Strange to assume that you'd ever get the help you need in solitary confinement. Equally strange is the revulsion at taking to the street and trying to stare someone in the eye from a genuine place of equality when you feel that every single person is contributing more than you are to (an albeit cruel crumbling catastrophe of a) society.
“A god can be simultaneously in two or more places – like a melody, or like the form of a traditional mask. And whenever he comes, the impact of the presence is the same: it is not reduced through multiplication.
Amidst a turbulent mind, where even my dreams our actively odd and filled with vivid stories and scenarios- I still find moments of pure contentment and calm. What accounts for these moments of calm?
I have been in world religion class all semester and have done my own personal interpretation of the bible (and other scripture). I attended Catholic school for four years and saw how skewed everyone is in their orthodox and linear interpretation of ancient ideologies. Arguing over rhetoric and word instead of meshing ideas like it should be. Here are a few of my interpretations.
...I believe this to be the beginning of me writing "theory based" articles based on observations I have had over the years with particular aspects of Astrology.
"Banish the word 'struggle' from your attitude and your vocabulary. All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration.
We are the ones we have been waiting for." — Hopi elders
