DEEPLY AWAKE – THIS IS GETTING FUN
I have had diarrhea of the pen the last few times I have written. This, of course, is a symptom of obfuscation, borne of the twin mothers of denial and ambivalence.
About a year ago, trying to figure out why I kept hitting dead ends professionally, I went to my psychic, Norma, who said, quite simply, “You don't have enough because you do not believe yourself to be enough, yet. Solve this, and you will have all you need, and much more.”
This is a central theme in so many of the lives who touch mine. To be frank, I think the degree to which someone displays what are called “egoic” or “negative” behaviors is the degree to which one's refusal to love self, and by extension, other, is poking through. It's certainly been true of me.
Projection is something I have been really contemplating lately. What stuff is mine, and what is yours? That has always been a keen question on my lips when trying to make friends, and peace, lately.
The question comes up, what happens when you are interacting with someone and the interaction is just awful? There is too much indirectness, too much obfuscation, and there is a slidy, weird feeling to it? What then?
