Igor woke up in Fanatic Gardens and as usual he had no fucking idea where the hell he was. There was a voice saying something to him. There was a shoe nudging him. There was a light in his eyes. There was the horrible smell of himself and the familiar taste of hunger. There was a sense that he was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
He leaped to his feet and fell down and broke his face. The voices turned to laughter. His head throbbed and he saw lightning flashing to the rhythm of his pulse. He tasted blood and his nostrils flared with the stench of humiliation.
He grabbed blindly scoring only handfuls of dirt and weeds. The shadows around him moved away and the laughter faded into the distance. The odor of urine came through and the earth formed mud on his tongue. Suddenly he sensed that there were others worse off than him.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Sensing - Falling Down
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Two questions, for me and perhaps for you.
What does it take for you to connect with Divinity?
Do you believe you are living an Authentic life?
Remember, there are no right answers, but there are bonus points for having personal insights that may result in positive change.
PS I can only offer my words. The rest I need to navigate the mind field of my own mid life crisis. Yes, there are no vacations from spiritual challenges, not even a day. If you have enough mountains, you can move faith. Nuf said.
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