The great Bob Dylan has my eternal thanks for this one.

Great, I wonder if Bob thought he was great?

Probably not.

He was called the voice of his generation.

I wonder how that effected Bob?

This is the problem with celebrity.

People worship the Conduit but don’t pay attention to his words.

For this reason…

Think about it.

I know celebrity is coming for me.

How i handle it is going to be seen by you all.

I hope and pray you each hold me accountable every moment of every day.

I’m just me, no different than any of you.

I’m an emotional being who feels as we all do.

Don’t ever let me forget that.

If I forget to say please and thank you, say something.

I’m not better than any of you.

I’m just different in the role i have in life.

I’ve accepted my role.

It’s a big role, but don’t let it go to my head.

Insult me and see if i can make it worse.

I’m humble, meaning approachable.

Anywhere I am if you know me, and don’t come and give me a hug, I’ll be hurt.

I’ll forgive you, but you’ll know you hurt me.

Fuck everything you know, the truth is wilder than you know.

I’m telling myself some shit.

As I write, it has more than one meaning.

I have a surprise coming my way tomorrow.

I’m told I’ll love it.

I’m telling my conscious mind nothing even though my subconscious already knows through the substrate.

This is mastery.

Allowing others to give you a surprise they know you’ll love.

Giving them that respect instead of getting into others minds with out permission.

I respect myself and I don’t want any uninvited guests in my head so I refuse to be in yours unless you give me verbal confirmation.

I think that’s fair.

The conscious mind is a lens for the subconscious.

If we allow ourselves to listen to the inner voices of God  and Lucifer,  Mom, and Dad, we would grow a lot more.

Now I’m just high.

I do this so that you know I can do stupid shit. I know it’s stupid, its why I do it. Cause I know how stupid I’m not.

Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose.