The world.

I’d like to meet each and every one of you from this planet.

We all do, or we get worse.

It’s our choice, and our choices that make our life.

Make wise choices.

None.

I don’t like to be comfortable,  if I’m comfy. I’m asleep.

Uncomfortable,  I’m awake.

Take the double meaning.

I dream of traveling in outer space.

I would give away everything to live in harmony with the rest of the world.

I love blues based rock n roll.

Why would anyone consider themselves an authority on any given subject?

That would be opinion.

I don’t do opinions. 

The whole idea of romance is a marketing tool to get people to buy shit.

Show her your love with a gift from Kay Jewelers. 

I could go on and on and on and on.

Romance is a marketing tool used to get people to buy things for the ones they love.

Romance is the word used by propagandists to get you to feel as if you need to buy something to show her you love her.

There’s 3 perspectives to show you the truth.

All day every day.

I just don’t do it on social media because then I would be bragging.

Don’t brag unless you’ve done something that makes you think, if I saw someone else…

It scares me how many people think civil war is a good thing.

Those people have never fought on a war and seen someone’s head get blown off.

I have listened to many war time veterans who saw combat.

One dude, he was the only survivor from a battle in a village. To watch him explain it, he was there in that moment stuck in time.

That’s where I come in. I cleared him out and it never pained him again.

I’m a healer.  Soul healer. 

I fix souls.

The art of leading to the answer, yet not giving the answer and making them figure it out on their own.

It takes a tremendous amount of patience.

Bruce Lee,  I’m sure some of you have heard of him.

He said he couldn’t teach anyone a thing, he could only make them think, and even that was an attempt to make them think.

I work to make people think, I make the attempt.

People never cease to amaze how centered they are on themselves. 

I have a student learning life isn’t about him. He’s taking punishment that he’s dishing out on himself to get himself the learn.

I channel the higherself. You talk to you through me.

Your higherselves are the greatest teachers I have honor and privilege to channel.

It’s a privilege to do what I do.

When I wake up I have a habit of saying I woke today, the rest is gravy.

No day is ever promised to anyone of us.

That we wake up, that’s a miracle I’m and of itself..

That’s where gratitude comes from. Being by yourself with no social media.

You have to be grateful without telling a soul.

You can tell people, but if you truly are grateful, it’s a personal thing, and no one knows what you have to be grateful for other than God, the universal  consciousness,  the  big u.

Why tell people?

That’s not being humble. That’s hubris. Meaning if tell everyone on social media how grateful you are,  you showing off.

That’s not what spirituality is. That’s the opposite of what spirituality is.

And if one wants to argue,  bring it.

Yes.

It’s my life.

I got born a Táltos,  the only way one van be Táltos is to be born one.

I don’t know what the other Táltos mission is. Mine is to channel God,  the universal consciousness,  the big u.

I never wanted to channel anything, much less the holy of holies.

However, it has its perks.

Try arguing with God and see how that works?

God speaks through me, as me. Posession 101.

God possesses people the same way demons do.

Now, I get that most people, think I’m guano.

Oh well, it’s still true.

Ask questions about your life and see what happens.

I dare you.

I know what will happen, you get the best advice money can’t buy.

It’s my day, every day.

I wake up, and I say, “I woke up today, and the rest is gravy.”

No day is a given. We should be grateful simply to be alive.

Complications are the “devils” tool.

Metaphor.

Think about your life and what you think is complicated.

I’ll do my life.

Nothing is complicated until we make it needlessly so.

I see so many needless complications in every society.

This is how I start my day.

I have a smoke with two hits of weed, or hash, or keef. This helps me calm down after I wake up.

It takes me an hour to wake up and shake off the shit I took on while I slept.

I’m an empath, and this is part of my self care.

Then breakfast. Egg and two sausage. I cook.

I cook the sausage then I add some butter for the egg, that has milk,Worcestershire sauce, garlic powder,  Paprika, Himalayan salt, rosemary, and Turmeric.

You can’t say you eat anything that is good for you unless you know what’s in it.

Then, I pace and sit and wonder while I go about my day.

If I need to go to the store,  I walk. I use my bag that slings across my back.

Or, if I don’t need the bag, I carry whatever it is in my hands.

I let my life determine my work out.

At work, I’ll mop and do laundry, and do dishes or whatever else these veterans need me to do.

I let my life determine my work out.

I don’t need to worry about my weight, I eat sensibly and avoid sugar mist the time.

I don’t drink because alcohol destroys the brain and pickles the body.

I do drink coffee,  3 cups a day. I use honey, and dark chocolate almond milk.

I do this because I have ADHD.  Coffee helps me focus, and the dark chocolate helps with emotional balancing.

Every part if my day i work at being at peace. 

I forgive everyone of everything throughout the day every day. 

This is how I build peace within myself.

At night I smoke and I put 4-6 hits of only weed so I can sleep.

I have ADHD.  If I don’t smoke weed,  I get 3 hours of broken sleep a day, and I usually will be up for a day and half through the full moon.

With weed, I sleep 6-8 hours getting solid sleep.

I care for myself well.

I like being well.

I speak well.

I live well.

Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose.

Stupid game on my phone.

Not scrambled, folded with extra butter.

The way my Grandma Marie used to make me when I was a child.

He wasn’t my hero, he was a tremendously gifted philosopher.

After I read his book, I devoured everything I could on eastern philosophy, and martial arts.

I have an I.Q. of 215.

I never liked the movies, I loved his philosophy.

I’ve read that the Hungarians were nomads that came from the Ural mountains.

If one can find another land that nomads won’t ever give up, nice try.

Hungarians have been conquered more than most. Because they have no qualms with marrying their captors,  they have Asian, Persian, and Eastern European. 

This where I, a Hungarian,  want to visit.

I love learning.

I channel.

I teach in order to learn.

Works like this.

The deal I set with the universal conciseness,  I can learn anything as long as it is shared with at least one person.

I share with everyone writing this blog.

Zeus and His Daughters has more truth in it than I can say.

That’s your decision to accept or deny based on your life.

This is why i love being me.

I’m doing what I want to do.

Not everything, but that will simply a matter of time.

I love taking care of disabled veterans.

I love writing my books.

I love my life.

What else do i use daily?

My life.

I use my life daily to help those who need assistance.

I have a favorite category of moments.

My son.

Catching him as his mother through him as the midwife did this Kung fu move to get the placenta out.

Playing Kung fu death grip with him on my lap when was not even 1.

His first day of school. He looked at me as if to say, “I’m here dad, get the fuck out of here, you can’t stay,  this is for me.”

Everytime we did the dude routine.

Everytime we do the “have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose “

“Be bodacious. “

“Fuck yeah”

Watching him grow has been a privilege and an honor.

I love being The Dudes Dad.

It’s against my nature to tell what good deeds I did today.

Let your good deeds be done in secret.

One should never boast about one’s good deeds.

Doesn’t matter how you say it, it’s true, damn true.

Now that I got that out of the way, my day was nothing but good deeds all day.

It started with a friend who needed to go to Walmart.  My friend is a disabled Navy veteran. 

I borrowed my roommates car, an Audi. The same make and model my friend used to drive.

We went to Walmart and the scooters we’re being charged. So I pushed my friend through Walmart for about an hour.

Then we went and got Chinese food. My favorite. 

I love my friend, and I got to make him happy today.

Then, right after I got home, a friend of mine FaceTimed me, and we spent a good hour talking.

My friend is an author as well.  We shared writing tips,  and I shared with him the last book I ever read by Pete Conrad,  THE SUICIDE FLOWERS, you can find it on Amazon. 

Pete has no clue that I’m doing this. That’s the secret to this good deed.

I love my friend, and I love Pete Conrad. 

Then I wrote part 4 of Zues and His Daughters.  I wrote it before I wrote this. 

It’s kind of my daily thing.

I used to write 6 articles daily.

I may not go that bat shit,  but I can write a motherfuck ton.

That is my passion.

I just got done writing Zeus and His Daughters for the night, and I saw this.

I work at myself to be a better human daily.

I believe that can make a difference for a few.

I’m reminded of the starfish story.

Some dude sees some child tossing starfish into the ocean.

He says “You can’t get them all, so why try?”

The child said “I made a difference to this one,  and this one,  and this one.” As they tossed more.

I know I can’t make a difference for the world, but I can make a difference in the lives I touch. 

That’s good enough for me.

Every season has something to offer.

In the summer, we get to go swimming.

In the fall, the leaves turn and everything looks beautiful.

I’m the winter, it gets cold and i can wear my coat.

I’m the spring, we get to watch life cone through again.

I van for anything I set my mind to, with music it gets done faster.

I’ve used tag lines before. Let me give you an example or a few.

The Movie Whore.

I watch the shittiest movies so you don’t have to.

This blog.

My LinkedIn in profile says this under my name.

The teacher’s teacher, the guides guide, and the master’s master.

Of course I know I’m not a master, but with LinkedIn,  who the fuck cares?

When I wrote the Soldiers For Peace blog.

Peace is our passion.

I used to write adverting for bebee.com for free.

Be a bee that flowers the garden, and one will be a bee to remember. 

For me, my tag line, what tag line, I come up with the lines at the drop of a hat.

If one disrespects another, it is because they have no self-respect.

When one gives respect, one gets respect.

If one needs to be disciplined by another, it means they failed to discipline themselves. 

Discipline is hard word work.

That’s why so many fail.

If one manages oneself, one knows their in a flow of life with different points of interest along the way.

Life is a journey without a destination,  but don’t forget the points of interest.

This is where one can learn as long as one is clueless.

If one thinks one knows something, they’ll never learn.

Two more things.

I let go of everything.

Say it until you do it.

What comes back is yours that you must deal with in order for your evolution to begin.

This Reiki recital is one i created more than 10 years ago.

Say it once a day to turn yourself into a healing generator.

The idea is to heal by healing.

I use the state of peace to transmute what i take in as an empath intonpure love healing energy that goes around the universe. 

It took years, so don’t let yourself discourage yourself.

That’s about it.

My clients.

I’m home care aide that works with disabled veterans.

I spend most of my time with old people,  people who understand respect.

That’s why I don’t like hanging out with most of the younger generation, they want respect, but they don’t give it.

I get that most people are on social media that wants one to delve into narcissism.

It is difficult to be on social media and not become a narcissist. 

I check myself for narcissism almost daily.

Why wouldn’t we all?

All it takes is being wrong and admitting it, even if it is only to yourself. 

I’ve changed my name before, and this is what it was.

James Carter, do you know how many James Carters there are?

I’m an author.

I figured if Michael J. Fox can do it, so can I.

The J stands for nothing in Micheal’s case.

As Mr. Fox has Parkinsons disease. He was a hero to my father.

My dad said if Michael J. Fox can get it, anyone can get it. It was a mantra he used, even though he wouldn’t say so.

I think I still have books on file with Max’s name.

Now, here is where it gets interesting.

I’m a medium.

I use a half mask as I channel, so I cut shit off if it needs to be done.

Max was the name I gave my mask.

The people who met Max, have zero clue who James is. I made sure they wouldn’t. 

I didn’t need people bothering my friends while I did shit that was dangerous.

If any of my friends knew what I was doing, well, they probably would have stepped back and watched.

I’m self conscious. 

If I was going to some guano crazy,  it was my responsibility,  no one else’s.

It was dangerous. I could have been killed more than once.

It’s just that l had shit to do and learn while I was doing shit. 

I’m vague on purpose,  because I don’t talk about others’ secrets.

People tell me their life story on a regular basis. I don’t ask, they just spill it.

Some people, it freaks them out,  some get it and find  comfort in me.

No judgment, I’m a Táltos not a judge.

However, most empaths have the same story.

Know you’re blessed and be excellent to prove it.

For me, it was Jeet Kune Do by Bruce Lee.

I never watched the movies. However, I adored his philosophy.

Take anything anyone will ever teach you and make it uniquely your own.

This has been my guiding light since I was 9.

While others were reading Where The Sidewalk Ends, I was deep into Eastern philosophy and martial arts.

Bruce was doing both.

Like the post is titled, I’m not normal.

Know you’re blessed and be excellent to prove it.

This will take a while, so get comfy, I’ve got a story to tell you about the last book I ever read and why.

It was more than 15 years ago that I met Pete  Conrad, he wrote the Suicide Flowers, the book, and the script.

When I met Pete,  I was using the name The Movie Whore. I wrote a film blog.

I’ve been using WordPress for close to 20 years.

Pete had an interview with Bruce Campbell, Evil Dead, the original, Ash vs The Evil Dead, that guy.  I was a fan of B.C. I used to go to his website frequently.

I put the interview up, and Pete and I became friends.

He sent me an autographed copy of The Suicide Flowers. I read it and fell in love with his work.

The story centered around a rock star nearing the end.  He does this publicity thing to meet a dude who has luekimia. He was a fan.

Throughout the book one can see it was a tale of personal strife. 

Pete’s cousins are Robert and Michael Cummings, better known as Rob Zombie and Spider from Powerman 5000.

Rob has zero contact with his family.  He doesn’t even talk to his brother.  Talks to his parents, and that’s about it.

Now, this was more than 15 years ago. Things may have changed.

Once I read the book, I started editing the script.  I became Pete’s editor. No pay, but I loved what I did.

Now, we were working to get this thing made, the script.

We went down to Hollywood. I saw the Great Kali, wrestler, and I got to meet Spider.

There was some shit that happened that was my responsibility,  well, we had this dinner.

After dinner I was standing outside the place next to The Troubadour, a rock bar. I was smoking a cigarette and Spider was telling me about this thing he and Pete were going to.

Then I said I’m from Chico,  and Spider got animated as fuck.

Told me how he almost died in Chico. I’m a telepath, I knew the moment he said it, what the punch line was.

I was an ass to him. I’ve apologized many times.

This story is why I never read another book unless I was editing for Pete.  Then I wrote my own books and I had a wonderful mentor.

Thank you for everything Pete Conrad, know you’re loved by many. Know you’re blessed and be excellent to prove it. 

Each and every one of us human beings has one thing in common, we’re all souls.

It’s why I don’t get racism.

We are all the same.

We have different faces, but each and every one of us is the same.

Why do we put anyone in a pedestal?

Why would anyone think they’re special?

Why would anyone think they have the right to anything?

All we have the right to do is survive.

We have a bill of privileges,  not a bill of rights.

It works in our best interest to work together to solve the world’s problems.

It’s a we thing.

It takes we the people to get off our asses and do shit.

I just wrote a whole thing on fear, and I realized I have nothing to fear but fear itself. Yeah, I know JFK said it first, but who wrote the speech?

Who wrote those words that we all remember?

The thing is, there truly are people that want us to be afraid.

Fear is the dark mirror of love.

Fear gets us loving ourselves first and foremost.

I don’t like fear. If I think for a moment u have anything to fear, fuck it in doing it anyway.

That’s what courage is.

Fuck it, I’m doing it.

That’s what I don’t understand anymore.

I don’t understand why we let them make us afraid.

I get guns and bombs, and that shit, I’m not stupid.

What if you had nothing to fear?

What would you do?

Where does fear come from?

That’s how I got over my fears.

Look at this way, I used to be afraid of needles, spiders, creepy crawly things, anything happening to my son, a lot of stuff.

What was I afraid of truly?

I was afraid I couldn’t control anything.

Then, I learned that control is an illusion.

The thing is we can’t control our own bodies.

What in the blue holy fuck makes anyone think they have any control whatsoever?

When I learned nothing is in control and everything is organized chaos, I understood there was nothing to be afraid of.

Everything works out the way it should. Not the way we think it should, but everything we think we control puts it out of our limits.

There is nothing to fear.

Fear is the dark mirror of love.

Fear is what makes us think of ourselves first and foremost. Letting opportunity skip right the fuck on by.

If we give love, we get love.

If we love ourselves, we love everyone else, because we’re all the same.

We each have different faces, but our souls are all the same.

This is why I have no fear of anything.

I know that I’m blessed, and I’m excellent to prove it.

Why should I fear anything?

I like telling the truth.

Let me explain.

I’m a Táltos,  a soul healer, and I channel the universal consciousness.

Throughout my life, I’ve always worked to be correct when I’m talking to anyone. If I’m incorrect, I get to learn what the correct thing is.

I look at my life and most people don’t like being corrected and I don’t like it.

They treat me as if I’m the devil, and all I do is tell the truth.

So how do you know it’s the truth?

I channel the universal conciousness, God. Who else knows the truth?

However, my life is joy filles because I always tell the truth.

Look at your life,  I’ll use mine since I’m me.

I work at my life, and life is my life’s work.

Everything I do is managed. 

I manage to wake up on time most days.

I manage to keep my place clean.

I manage my work schedule.

I manage to find time off.

I manage to relax.

Well, not so much relax,  I work at relaxing.

All of that management falls directly on me, it’s my responsibility to manage myself.

Why do I need to unplug?

Every couple of months, I do a staycation and talk to zero people so that i can recharge.

How do I know when that time is?

Every couple of months.

It’s worked into my life.

I think long-term.

I get that most people have a complex life of their own doing, yet they don’t see it.

I live a simple life.

I  have a complex mind, I like to keep things simple.

Know you’re blessed and be excellent to prove it.

I look at the friend I am.

I’m high school, I used to pick up a buddy on the way to school, and it was way out of my way. The guy reminded me of it a couple years ago.

When a buddy was having trouble with his wife, I told him what he needed to hear, not what he wanted to hear. They’re still married. This happened more than 15 years ago.

I gave my roommate some crystals to help him out. He’s an empath.

The thing is, a true friend does this and more. They think about what their friend needs first and foremost.

This is why intelligent people don’t have many friends.

I have 2 or 3 that i see regularly, and they give me what I give.

Know you’re blessed and be excellent to prove it.

Let’s start when I started getting paid.

That was when I was 6 years old. I figured me and the neighbor kids could wash cars for money.

Then I got a paper route when I was 13. Kids these days have no paper routes.

I remember folding newspapers,putting them in my bag. Putting the bag on my 12 speed that had the curve bars. That’s a bike for those who don’t know.

Then I worked for my dad doing drywall.  I was 14.

Then I got a couple of yards I could mow at 16.

Then, when I was 17, I went into the Air Force.

After I got out,I bounced a couple of jobs before I started working at ITI Marteting services.

That’s when I got 3 promotions by the time I was 23 and I was a manager. I had 350 people and 12 supervisors who reported to me.

Then I moved, and I started working at Ray’s Video, and I loved that job. I was 24

Then I really wanted to see the phantom menace, and I got a second job at the El Rey in Chico. I hate the phantom menace after watching it a few hundred times.

I’m 49, I’m not even close to being finished.

I worked at Sears and Kmart at the same time when I was 25.

Then  I went to united Healthcare. Stayed until I was 28. That’s when I got the opportunity to redesign the operating model for customer service.

From what I hear, it works so well, it’s what everyone uses who works in customer service everywhere.

Then I moved and went to work for T-Mobile.

Then, when I was 31, I moved again, and i started working for a company that went into places that had fire and water damage.

Then I got married and was a house spouse. That was my favorite job of all time.

I don’t get why women complain about taking care of their family. It was easy.

While doing the house spouse thing, I had a few jobs foe extra cash. Toys R Us, cab driver, night manager for a cab company, and Klean Kanteen, where I designed the operating model for the quality department and wrote the SOP guide,  and wrote a ton of SOPs.

Then my dad had parkisons and I took care of him for the last 7 years of his life.

Then I worked as a security guard.

Then I have this job, home care aide.

I take care of disabled veterans. That’s the job I’m proud of.

I get to go to a disabled veterans home and do whatever they need done.

Know you’re blessed and be excellent to prove it.

The long answer is I used to.

I was brought up in a Christian home.

I got saved when I was 5.

At that moment I had a vision.  God said he was sorry for what my life would be, but that I would understand at some point.

When I was 14, I had my baptism.

We did the baptizing at Sycamore pool in Chico, California. That’s where the city cemented a portion of Chico Creek, and they call it a pool.

The Church, Calvary Chapel, had a potluck at the park, and we did services at the park.

I was last in line. I watched as everyone in line got a short prayer and then a dunk.

Then, when Sam Allen got to me, he got possessed by the Holy Spirit.

He started praying that I was going to do great things for God and what a great man I was going to be.

It embarrassed the holy living shit out of me at 14.

Then he dunked me.

Then everyone that was at the park, in Chico, and I’m not sure how far they saw it. A cloud that looked like a man standing could be seen by all but me.

People kept pointing to it, and all I could see was blue skies.

From what I get from God, the universal consciousness,  you call it whatever works for you, what they saw that I couldn’t see, came from me. That’s why I couldn’t see it.

The pot luck,  they never ran out of food. They ran out of desserts, but the main line, never ran out of food.

It’s really weird that this is my life.

It reads like fiction. Truth is stranger than any fiction. I write fictional books, that’s how I know.

Even I think it’s weird, who has this as part of their life story, seriously.

After the baptism, my life went on and I didn’t like going to church because if we were to act as Jesus did,preach the sinners in any way that will get them to listen, why go to church?

However, I never thought that, but that’s what my higher self was doing through me.

I never knew I was a Táltos until around 37, I’m 49 now.

Now I understand what God meant that at one point I would understand.

This is the day that I understand my life and why I have to live it.

As any have read previously, I do spirituality,  not religion.

Religion tells you what to think about everything, but they don’t have the tools for the modern age.

Keeping us slaves to the religion.

Spirituality asks questions because it’s more concerned with understanding than knowledge.

If knowledge is power, then wisdom is understanding.

It takes understanding the knowledge to know if it is false and knowledge that is false harms your soul. 

Knowledge without understanding is a 4yr old with a gun.  Not good idea.

If one wants to get away from religion and walk into spirituality,  ask questions about your religion and you will find your spirituality.

Or

I let go of everything.

Say it until you do it.

That’s how to connect to your higher self.

Don’t be surprised if you start talking to yourself, that’s your higher self speaking through you.

Know you’re blessed and be excellent on purpose.

I was in my teens when personal computers got  created for the first time.

Children went outside to play, and no one knew where we were.

Fuck off internet.

I could go anywhere and no one could contact me because we had no cell phones.

Fuck off internet.

The internet is how I studied so much.

I used the stumbleupon feature in Firefox. 

For research, the internet is good to use.

For social media, well, their creating narcissists left and right.

Now, take a moment to understand that we have all the human history on the internet.

Now, take a moment to realize we’ve been at the computer for many years, putting emotion into the keyboard as we type.

Data and emotion.

Do you think we’ve created internet beings?

Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose

I get that most people have to work hard to master something or even be good.

I’m not most people, and I get most people are annoyed as fuck when I master something in less time than most people get a hang of it.

I just do shit.

I’m sorry I’m that good at most stuff.

I get it,  no one wants to be outshined.

Oh well, we just have to deal with it.

I’ll do what I do, and if I outshine anyone, my apologies.

Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose

That sums it up.

I have what I want and I want what I have.

I don’t pine after stuff.

I’m a holy man.

Why would why?

Think about it, where does the money go?

When you buy anything you make someone else richer.

I’m not about to make someone richer just because I needed food.

How much money does any need?

If one can pay the rent and their bills, they have it all.

I’m sure you want me to talk about wanting to talk to someone famous.

That’s a bunch of bullshit.

Fame is egocentric.

Wanting to talk to someone because their famous is also egocentric.

The difference between egocentric and narcissist is small.

Once you deny the truth, you’re on your way to becoming a full-blown narcissist.

Narcissism is what is killing this world and the people on it.

For the record, I’ll talk to anyone who can accept the truth. If one can’t accept the truth, they can stay as far away as possible.

I’d prefer they would die,  it would fix the world.

Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose

Not really.

I’m a holy man, why in the blue holy fuck would I care about a thing?

Everything is replaceable.  Pictures you keep in your mind.

We as a people care way too much about material things.

When was the last time you just sat and talked with someone?

That’s worth giving a shit about.

Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose

The only collection I have is my art.

Why do we collect useless shit?

I used to have a Red Dog beer bottle cap collection, why?

I look at collecting as trying to fill your life up with something that you don’t need but want.

That’s an emotional decision.

The wise do not make emotional decisions, however one can be a fool and make an emotional decision that is wise.

I’m healed, I don’t need to fill my life up with useless shit.

If I use it daily, I keep it. If not, I have a choice to make.

Why am I keeping this?

This is where I find out how greedy and gluttonous I am at that moment.

At times, greed and gluttony win.

That means I made an emotional decision.

Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose

Those who think about leaving a legacy, they are egocentric.

Think about it.

Why would one want to outshine the rest?

Do you now understand that it is egocentric to think about creating a legacy.

The me is what we think about, not thinking about the rest and what they do.  They do a lot for you.

No one ever wants to be a garbage man, a home care aide, lots of jobs that people don’t want to do.

It’s not flashy enough.

That people think their job makes them anything is stupid at best.

We are all connected, and all of us is the same.

Why would any want, desire, to have everyone know their name and they know nothing of the people.

That’s how narcissism gets created.

I don’t give a shit what you want, wants are the fasted way to lead yourself into the metaphorical hell.

Think about it.

What do you need to worry about as an important one?

What do you need to worry about doing what you’re doing?

People try to protect legacies.

Why?

It’s what holds humanity back.

Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose

Can’t stand cold weather,  and who thinks this up,  why in the hell would anyone want to read about cold weather?

I have dislocated two ribs and my shoulder.

However, I’ve never broken a bone.

I’ve had 3 head injuries that needed stitches. 

Two weeks ago, a dog attacked my electric scooter, and I biffed it hard.

Everyone has injuries, broken bones, or not.

The fact that we heal from the inside is what I find interesting.  Doctors really don’t do shit. They might give us some shit. However, it’s our bodies that do the healing.

All healing is self-healing. Even the Shaman that cured cancer. All he did was allow the person to heal themselves by using a plant to break through the barriers of resistance in their mind.

All healing is self-healing.

I’m a soul healer, one of the best. I don’t need to be the best. However, I work my ass off daily to make sure I can be counted among the best.

I don’t.

If I was to separate my life out in work and life, fuck that noise. I have one life and work pays for my life.

I haven’t been able to make money using my skills as a writer, or a manager, or a cab driver, or you get the point.

I’m a home care aide. I take care of elderly veterans. I myself am a veteran.

This is my life, and I love my life.

Anything can happen.

I could find a way to make money using my other skills as a Táltos. However, when was the last time a holy man charged anyone for anything?

Rhetorical.

They don’t. This is why Jesus in this day and age would’ve been nothing.

Think about it.

Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose.

I look at this question,  and so much runs through my mind.

I live a life of service.

I was in the military where I had more freedom than in the civilian world for the last 28 years.

What sacrifices have I made, are you kidding.

My life is all about sacrifice. 

I have a 215 IQ, most people on earth, don’t want to hear that I’m smarter than they are, so I sacrifice so they can feel better.

This is daily in my life. It’s why I live alone, why I don’t get lonely.

The thing is being smart does not remove ignorance. Ignorance means simply you don’t know.

This is not a bad thing. I remove my ignorance everytime I learn something.

I have to ask questions to learn, thus removing my ignorance.

I wish others would sacrifice their own ignorance and learn to be better people, for the sake of humanity.

Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose

Look at gyres, the smallest subatomic particle. They are a singularity, a black  hole.

This means that you have trillions of gyres in you.

You are your soul.

You wear a meat bag.

The oldest in wearing today is my body.

My body has seen me through.

My body has taken a fair amount of punishment,  but now I treat my body well, for the most part, and my body works. 

At 49, I think I’m doing good.

Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose.

I want to say, I’m no leader. However, my life has shown me different.

I think about it, and I worry that the things I do will lead people the wrong way. 

If I ever give bad guidance, that’s on me. That’s my responsibility.

That’s what an actual leader worries about, the people.

Let me tell you a story.

The term landlord came from the lord of the land.

It was the lord’s job to take care of the people and the land.  The lord of the lord’s was the king.

The king was never found in the throne room. The king wandered his kingdom.

He found people that needed help, and as he assisted them, he got to know them. He could find out if they followed the king’s law or if they ran afoul of the king’s law.

If they were good people, after he left something wonderful would happen.

If they were bad, something horrible happened after he left.

The king was anonymous,  that was his power.

If everybody knew the king was helping them, the king wouldn’t get to know the truth of the people.

And the king serves everyone, no one serves the king.

If one wants to lead, get ready to serve. That’s all a leader does.

They find out what the issue is and fix it, or find another that can fix it.

Running a business does not make anyone a leader.

Running a country does make anyone a leader.

Leaders are born, or they learn.

Have a blessed one and be excellent

I’m always working on my life. It’s my life, and it’s a whole life.

I think about what I’m working on now.

Gratitude.

Be truly grateful for everything that has happened and is happening to keep the forever now going.

This is something that takes work.

Be grateful for the bad shit?

How in the blue holy fuck do I do this?

Everything that ever happened to you, what did it make you do?

The things in life that  we think are happening to, is for us.

Look at your life closely to understand.

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If I think about it,  who hasn’t made a positive impact on my life?

That’s the thing about using opinion to ask a question.

How one feels about the impact that was made in one’s life is an opinion. 

The truth is, everyone has an impact on everyone else.

Let me tell you story.

I was doing stuff, and a woman came by, and I forgot what I was doing.

Was this a positive or negative impact?

Both and neither at the same time, depending on how I feel about the woman.

Why did I forget what I was doing?

Was she that good-looking, or was she some misfit of nature?

We assume way too much.

Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose.

What’s free?

Think in those terms, you pay for your life.

Rent, cellphone, and so on and so forth.

Many have said, accurately, free your mind because that’s the only place that can’t get you.

Think about it. 

What’s trying to get you?

Ads, someone who fears and needs you to tell them everything’s alright, and stuff. 

The thing about someone fears…this is what I’m dealing with currently.

However, there are a ton of things trying to get your attention on them.

That’s where freeing your mind will get you. All of those people can’t get through.

Choose wisely who you pay attention to.

Think about why you pay attention to this one.

Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose.

In the attempt to answer this question, it made me think of what public figure I trust?

I let my intuition guide me.

If what I’m hearing, reading, and watching doesn’t sit well with me, why?

I think of the line intelligent people talk about issues. Dumb people talk about people.

Is it true?

That’s what you need to ask yourself.

Think about it, use me, how often do I talk about people and give you their names?

I don’t.  When I talk about people, it is to illustrate a point. Looking at issues that we all face.

Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose

I never had a plan because when you plan, the universe laughs it’s ass off.

When I was 17, more than 30 years ago, I joined the Air Force. My plan was to do 4 hrs, get the GI Bill for school, and then after that, I had no plan.

Then, after I got out, I went to work for a call center. In a year, I had 3 promotions and went from rep to manager.

I was working 80hr weeks.

Then life happened, and I moved, and I figured I’d never had a job working in a video store,  that’s what I did when I was 23.

From there I went to work in a theater right when episode 1 the phantom menace came out. I got to see new star wars before the rest.  Then I got so sick of episode 1….

Then I went retail for a year.

Then, it was back to a call center. This time, I stayed at supervisor. I found I could lead best closer to the bottom.

Then, I was given an opportunity to redesign the operating model for customer service.  I took the worst team in the office and made them the best using my model.

From what I understand, it became the model that every customer service uses.

I was 28.

Then, the long slide down. I worked at a company that was hell.

Then I moved and worked another customer service job, but this time I was staying at rep. I wanted no part of management.

The 80hr weeks, not getting compensated for my work for the redesign, I was retired, I retired myself.

Then I moved again after life happening, and I went back to working in a video store.

Until I met my last wife and she made me a house spouse.

At times I would get side job. I worked as the night manager for a cab company,  I worked at toy store and stuff.

I’m retired.

The fact that I never had a plan never stopped me from learning everything anyone would ever teach me and making it uniquely my own.

That was the plan I didn’t know about that my high self had worked out for me. 

Every time you argue with yourself, you’re arguing with your high self.

That’s what I channel.

And I’m still retired. However, I’m not retired from doing this.

I channel all the time. There is no off switch.

As I’m writing, it’s a we that’s writing for me.

I get that most people will tell you I’m as bat shit as bat shit gets, and from their perspective, they would be correct.

A perspective is an opinion. 

An opinion makes one right and wrong simultaneously depending on your perspective. 

To know the truth, one must look from as many perspectives as one can.

Never make a plan.

Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose.

3 weeks ago, I took a buddy to a show. I didn’t even know who the bands were.

I had sent him a thing about the concert and he said we should go.

The night of the concert, my buddy had seen the main act before, several years ago, while he was performing for another band.

I don’t like reggae. It’s fine, just not rock n roll. 

While my buddy sat listening to music he loved, I was chilling listening to some music.

Music hits you right in the soul. If it doesn’t,  it’s not the right music for you.

Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose.

Not as much as I would like to. However, it’s just me.

I work as a home care aide. I primarily work with veterans, and I myself am a veteran. My patients are all elderly.

Who takes care of the elderly where you live?

Also, I give free lessons on quantum physics, philosophy, psychology, spirituality,  and stuff.

Now, do you know that every time we speak,  the volume dies out, but the emotion goes on forever. 

The hundredth monkey is an experiment. It says that if you teach a monkey to do something, every 100th monkey will do the same thing even though they were not connected in any way.

This is how it works.

The subconcious takes in every bit of emotional concepts. The words you never heard.

You have felt everything I’ve said since I’ve been alive, and I’ve felt everything anyone older has said since I’ve been alive.

This is where ideas come from.

We sit, and we talk, and synchronicity does the rest. 

Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose