As today’s high velocity tornadic psycho drama tears through the landscape of grass roots confusion and fields of zombie apathy, it might well be time we regard the depths of commitment to empathetic generosity with renewed style. Give freely of favor, friendship, care, and blemish free smiles. Give, give, and keep giving. Make beauty break back like wave after wave up on the shores of cynicism, disillusionment, mistrust, and corruption. Let waves of favor erode the hardened coastal ego crust. Clear rinse the composites of fear that have been laid down by the fairly disguised pornographers of fear. Flagrant fear pornographers have had the run of the mill ever since some ancestral genetic hacks insisted that slavery was the highest priority business model. The primal solution to this bizarre fit of cosmic selfishness manifest in our now inferno filled toxified terrarium is love. If one has it; It’s time to share it.
The redundancy and regurgitation THE problem(s) is at peak recognition. With every repetition the problem gets worse and worse. So with one last frown, it’s time to bid adieu to you problem. It’s been a period of living with an increasing angst, anger, and dyspepsia over the raging degradation of memories, moments, and hopes. One at a time try this little exercise. Grab the leaf of customary conventional acceptable norm and turn it over. Turn over the leaf of this spellbound perception that the agencies running our lives into the ground can at all be trusted for even one more second. It’s an ever monumental gestalt shift. How about living’as if everything up to this point has been a clumsy mistake? The mistake of handing our destined inheritance over to a cult of parasitic blood lust predators that have worked overtime for eons to convince us that we owe them our fortune. In this waste product schema of insatiable deserves, the lion’s share of all willful energies disappears into the cosmic black hole toilet bowl of tragic disappointment. The commode is flushed by a bunch of undead posers that never give back anything worthwhile for all the stolen favor. How bout we try living as if the customary boss has no jurisdiction? Tell your service to self homily walking..
A big way to live free now is to claim freedom and share it. Enough with living to hoard what the material dream suggests is a need. Screw that. It’s lead us up to, over, and beyond the precipice of disastrous shortage. The encouragement has been to live as if a fortune needs to be secured in some far off future securities fund. It’s all presented with this asinine competition objective of perpetual growth, while the organic world goes belly up. Ugh?! What a rotten disaster and a terrible shame. From here on in I’m giving a try at liven’ as if the real objective is charity. With all the certain imperfections the last word is less likely to be, “Give me that, it’s mine.”, and maybe, just maybe, some thing more along the lines of, “This is working for me. Would you like some?” And do it with some favor, an eased edge, and a smile. Start living’ as if we have good will toward the world and everything in it.