March 3, 2021
I can’t do the pills. Pain is what pain does. Therefore the choice is to live with it. Which is why you’re never going to be invited over for the weekend or to go camping. The very moment you let the guard down the demons invade the soul. They blast apart all things that were once protecting the presence of who you are. Without pills it paints the picture of a wanderer and not a finely tuned instrument set to play the music of a troubadour. Drop the microphone and leave the stage. Not gonna happen. Not just me, everybody has an inner core source of music of music and energy. It’s never silent. It’s vibrant with hardly ever a true path of release. The majority of the time the only sound we’re able to make is a grunt or moan. I always envision an old frog sitting on a pad croaking his way to the nearest fly to feast upon. Creative people tend to overdo their pain. Drama queens. What hurts a little is a mind blowing oh my God it won’t stop so the world must be ending pain. Been there? Is there truly pain or a massive amount of inner voices that have convinced us of there being something? Oh I know! Let’s label it pain! I won’t take the pills. Opioid addiction is a serious issue in the States. Therefore I rely on meditation and prayer. To a nonbeliever that truly spells out a total waste of time you’ll never get back. Writing about body aches doesn’t make it go away. Talking about it the same. Personally identifying it creates awareness. The majority of the time we know the cause but we do nothing to make the change. Why then do we find complaining about it to be an important outlet? Cuz we can. My dad was busted up in WWII and later in life during his extremely difficult steel job. He never complained of the pain. He might have mentioned it but he never made it an issue. Late night pains invade how I dream. According to my wife the man sleeping next to her is stuck in a movie seat watching a very scary speak out loud movie. Meditation while listening to frequency music puts the mental state of mind in a place of peace. Know where you are going. I know that once I give myself permission to step within the protective gates of Nidra while listening to frequency music there’s going to be less pain and more inspiration. Take your head out of the game. Yes, it would be nicer to just pop a pill. How many friends and family members have to die to convince you to walk a different choice? A friend close to me said, “You only live once. Take the meds and if you get hooked just tell yourself it’s gonna be ok.” Hmmm I didn’t laugh. I did everything I could to break free of the conversation. Pain is more than an interruption. It’s a source of information that tells your brain that something wasn’t done right and if you continue breaking the rules it’s gonna further itself into a worst case scenario. The accidental overdose claims too many stories that could’ve been lived happily ever after.