Changing Perspectives

Bon soir.

So, further more from my last two posts, I'll begin to roll off some of the inner workings of my mind. It's just a string of stories and anecdotes, one after the other. In some scientific study, they claim people are more creative at night, hence why I am writing this right now. I haven't felt very comfortable writing the last few days, I appear to be lacking some passion and inspiration, though I thought I would give it a shot once more. One of my favourite mottos about perseverance, which stands true to this day, is that you can always try again tomorrow. One of the great beauties of life is, whether we take it for granted, respect or even acknowledge it, but the sun will rise tomorrow to share it's glory and continue the great cycle of life, guaranteed. New challenges, more surprises and expanding conciousness await us for serving. I can't really begin to explain explicitly, exactly what I am trying to get at in this post. You realise when you've hit rock bottom, the only way is up... Well I've said it before and I'll say it again. I can't accept that what we believe to be reality is all there really is to life. I feel as if the Universe, Time and Space are all co-existing creations of a Deity. Like a threefold law or something. That we are an organism, living within an organism, and co-habiting with other organisms, everything being perfectly bigger and smaller than we can imagine, to a naked eye or a human mind, plus it's intricate, and complex numerical, chemical and biological make-up etc.

That escalated quickly. Let's step back a second. So, I was walking into college lighting a cigarette. There's a stupid reason that I had began smoking roll ups again, which however, plays a significant part of this story. My e-cig I had for the last 2-3 months decided to not just pack in on me, but literally fall apart in my hands. I was a bit peed off because now I have to replace it and in the mean time I have reverted back to regular fags. Anyhow, so I have this ciggy and I'm charging to the college doors where not only I am late, but burden an aura of apathy. I pause as I'm hardly half way through my cig and I say, "waste not, want not" or something like that. I throw a casual, "Hi" and the two gents standing by the doors, also smokes in hand. Suddenly before I know it, we've dived into a deep and insightful conversation. Rather, these two lads are teaching me truths of life I can barely begin to fathom, and absorb into my tiny brain. I have familiar ground with these two strangers, by the way we are evidently studying in the same building, and so much more. The patterns of thought, the interests and faiths of my new acquaintances, spiral into deep conspiracies that we are both aware are difficult for the soft hearted to comprehend.

I believe 'God' set up this meeting for me. Syncronicity at it's finest, and really too obvious for even a non-spiritual person to ignore. Some would say coincidence. I have never thought at any time in my waking life, that anything happens by accident. If you've bothered to read down to here I won't need to explain it to you, what I think this is anyway. So I missed the studio rehearsal, and I spoke to one of the lads for a good hour and a half. At least, he told me things. Things that have crossed my mind before, things I have never dared delve into alone. Some would call us religious nuts, some would calls us insane, some would say we are naive and gullible, or may be I'm just the ignorant one, what ever.

The point is, I want to attempt to help accelerate the power of purity in the world, the light and the truth, for the evil doings of our government, bank owners and the secret weapons used against us 24/7. Whilst you dream, they block your brain waves. They indoctrinate and depict where you shop, what you eat, your life style, your anxieties, your health, your finances, every thing you can think of... they have strings attached.

Those truth seekers and teachers get assassinated, blackmailed, their reputation destroyed, and manipulated.

I may as well start trying to do something meaningful with my time here. If I can help spread ideas and get people thinking more about 'Life' then I will. Because I've come to the conclusion I'd rather fight than stay silent and obey.

I don't want to patronise, convert or disregard any one else's opinion, belief or feelings. Every person has a right to freedom, and every one has a right to education. I want be a teacher. A leader, perhaps. Whose one value and goal is not to puppeteer and degrade any other person. Only to spread Love. Also to expose any fishy business along the way and my outlook on the subject. I'm no dictator, I'm no academic. I was born and raised in a blessed place, surrounded by chaos(!)

I would like to accredit the following people, yet I shall never name names here on the Personal Life Project.

I.P of the day:

Reading The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath, only half way through, real good thus far.