There’s no point in complaining about, trying to change, or even trying to Touch the past; it’s golden, Dead… and untouchable.

God has the Midas touch: He touches the present when it becomes past, and, at that moment, it’s turnt to gold.

He is also a gunner of the present, when it becomes past: every time the present becomes past, He kills it, so that even Trying to fuck with it is pointless. 

Finally, He’s s the perfect coffin-sealer and the perfect undertaker of present when it becomes past: when the present becomes past, He seals it in the perfect coffin container, and perfectly buries it where no one could ever possibly reach it.

So there’s no point in complaining about, trying to change, or even trying to Touch the past; it’s golden, Dead… and untouchable.

A tribute to Malcolm Holcombe

I love this guy. I met him 3 times at 3 different performances he performed in Savannah, Georgia, 1 in the First Presbyterian Church, cerca 2001, and for 2 separate performances at The Sentient Bean, cerca 2005 and 2006 or 7, respectively. I bought his CDs A Hundred Lies, in the former setting, and I Never Heard You Knockin', in the latter. I have fond memories of spinning both, especially the latter, which I associate with a bacon, strawberry, and macademia nut salad on dark lettuce, with strawberry vinaigrette dressing my mom was making frequently at the time I used to spin that one, frequently. That record and that salad are forever linked in my mind.

I love the way he played guitar. His performance style was always an inspiration to me: so candid, a dedicated entertainer, genuine, honest, and sincere. Every time we would talk for a minute, and when I told 'im I played guitar, he told me to 'keep on pickin'' He was clear, kind, and truthful. Humble and down-to-earth. He was totally approachable. He didn't dress like some pompous performer, but in work boots, as I recall, flannel, I believe, and torn jeans.

I loved the way he played and moved and his impromptu style of throwing in a comment here and there that was relevant to the circumstance as well as an entertaining story here and there. He told stories of being a cook in Nashville backstage of a joint that played artists on the stage up front, and he would sometimes steal an opportunity to pop up up there.

He was like a barely contained storm up there on the stage; he looked like he was about to fall off of his chair quite a few times, or that his guitar was just about to drop out of his hands, but he always managed to regain a good grip on his seating in the chair and his guitar. I also love his songwriting, so much of it is so melodic and classic, and his lyrics have a way of skipping the bullshit and cutting straight to the point. I believe he was actually a musical genius: it's apparent in the way he could pick a guitar.

He was a great inspiration and I feel fortunate to have rubbed shoulders with 'im a few times, as it gives all of his music I hear a deeper meaning and a deeper resonance that I feel must all come from some deeper understanding of what he was really at as an artist.

Petty Fires Blind The Way Of Even We Who Refuse Wrong

Life is hard. Why can’t more people straighten up and fly right? Life is hard enough without them making it more difficult.

They clog the path with petty fires, then blame the smoke for why they can’t see.

I don’t understand why to all appearances they embrace Satan and refuse the right way. There is no simpler solution than just to do right.

But still we walk, lanterns in hand, lighting the road even they refuse to see.

—with a little help from Copilot

    (Me

    Copilot)

Title by me, also.

Clifftop, West Virginia

My friend Sarah Fary and her father Dave Fary and his brother (whose name I have forgotten), of Silver Spring, Maryland, once, in the year of 2005, took me to an annual summertime all-weekend old-time music festival (featuring of course fiddles, bass fiddles, banjos, guitars, mandolins, accordions, mouth harps, harmonicas, washboards, etc etc etc etc.), musicians, children and families, caucasian mostly or exclusively, tents in about I would estimate a 75-acre field next to a river. There would finally arrive there I would estimate 500-1000 people. The music festival began on I’d say Friday afternoon or evening with a congregational meeting in the main tent in which some of the leaders gave speeches about the way the weekend was set to go, about the weather forecast, and some child volunteers put on a comedy show, pretty soon the music commenced and it was pretty much a thoroughly musical gathering where the music didn’t stop hardly until Sunday afternoon or evening when people began packing up their belongings and intermittently dissipating. People parked their cars around the periphery of the field. People swam in the river, which was small enough and shallow enough there for children to wade safely, but meandering, underneath an awning of pine trees, down a steep hillside. There were large rounded rocks on the riverbed clearly visible to the swimmer, although the water was rushing through pretty quickly. I think this particular festival has been going (assuming it is still continuing) since O God who knows how long probably since I am guessing the 1960s. I don’t know when it began. There were old couples, old friends reuniting, maybe over a duet. The was a lot of improvisation, but mostly the players tried to keep to the classic tunes. These were tunes in most cases of course of Scottish-Irish or otherwise American origin, I guess. Other than I can’t tell you a whole lot more. I brought my guitar and played along in one jam session come Sunday afternoon, but mostly just shouted out vocal interjections of a hopefully musical nature as I sat and observed and listened to the many others play, and there were numerous groups and pairs and combinations all over the place. Mostly my girlfriend and I swam in river, had sex in our tent, hung out with her dad and her uncle in our little corner by the woods, and ate food camp-style cooked. She and her father listened to me play my guitar songs in a triangle on Friday night underneath the moon and stars as they’d just come out, and the ceremony was just getting up and running, excitement was in the environment and in my heart. Later, I would play for her a song or 2 by my own high school band and a song or 2 by a couple of modern alternative rock bands, away from the crowd. I would estimate the dates for the festival that year at least, covered the first weekend of August. Sarah’s dad bought me a T-shirt commemorating the festival, but it has since been lost. I have forgotten where it went. I told her I might meet ‘er at so and so an hour, and we’d break up, and I would go sit in the middle of a musical group for an hour or 2, admiring the dexterity of the players, as I said, humming along, singing along, interjecting verbal/musical commentary, then move on to the next group, and continue in this pattern for a few hours. One woman, a musician in the group I sat in on on Sunday afternoon, asked me in a sarcastic way if I intended to make a living out of playing music. I was kind of a weird cat in those days. Admittedly, I don't have much too much of a musical upbringing, I hadn’t remembered my clip-on guitar tuner, had to borrow Sarah’s uncle’s, had only tuned my guitar thereby once in the weekend, and my guitar was cheap, likeable, in tone, to a cardboard box. I hope this is enough to be going on: where do you think this could have been?

My wife

I want to meet my wife ASAP and get married ASAP. I may sound to be in a rush, but I am not. I just don’t want to waste time, so I won’t. The present is all we’ll ever have, time is of the essence, as they say. I figure when I see her, I’ll know she could and hopefully will be the one. This pends of course on her availability. I am not too results-oriented, although I will admit I do have the result of a child in mind. I’ve never been a father, I am 42, never been married to anyone. I think this makes me goodly viable husband and father material despite some things I read online (prefer someone under 40, definitely do not prefer someone who has never been married [can’t figure that one out]. Most people who want to be parents, however, would, I imagine, prefer someone who has never been one before, either); I frankly would hope to find a woman who has never had any kids, is mature, and who, like me, has never been married to anyone else. I wonder what the odds of finding this woman in the next few years could be. Other preferences would be perhaps fluent in an entirely different language before English (preferably, actually, Spanish, as I already know a significant amount of that, and could use the mental workout. I can give her updates on English. We’ll both know each other’s native tongues enough to get by with each other but on the other hand will perhaps often be forced to revert to the more fundamental human language. I also know a fair amount of French and Greek, but for reasons that will become apparent, I think it remains the most realistic option to keep an open mind about a Spanish-speaking girl), and also Musical. I would prefer that she, my wife, be musical. If she played the drums or the guitar or sang, that would be Sweet. I prefer on top of those things that she have a worthwhile head on her shoulders (I have heard that if you can conceive of holding a lifelong conversation with your love interest, they just might be a keeper). I have what I hope to be a sensible sense of humor, and I hope that she would laugh at my jokes. Faith in God, whatever that is, is critical, key, essential, necessary. This may sound strange, but I prefer, definitely prefer, for her to be 62.5 inches tall, I can give or take a centimeter or a centimeter and a half, roughly, I believe, but outside of that range, I really wouldn’t be as satisfied with her as I might be. The music thing might be how we could manage to have a common goal at which to aim, namely a production or a product which we try to produce whether that be a satisfactory song performance or a satisfactory song or a recording that would be worth trying to sell. Anyway, I hope you get my vision. Oh, also I was thinking I might meet her in Bolivia or Peru, maybe Chile, maybe Argentina, I don’t know, I’ve never been there, but I think those places are the most attractive places on Earth. I hope I might, just sayin.' I’d have to get down there, first. In order to do that, I’d need some more time and money. Anyway, guess you get my picture. Another thing, she must be health-conscious in regard to her own health; vegetarianism is a very sexy thing; if she can get down with the idea of exercising for a minute, every day, or at least Almost every day, that too: very sexy. Am I forgetting anything? If she could love reading books and writing, That, too, would be very sexy, although in this case, the true descriptor would be very, Very sexy. Am I forgetting anything, yet? Race, coloration: not important. However I must admit that in the pants, I am not the most endowed of all men (perhaps a good 7 inches when fully erect, as well as not the most girthy (though not thin)), and I deem a sexual match to be of the utmost importance, so, I would hopefully be able to, by looking at her face and her mouth and her lips and her hands and her eyes, gauge whether she might be a good match for me, or not. I don’t want to have sex with her until after we are married. Two things, perhaps, of final importance: A. I myself am 69 inches tall, in case she, too, might be looking for something specific, and B. a slight hint of autism couldn’t hurt. Now this is the woman of my dreams. What, do you think, are the mathematical odds that all of this could come true?

Q: You were drunk. You committed a crime. May you use the fact that you were drunk as an excuse?

A: No. You chose to get drunk. Now you must face every consequence that came down the line from that decision and action.

I got rid of all my dreams.

Love, of course

I love love. 

It lifts the stars and sings above.

Love’s the best. 

It builds a home in every chest. 

I love God.

He breathes through stone and lightning rod. 

Listening

Is love’s deep art of witnessing.

Thanksgiving.

Use is really the key to life. Use what we have, as you say, and we will find happiness. God doesn’t appreciate disuse.

Every moment is precious. I cherish my books and my reading and my music and my walking legs and my soundly beating heart and my fluidly functioning lungs and my hearing and my sight and my health and my medicine and my food and my water and my cat and my house and my environment where it is located and a few friends and my parents and my ability to think and remember things and the philosophy I have developed and the ideas I have had and my ongoing discovery of new ideas and my freedom from oppression and the planet earth and my creativity and my talent and heat in the winter and my bicycle and my money and income situation and even what has appeared to have gone wrong, in the past, and just my overall apparent good luck. Cooperation with God is really key, the way to success and happiness. All that time I kept on saying me, but really God is the true owner of it all; he could take it back at any time; it’s all on loan. One must exercise their right and belonging in a way that shouts out I appreciate them! I love them! Thank You for them! If one were to lose everything, one would still have their mind, would they not?

Thanksgiving.

A fantastical idea

This tends to the fantastical, which I don’t generally endorse, but I had an idea, today, that struck my fancy as novel. What if, when we are swallowing our food, since it is literally the promise of more, further, future, life, and opposites tend to support each other (black depends for its very existence on white/low depends for its very existence on high), we are literally contacting the souls of the dead?

Experimentation

Sometimes experimentation is the best way of determining the best way of doing something.

st. patrick's breastplate prayer

i bind unto myself, today, the strong name of the trinity, 

by invocation of the same, the three in one and one in three.

i bind this day to me forever by power of faith, christ’s incarnation,

his baptism in the jordan river, his death on cross for my salvation,

his bursting from the spicéd tomb, his riding up the heavenly way, 

his coming at the day of doom, i bind unto myself, today.

i bind unto myself the power of the great love of the cherubim,

the sweet well-done in judgment hour, the service of the seraphim,

confessor’s faith, apostle’s word, the patriarch’s prayers, the prophet’s scrolls,

all good deeds done unto the lord, and purity of virgin souls.

i bind unto myself, today, the virtues of the starlit heaven, 

the glorious sun’s lifegiving ray, the whiteness of the moon at even,

the flashing of the lightning, free, the whirling wind’s termpestuous shocks,

the stable earth, the deep salt sea, around the old eternal rocks.

I bind unto myself, today, the power of god to hold and lead,

his eye to watch, his might to stay, his ear to hearken to my need,

the wisdom of my god to teach, his hand to guide, his shield to ward,

the word of god to give me speech, his heavenly host to be my guard

against the demon snares of sin, the vice that gives temptation force, 

the natural lusts that war within, the hostile men that mar my course:

few or many, far or nigh, in every place and in all hours:

against their fierce hostility i bind to me these holy powers,

against all satan’s spells and wiles, against false words of heresy,

against the knowledge that defiles, against the heart’s idolatry,

against the wizard’s evil craft, against the death wound and the burning, 

the choking wave and the poisoned shaft: protect me christ, ‘til thy returning.

christ be with me, christ within me. christ behind me, christ before me.

christ beside me, christ to win me. christ to comfort and restore me.

christ beneath me, christ above me. christ in quiet, christ in danger.

christ in hearts of all who love me. christ in mouth of friend and stranger.

i bind unto myself the name, the strong name of the trinity, 

by invocation of the same, the three in one and one in three

of whom all nature hath creation: eternal father, spirit, word.

praise to the lord of my salvation. salvation is of christ the lord.

Books are where to look if you're looking for the truth

A book is good to the extent that it is true; therefore, if one tells the truth, it is called good. That’s why it pays to read them; if you want the truth, there's no better place to look than in a good book.

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A book's truthfulness is the measure of its quality; all of the really good ones are filled with the truth. Therefore, if you want the truth, it pays to read them.

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Its truthfulness is that which determines a book's quality. All of the really good ones are good only because they tell the truth. Therefore, if the truth is what you want, it pays to read really good books.

2 New Thoughts

When reading: 

Define a definition. Give every word its time in the sun.

I’m going to start making more of an effort to be in the right places at the right times.

Le Mot Juste

Dear Lord God, please don't let me say anything until I have found le mot juste,

please don't let me say anything when I don't have anything to say,

please let me say only what I need to say,

and when I have said what was necessary, please shut my mouth.

Amen.

1:2/3::3:x

I have the tattoo 1:2/3::3:x on my arm.

The 1 stands for the mind of God.

The 2/3 stand stands for the mind of the devil Satan (666: the number of the beast).

The 3 stands for the mind of the world, the ten thousand things, the opening of chaos, 

and the x stands for the mind of me & my lover, when we get together. 

The mind of God stands in a polar opposite relationship to the mind of Satan. 

The mind of the world stands in a polar opposite relationship to the mind of me & my lover, when we get together. 

I am so happy I finally found what this means; I’ve had it on my arm for years; only just now have I realized what it means.

My 3 favorite prayers

God, grant us serenity to accept what we can’t change. Courage to change what we can. And wisdom to know the difference. 

O that you’ll bless me indeed, and enlarge my coast, that your hand’ll with me, and that you’ll keep me from the evil one, that he might not grieve me. 

Dear Lord God, deliver us from every temptation, deliver us from every evil. Put the right word into our mouths at all times, or else silence when we have nothing to say. Forgive us of all sin, absolve our guilt, and let us overcome our past regret. Help us to find the Spirit of Love within our own hearts: not to lie, but to always tell the truth. Let us listen only to Thee, and obey Thy commands. Let us forgive the others for their wrongdoings, and finally, give thanks for what we do have. Amen.

PRAYER TO GOD

HELP ME TO FIND THE SPIRIT OF LOVE WITHIN MY OWN HEART: NOT TO LIE, BUT TO ALWAYS TELL THE TRUTH.

GRACE

Please sit down before you begin this grace.

LORD, THANK YOU FOR THIS FOOD. 

GOD BLESS IT. 

PLEASE, MAY THIS FOOD GO DOWN CORRECTLY, LORD.

Just shut up and listen now.

3 Thoughts

Music is about motion.

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Keep me away from pain.

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Art is about every detail.

Ruby Red Ruby

Ruby red ruby. Best of hues, sacred stone, glowing strong, hubristic light. Ruby red ruby. Let the aura shine from the rock, the color of blood, the most serious of tones. Ruby red ruby— make you pause in your tracks: ruminate, contemplate, meditate… and breathe a lot deeper. Never a hassle. Forget outright complaint. Kill your worry, destroy your anxiety before it even gets started, nip consternation in the bud… Ruby red ruby.

—Saturday, August the 23rd, 2025

A meditation on Thich Nhat Hanh’s Touching Peace

Thich Nhat Hanh is a wisdom practitioner. Take his advice for better health. Mindfulness. Mindfulness, mindfulness, mindfulness. If you’re walking, say to yourself, I am walking. If you're sitting, say to yourself, I am sitting. He provides it as the best workable cure for all the world's ills.

Sure, suffering will always be here, but we must learn how to deal with it. 

In this book, he provides a summary rundown of all his usual favorite points.

Mindfully strengthen goodness, weaken negativity. 

We all need a sangha.

A peace treaty: how to resolve conflict within the sangha.

If you transform yourself, you do so for the benefit of all of us.

Tradition is irrelevant. These are very simple practices that can be used by anyone at any time. He aims at tying cultures together. ‘Think globally.’ Think in terms of the water, not the waves, the ‘ultimate,’ not the limited historical perspective, nirvana, not samsara.

Includes the 5 precepts: Don’t kill, Don’t steal, Don’t participate in sexual misconduct, Use your tongue mindfully, Watch your consumption. 

Don't abuse. 

Know that your parents were once children themselves: vulnerable. You yourself are the crucible that carries the habits of your ancestors and your parents, and will transfer those to your children and future generations. Watch yourself. Your body does not belong exclusively to you. It is actually the belonging of everyone.

Go beyond thyself. Do not think in terms of yourSELF. Think in terms of the society, the community, the sangha. 

Life is really a process of transformation. There is no final stage. 

Write a list of what you have consumed that you shouldn't have. Vow not to repeat it. 

You cannot have someone else suffer and be totally happy yourself. This should be fairly obvious. We inter-are; we are co existent,

interdependent, and mutually reliant. If you or I do something right, you or I will be responsible to the herd. If you or I do something wrong, you or I will be culpable to the herd.

Slow down, calm down, and practice wholesome living.

Everyone can benefit from a sangha. It's a place where as a literal or figurative family, we can resist, using each other as a support, the toxic elements of the world.

His dream at the end is very telling. In it he dreams that he and his brother An are at the marketplace, and for sale on one of the tables is every terrible, awful, and horrible experience he has ever had: warfare, disease, fire, famine, racial oppression, hatred, injustice, ignorance, misery and death. The man selling the ‘goods’ asserts that Thich Nhat Hanh and A will have to undergo these things forevermore, without cessation, on endless repeat. At first, he's down-hearted, but then he gains strength & courage, and shouts in the man's face, ‘If that's the way it is, so be it! If that's the way it must be, then we'll face it!’

This goes in the face of anyone and everyone who is always like, ‘Let’s put off true living for the afterlife,’ ‘This life is insignificant 

compared with the afterlife,’ ‘I'm just waiting for heaven.’ Thich Nhat Hanh is wise enough to

realize that THIS life IS the afterlife, THIS IS the meaningful one, THIS life IS what matters. Reality must be lived fully. We must emBrace THIS life, despite all its imperfections & flaws, nay, misery, depression, & suffering. Because there IS no other life! This defies the nihilism many profess. It turns it on its head, and asserts rather that we are here in this life for the sake of FIXING IT. We can't give up. We can't throw up our hands and say that this life wouldn’t compare with the afterlife, just to wait for some eternal redemption. On whose terms? Our own? Individually? Personally? Selfishly? Or do we expect our family to be there, and do we get the chance to spread out? Nah. Thich Nhat Hanh suggests that as hellacious as life can get, he and his family will face it. If he has that kind of courage in the face of never-ending life, why can't we?

Advice for clearing intestines

I have been seeing a lot of ads for clearing clogged intestines, so some of you probably need to hear this: If you squat like this when clearing your bowels:

you will experience up to 20% more clearance.

MEDITATION

Meditation

Peace & quiet

Shut up

Just breathe

How do you slow down your thoughts? By first shutting down your speech.

STOP talking

You can’t listen & talk at the same time.

GOD is speaking.

We should be listening

Can you hear him?

What do you hear him saying?

THE TRUTH is in the small details, and if you don’t shut your mouth, you’ll never hear ‘im

You’ve gotta tune in

Get some time alone

Turn off the noise, turn off the electronics

Get out in nature

Far out of town

Have you ever been?

Listen

Listen

Cover your mouth with tape if necessary

Stop mouth breathing

What is the point of doing anything at all?

Stop grasping

Find a comfortable position in which to sit

Don’t push it

Silence is not the ABSENCE of noise, just the LOWERING of it

Realize that your true destination is none other than the Here & Now

Stop trying to force issues

Let it go

Let it go, let it go

Peace be with you

Peace inside

True change comes from within

You are one with God

Be quiet

Settle down

Be at peace

BE one with God

Stop talking

Stop trying to get anywhere

Realize that everything you need is Here & Now

No need to go after

No need to be anywhere else

Chill

Settle down

Relax

Breathe

You are perfect JUST the way you are

No need to do ANYTHING

Combined Being & Presence

Here & Now

Where else would we Be?

Open your heart

Let GOD in

Admit THE TRUTH

As a fletcher fletches his arrows, control your MIND

Do not slack; control your self, difficult as it may be

Ingest food for the SOUL

At a glance, acknowledge THE TRUTH

BE THE TRUTH

YOU ARE THE TRUTH

Do not deny it

Relax

Settle down

Control your SELF

True change comes from within

Look INside

Never mind

Forget the past

God grant us serenity

Do not chase

Do not fight

Do not pursue

Do not cling to

Settle down

Calm yourself

BeLIEVE

God is listening

He CARES

God forGIVES

Forgiveness & Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving & Forgiveness

Watch

Listen

Look

Feel

Don’t talk, don’t talk

(This is how I’m feeling right now)

Join the cosmic effort to BE GOOD

GOODNESS is plentiful

GOODNESS is abundant

Prepare

Settle down, relax

Forgive, forgive

Always forgive

Do not bear a grudge

Let it go,

Let it all go

Fuhgetaboutit

Let it go

Forgive, Harmonize, sublimate, scratch out sin

Hypothesize, explain

Expand, grow

BE

Cool down

Wear & tear

Absolve sin with soap & water

Dissolve the hurt

Dissolve the dirt

Dissolve the stain

Dissolve the pain

Dissolve the need to prove yourself

Dissolve the pride, the ego, the self

Realize that YOU are GOD

GOD is within YOU:

Inseparable from YOU

Indistinguishable from YOU

The same as YOU, no different THAN YOU

Your conscience is GOD speaking TO you

Listen!

Listen to your HEART

There is no excuse for hate, none for hating anyone

GOD IS LOVE

YOU ARE LOVE

YOU ARE LIFE; YOU’ll LIVE forever

Do not give up

Miss anyone beyond the grave?

You’ll see them again

Life on earth is IT, but it would come round, again

Death is not the end

Death is just a break

Eternity in death is just a long time

When you’re dead, you shall rest in peace

Sleep well

It will overtake you

You’ll be asleep for awhile, but all sleep must end in wakefulness just as all wakefulness must end in sleep

Life would come round again, you would die again,

And the pattern would continue

On & off, like a light

We’ve all done it a quatra gazillion badillion times

On & off, like a wave

The SOUL is immortal

On & off in a neverending cycle

Consciousness depends upon a body; reincarnation happens only every Eon

Do not fear, just do right

Life is hard but doable

Take some pains

You must

If you don’t, they’ll take you

Even out

Stretch it out

Thank GOD for what you Do have, and forgive

Forget the past

It’s over, set in stone

The past is past:

Settled, finis, kaput, buried, dead & gone

Say goodbye to the past

Let it go

It does not serve you

The past is sealed, finished, finalized, out of reach

It’s escaped us, and we’ll never get it back

The past is untouchable, ungraspable

You won’t do anything about it

You’ll never change it

You will not get another try at it

Your chance to do the past any differently is, well… past

God grant us serenity

It’s over

I’ll miss my parents

But, I’ll see ‘em again

I’ll miss my so called friends

Bless ‘em

Bless YOU

God bless, God bless EVERYONE

God, thank God for music, nuthin to save my soul from its intellectualizations

God, thank God for music

Stretching my notions…

Apologetics

Sorry

So sorry

Forgive me, Lord

Forgive me of all sin, let me overcome my past regret

Heaven on Earth is within reach

It is that for which we are Here

Heaven on Earth is that for which we are Living

PEACE on Earth

May the lion lie down with the lamb

Vegetarianism is the solution

I’m into solutions; I believe in solving problems; I CHOOSE to be solutions oriented

Do not give up

Hold on, hold on

Press on

You’ve got this

I believe in YOU

Believe in your SELF

Anything could happen

With God anything is possible

The possibilities are infinite

You’re a potential genius

You’re potentially perfect

Just cut away the flak, cut away the layers:

The layers of darkness,

Of murk,

Of muck,

Of mud,

Of dirt,

Of soot,

Of filth,

Of thick, black crud,

Of shit with soap & water

Penetrate with insight

One by one, peel the layers away

Reveal the layers within until you reach the HEART

The HEART Is YOU

The HEART is GOD

The HEART is SELF

The HEART is LIGHT

The HEART is LIFE

The HEART is INCORRUPTIBLE

The HEART is SANE

The HEART is PURE GOODNESS

Believe in GOD, believe in God

HE will help you

He will help US

Find the light WITHIN

Your HEART is PURE

It’s the ATMAN inside

Just gotta remove what obscures the LIGHT

Look inSIDE

Be INTROspective

Use your INtuition

Separate the real from the false

Don’t deceive, don’t lie

Don’t put up with it

Don’t Be deceived, put it down

Ignore the liars and the lies

GOD can’t lie

Try not to

Be steadfast about THE TRUTH

Dedicate your SELF to THE TRUTH

Devote your SELF to THE TRUTH

Commit to THE TRUTH

BE THE TRUTH

MEDITATE