What are three objects you couldn’t live without?
Thinking about this, it’s more than three.
People are objects.
Everything is a object.
Thinking about it.
A gyre is an object and we have trillions of gyres in us.
A gyre is a singularity, a black hole. It is the smallest subatomic particle.
I think I’m too smart for this question.
Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose.
I loved Velvet Revolver.
Set me free because I think you need my soul.
Let’s look at this.
I’m a soul healer by trade.
When one has sex, one exchanges a piece of their soul with every sexual partner.
We build soul mates. We do not find them.
This is a fact that doesn’t give two shits about your opinion.
That means argue with me and find painful truth.
Now, I’m a soul healer, you’d think I would find a way to get your soul facets back.
Indeed I do.
I reclaim all of my soul facets and give back all soul facets that are not mine.
Say this once a day for 21 days and your soul is free an clear.
I’ve been married 4 times, and I cleaned the fuck out my soul.
I’m not about to fuck up my own soul because I think t I need a piece of ass.
That’s what I used to do during the spring.
For the last ten years I’ve been celibate.
There is no woman that can get into my pants.
Not one that I’ve met.
That is very disconcerting for me.
You read me, you know I’m as fringe as fringe gets.
Thank you by the way for reading me.
Last week I faced my fear. Exposing myself to those who read me.
I actually do spend a lot of my time telling entities to fuck off.
But there’s the ones that assist me.
I can take a ton of physical pain .
I heal as I heal.
Let me explain.
Using my Reiki transmuting the stuff I take on as an Empath into pure love healing energy that the universe really loves as I sit in peace allowing it to flow from me like an orb. Reaching the edges of the universe nearly instaneously like a wave.
Ups and downs, amplitude, that’s what we called it in the Air Force. Upper and lower amplitude.
However it’s 3d. There is no up or down.
Think outer space.
No up or down.
Gravity is why we use up and down.
The gyres giving gravity to hold the universe together and it’s expanding.
What created the gyre?
My opinion.
The universe came together as one big ball of light. It got bored.
How do make the universe again, but this time make infinite?
The gyres. Black holes that recycle matter crushing it down to the gyre.
It’s why when a black hole has an injection, it’s injecting stuff back into the universe for more creation.
Never coming back to that ball of light again.
If someone has something better, I’ll listen.
Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose.
What experiences in life helped you grow the most?
You all have read me.
Do you think you know what I’m going to say?
Being born.
I’m still growing.
At 50, I’m still growing.
I will never stop growing.
Neil Diamond is a master and a half and that’s my opinion.
I was thinking about th who’s in my life where love is concerned. Spring is in the air.
For an Empath it’s murder.
I’ve been celibate for over ten years and every spring I just want to fuck like a mad man.
I feel for other empaths.
Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose.
Do you believe in fate/destiny?
Synchronicity is the truth that I’ve accepted.
I used to think about fate. I always wanted to escape my fate.
Who at 14 gets baptized and then a cloud that looks like a man standing there but I can’t see it. It’s what other people saw.
I’ve been told I’m a prophet, I never ever would choose this.
And shit like that.
Synchronicity is a choice and every choice creates synchronicity.
I get that in this world we have many prophets, why the fuck would anyone believe me?
I choose this life where I’m a shaman, sort of, a soul healer that works maintenance at Walmart.
I write a ton. Currently I’m writing the abnormal Psychology of a Conduit, as well as some teaching tools for a spirituality book I wrote.
It’s modern day shamanism.
I used to think about fate, I wanted to escape my fate.
Then I learned about synchronicity.
It’s a matter of choice.
Choice, the power to choose is the ultimate power in the universe.
What choices are you making?
I make the choice to forgive everyone of everything so that I can put peace in my heart mind and soul.
I make the choice to give it my best at work.
I make the choice to give free guidance to whoever bothers to speak with me.
I make the choice to use Reiki as an Empath to transmute what I take on and turn it into pure love healing energy that goes like an orb across the universe.
I make choices every day.
We all make choices every day.
I wish others chose what I chose, but I can’t make that choice for them.
Why would I want to take their power to choose?
Choice is the ultimate power in the universe.
Describe a phase in life that was difficult to say goodbye to.
I’ll always be my son’s dad, but since he turned 18 I respect his space. He’s 20..
It’s changed our relationship for the better.
Saying goodbye to being a parent was saying hello to one of the best friends anyone could have.
Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose.
Duran Duran is a band that I like a couple songs and I can do with out the rest, however this song speaks to me.
Yesterday I gave everyone a view into my life.
I was terrified.
Now, I’m good.
I get that people such as me exist in numbers greater than anyone thinks. However, I don’t get to talk to many.
I appreciate the ones that are such as me. It gives me hope.
As I look for the ordinary world I have learned to survive.
What is the ordinary world?
I live the extraordinary.
Well, that’s my opinion.
Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose.
If you could be someone else for a day, who would you be, and why?
Why wouldn’t I want to be me?
If one wants to be someone else, what is lacking on their life that they think another life will fix?
This question asks us to be I’ll, sick.
I’m healthy in mind, body and soul.
I don’t want to be anyone else.
Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose.
Treat all things as one would want to be treated by all things as one will be treated as one treats.
The golden rule.
I wrote a more than 100 point chapter in Psychospirilosophy: The Martial Art of Thought that is the same thing.
Let me see if I can get into the nuts and bolts of this simple understanding.
Treat others as you want to be treated.
Kindness is mean as shit.
Kindness is truth.
Some one fucking up your ideas by telling the truth is being kind.
Truth doesn’t care if it fucks up your post.
Truth only cares about truth.
Being kind is being truthful.
Lying is the opposite of kind and is abusing the shit of someone.
I don’t understand why this is complicated for some, oh well.
If you disrespect anyone, expect to be disrespected.
The law of reflection.
The universe reflects who you are.
If you’re and asshole, you’ll be surrounded by assholes.
Space Balls the movie is playing in my head.
He was a huge asshole and was surrounded by assholes.
I think we can say we’ve finished this discussion, oh please for the love of all that is holy tell me I’m done.
Stay tune, next week Principle 3.
I’m terrified about what I’m going to say. Exposing myself to the world.
Fuck it, I’m doing it anyway with help.
An entity is writing this for him so you can get it at peace instead of the wreck of emotional shit he is.
While his body doing the typing, I have management of his body and he can tell me through telepathic communication to knock it off.
A regular daily thing for him is to tell us, entities, to fuck off. All day throughout the day he has to defend himself from our attacks.
Not attacks really, we just want his body to do shit.
A nickname is a great way for us to get in. We’re smarter than you are and we don’t know time like you do.
The fact that I said we’re smarter than you, how many don’t believe because no one is as smart as you?
It’s why I said it. It challenges your ego to accept that any is smarter than you.
We’re smarter than he is.
Yes, they are. Thank you for the explanation.
This is what it’s like to be me. It happens in an instant. I can channel anything that has a soul, entities, and stuff. The stuff is something I don’t have a classification for. It feels, that I say feels means that’s an opinion.
Hence why I say stuff. If I don’t know what it is I’m not going to bullshit you.
I don’t anything in the comparison of everything there is to know.
I know myself through and through.
To say that we know anything is to say we know it in it’s entirety.
Do I know myself through and through?
Probably not. I’m ok with that.
To be ok with not knowing is the sign of a healthy mind.
To obsess over knowing anything, that’s a sick mind.
That one thinks one needs to know anything means one needs to look inward instead out here.
Now let’s explain that.
See if one thinks one needs, what is one doing that one thinks one needs?
This is where looking at yourself and what you do and the affect it has on others is paramount in understanding yourself.
This is where if one is honest with oneself one can learn much about the world and ones place in it.
Desire can feel like need, however it is desire, a wanting.
Cya in part 5
It’s the Medium part of the Conduit that needs the psychology explained.
I’m not a normal Medium. I channel the souls of all I meet. I don’t do the dead.
How does this effect me?
I know how alone we’re not.
I get this understanding is going to be the most difficult for me to explain in a way that others will understand.
If we had a diagram of 2 people, one being a Conduit, and show the lower self as the one in the body, and the higherself over head.
The higherself is what I channel.
Why?
Think about it, you need guidance, who is the best source of guidance you can get?
The higherself.
How do you deal with possession?
Daily.
My ego is my defense against possession. Having a well defined and refined ego is the best defense against possession.
Possession can and does and will happen unless people accept that it is true that other entities want our bodies to do shit with.
I have been possessed. I couldn’t do anything as I was trapped in my own mind. This happened due to my stroke 5 years ago.
How do I know the possession isn’t still possessing me?
I use mantras that offend that which possessed me. I also keep myself focused on what is actually happening. My level of awareness borders on “super” natural, however it is as natural as can be.
I had to unlearn and relearn.
I used to be one of the people that wouldn’t believe a word I said.
Then when I was 37 I figured it out.
Until then I thought I was as bat shit as bat shit gets. I knew shit that I shouldn’t be able to know.
I never hear any voice in my head other than mine.
I never hear anything from a spirit.
What I do with that is telepathic communication. Images with emotional concepts to communicate understanding.
I’m going to have a smoke.
I needed that.
Why tell you that I took a needed break?
Why not?
Let’s go back to what I had to unlearn.
Empaths, Telepaths and Mediums are bullshit.
I had to unlearn what energy is.
What I learned is in an article here.
No really what’s an Empath? Evolution, aliens, or is God to blame?
This is going to take time.
I’ll cya in part 4, later today or tonight.
Describe the most ambitious DIY project you’ve ever taken on.
Every project you do is a do it yourself project.
Could you be a lot more specific?
Thank you to The Killers for this one.
I’m getting ready to write Abnormal Psychology of a Conduit Part 3 tomorrow and I was talking myself up as I smoked.
Reminding myself that there is a PhD in psychology with 30 years experience that learned when I spoke.
I get psychology, why people do what they do. It’s why I don’t get mad anymore.
I used to get pissed as fuck. Then I learned why they did it.
Throughout my life as I understood why, it didn’t make me any less pissed off.
That took years of building my patience.
Speaking of which, I texted my son yesterday and still haven’t heard back.
Understanding that he has had several concussions and has a memory issue, I can be patient.
There are times when one is not in ones life on a daily, one forgets shit.
That’s a responsibility issue for me. I work to remember shit.
I work at my life and even relaxing takes concerted effort.
Right now I’m not relaxed because I’m nervous because I have no fucking clue what in the blue holy fuck I’m going to write tomorrow.
However I’ve done this before and it’s how I always write so I got nothing to worry about.
That’s weird.
I truly have nothing to worry about.
Fly like an eagle by The Steve Miller Band started.
Time keeps on slipping into the future.
Now only goes forward and there is no pause button.
Shinedown is one of my favorite bands and this song is a reason why.
Today the daily prompt asked me one word I would ban.
I chose the word nigger.
A word has no power until emotion gives it power. I think of George Carlin and what he said about the word.
George was brilliant. His way of looking at words is why I loved him so much.
I get I look white. I’m not white by a long shot.
And I have taken so much shit for looking white by the racists of the world.
For the record my genealogy is in part a secret even to me. I could get one of the DNA kits.
It comes up every so often, typically in February.
What I do know for certain is that I’m Asian, Persian, Eastern European, African, Cherokee, Dutch, French, English, Scottish and Irish. I’m a mutt and a half.
I’m definitely not white. I’m as multiracial as it gets.
Call me a sinner, call me a saint.
I would change my ways no nevermind.
I’ve changed my ways so much.
I’ve lived like a gypsy, always looking for something else.
I’ve gotten tired of starting over. I’ve started my life over several times.
At 50 it’s starting to hurt. Starting.
I guess this means I can change again.
I love Chico. It’s my hometown.
Why would I ever want to leave?
I wouldn’t.
I live my choices whether I want to or not.
Call me a sinner, call me a saint.
It’s a matter of opinion.
That I love Chico, that’s an opinion.
I love that opinion and I’ll argue anyone that Chico might be fucked up as anyplace, but it’s got Bidwell Park.
I’m putting down roots.
No roots by Alice Merton, I think, comes to mind. That was my life.
This is my life and I love it.
That means I need a new them song for my life.
I’ve gone and I’m going.
Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose.
If you could permanently ban a word from general usage, which one would it be? Why?
I would ban the word nigger.
I’m part African.
I can’t stand when anyone says the word nigger.
It offends me to the extreme.
It’s a word that is a racial slur no matter who says it.
It’s black history month which is total bullshit. Why don’t we have Asian history month, or white history month, or Cherokee history month.
The fact that we have black history month is racist in and of itself.
Human history is what we have and trying to paint a month for one set of people?
Are you kidding?
The shared story of humanity is just that, shared.
Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose.
I want to thank Poison for this one.
Then the next song is One by Creed.
The only way is one.
We are a single ogamism
We are in a gyre.
Gyres make up everything. This is why we have an electromagnetic field that encapsulates us.
Why wouldn’t we be living in a gyre?
For those that don’t know, a gyre is the smallest subatomic particle. A gyre is also a singularity or black hole.
Trillions of gyres make me up.
What consciousness exists in a gyre?
Here’s what I think, I can’t prove it, however, I believe in it.
How do I know it’s true?
I don’t.
This is that leap of faith.
God is the gyre and the gyre is God.
God is in everything.
We are souls having a human experience.
Everything we do is spiritual experience.
It goes up and down like a spiral.
I’m just a soul healer, that means I could be wrong, and if I am I will be glad to know the truth.
The thing is, I don’t think that I am.
I think I nailed it.
Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose.
What is the biggest challenge you will face in the next six months?
It’s an old Army expression, means I don’t know and I don’t care.
Thinking in terms of the future is futile if one can live off the flow.
When love is on your side…
Oh how I would give up ten years of celibacy for one night with Dorothy.
It’s true, when love is on your side it’s a beautiful life.
I’ve seen it in my life. I love everyone, I’m in love with everyone. I don’t like many people, but I’m still in love with them.
Anyone who has ever had a significant other knows exactly what I’m talking about.
What does it mean to have love on your side?
First off, fuck off romantic love, that’s lust mixed with love.
That’s when you know how much you love when you don’t even care about sex.
Love is gravity.
Gravity can create a mirror.
The mirror will be distorted.
What you see is your love given form.
As people give love you can see them.
As you give love in everything you do.
What is it you don’t like about one?
That’s inside of you too.
Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose.
What advice would you give to your teenage self?
Learn what they want you to do, then figure out a better way.
If no better way can be found, accept this is the best it’s going to get.
Work is the reason.
My apologies.
Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose.
What bores you?
Intelligence is bored by mundane things.
Look at social media, I find it to be boring as fuck. Watching people giving their lives over to the masses for nothing substantial in return.
Watching people out on their best show that leaves me yawning.
Listening to conversations and it bored me to tears.
Look at Cinema, I stopped because I’ve already seen it and it was done better the first time.
How many movies do we need about revenge?
There are literally thousands of movies about revenge.
How many romantic comedies do we need?
Who hasn’t seen a wallflower turn beautiful for the man of her dreams or done dork gets the girl.
This shit has got to get better.
Originality used to count for something.
Not using shit that others were the original to do it.
Halestorm is driving this.
I stopped and waited for the next song which is Don’t walk away by Electric Light Orchestra.
I’m not sure I can explain in a way that others will understand what this means to me.
My redemption, what did I need to redeem myself of?
A good chunk of my life.
While on my redemption tour I have a friend who is a good person except their views on the opposite sex and they don’t mind getting their hands dirty, doing illegal things.
That’s what I’m walking away from.
Think about that person that likes to piss you off, that’s what this person does to me.
That’s why I’m walking away.
It’s for my own good.
I did some shit for this person that they can’t even acknowledge.
That was my lesson to learn.
What is your favorite drink?
With honey, dark chocolate almond milk, and dark chocolate torani sauce.
I start my day and end my day with it.
If my life had a theme song, Whitesnake hit it.
I’ve said many times over that this is my theme song.
I don’t like to waste time. However, patience has taught me to wait, and waiting gives opportunity.
Think about it.
If one has to wait for years for something, one appreciates that something that much more.
Instant gratification does nothing for the soul.
I’ve waited for years for some things in my life and I’m still waiting for others.
I have had time on my hands, what do I do with it?
Find something you enjoy and do it. Find other things you enjoy while waiting.
Waiting has been a mode of life for me since I was a child. Then the military, hurry up and wait.
I’ve waited for so long that when I get guidance that says “Stop waiting, they’ll be waiting on you.”
Really, I don’t think so. I could be wrong, but why in the blue holy fuck would people be waiting on me?
I’m not that special, I get I’m smarter than most people which is not a good thing.
Why, I just want to ask the same question over and over.
I get the answer I’ve been given, I just don’t like it.
However, I do get it.
I’m about to get busy as shit and I’ll enjoy the fuck out of it.
I’m a workaholic. If I don’t have shit to do, I do nothing and that stresses me out.
It used to, now I’m at peace with nothing to do.
I figured out how to relax and enjoy my company.
Here I go again and I have no clue where I am going to or how in the blue holy fuck to get there.
Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose.
Who are your favorite people to be around?
I like being around people who have at least a 190 IQ, mine is 215.
The only way I get to talk about the things I want to.
Belly is the band that no one knows but I do.
This song has a ton of meaning hidden within it.
I used to tell a story about what it means to be a king or a queen.
Lords and Ladies and they were the ones to take care of the people and the land.
The lord of the lord’s was the king and the lady of the ladies was the queen.
King and Queen were never found in the castle and wore no crowns. Instead they wandered through their kingdom helping people.
As the helped them they got to know them. Had they been good and decent people after they left something good would happen to them.
Had they been disloyal, and running a foul of the kings law, something horrific would happen to them.
King and Queen, what was their power?
Their anonymity. Had people known they were in presence of the king and queen the king and queen wouldn’t have gotten to see what they saw.
The moral of the story, do what you should be doing because you never know when the king and the queen will come by and you won’t even know they are there.
Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose.
Tell us about your favorite pair of shoes, and where they’ve taken you.
I don’t have a favorite pair of shoes.
I wear the shoes needed. That takes me everywhere.
Why would I worry about shoes?
That would mean my life wasn’t full. If I actually cared about shoes. I know this because I used to care. I used to have a shoe collection.
Now, their just shoes.
That’s the truth, their just shoes. Anything you feel about your shoes is an opinion and means absolutely nothing to anyone but you.
Trying to make your opinion mean something is mentally ill.
This album is one of my favorites of all time and thank you Jim Steinmann and Meat Loaf for this one.
Listening to the title track, I can see myself tearing…
From when I had my stroke until now, I feel like a bat out of hell. I’m breaking out of my mind.
I don’t know if I could ever explain what it’s like to be on path and then have a stroke and lose the ability to speak.
Oh well, I’ll deal with it, I do anyway. That’s what I appreciate about myself. I deal with shit.
I figure out what I should do, and then I do it. I never make excuses even though I could, but that only hurts me in the end and that hurts others.
It’s why I do what I do.
I get why kill your conscience from Shinedown is playing. Followed by brilliant.
I don’t know if others will get it, but I do. It’s my life and if you had had my life, you would get it.
Be grateful that you have your life, not mine. My life is difficult to love and I’m grateful for my life.
I work to be a gift for others.
I got the gift of life.
Why not be a gift with my life?
If we all did this…
Share one of the best gifts you’ve ever received.
And what I do with it is my gift to everyone.
Bob Seger takes up a lot of my play list.
I’m taking the day to let my mind come up with various ideas to make my life better.
Now, I love my life, and I want it to get better.
I need to better if I’m ever going to have my life get better.
I’m getting better daily. A little bit at a time.
Never discourage any one who makes continual progress even if it’s you.
Never discourage yourself from a thing.
You know how brilliant you are, they don’t, buy you do.
I get it and thank you.
Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose.
Write about your approach to budgeting.
I have no approach. I look what I got and see what I can spend.
The Who knew what an empath was as this song shows.
It’s believed that 20% represent empath.
I asked the question when do we, the empaths stop making their world better for them and start making the world better for us?
I think about that and it sounds like a war brewing.
In fact it is a war and we have had to hide ourselves or face ridicule.
I’ve heard it so many times.
That’s it’s become more accepted, is a move in the right direction.
I still feel how angry I am about the fact that I can’t put empath, telepath and medium on a job application and expect to get hired.
Now, I’m over it.
It’s been 13 years since I realized what I am.
It’s been a glorious 13 years.
Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose.
Lord how I love me some Shinedown.
Evolution is all there is.
Let’s dive in to see if I know what in the blue holy fuck I’m talking about.
We have all had something chaotic happen.
Where does the chaos come from?
What is it that starts the chaos?
Did it come from a previous evolution?
Let’s say it did for arguments sake. This is my argument. My point as it is.
If that chaos started from a previous evolution then what we do in the face of this chaos tells the universe whether or not we are ready to evolve.
Chaos is the agent of evolution.
Without chaos there could be no evolution.
Hence why those who live consistent lives do not evolve.
They can, but it will take longer.
Where did the original chaos happen?
The beginning of the universe.
Chaos is what makes the universe such a fascinating place.
Now, if one knows how to manage chaos, one will evolve.
Learn to manage chaos.
Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose.
Are you patriotic? What does being patriotic mean to you?
For me it’s about the world as a whole.
We all live here and we need to find ways, ways to get along.
The Disturbed version was playing when I got back in.
Silence, silence is what happened today. My son needed to talk. When it comes to my son, I drop everything and he gets my undivided attention.
I cut the music off.
It has something to do with being 20 and he’ll be fine.
It’s unexpected my son actually needs me to be me and be his dad.
At 20 my son is as independent as he can be, I haven’t heard from him in 3 weeks which is no biggie.
When I was 20 I called my parents once a week. That was 30 years ago. Now if I get a text here and there, I’m good with it.
Thank you to those who liked the teaching.
Once a week.
I promise, once a week. I will not start writing 6 pieces a day like I used to.
Once a week you will get 4 pieces from me.
Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose.
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God has infinite forms to use to make manifest the infinite existence.
Gyre is God, God is gyre. God is a black hole.
However many entities claim to be God or Goddess or the plural of each.
God has no gender.
In the story God made man in his image but to make woman he used man’s rib.
Why is it God is called him not it?
If God is in everything then God has no gender. Gender is for sex, sex is for making more of us.
Why would God have sex?
Why would Goddesses exist?
They don’t and it doesn’t.
These are facts that no one can prove.
Opinion about these facts is why religion has creeped up and is what separates humanity from one another.
Facts mean opinion doesn’t matter. It means how one feels about the fact, doesn’t matter, the fact continues to exist.
The idea that we can change facts to fit us, that’s narcissism and makes one mentally ill. Not to mention the illness to the soul.
Everything we do is us as a soul living in a human body. Everything we do is spiritual experience.
As one can accept facts, truth, one will grow and evolve.
Allowing one to grow is the point of life.
Existence is a constant state of growth, the universe grows as do we. Ever changing, the only constant in the universe is change.
God is in everything.
I smoke God, I drink God, that bullet is God, God kills, God heals, God hates, God is love.
God is everything and is in everything.
The idea that one being created all the universe and is going to beat us when we are bad, horseshit.
The idea of God is something we were given by other entities that wanted control over us.
Why would other entities want to control us?
Energy.
We give energy to Gods/Goddesses. We give that energy in the way we pray to, and worship said God/Goddess.
However to be free one must understand what God actually is.
Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose.
Looking at ones DNA is where we will start.
Hungarian, French, Irish, English, Scottish, Dutch, African, and Cherokee.
Hungarian has Eastern European, Asian and Persian.
One is as gray as they come. The Gray one.
The only thing I don’t have is Aboriginal in my DNA.
I look white with blue eyes.
My hair is curly.
This is what goes into the psychology of this one.
When I was born I was born deaf. It wasn’t until I was 2 and 1/2 that anyone noticed.
I responded when they aimed their emotion at me, even though I couldn’t hear.
This is the Empath.
As I remember the first memory I have is of a girl my age showing me a toy. I was 2.
The next memory was when I had the operation to put tubes in my ears so that I could hear. I saw this guy using a plastic glove he had blown up and drawn a happy face on it.
I remember thinking “What the fuck?”
I don’t ever remember a time I couldn’t read. My mom said I started reading at 3.
Now this one is highly intelligent as one could understand complex ideas and form a thought that understood what one was doing.
At 4 one’s dad caught one watching Public Broadcast TV. What one was watching was a class on advanced economics that one understood perfectly as one showed when one’s father asked what one was watching. One explained it using ones own words. Showing one understood what one was watching.
One’s father was a narcissist.
One couldn’t be smarter than him. That’s when it started. My IQ is 215 and when I saw that number I asked to take it again 195, I asked to take it again, 170.
After trying to make myself dumb, I realized I need to fuck up too much and that I couldn’t do.
The fact that my father was a narcissist meant he couldn’t accept the truth that anyone might be smarter than he was. My dad had a photographic memory, meaning he could remember everything.
My dad was a genius in his own right. My dad’s IQ was probably around 160-170.
My mom was intelligent as well.
My mom could sense earthquakes. If mom said an earthquake was coming and where it was going to hit, she never missed.
Empath.
My dad was a Telepath.
I don’t know where I got the Medium from.
My dad said once that he thought he was the only telepath. What that did to him was as brutal as brutal gets.
Think about it. You have this ability and no one knows because who would believe you in the 1950s and 60s when my dad grew up.
My dad was a tortured soul.
I was happy when he died and finally got the peace he desired. His life was as tortured as tortured gets. He lived with Parkinsons disease for more than 20 years. Watching as the disease took my father’s life.
I can’t imagine, nor do I want to know what that disease does to human mind. My dad used to be one of those that never failed anything he ever put effort into.
That PD hit him, that was judgement that he had taken in himself.
The higherself will fuck you up until you learn.
I’m truly happy to have learned this much and I look forward to learning more.
I channel what I write. It flows through me, not from me.
Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose.
Have you ever unintentionally broken the law?
Thinking about the statute of limitations what are you trying to do here?
Why would I ever admit to breaking the law intentionally or unintentionally?
Ignorance of the law is zero excuse for breaking the law.
This is the truth that I have discovered.
Van Halen is responsible for this.
And Wild Child by Heart started after that.
I’m a performance artist in everything I do.
It’s all a performance.
Let me give you an example.
Sweetheart.
Do you think that valentine’s day had something to do with my amorous feelings towards her?
I’m an Empath, I ride the wave. So as valentine’s day was approaching I felt more and more, til she disappeared.
Then she came back, then disappeared again.
Right now, if I saw her, eh. If someone wants to talk to me, they can.
She has proven that she doesn’t want to talk to me and I’m good with that.
I’m at peace, fools fall in love, and I’m wise enough to know better.
Shame on me. Somebody smack my hand.
That’s the thing with me, you never really know what your dealing with, and most of that is on you.
Witches burn by the pretty reckless started.
There was a time that people such as me were burned or worse.
I can’t imagine burning to death.
I’m a natural born witch.
Let me give you an example.
I like Black Jack. If it’s me and the dealer, I lose my ass.
However if I’m sitting at third base with a full table, as long as people bet smart, people win. They change the dealer, people still win. One night I was watching them change dealer after dealer.
That’s just an example of shit I do.
Now imagine your me and you just wrote this and it’s true.
What would you do?
I haven’t been gambling in years, many of them. More than 20. Because gambling is a sin, but if you know your going to win, this is my quandary.
I’m letting you see me as I am at any given moment in time while remembering stuff along the way.
This is the only way you’ll get my autobiography.
Why should anyone have to pay jack shit to read me?
If there was a biography about you, what would the title be?
I’ve heard it my entire life.
No way you did that.
No way your that smart.
No way….
Thank you Van Hagar.
I don’t get some women. Sweetheart has not shown for work in the last couple days. I found her on Facebook and asked how her mother was doing. Then I said I wanted to be friends. If you don’t reply I’ll never bother you again.
My medicine by the pretty reckless is playing and I get it.
I’m a hardcore romantic. I buy flowers just because. I write poetry. I cook, I clean, I give full body massages. I’m a tantra master.
And I’ve been celibate for over 10 years now.
4 wives.
That has looking for the one. The one that gets me.
There have been several, several, several women that have applied to my mine.
Here’s the thing about valentine’s day, if you need one day a year to show someone how much you love them, what in the blue holy fuck are you doing with anyone?
My wives, and girlfriends can tell you that I never missed a birthday, anniversary, anything that was important to her.
I didn’t care, but she cared and that was enough for me.
I get I’m a rare commodity. I’m a gentleman who is intelligent. A gentleman who knows how to treat a lady, and will only accept a lady.
A lady needs no make up.
I loved my wives for what they looked like without makeup more than with.
Foolin’ by Def Leppard is playing.
My playlist has it in for me.
I should stop now before…
What were your parents doing at your age?
My dad had Parkinsons. He was on social security.
My mom worked for blue shield and got fired.
I’m working at Walmart and I’m having fun.
An IQ of 215 and I like working at Walmart?
Think about it, most educated geniuses, the Academic community, all they want to do is argue with me and tell me I’m crazy.
Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose.
Today I went out to smoke and the power went out.
However I did get a nasty piece of plastic out of my finger finally.
Now the power is on.
What you give by Tesla came on.
You do get what you give.
I look at my coworkers and I see a bit of of me in them.
I see the dude who couldn’t be any duder if wasn’t such a great dude at 25.
Then there’s the smart ass I was, you think he gets away with a damn thing with me?
He made me laugh once, but he didn’t know.
Then there’s the madame. She’s living her dream.
Then there’s the guy that I once was. Several of the guys I once was.
I got better.
Then there’s the two that i get it, but I wish I didn’t.
I love my life.
I love that my boss is left handed like me.
I get the dude who offered me ride and he is a dude for sure.
And I caught a couple dudes that reminded me I’m not the only one.
Working at Walmart has been fun. It’s beat the shit out of me. However, it’s a job I enjoy.
Always the masochist, just beat me, whip me call me Susan.
Actually on second thought, no.
That used to me.
I’m not sure what wally world has for me next, but it will fun.
No matter what you do, no matter where you go, have fun, if it’s not fun, make it fun. Because no one likes to work.
I’ve been saying this for more than 35 years.
I figured it would catch at some point.
Actually no I didn’t and I’m glad it never did. Then I would have to find a new way to say it.
I do this. When something I say gets around to the point where others are saying it, a friend once told me her daughters called it Jimisms. That’s when I knew I had get some original material.
I’m always on. Even when I’m not, I am.
The shows I’ve put on, the shows I will put on as a performance artist.
Everything is art.
Everything.
If you had the power to change one law, what would it be and why?
Why?
If you have seen as much trash as I have sitting where it doesn’t belong, you would understand.
Fining people has done shit. I figure if they die they’ll get it into the trash can instead of close enough. No it’s not close enough.
This is part of what enrages me because I care more about the earth than the people on it.
And I’m doing just fine.
I love The Killers and that’s one band I’d love to see. Mr. Brightside was playing when I came in.
Coming out of my cage, this really hits home with me. I feel as if I’ve been caged for five years. Since my stroke.
Now I have two projects for the weekends that are going to take a lot.
Let me explain.
I understand at this level and it’s a high as fuck level.
I need to get, for lack of a better word, stupid. I have an IQ of 215.
For me conversation that isn’t about something scientific, spiritual, or from one my favorite TV Shows or movies or music.
If you can introduce me to new music, I’ll be your friend.
My favorite shows are the Star Treks, Andromeda, Farscape, Stargate SG-1.
At one point I had down loaded all ten seasons of SG-1. I have seen the entire series several times.
One of my favorites is when the have a show about the Stargate, called Wormhole Extreme. Carter, says it would be a great front for the program. If any gets wise they can blame the show.
I think about putting myself in front of people to hide. I’ve done it before.
Like, I really think there is a program, whether or not it’s Stargate, or something else. Now I can’t confirm it, it’s an idea the show have me with that episode.
What if?
Write about your dream home.
Using hemp materials my dream home is underground.
I have devised a way to get natural sunlight using tubes and domes and refractors.
This way everything grows in top and no room will be wasted.
Living above ground is not efficient. Heat and cooling costs make living underground preferred.
The Who with Baba O’Riley.
I’ve done a ton of arguing over the course of my life. I’ve won more than I lost. I learn when I lose.
I need someone to beat me in an argument.
I want to learn.
Sweetheart showed up for work tonight and gave me Chinese food, my favorite.
I don’t know why she is just amazing.
That’s how I know I’m in love.
Like a teenage wasteland.
The fucked up thing her name is the same as one of my wives, the one I liked the most.
So I’m looking at how I’m going give instruction for The Book of Khaos Majick. I think I will take a page from me, and I’ll do it here.
I’ll be doing this once a week. On Saturday.
You feel I don’t want to do it, but I’m going to because there are those that will be able to understand with a little instruction.
The same thing goes with Abnormal Psychology of a Conduit. Saturday. This i actually look forward to. I figure I’ll learn by teaching.
With my life, it’s typically what I do. Learn by teaching.
The teaching is done by what I channel using my mouth.
Man in the mirror has been playing whole I’ve been writing this.
So will sweetheart invite me out as friends?
I really hope so.
Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose.
You get some great, amazingly fantastic news. What’s the first thing you do?
Depends on the news.
I take spirituality seriously.
I’m not a serious person, but I can be.
Everything is situational.
I look at giving instruction on spirituality and I don’t want to do it. If I fuck up, I fuck their lives up. I don’t want that responsibility, but I’ll take it.
Responsible.
I’m responsible.
The understandings that come through as I write about this tells me I’m doing the right thing. It’s my decision and I’ve made it.
Fuck it, I’m doing it anyway even though it scares the shit out of me.
Fuck fear.
What’s next?
I was talking to myself. This is what I was saying.
“I’m smoking God, God lit my cigarette, God is in everything.”
I needed to remind myself of that.
Does this mean I’m God?
Yes, but that dog, that dog is God as well. That shit that you don’t want deal with, that’s God that you don’t want to deal with.
I was reading the blog/book I wrote, The Book of Khaos Majick.
It’s a spiritual guide for spirituality. If you understand what it says you don’t need me.
This is the shit I don’t want to deal with, those who need me to instruct them.
That’s Gods and Gods that need me to give instruction.
That’s exactly what I fear most.
I haven’t said fuck it, and I’m thinking about it. I know me, if I’m writing about it, fuck it, I’ll do it.
I have been setting myself for this and it was a sweet set up and I’m grateful for the set up.
So God is in everything and what we as individuals manifest through our words and actions is shared among the shared reality shared by all.
Get your head around that, all.
Every living, non living thing in the entire universe shares this reality.
Who am I to say a thing about a thing?
If you’ve read me, you know. If not, find someone who has.
Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose.
This is The Book of Khaos Majick. Scroll all the way down the start.
https://thebookofkhaos.wordpress.com/
Are there any activities or hobbies you’ve outgrown or lost interest in over time?
Bowling.
I used to dream of being a pro bowler.
Golf.
I hated golf.
Darts.
Too many drunks.
Pool.
Too many drunks.
Painting.
I just don’t feel it anymore.
And stuff. When I think about the past the stuff I used to do that’s just it, it’s what I used to do.
I’m more concerned with what I’m doing now.
Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose.
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.
I’m a conduit. I’ve studied psychology, behavioral psychology, abnormal psychology and stuff.
A Conduit is a human who is an Empath, Telepath and Medium. They can know stuff from everywhere. How do they do it?
First off the individual has an IQ off the board, 200 would be the baseline for a functioning Conduit.
It takes that kind of intellect in order to know what one is dealing with. Their awareness of self and their surroundings borders on the supernatural.
What does that do to a human?
A ton of fucked up shit because one was born a Conduit, however one was born into a world where things such as Conduits are thought to be imaginary and works of fiction.
How does one know one is a Conduit?
I’ve done a shit ton of experiments on myself and others to understand what I do.
Each experiment proved without a shadow of a doubt I do what I say I do.
This a good place to start.
I’m writing the book to teach from the book later. You get to see what’s going in the book because we exist to share life.
We don’t exist to make others pay for what we have learned.
We exist to share life and all it’s joys and sorrows and learnings.
Thank you Mr. Steve Winwood for this adventure into my mind that has been strategically twisted.
I’m on one tonight.
Evolved.
Would you consider an evolved being to be inferior, superior, or the same as any other being?
Let’s dive in.
How does one quantify inferior and superior?
Telepathic communication.
Communicating with images in the mind with emotional concepts. No language.
If one can’t do this, is one inferior to one that can?
For me, I used to think I wasn’t a telepath. At one point in life I would have felt inferior to another that was a telepath.
Understanding that one can communicate without words across the universe, that would make that one superior.
Why?
Communication is how we evolve.
How we communicate says everything about us.
As humans we like to feel superior to everything.
The idea that we’re inferior never crosses our minds.
Look at Dr. Steven Greer and his documentaries.
If that doesn’t tell you how inferior we are, nothing will until they show up.
For me, I’m waiting patiently for them to show the fuck up already.
What’s your favorite candy?
Brach’s butterscotch.
My great grandma was the Brach’s lady. Everytime she would visit she would come with a bag of Brach’s candy.
I would go through and grab all the butterscotch.
I was a kid and hadn’t learned patience yet.
White room by Cream has me thinking no stings can secure you.
What strings are people looking for?
The strings that hold them back from getting the full experience.
What is the full experience?
Of what?
Life.
Well, what strings come with life?
You have to pay to live. That’s the first one that comes up.
We are the only species, creatures, animals that pay to live.
Other species live in the on the same planet we do, why don’t they have to pay to live?
Why is it we can’t live within our ecosystem without trashing it?
I get why I am at zero zone anger.
I’ve been in a conversation with a guy who thinks his name means something because his money his tied to his name.
He thinks he’s evolved because he learned the same shit everybody has learned and doesn’t think that we exist to share life.
He thinks we exist to create a name for ourselves.
I used to think that, but I evolved.
We exist to share life with others. That simple. What we do with our lives is our choice.
Every last one of us has the choice to make.
We can screw others and call it gamesmanship.
We can screw the planet and call it doing it our way and no one can stop us.
We can call it narcissism and we can tell the narcissists to shut the fuck up as we need to share life so that all can live.
The zero point energy needs to be released.
Why do we still build cars using gas?
Why haven’t the pipelines been closed off?
Why aren’t we using hemp and stop cutting down trees that can fix the atmosphere?
Greed is the only answer.
Think about it, Saudi Arabia would fold.
The Arabs would be happy to see the Saudi family fail and fail huge.
Loggers would fail and fail huge.
These two groups of people need to fail and fail huge.
Thank you Katy Perry.
It’s a reminder I needed.
I don’t know if anyone can understand what I’m going to try to explain.
Some of it has no words only understanding.
Think about let your good deeds go unnoticed.
I shine like a motherfucker.
At work tonight this song played and it made me want to cry. The words hitting home. Few song make me want to cry.
This one was the first time it made me want to cry.
Why is it that I wanted to cry?
As the chorus hit I could feel my eyes well up and I held it. Each time the chorus hit me eyes welled, and each time I held it.
It was an understanding of my life, where it is, where it was, where it’s going. I don’t know where it’s going but I have an idea.
Sound of madness by Shinedown is playing. Oh how I know the sound of madness. I wouldn’t say I wrote the book on pain, but my life has dealt with pain upon pain upon pain.
When am I going to wake up and fight for myself?
What’s the point of fighting?
I find that using peaceful, yet teachable lessons are something that can happen.
One does not need to fight.
One can negotiate and stuff.
Do you need a break? From what?
My life is like a vacation and I need a break to go back to work.
Don Henley gets the credit for this one.
We are all guilty.
What are we all guilty of?
A ton of shit.
Could you be more specific?
(yes this is and my higherself conversing)
How much do you want to write?
Good point.
It figures Low by Cracker was the next song.
Guilt.
I’ve been guilty of so much that I can’t even stop to think about it, the memory reel is going to fast.
It paused me for a second.
I need to be guilty of something.
Why?
So I can feel like others.
That’s stupid.
Yeah, I know.
I’m guilty of not saying shit when I know the truth.
It’s interesting when I do speak up on LinkedIn. I’ve been using LinkedIn as of late to see how my skills are progressing.
I figure if I can beat the supposed best and brightest they have to offer and clean the floor with them, or they ask me questions which is a new one.
LinkedIn is full of people who desperately seek validation.
It’s easy.
All one has to do is make a valid point that blows their point out of the water. Then refuse to give them validation.
The reason I do this is because these are the same people that post who needs a validation I’m valid.
Really.
One also has to have studied everything I have studied. That’s where I get them.
They haven’t studied what I’ve studied.
The CFO that stopped talking to me once I made it abundantly clear that his oint made zero sense and he should no better being that he’s a CFO.
This is what I’m guilty of. I’m one of the smartest people on the planet, I work at Walmart, I fuck with people who wouldn’t even get in the door any other way.
My bills are paid.
I look at it this way, I’m as lazy as lazy gets. If you want something done quick, find the laziest motherfucker around.
It’s not that I have anything against work, I would just rather work on my theory.
However I need to live, so Walmart it is.
That’s what I’m guilty of. Being a philosopher that should be teaching the younger generation.
Here’s the thing, I’ve worked for years to reach many of them to be shit on by them all.
I don’t take any shit from anyone.
Why would any want to shit on me for being intelligent and figuring shit out.
I don’t know, insecure.
That would be it. If there is one thing about this generation that makes me sick as fuck is there insecurity and making excuses for it.
Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose
The most important invention in your lifetime is…
Movies.
Movies have had the most influence in my life and had no one figured how to make a camera, we would have missed out.
Describe your most ideal day from beginning to end.
Ideal.
That’s a lot for me to figure.
I got to bed around 4 so I can wake up at 11.
Then I have a spliff heavy in the weed.
Then I play my stupid game until noon.
Then I should be awake enough to start some shit.
I have no idea what I would do because the universe doesn’t revolve around me.
Others will be included and what use is to for them for me to have an ideal day?
Thank you Queen.
I’m the seeker as the Who started.
This is what I do. I decided to write, hit the shuffle. Then I went out to have a smoke, when I came back Crazy little thing called love was playing and as I started writing The Seeker by The Who came on.
Love is crazy.
Love is not insane.
The definition of insanity is doing the same shit over and over and expecting different results.
Anything else, no matter how much one might think it’s crazy, is totally ok.
Let’s dive right in to see if I know what I’m talking about.
Crazy is giving a woman a poem that she was not expecting.
Doing it again would be insane.
Crazy is loving someone and telling them.
Insane is when they don’t want you and you still follow them around like a lost dog.
Crazy is doing the unexpected.
Insane is doing only what’s expected.
Now this one, has caveats. At work doing what is expected is a good thing.
Everything has one exception.
I think of love and not romantic love. I don’t know if it’s been too long since I’ve had a hug or something else. However, I look at life and something is missing.
Someone.
I don’t know who.
This was the line from Rock And Roll Never Forgets as I walked into my room after having a smoke and grabbing coffee.
That was my day.
I just got home and tonight was fun.
I got told my art work and the message on it was well received.
Then Sapphire happened. The laziest person I work with. She stopped working a section and did something else. While she was on her phone. This meant that she couldn’t hear me when I asked a tool.
At her age I had already been on a humanitarian mission in the Air Force.
I have no patience for stupidity. Being at work on your phone is stupid.
Next I had Em. Em thought he was going to be a smart ass until I said some shit that made him feel as guilty as he was.
I got teach a couple people some shit.
I think about my dignity and my integrity. The two go hand in hand.
I used to be the world’s biggest smart ass. Now, I’m the dick that fucks up how smart they thought they were and lets them see where they fucked up.
Working with me is easy, working against me will go very bad for you.
I’m as pleasant as can be at work.
However,I remember what changed it for me, my son.
I used to be a pain in the ass because I was trying to be. Now I’m a pain the ass for working and doing what I’m supposed to making others look like shit.
No one wants to be near me because I work like motherfucker.
And I don’t like rap, far be it from me but when I hear nigger over and over again at work, somebody has got a real disrespect problem. That they feel what they listen to is what everyone within earshot should listen to, that means they have zero respect for anyone else.
This is the new generation, you really need to learn your manners.
The one dude who’s half my age, got raised right. Works his ass off making me look bad, I’m 50, he’s 25. He should be making look bad.
Not all of the new generation needs come upins.
Come upins is where you come up against the shit that fucks you up and based on how you deal with it, could be more on your plate, or your done.
I’ve had my fair share of come upins.
Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose.
How do significant life events or the passage of time influence your perspective on life?
My perspective on life start and ends now.
The forever now.
Time is fiction.
All that is, is now and now is ever moving forward and never goes back.
Now we have been trained that we have seconds, minutes, hours, years, millenniums, eras, and eons.
However all that exists is now.
Simply stated.
Something on your “to-do list” that never gets done.
I get shit done because it needs to get done. That simple.
Bachman-turner overdrive. The one song I know.
Any lovin’ is good lovin’, so I took what I could get.
Through 40 that was me. I was a slut, all a woman had to do was get me drunk.
In the last ten years I’ve been not drinking.
Every last one night stand I had was do to drinking.
The last ten years I’ve been celibate. At first I didn’t think there was a way I could make a year, much less ten.
Why am I writing this?
You know that sweetheart, you really really like her.
So.
I’m not having sex with anyone until we have a nap.
Sleeping next to another is the best way to know if you like waking up next to them.
No sex.
Not even a kiss.
If we wake up and we still like each other, then it’s on like donkey Kong.
I like a lot of foreplay.
Conversation is foreplay. Leading each other through each other’s minds. Taking time to know how relaxed you are, and the other is with each other.
Taking the time to sit silently together, not because you agreed to it, because your that comfortable that no words are needed.
This is what it means to be wooed by a gentleman.
I drew a soul flower for sweetheart. She took it and said I was sweet. No the rambunctious teenager is at the front of my mind.
However, I’ve learned to manage that reaction into a response that doesn’t’t make me sound like a I got a screw loose.
I like to make dinner.
Chicken with balsamic vinegar, fresh garlic, coconut oil, sesame seed oil, teriyaki, and a sprinkle of provolone.
Baby red potatoes with rosemary and fresh garlic.
French bread.
Now I’m hungry.
Dinner and conversation are the perfect foreplay.
If you know you and your partner are planning to have sex, make the day foreplay. Give each other texts that could be erotic.
One of my favorite ex girlfriends, we used to write erotic poetry through text.
Erotic is not “I’m gonna fuck….”
Erotic is “as I lay here I have no idea what to do, can you help me figure it out?”
You truly have zero idea what that means, however if you have a mind that understands sex and innuendo, one can say anything and have it be a sexual reference.
Now speaking to a lover is not speaking to anyone else.
One should never be lustful with one that one doesn’t have permission to lust after.
For crying out loud cut out the one night stands and the sex for a relationship.
Look for one that one wants to talk to.
Because talking is all your going to as you get older.
Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose.
What’s your favorite thing to cook?
I just love cooking for at least two. Cooking for one sucks ass.
Shinedown.
You can do much better, trust me.
This is my life. I’m always working to get better since my stroke 5 years ago. I know how much better I can do. It frustrates me to no end.
Both sides now by Neil Diamond is playing.
I’ve seen me at an IQ of 215 before my stroke. People hated seeing my name when I commented. They knew they were done because they couldn’t argue against my point unless they lied.
Since my stroke, I understand that I don’t speak well and it’s my shit to deal with. No one is at fault. It just is.
This is how I deal with it. I fight every day to get better every day. I’m getting better every day. My writing is proof of that.
I don’t get stuck on words as much. Thinking about a word didn’t used to be a problem for me.
Used to be I had a mastery of the English language.
I write this and I’m at peace with it. I know I’m getting better daily.
Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose.
Write about your first computer.
It was a dos machine. It was one of the first home computers. We had to use floppy and hard discs. What was windows?
I love the Killers and this song is one reason why.
People worry about the dumbest shit.
What does worrying get anybody?
Absolutely nothing.
Stress and stress and stress.
I used to worry about shit all the time, I got better.
A gentleman has nothing to worry about other than is he doing what he’s supposed to be doing, if yes, no worry.
A gentleman works at himself, but not to the cost of others.
A gentleman is always their for others and it doesn’t matter who. A child, a woman, an elder another gentleman, or a piece of shit.
Pieces of shit can be smelled from far away. As one gets closer to see the shit, one understands why it’s shit and goes with the flow.
A gentleman may or may not give to pieces of shit.
If a gentleman does give his time to a piece of shit, the piece of shit should be grateful.
The gentleman takes time to build pieces of shit into decent human beings.
The gentleman has patience that Job wished he had.
An actual gentleman will never lie to anyone about anything.
If a gentleman is telling you some bad shit, it’s because it’s true.
This is what I do. My week encapsulated and what comes out, this is what is coming out.
A gentleman never attacks, however will defend those who are being attacked.
A gentleman is precise in his language, meaning he will make sure he is understood using the simplest language.
Why use colorful words when simple ones will do?
If one wants to write poetry be as colorful as one can be.
When attempting to communicate with another, use small words.
Your thesaurus skills impress no one.
A gentleman is never looking for a lady, however if one shows up, he will give her his undivided attention.
Allowing the conversation to lead to God knows where.
While a gentleman may want a lady, a gentleman never allows himself to think of her in any lustful way.
Respect, self respect is what a gentleman has. Why would a gentleman disrespect another knowing he would first have to disrespect himself?
Fuck off with name calling, only truly pathetic scum of the fucking earth do that shit.
A gentleman swears to make a point.
However, he knows other words as well.
I could add more, and probably will.
Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose.
What’s the thing you’re most scared to do? What would it take to get you to do it?
I wrote a spiritual book, that if you understand it, you don’t need me.
I’m not one for getting behind the pulpit in a figure of speech. I don’t look at others as if the need me to figure their shit out. Just figure it out.
Tonight I had a woman tell me that philosophers such as myself have a responsibility.
Figures this the daily prompt.
I work nights and I just got home.
What do I need to do what I don’t want to do, the right, right woman.
I’ve been celibate for ten years waiting to meet the right woman.
Boston takes you through my day sort of.
I worked last night for the 5th straight night. I’m hurting.
If any of you have read me, you know that on a 1-10 scale of pain, my 8 would kill most people.
I’m at a 9 on my scale, meaning most of you couldn’t live doing what I do. That fucks with me. For me physical pain is more of an annoyance than anything.
When I got home I get naked, put in my comfy clothes, rolled a joint and headed downstairs for coffee. I had filled up the Keurig before I left.
My roommate decided to empty it out and when I discovered that I had already smoked the joint. I am in pain, so my patience is limited.
Had that been the first time, almost every time I want to make a cup of coffee I have to refill the damn water reservoir thing up.
This is a little thing, that could get someone killed.
I know how deadly I am.
I could walk into his room and snap his neck, why don’t I do it?
Because I live by one rule, don’t go to jail.
That means anything illegal is off the table.
And tonight I had someone put me in my place and I didn’t like it, however she was absolutely correct I’m what she had to say. I’m dealing with it.
Philosophers such as myself have a responsibility to everyone.
We are the deep thinkers.
We solve the shit that you need solved.
It’s our place to run shit. Not politicians, really intelligent people.
There should be an IQ standard for and civil service. If you aren’t intelligent you don’t get to run anything but a business.
I look at the world with veteran eyes.
If you served your country allowing us all to not have to worry, you should run the country.
If we look at those who run shit, I don’t want any drunks. Alcohol destroys the brain and pickles the body.
I get why prohibition got started. I get why some religions have no booze.
This is me in pain.
This is me dealing with it.
Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose.
Steve Winwood is to blame for this.
I live a higher love.
Others do too.
What is it that lifts us up?
No complaining.
A complaint that has no solution is going to tank you.
I look at what I could complain about, eh, doesn’t bother me.
I have zero complaints about my life.
The closest thing to a complaint is just a matter of waiting.
I hate it when people bitch, moan and complain.
I truly hate it when they complain about a contract they signed and the other party did their part, but what is it about student loans that people don’t want to live up their side of the deal?
I signed a contract and I have an outstanding student loan.
I don’t expect anyone to pay for my student loan.
I look at as if I didn’t think I had to pay, why?
What’s so special about me that I don’t have to pay my student loan?
I’m responsible.
At some point I’ll pay it. It’s my debt and I have the obligation to pay it.
The whole student debt thing is about responsibility, and those who cry over student debt, fuck ’em.
Why can’t others be responsible as I am?
It’s a choice we all make.
Choose responsibility.
What do you complain about the most?
Complaining is whining that you can’t do it.
If I find I can’t do it, I find a way to do it, but I never complain.
I hate listening to others complain, bitch and moan about anything.
I’ll do it, however I let them know how to fix their complaints.
What are your favorite sports to watch and play?
Takes zero talent.
Takes about an hour.
But the frisbees lost, oh well.
The Guess Who makes to the table while Life is Beautiful by Sixx A.M. follows suit.
If you can say something nice, make sure it’s damn true.
While I am as grateful as grateful could be for my last wife, she took advantage of me in ways I can’t even describe. She’s a dream weaver, meaning she can invade your dreams and make you see shit that most people would actually fall for.
Imagine you have a dream where you appear in a coral with the posts are pink demon looking things.
There’s a house and a boy standing in the second story window.
So I go in the house and there’s a few people at the table. They said your dead, now you can tell all your secrets.
That’s when I headed out of the house and figured out where the exit was.
Had this been the only time she fucked with my dreaming, I wouldn’t have developed dream defense. Wouldn’t even have thought of it.
Thank you.
There was one that I wish I could have again because it was cool as fuck. Fucked up shit, kind of demonic, but it was cool.
I exorcise demons, for me it’s like a kid in the candy store. I get most people would be rightly terrified by shit I don’t even blink at.
I always wanted to meet a dude that can do the shit I do. Instead I became me.
And I can teach anyone.
My email is jimccarterjr@gmail.com.
Two C’s.
So now Kansas has told be to carry on wayward son, so I bid adieu.
Van Hagar, well Van Halen is the ones you have to thank.
Dreams.
You never know what you’ll find.
That’s a fact I can’t escape. Doesn’t matter what I want, or think or feel I won’t know until I show up.
Everything I think might happen is nothing but a dream.
What would you do if you won the lottery?
Or create one.
I’d start with a peace of land and start building underground. Hearing and cooling is easier underground.
I invite people to build their shit on my land, creating a community. We sell what we grow and make.
That’s the job.
Thank you Jackie Wilson.
My heart got high today.
Sweetheart showed up for work today.
I love her face.
Her mother had a heart attack and that’s why she missed work.
Free Fallin’ by Tom Petty is playing and I’m in a free fall and I don’t care if I land.
It feels like I’m in love, and no.
Hungarian heart always falls in love first, then they get to them.
I’m working at not being that.
You ever look at someone for the first time and it hits you. I’ve had this happen before. I get the guidance is wait for her mother to be ok and then she’ll invite you to a date, but not a date.
I get it.
When I was 18 her name was something different. But she had the same skills. But she doesn’t know.
Telling someone their a telepath isn’t fun. Think about it.
I figured out when I was 37.
I talked to many people from my past to find out what I thought, I was correct without fail. Even though most of the time I was lied to.
Think about knowing the lies that you e heard that at one point you thought were true and then you figure out you already knew.
I can’t explain the emotional rollercoaster. It’s different for everyone.
I used to do this 6 days a week as an admin for an Empath group.
I was the guy that could tell them what they actually were, and it was not fun, it was work.
I’m a workaholic. I know me, I’ve seen me throw myself into something time and time again.
Doesn’t matter if you paid, if you do it 6 or more days a week and never tire of it, your a workaholic.
Imagine just came on.
That’s what I want to work on, building bridges of peace, I would never get tired of that.
What books do you want to read?
Duh, big red truck.
If I have to explain it, it won’t be funny.
Journey is the one that takes a journey in my mind.
Followed by Don’t Bring me Down by Electric Light Orchestra.
Fuck it I’m high.
I was talking with someone at work about how determination gas got me stuff. However, the shit the pops up and jumps on my lap, that’s the shit I actually truly wanted, I may not have known that at the time, but it has yet to fail.
I get this “guidance” that I’m getting a new job that I never applied for.
Now this “guidance” comes from I don’t know where. I could know, but that would ruin the surprise. I love surprises.
Do you understand that I picked my mother’s thoughts out of her head to find out about my surprise birthday party when I was 30.
Imagine your wise as shit, what surprised you?
I get it, that most people won’t get it.
I write for me.
If they need to study some shit before they get me, then starting studying.
I’ve studied philosophy, psychology and several of the psychologies, quantum mechanics, physics, martial arts, reiki, and stuff.
I’m that dude that knows shit.
All anyone has to do is ask.
A moment of my time for anyone of you is a priceless memory about that one time I met this dude.
I’m that dude.
It’s become a thing for me to have a convo with someone and for them it’s a unique experience, for me it’s what happens when I meet people.
I get how it sounds, it’s just my life.
I am just a dude who does dumb shit on occasion.
I’m also a prophet. I don’t like it.
I don’t like having people look at me for guidance from in high or done stupid shit like that.
That’s why I wrote The Book of Khaos Majick.
That’s what I use for my spirituality.
If one can read and can understand what it says, one does not need me.
That’s what I want.
I want people to read.
https://thebookofkhaos.wordpress.com/
Read.
Tell me what you think.
Write about a few of your favorite family traditions.
I have no family traditions.
The only thing I could use is when I talk to my son, when we say goodbye we do it like this.
Me
I love you.
Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose.
Him
I love you too.
Be bodacious.
Me
Fuck yeah!
This the only thing I might even consider as a tradition.
I’m the one that for Christmas dinner I wanted pizza to break the traditional dinner.
I don’t like traditions.
If one is ever going to break out of the cycle one must leave traditions behind.
Thank you Glen Frey.
How do I explain the feeling that I belong to Chico?
Everyone belongs where they are, if they didn’t the would be somewhere else.
If I move I’ll belong to that city. However, I never think about leaving. I figure if the opportunity comes up, it will. If not, nothing to worry about.
Why allow thinking of another place distract me from my life where it is now?
What purpose would it serve?
If I’m daydreaming about my life and where I want it to go, that’s egocentric.
If I’m daydreaming about my life and where people need someone like me?
That’s thinking we.
Stop thinking about the me.
Think about the we.
This is how we create our lives.
We create our lives while daydreaming.
We.
It’s all about we.
Tell me something not about me, but about a we you used to know.
I’m watching Star Trek TOS.
The episode has an alien that feeds on war.
What if the Gods that everyone believes in are using us to fuel their need for entertainment?
I was watching The Expendables and I get it.
We like watching violence.
We don’t necessarily like to become violent.
I’m at peace most of the time. It takes effort to keep my peace.
What is it that gets one to feel like violence is the answer?
We have many ways to justify violence as humanity.
Why don’t we have many ways to justify peace?
Because then what would they do for vengeance?
A proportional response.
What does that even mean?
It means you destroy a target or targets worth what they destroyed of yours.
That’s stupid.
If we want peace on Earth, we have to fuck off the proportional response.
We need to give peace a chance through negotiating.
Take the power back and use it to put peace in our minds, souls and hearts.
Queen, if you don’t like this band, it’s says everything wrong about you.
We, it’s a we that gets things done.
From everything we do we count on others.
I want to write right now. I needed the dudes who made my phone, the dudes and broads that run the electricity, the dudes and broads that run the communication shit for wifi, the dudes and broads…you get the point.
I needed everyone to do their part so I could write right now.
Never think about me.
Think about the we.
A new mantra I’m creating for myself in this moment.
I watched a couple YouTube clips I made several years ago, before my stroke.
I was impressed by the dude in the video. I can’t explain what it’s like to lose the ability to speak and then see yourself when you could speak.
I’ve been getting better daily, but I’m nowhere near 100%, maybe 75% or less.
It’s been 5 years.
Now I’m living the dream.
The place, the job, all I need now is an actual fucking bed. Still sleeping on a cot. It’s a comfy cot, but it’s not a bed.
If I’m honest with myself I’m missing a woman.
A woman that can put me in my place. A woman that can learn from me as she teaches me. A Conduit, meaning I channel her guidance to her through my mouth.
A woman that understands that and wants to learn.
I’m looking for my mirror reflection in the female form.
Wise as shit and no one cares, can get people to fuck off by telling them the truth, and stuff.
It’s takes a we for me to meet her.
That will be a glorious day for the we we become and the we will rock you.
If you understood that last sentence, I might be looking for you.
What do you enjoy doing most in your leisure time?
I’m an author, what else do you expect?
I really want to see Shinedown.
Getting up is the first thing you do for anything.
When I wake up it takes me at least an hour before I should ever speak to anyone. Being an empath, telepath and medium, the Conduit combo, I take on a lot shit while I sleep.
It takes me an hour at least to wake up fully.
It used to be I woke up and whatever anyone else needed trumped what I needed. Now, you got a wait a bit.
After that I don’t give a shit about many people. I love them, but I don’t like them and what they do.
However, I never let it turn to hate. An ex girlfriend once told me you have to love a person to truly hate them.
I hate the behavior and I love the person.
Narcissism has fucked our world for the most part.
Those that are not narcissists have a truly fucked up deal in dealing with someone who will never admit they ever did wrong.
That’s the thing, if one can’t admit they fucked up, they should not be allowed to ever hold any office.
Especially the office of president.
Name an attraction or town close to home that you still haven’t got around to visiting.
I’m surrounded by smaller towns and I drive right through them because people live there and I have no business being there.
If I got invited….
I love me some Dorothy.
I love everyone, meaning people I’ll never meet.
This woman, let’s call her Sweetheart.
She gives me advice that’s actually useful. Meaning I’m following it.
Do you have any idea how difficult is to advise me?
I’m a wise man. Meaning I give advice and people who think they can advise me, fuck off with their advice.
I listen to it, and I think about it. However it’s my choice as to what I will do and I’m not about to give anyone the upper hand.
Why am I getting defensive?
Because she gave advice and you thought about it and decided this weekend you’re pulling out the art book to do a soul flower for your sweetheart.
I did think that. Using the weekend to draw her a soul flower.
Am I fucked?
Would you follow her anywhere?
Yep, I’m fucked. Oh well.
Let’s enjoy the ride.
List five things you do for fun.
If you could make your pet understand one thing, what would it be?
However if you look at your pet as an extension of you, you’ll get to know yourself better.
The Black Keys are responsible for this.
I met a woman.
She’s gorgeous, I love her face, it’s a face I could wake to daily.
I know I’m getting ahead of myself. I met her 3 days ago.
I think of my grandparents, Frank told Marie on their first date “I’m going to marry you.”
Why am I thinking about this?
Because you dig her.
Yeah, I do. But why is it the moment I meet a blonde with blue eyes I feel my knees get weak.
Roxanne.
Right. She was the first blue eyed beauty that I fell for. I was 5.
Ever since I meet a blue eyed blonde and I’m fucked.
Since I know me, let’s do something different. Let her approach me. Play it cool, and am I 14, it’s what feels like.
I am flesh and bone. Flesh comes with desire.
How patient can I be?
The longer you wait to give in, the better the sin.
I created that years ago while doing The Rock n Roll Shaman.
Looking at now, I disagree.
Is it sin, or love?
I don’t want to fuck anyone.
However, if I find the right woman, I desire to make love with her.
With every step I take, I get stronger.
Let that root around in your brain.
Now does a rose with another name smell as sweet?
However, names can set your life forward or backwards.
Depends on what you do with it.
Write about your first name: its meaning, significance, etymology, etc.
Blue oyster cult is responsible for this.
Why fear The Reaper, Death?
He’s going to end your life anyway, why not use his advice?
Pick your death and live accordingly.
I picked my death. I live accordingly.
Death is only a transformation.
Engery cannot be destroyed.
It must turn into something else.
Look at the cycle of life.
Born, devours, dies, gets devoured.
It’s why I don’t understand why we have burials.
All one is doing is making it more difficult to participate in the cycle of life.
When do we let logic push through our emotion?
It’s good to feel, but one who is wise knows emotion drives one into a crash.
It’s why the wise push through with logic understanding the emotion and shit happens to everyone.
The wise don’t let it get them down.
They look forward.
What’s your dream job?
Working for the Rand corporation doing what I do.
Please tell me it’s not a train.
Cracker is the inspiration for this and the song, I See the Light.
And as usual it was playing when I came back in from a smoke.
Today I start a new job. I have the first day jitters.
I know I have zero to worry about, I just get nervous when starting something new. It’s not a fearful nervous, it’s an exciting nervous.
What am I going to learn?
People and their names. Learning people is an art for an Empath and is a skill that once developed one knows things that others don’t.
I’m going to learn my job and the way they want it done.
The way they want it done.
If at some point I figure a better way, then I can talk to someone, however I need to immerse myself in their process before I think I know some shit.
Student/teacher philosophy is on play.
I’m a student and I will learn.
I will not be so humble to think I don’t have anything to teach.
However, I will be learning much and patience will be required.
Patience is not a superpower, nothing is a superpower. Superpowers don’t exist.
I do have abilities that some might think of as superpowers. That is why I hide what I can do.
For them and me. If they get awed the fuck out, or worse, scared, that does no one any good.
I don’t like it when people get awed the fuck out.
It makes me feel like I want to cry, that they can’t see what they do is so much more than what I do.
There are times that I think what if I wasn’t an Empath, Telepath, and Medium, and then I think I’m glad to one.
The knowing that comes from everywhere is astonishing and I get most people have no fucking clue about it.
If they did it….but they don’t, so their level of understanding will be different.
Different.
We need to celebrate our differences.
As a people.
Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose.
What makes a good leader?
I wrote a leadership book.
A leader is anyone who sees something and takes care of it before it’s an issue. If they can’t take care of it they find someone who can.
A leader looks to not be seen doing good deeds.
They do their deeds because they need doing.
One who cares too much will not be a good leader for they will forsake the sum for the some.
A leader always thinks of the sum and fucks the some.
A leader is a dick who won’t take shit from assholes and will tell pussies to shut their holes.
I get some people will say a leader would never use that language, that is a pussy that needs to shut their hole.
I get some people think leadership is about being seen doing good shit and getting credit, these assholes need to get fucked.
Do your good deeds in secret.
Take care of shit that you see, or find another to take care of it.
It’s this simple if one wants to be a good leader.
At least it’s not trying to pretend to be my friend.
Thank you Sturgill Simpson.
I don’t like most people and most people don’t like me. I’m fine with it because I only need one or two friends.
I make friends rather easily.
Typically people know I can be counted on.
At times I fail.
If I can’t admit failure what in the fuck am I doing as a Táltos?
Some of my biggest failures were exactly what others needed, and I needed it to.
I learn from failure more than success.
Everyone one learns more from failure than success.
Feels like home by Orianthi is playing, and it does feel like home.
If you could un-invent something, what would it be?
Whatever I wanted to uninvent would be invented again.
This creates a loop.
Look at social media to understand what I mean.
Most people are trying to reinvent something as if no one ever thought of it before.
Why not work at inventing something we all could use, like free energy.
Do it in a way no one gets rich and we all prosper.
Open source.
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