As much as this title is weird as fuck, it describes my life and thank you Sturgill Simpson for this one.

The next song Peace Easy Feeling by the Eagles.

I started writing a text book, and I like to write blog, so I’m writing on this blog.

The Abnormal Psychology of a Conduit.

I had an issue with abnormal, but I figure I’m not normal so abnormal it is.

This is scary shit.

Fuck it, I’m doing anyway.

This is how I got to be me. A series of scary shit and I said fuck it, I’m doing it anyway.

Why let fear paralyze me?

It makes no sense. I push through it knowing I got to do it. I can let the fear make it a miserable experience or I can push though the fear by saying fuck it.

In that moment I take the power back. I know I will survive whatever, so now it’s time to do it.

That takes less than a fraction of a second for my mind to set it’s course. Once my mind is made up, there is no changing it unless one can show a more efficient way.

Fear is not efficient. However fear can cause one to find efficiency. It can motivate one to know the most efficient way to do something.

I fear writing an actual text book, all the reviews and peer reviews and shit like that. Fear has given me the efficient way to write it, on my blog.

I figure if anyone can understand what I write, why should I charge anyone for anything I write?

I can come up with justifications left and write. I’ve already done that.

This is it.

This is why I don’t make money for being a Táltos. In ancient times a shaman would have another job because what he did for people he wouldn’t  charge them.

Those who need, need.

It is a mockery of shamanism that any one shaman makes a living as a Shaman.

Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose.