there is some part of me that believes in something that is untrue, that is incorrect, and false. consciously realizing that something is true is satisfying, but can cause trouble if the unconscious is still invested in the initial false idea. And we can't just debate the unconscious because it doesn't trust the facts that the conscious thrusts in front of it. It doesn't trust the idea of persuasion, so it's an error to strive to overpower it with reason.
so fuck the pure-hearted truth bringers / bell-ringer sack of neverending facts, fuck the liars as well, who needs either of these people. the people that exist well are those whose inner unspoken inaccessible unconscious beliefs match the conscious ones exactly. Not by a force of will, or from a conscious mind back into the unconscious process, changing it. That does not work. They say its grace, that you either have that balanced self or you don't, but then it's also a matter of right now. and if that state of base alignment with ones basic self and instincts was the top of mount everest, i would cleary be in another galaxy, at some impossible distance, unable to ever get there anyway, yet with the fictional telescope i found, and from the fictional planet that i'm on, i can see what could possibly be a mountain of some kind, a mountain that might possibly be named everest, and yet all i can say is that its definately a white dot whatever it is up close. my troubled mind is saying ouch, my soul is saying listen, my body is saying breath, my heart is saying break the imaginery telescope and leave.
so fuck the pure-hearted truth bringers / bell-ringer sack of neverending facts, fuck the liars as well, who needs either of these people. the people that exist well are those whose inner unspoken inaccessible unconscious beliefs match the conscious ones exactly. Not by a force of will, or from a conscious mind back into the unconscious process, changing it. That does not work. They say its grace, that you either have that balanced self or you don't, but then it's also a matter of right now. and if that state of base alignment with ones basic self and instincts was the top of mount everest, i would cleary be in another galaxy, at some impossible distance, unable to ever get there anyway, yet with the fictional telescope i found, and from the fictional planet that i'm on, i can see what could possibly be a mountain of some kind, a mountain that might possibly be named everest, and yet all i can say is that its definately a white dot whatever it is up close. my troubled mind is saying ouch, my soul is saying listen, my body is saying breath, my heart is saying break the imaginery telescope and leave.