Gifted.

We’ve all heard it, such and such is gifted.

What does it mean to be gifted?

Depends on what you mean?

Opinion weighs in heavily with terms such as gifted.

It depends on what one means by gifted.

I don’t have gifts, I have abilities.

God given abilities.

Why would I want it to be gifts, or to be seen as gifted?

We are all one within God.

Walk by Foo Fighters just started.

Getting good at starting over
Every time that I return

Learning to talk has been a worthwhile endeavor.

I’m having to learn to walk again.

Fragmentation has hit my legs.

Think about it.

Concrete.

When I go the park, my legs are fine.

Walking around town, I get 30 sec to a minute walking time then I stand still for 30 sec because the pain in my left thigh hits an 8 or 9 on the pain scale.

This started a couple weeks ago.

It took me an hour to walk to Oregrown. Typically it would be a half hour walk.

I can take the pain. I used to hit level 10 daily.

Chronic pain is nothing to laugh about. I’ve been there and done that. Oh fuck how it hurt.

Yet I’m grateful to be alive and I give thanks to everything for existing as it does.

Think about it.

It took the sum of all things for you to wake up today.

When I wake up each morning, I woke up today and the rest is gravy.

I forgive everyone of everything so that I can put peace in my heart, mind and soul.

This is how I greet each and everyday.

This is not how I used to greet the day. I used to be pissed the fuck off when I woke up.

No one wanted to talk to me, even me. However, I couldn’t get away from myself.

We never can get away from ourselves. We can try, but we fail.

Why not get in touch with why we want to get away from ourselves. Ask ourselves what is it about me that I don’t even want to be around me?

Then change yourself so that you like your own company.

I love myself.  I judge myself harshly to make sure I behave in a manner that anyone would love to have me as a friend.

If you can’t be your own best friend, why?

I talk to myself frequently because that’s God I’m talking to. My soul is a piece of God.

An tiny fragment of a tiny fragment in the universe. I’m not God, but God gives me the view of what God sees.

Telepath.

When someone asks me questions I can see what they mean and I can tell them what I see.

Think of it as you focus me. What do you need to know about or want to know about. As I see I share and we both learn.

This is part of my abilities that goes to waste because people don’t as me shit.

The shit we could learn, we.

Have a blessed one and be excellent always.