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Tag: jung
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Twice now and way more times than that have I tried to give up on missing people. Those people who were closest to me are so hard not to cry over when I realize they are no longer key components of my life and the deeper the memory of most recent regurgitation, the harder it is to look at it without despair. Sometimes I feel like I’m overreacting. But my biggest concern is that they don’t care. I fear they never cared. I believe it never mattered and that might scare me most. Maybe I’m a passing thought in their lives. I like to think that they may miss me. If they don’t, so be it. Who am I to them anymore anyway? Nothing but a memory as they seem to be to me. I’d like to think they’re the base of who I am today, that I have been shaped by the past. I should let go. Or should I hold on? Either way is painful. Both feel impossible. That gives memories a convenient feel. All I have are the memories of which are totems in time. Some are beautiful, others distraught. They’re pillars of life which I can’t cut down, though I may leave them to oxidate, they’re stuck standing in the lands of history and hold structure to buildings that once bustled with activity. Maybe those buildings are still active with new people whose presence brings on life that supports the buildings as thoroughly as the past. To learn from the past is probably the most valuable option in the longstanding showdown between me and my memories. I wish I could repeat the past sometimes, but then I wonder why I would want to. I’d want to do things differently, do things the right way as I look back on the wrongs. But what’s the difference between then and now other than the people? Why not act in the way now that you think you should’ve then? There’d be less regret in that sense, and greater exploration, discovery of possibility. It’s difficult not to think to myself “won’t I just be building memories of which I will look down upon with despair as I realize they’re no longer for me to take part in?” Everything changes. Why would you want things to stay the same? Everything feels virtually the same anyway, so why not recharge, refresh? Let it breathe because it could stop breathing at any moment. You won’t always be happy about it, but why would you want to always be content? Doesn’t that seem lazy? You know there are other problems to tackle other than your pillars of the past, of which are entirely immovable. Ah, maybe there’s a key there. If the pillars of the past are immovable, and you’re currently building future pillars of the past in the present, doesn’t that reveal a certain strength of which your humanity gives to the present? And in that case, the future? It’s almost as if your actions are time travelers and that they will always be shaping the world around you no matter how deep and lost below they sink. This gives memories the quality of diamonds in a sense. Some may be rough and almost unknowable while others are fine cut and precious. If you think the memory is fine cut, hold on to it if you believe that suits you best. If you find a memory that’s rough, it’s probably better not to change it, but if you try, you might find it was one of the most beautiful memories that you left out and once you’ve cut it and found this out, you’ll hold to it forever if you value it enough. As for the oncoming chances to find new precious rocks in time, well, that’s up to you to decide how you’re going to cut what you’ve discovered.
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The divine is that which is bright yet unseen and is a felt and somewhat believed force of nature. The bright and unseen falls through dimensional fabrics that subsequently resonate via shimmerations of such thoughtful reputabilities. The microscopic diffusion of the photonic particlization makes the subsequent experience upon any form of epidermic sensory intake (or otherwise) is nearly imperceptible except for by either natural acceptance via unconscious reckonings and/or by conscious realization through methods whether on purpose or by just happening. Whether noticed, acknowledged, felt or not, such divinities must be believed to be righteous within their infiltrations, that is to say, well intentioned, and given freely thus asking for nothing in return. To such a degree, the idea of gratitude becomes a grand source of reckoning when undertaking what exactly to do in the face of such powerful yet untouchable. Though the initial thought of gratitude comes across as cultish from a behavioral standpoint, one must then consider the scientific ramifications induced by acting out the psychological undertaking of gratification. Such molecular manifestations, as noted in previous essays, carry over resonate values that have physical impacts on the surrounding environment, subsequently people and oneself. As noted, these are inevitable resonations, and so are being cycled by our influence whether we are conscious of our penetrative conjurations or not. This is a good thing no matter what, but to be conscious of the influence brings to question the idea the impact of riding the divine waves of experience with gratitude not unlike the ways in which the snowboarders, surfers, longboarders and skaters overtake their respective surfaces with utter flow. The resultant state is an awesome display of balance on an otherwise tiny piece of wood that without the human experience of control over that which may/may not be unpredictable within one’s personal experience as affected by the surrounding environment, when done with full belief in the depths of one’s experience, ends up being a beautiful form of ecstacy that then becomes an overall shared experience between the conscious reckonings of the surrounding populous, thus physically manifesting that which had been previously deduced as divine nature. This could be thought as making heaven on earth, God’s image even. Would this mean man is experiencing the power of God? Or is man fulfilling his nature in a godlike being? It would be fullhearty to believe that man would be taking on God’s form itself, but the positive impact on one’s physical health can have an exponentially righteous effect on the external.
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What type of words to be taken from the collective consciousness is not to be taken lightly as all responsibility falls on us as creators to incur proper thinking in order to maintain semblance among ourselves. Yet let us not be so unforgiving for the love of all that is love, and that is to say that we may yet consider our past indiscretions towards the world and unto ourselves that they may be in themselves a powerful force in recognizing a source of a past self that once despised external aspects, and in the course of healing at least, wishes to reflect on those so-called sins and perhaps practice shedding a new light that is to say that in reflecting upon those mistakes maybe you will be able to forgive, full-heartedly, the mistakes of others with an everlasting eros. In doing so, we may, in my opinion at least, may flourish as a nation, and propel our entire species forward, not underground or in bits and pieces, but rather upward, supporting the dreams of those who dream dreams not yet dreamed, those we can only but dream about ourselves, who, if we so give a damn like our forenations before us, will see heavens with their physical born bodies, experiencing the likes of which only angels would have otherwise, and we will all be united in the skies, as we will share with them the maps to the universe, and the missions that have been sent down to us from the heavens stream of light waves, those nearly indecipherable messages that serve to give and nourish life, and invite life to be lived further than ever before thought appropriate for the likes of the three dimensional being, the origins of which come the monkey, fish, bubble, rock, element, and so be it, the atom and beyond. Here we stand, at last and forever, stand with me won’t you?