There are but a few minor changes to be done on/to this room, probably tomorrow. It is now light and airy. It contains no furniture from the UK. The printers are still from there. We will have a tip run.
Over the last few days, it has been apparent to me that I am physically deeply tired. I have taken it easy and it has been a surprise to me that the residual arthritic and muscular pain, which I deem normal, has faded a little. I have been on the go for a very long time.
Around this time last year, I had Covid followed by bouts of bronchitis, whilst the wife had Covid followed by high dose chemotherapy / stem cell transplant. The anniversary approaches. Neither of us saw as much of spring as had previously been the case. Her immune system is back to below normal levels as opposed to non-existent. And she can do much of what she was able to do before, but at reduced intensity.
Over the years I have experienced so much resistance and even conflict. When I present a differing view, a differing perception to the adamant and the insistent it is never welcome. The line of defence has often been anger, animosity, and attack. Self-important and pompous people with large yet fragile Egos are easily offended and therefore punitive. People want to be right; they can’t be arsed to think so they dogmatically insist and spout their mantra of ignorance.
Harmony through conflict maybe, but mostly it has been just conflict and pig-headedness.
There is little one can do.
“You can lead a horse to water but you can’t make it drink”, is a saying.
My dream the other day points at a faint possibility of change. This change perhaps being from aggressive and frantic mosh pit to gentler caring and a subtle assistance towards freedom.
Rise up this mornin’
Smile with the risin’ sun
Three little birds
Pitched by my doorstep
Singin’ sweet songs
Of melodies pure and true
Sayin’, “This is my message to you, whoo-hoo”
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Whether this possibility in the web of life makes it from a nascent dream into a manifesting reality remains to be seen.
Depending on who or what you believe, the likes of me are incarnated specifically to help others towards their freedom…
Which is better a to have your soul liberated from the wheel of rebirth or shed loads of cash and a million followers on Instalinktokbook?
Which is easier?
People don’t always realise what they are dealing with. They can interpret others only through their own frame of reference. I’ll wager that nobody on first {and subsequent} meeting with me has any idea of what I am like or capable of.
This morning, I got up early to cat-sit. Bowie has taken to calling for attention of a morning. I made some coffee and we sat to watch the morning news. She sat cwtched up to my left leg with my left arm around her and under her chin. We sat still. Eventually she got bored and got up. I can outwait a predator.
Many things take time and patience. These are not amongst the skill set of modern humanity, which is hyper, in a rush, impatient and has an immediacy orientation. If it does not happen in five minutes or less, they cannot be bothered. This apparent addiction to immediate, if shallow, gratification is a bane of our times.
We shall see if three little birds pitch up by my doorstep or not…
Ho-hum
I shall go and light some nag champa to overcome the smell of paint…and stick the tea on to cook…
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