So cathartic is dance of feelings through our bodies and then the tango, two-step, and cha-cha on the salted, hardwood floors of the Mind. So explicit are the judgments that sing cadence like a company of fighting men throughout the endocrine system and then program our subconscious into thinking that others do not need us. If you're feeling blueberry blue about those who can not accept you, feeling glum about the details, the parts in the story you didn't write, then write instead the adaptation of novels drafted before your time, write the poems of surrender not defeat, write the songs you've waited so long to pen. And the Universe may just correspond when you decide to make amends. Not crawling in drudges to show others what a piece of shit you are, not groveling for an invite, not bending knees to gods who will forsake you but wrestle rather with the forces within your grasp, seeking chances to prove herewith that you can indeed accept yourself. You can accept you for all the prodding you have done too aggressively, you can accept you for needing all that love never-ending. You can accept the way things are and the way things will be: your knotty hair, your smelly butt, your naughty glares, and your prideful strut. Not accepting the way you perceive them alone but accepting life's creations as they were made to be. And wars they go on trucking, sending good to fight the bad, a good ones seem to suffer and at the hands of demons they are had. But under one Kingdom of moon and stars and rain, upon one plateau of lure and strife, there's no need to go on hitting and biting and hating you. For I know little, or perhaps nothing at all, but sense behind the curtain sits a Wizard speaking what is true. Unpeeling the layers of the onion, displaying that in all of creation there are patterns, sacred little patterns. There is color and diamonds and golden rays too. Behind the satin dressing of time there is wisdom that created you. Now, I know, I know. It is easier said than done. Because life on its own terms can be so painful, and in the wake of your choices you feel so powerless. But I assure you, you are much more powerful than you know, friend. Every journey, every turn, every goal for which your mind burns, there is a stuff, a substance that corresponds to you. And God willed it so. And the forces wait for you to knock, to laugh and bring good cheer, to use your talents wisely, serve them year after year. To serve the you that you can not yet accept. You could be someone else but you are not. And that is the greatest nugget that I've got. Catch you tomorrow, friends.
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