Ripples, Fractals and Cycles

By Pretty Alice

I know now what I didn't know then. 

Then 

when I lived on the Earth. I'm grateful I remember that life and I do not regret the fear I knew there for now I know love. 

For all that time I spent there on that plane of existence

 I could have chosen love 

as easily as I chose fear.

I was  what I fed. 

Love or Fear is an ever expanding repeating  cycle. 

As it is in the universe it is so within us. 

It is as you or I choose to believe. You can withdraw in a cold frozen stone or ripple out to an expansive wave of giving and receiving. 

The time here is short, do with it what you will.
I was given a gift I did not earn, to have memory of one life to the other.

All that will remain of you is the memory in someone else's head and hopefully the love with which you filled their heart. 

It's Not How You Got There, It's Where You Go From Here

By Scary Halloween

I hate the reality of my acceptance. 

Accept or Deny,  It is a choice. 

Of course I could continue to play with the little endless game of pong in my head. 

Bleep.             Accept.          Bleep.

 Deny.            Bleep.             

You get the image. 

Occasionally, I recognize that pride is a dangerous thing,and  with that comes ignorance, vanity, and a total complete lack of understanding of self and others. 

Living healthy spiritually, physically, mentally and emotionally requires a daily ever 

vigilant focus of internalizing processing and acting.  

That is exhausting on the front end,

at first it seems  much easier to let chaos take hold, but I find 

more difficult on the back end. 

Way more difficult. 

My problem is that the shitty mundane routine of aspects of life gets  in the way of higher pursuits.  Even pulling back the shower curtain every morning goes through me like nails on a chalk board. Thank technology for dry erase boards. Kids don't know how good they have it today. 

So I let these things of life distract me weaken me into fear and then anger so that pride insidiously leaks out from my dark core and consumes me as a bottomless hole.  A dark deep black engulfed fathom  that festers to  a case of the fuck its, fuck you, fuck me mother fucking fuck. 

And that whole hole has to be fed 

Thats when I think I need some sparkles, I need bobbles, something shinny to brighten, to bring light to the black, to bring nourishment in the form of  self indulgence.
You know the adage ,

" Starve the body feed the hole feed the disease."

Only one thing to do, I must go see
doctor Distraction. He lives in
the bottom of a 

bottle. 

And as I stated,

It's Not How I Got Here It's  How I Get To There.