awareness where little smiles contain greatest joy and minor hurts cut deeply and painfully, one is left to wonder what fate plans next. How much can I control? How much should I control? Paradoxical parlance perplexes this particular spiritual path. At this point, even to do nothing carries repercussions. We understand now how the ancients and still much of humanity today is consumed with knowing the future seeking psychics and various fortune tellers.
Suffering greatly lately with an affliction causing deep romantic attraction to ladies of a liberal persuasion, one has to wonder if this is some important mission-related problem I am to solve. Great powers that be must know that suffering in itself is a problem to be overcome. If my suffering is unending, how the hell am I to find time to figure out even the time of day let alone the intricate mind of the liberal lady?
It actually crossed my mind that perhaps cosmic powers running the show want a few more tears from yours truly since magick residing in them came from my own words. Careful what you wish for... careful what you say into the vast quantum field of dreams. Let the tracks of my tears lead to Utopia. Oh, the cosmic irony of it all!
Lately, the wacky tornado wanders through this timeless imagination leaving in her a wake deep pain and sadness that seems to stretch across lifetimes. Stars and planets may connect us, if only they could think for us. In all the gin joints in all the world, it makes perfect sense she would walk into mine. One supposes that someone had to beg for mercy for one of these many snowflakes falling apart and melting down all over America.
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Many relationships over the last few years have ended in liberal looniness leaving this spiritual warrior scratching his head. Watching love wallow in mediocrity, asleep at the wheel, a contemporary zombie, just another victim of patriarch matrix malevolence and her own vulnerability appears inescapable in my new enigmatic prison. Trapped in a living puzzle, a virtual maze of snowflake flakey love, I am forced to unravel the mystery for spiritual survival and ascension.
Given the keys to a splendid universe in mint condition and secrets to eternity, I am as most of us are well beyond the evolution of my namesake and great Forefather, Thomas Paine. Still, I am given to wonder as he did in his later years of cosmic questions taking us beyond death. He wondered about intelligent life in our universe. I wonder if I must know eternity alone watching friends and family grow old and die all around me?
As a breathing paradox slowly makes this transition from thrower of cosmic fireballs to spiritual and physical healer, it is a type of suffering to pay attention to politics for someone who has never voted. Nevertheless, it is a repercussion of awareness and part of the journey and growth. In for a penny, in for a pound, as they say. If I am condemned for some unknown time to suffering through bureaucracy and lost snowflake love for the sake of humanity, it can only be like sands through the hourglass and my new reality of living on the edge of time.
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