you to become them. If you plant a seed in the ground it needs the basics to survive and grow; sunlight, water and a clean environment. The mind grows beliefs and behaviors with the basic need of focus in order to take root. If two individuals are arguing their point of views with the same mannerisms, blaming and name calling as an example, instead of passing intellectual thought processes back and forth for real conversation, then neither is that different from the other in behavior. It is like two magnets repelling each other; neither is able to see they are the same thing, a magnet, while both are absorbing the thoughts of others for whoever's' “side” they’re expressing. Ironically the argument could be likely pointless then, as they may both be wrong without knowing how to curate their own rooted thoughts and behavior.

In the dual reality that is ours being experienced, much is based on electric or magnetic behaviors. The Sun’s energy is electric as it is absorbed into the Magnetic Earth. Men have the electric energy, as their energy aligns with the Sun daily and the women align with the Moon cycles which reflect magnetic energy as well. Children are naturally magnetic, they take everything in and absorb it to create their mental domain; the first seven years of life is especially accounted for and then they begin the process of creating individualistic thought. Sadly most adults seem to grow up never knowing how to balance a self generating electric thought and harbor much of their absorbed seeds; what could be the reason for the practice of their own individualistic electric projections to be stunted, hindered or even severely damaged? The roots run deeper as we age if we do not tend to our mental gardens; it should be a necessity to clean out any weeds that are the thoughts and beliefs of others. How much beneficial would each be to society if this focus was applied to us all at a young age?

All this to say, we will obviously have proper and good agreements with others, there is always a truth to something and there are those that align with it or with ideas close to it along their own individual path. It is only important to have a tending to our mental garden so that we can arrive at universal balance. Striving for the harmony of an internal and external reality. While agreeing with a large number of people on a specific thought or idea it needs to be noted that we should refrain from linching ourselves to the whole group and creating some variation of identity with them. Such as in politics, siding with a platform that aligns with your personal or individual beliefs or desires for society is certainly bringing like minded people together. However, each person within their path and karma of life is very different, and in no way shape or form should everyone be lumped together as a mass unified person. How do those mental domains behave, and does that allow an individualistic garden to bloom and grow into the endless of self empowerment? The core reality of human consciousness proves we are not meant for that.

We also have to consider this, from the moment we are conceived, someone else's thoughts influence us, our bodies pick up on the energies of those around us and care for us. We are in a constant battle of knowing what is truly ours and what is anothers in regard to perception of reality; yet very few are aware of this battle and most just surrender knowing or believing there to be no other truths than the roots taken within. We only desire comfort and acceptance for the base of human physical and emotional survival; never realizing we are just minds trying to grow like trees, unified and connected from above and below.

“Earth laughs in flowers.” Ralph Waldo Emerson

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The Smallest Minority

To Be is aesthetic in essence; to See is an objective action with a subjective reaction - an idea concluded via the invisible nature of Mind. This Mind, though intangible, is swayed by the world’s chorus, shaping what we see and how we define ourselves. Do we emphasize subjective input shaped by a collective output, thereby replacing our aesthetic essence to the point of losing the meaning of Being?

We are so amazed and bedazzled by one-of-a-kind rarities that our eyes, ears, hands, nose, and tongue can prove as real. How quickly we lose the connection to the rare source of where this feeling comes from. There is no meaning, no amazement, without us to bestow them. Meaning is not of the five senses nor of feeling, yet all the world’s importance exists because each of us, together, chooses to make it so. If we did not do this, nothing would be important, beautiful or good. The root of that power lies within - unseen, felt and shaped by us as Beings.

What are you considering good and beautiful, important or truthful? Is that your own meaning, forged in the depths of the only true experience one can have, from thy Self? Be sure to know; don’t trade the pulse of your inner Being for a louder, borrowed rhythm—one that drowns out the source of your own meaning. The beat must be True.

Being our True Self is not the same as being who we expect everyone to accept us as. We get backed into a corner, feeling the weight of identity at a young age. Survival kicks in—social acceptance, familial acceptance equals survival. An idea develops of who we think we are, or need to be, based on what appears to be the best form to protect our sense of existence and belonging. The false self needs the approval of others in order to exist, no matter our belief on our "uniqueness", it is an echo of others living the same anxiety-formed masks. Pressuring us to accept how they appear. The cycle creates itself, a cycle of falseness, perfectly imperfectly, so that many are able to slip through its own faults. We can break free, it was never more powerful than us.

The smallest minority in the world is the individual, and yet society deems such a thing to be negative and unacceptable. The power of so much false self-hood acts as a machine, producing more of itself; the same product with just slightly different features and details. It should be asked: Where is the power to give life meaning in this virus of falseness? The True Self needs no applause—but appreciates authentic connections. How might our world shine with us if we lived as our Selves?

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Erased Beginnings

In the beginning there was the word, but I erased it.

In the middle there was the reason, but I skipped it.

In the end is the new beginning, that's how I kept it.

Don't over think, it won't stick.

Don't over feel, it won't stay.

Don't over do, it won't last.

Don't over speak, it won't arrive.

Don't overlook, it looks over you.

This time is unseen despite the attempts.

The truth is a limit-like embrace.

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Why So Serious?

We’re all at play, the camera always on. The lights—whether bright or dim—reveal us all. Every day, we dress ourselves in notions of who we are and step into the world, seeing others through our own ideas of them. Meanwhile, they weave their own beliefs about themselves—and about us. We’re all mistaken when we cling to beliefs we insist are right.

Then the sun sets, storm clouds gather, and we run for cover or slip into sleep, leaving behind the world of ideas and serious thought. It’s not real when we’re asleep, so how serious can it be if we can’t stay awake forever? Our eyes and minds aren’t built to process everything our five senses capture every moment. So why do we wait until sleep—or exhaustion—forces us to let go? Couldn’t we release it all while still awake? We have the power to do so, don’t we?

It’s a choice, not like a computer programmed to follow a single function. Yet we convince ourselves we must cling to others’ opinions, as if we can’t function without them. It’s foolish to hold on to their beliefs. What happens when they’re gone? Then it’s just you holding that opinion, while they’re done with it. What good does it do you now, when you once had your own perspective before replacing it?

What would the world look like if we lived as we intended, trusting ourselves to know who we are and trusting others to do the same, free from interference? How might that feel? Natural? Is this the flow we see in the imperfect perfection of trees and flowers—growing, dying, and nurturing new forms of life?

Nature must be laughing at us, once creatures of caves and forests, struggling to express our invisible inner conversations. As far as we know, humans are the only beings with a conscious sense of identity—and we’re clearly still new at it. Take the police, who solemnly stop people for speeding slightly, yet remain novices in self-awareness, far from fully embracing who they are. We demand the world be orderly and good, yet many admit their inner selves feel messy and confusing.

Stretch your arms as far as you can, and you’ll grasp almost nothing compared to the vast universe we imagine touching. Yet we pour all our effort into controlling that world, setting ourselves up for failure by our own ambitions. Who gave us this desire to control and shape the external world? What did they promise we’d gain from all this effort?

Now imagine: what would happen if we directed all that effort inward? How might the whole world change? How might it shift?