| Chapter 17 . (Abundant with Spirit) Inspiration
the pot of Gold In my heart The basket of bread on my head Only through my actions can I change the world. Only through the self can I change myself. You can be anything you want to be. I am not a victim of circumstance-self empowerment. Nobody’s fault but mine and it’s not my fault. Don’t be indecisive or misused. Be impeccably mindful. Be rigorously mindful. Am I doing what I love? Do I love what I do? When you don’t even have to ask there is no doubt. What causes my loved ones to worry and/or suffer? What causes me to? What we can be and what we are. Feed the hungry, pay the poor, cloth the cold. Bring everything your passionate about into one. Because my cares are deeper then that. What do care about? Wake them up that there is a threat. Or is there? Threatening what? Your life? All mankind? The only person worth doing any work for. The world will always give you what you need. You give yourself what you want and god gives you everything. The unknown force that guides us. You can only teach those who want to learn. You can only learn if you’re willing to hear the teaching. (The role and context of movies on a generation) and its influence on the next. The influence of any media to ship and shape society. That’s why artistic expression free with the human spirit embodies one of the last free subjective viewpoints with the use of free speech, as the control and modulation of any society is seen by controlling its forms of disseminating and information and what information is available for the people to consider. The movement into a monosyllabic society. One. It’s the stories not the picture. . One day earth will reclaim herself, and the spirits of old shall dwell upon it like a candle in the darkness. The worlds changing. You either change with it, or die, trying to save it. Tell me, whose going to be here last? I’ve already died, (how many times) can you remember? Did you live enough to let yourself die? What are your dreams, goals, desires? Any Way, continue what you were doing. .. . .. After you read this, you are going to lose your life. It just feels right? It just feels, right? Did you find me, or did I find you? Did you create me, or did I create you. Do what you do, and do what you do best, as if every act was for God. Every breath, every thought, every flower. You. You were given a talent, and at every moment is chance to catch yourself using it. Each has his own personal gift to give to the world. I didn’t come here to take love hostage, why are you holding out on me. I am not my story, I am not what happens in it. I am the stillness that watches the flame dance in the world of movement. I am an artist, its my job to remain consistently inconsistent. Hypocrisy comes racing in, but truth is sometimes seen hanging around with paradox. . |
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