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How do we begin to move from a place when our compass fails us? When the needle of our life’s direction refuses to yield a steady aim, what then? The mindless is without the mind. The easy answers is: something. Do something. Anything until you know a more specific something. Do that.

Really though? That’s our answer? I’d rather wake up. I’d rather return to the certainties that seek quantities of my something. That is where my joy lives. Still too often my hands hold stones. They forget their work, and without knowing, stones take up residence where tools once inhabited. Bugga. Set down these stones. Do not cast them. Do not allow their weight to tie in with your mind, or you will drown in the sea of everything.

Let the judgements rest and be settled upon the court of the universe. Let, too, our own judgements against us be settled through the court of the universe. Where does that good journey wait for me then? I should be off to do something until again I know it.

To reveal what’s underneath is a craft of pulling away piece by piece the surface. Each piece of human self has different tendencies. Some parts of ‘us’ hold on and are difficult to erode. Other parts are soft and erode away easily. These constant life erosions are the very things creating our meta-appearance within the dynamic ranges of personality and personhood.

Sometimes, the erosions in specific ‘us’ areas become so drastic that a collapse is imminent. Too much has been removed and the structure of the trait or characteristic or idiom simply cannot maintain itself against the foraging elements of life living. But, there is something of great importance to remember.

Just like the land can be raised into mountains and high plains, so too can the self be raised. We can rise.

It has long been kept close to my heart the credentials of a curse. Once a curse is spoken it cannot be unspoken. The only path out is through. We were blessed as humans in a way that is incredible. Every curse was bound to a blessing, but it is finding this blessing that is part of the blessing itself. It is not always, and many times rarely, easily done.

To speak our grievances we often speak curses to the air. Beginning long before it is even spoken – a time when a curse is still held in the private holdings of thought – to the keeper of its intention. It is the unintended consequence that unfolds first and more violently does send at first the idea of ill-thinking. It is a criminal act against the whole system of understanding to assume this role, and to be this player in the games of life.

Heavy questions are more difficult to move from on top of where they keep their answers. More work must be done; more life must be felt; more depth must be achieved. In our society, my society, we are consumed with the path of least resistance. To do what is easy – to avoid what is hard – to turn away from what is hard – to curate the illusions of what should be easy.

If we are Shepherd only to the easy, we shall only reap what expansion has occurred in the self. We are wolves shepherding the flock – when the flock is difficult to reach and not giving its life-source as needed, we turn to one another and tear apart at the easy flesh. What trouble this brings?

Our McDonalds society is not giving the deep nutrient and mineral value needed, but we charge away anyhow. It is effective to do a little and see a little change – when we are not used to change, little change often feels like big change. It is not big change, though, and the tears and rips will continue to allow our selves to pour out. In all the ways we can – eat better food – eat the best foods.

Corrosion is a path that will lead to corruption if left unattended. These heavy plaques that are so easily invited into the depths of our thoughts begin to corrode us. It is not easy to tell them that their welcome has passed for they have no ears. Only by the actions of the person will corroding thoughts be washed away and the terminals with which we think cleared for proper charge and discharge of good and simple thoughts. For my mind – the battery – and my thoughts – the alternator – must arrange themselves in this cycle of give and take as best and as clear as possible in order for the outcome of my own machine that is to do the work to be done to be able do it best. I am talking once more about the allegory of the two hands.

I cannot do the work that needs done with two hands with only one hand. No matter the proficiency of the one hand the requirement is set. It is metaphor, but it a most important understanding for those of us that have dreams. The answer is uncomplicated, though. It is binding and twisting itself all together with simple details that are weaving a material of reality that is easily given over to corruption. Often, unknowingly given to it. How does the mind stay clear enough to see that it cannot just be a battery of the give-take dynamic? It must be more. It must sit on the throne that rules debate and conflict and all while measuring goodness, outcome, and virtue.

The balance that comes is that one gets burned while the other is safe – both get burned and some heal quickly; some do not heal; some heal a little – some know what it is to War and that it comes on every level and at every moment. To War a good War will never have the full set of righteousness with it for it cannot be with what realities exist. Realities and the perspectives that hold them and shelter them must belong to the evermore. We must know War, but because we should seek Freedom should we know it. Is it not the thing itself? It is.

What journey one has made with their own mind and understanding, another can also make. The journey that has not been made will be said to not exist. All possible outcomes is a blessing we were gifted with. Be slow and cautious with corrosive thoughts against other, and measure each as they come in, know them, but deny them refuge – deny them shelter.

The Long Walk.

The Fighter and the Rest.

“I’m a thinker – a builder – a doer – a seeker – and a revealer of possibility. What’s special is found in the relationship of these postures as they converge. So stitch my heart, Man – I must go again. Stitch my mind up please – I must go again. Stitch my hope back together, Sir – I must go again. Stitch my will and my spirit, Ma’am – for I will be going again. ‘Here I Go’.

The fighter must be aware that rest must be offered when it is time for its process to better that process of the fighter. Discipline is not the forcing action to achieve the goal set forth by the pursuant arbiter of self acquired with disregard to the overall health of the machine – our body and/or our mind – but rather it should be known as the caretaker. Thusly admitting then that discipline is to the health of the global course of self on the journey to achieve that sought after self. Here we are – ready at all times to ascend, and only when we give ourselves permission – a permission that we ourselves knowingly or unknowingly are always the keepers of – do we rise up through the potentials and out into the kinetics of what can be our outcome. Our revealed self awaits the current self to align along this course. The change in me now is the revealed me to come.

Fight on you fighters. You seekers of depth as you journey to teach your mind about your soul. You are your own best shelter for you are your own keeper. Step firm, but step steady. Here’s to the Long Walk both mine and yours.