Notes:
Explosion at DeBeer’s Diamond Factory: Jewels Reign the Sky! Newsflash from the news-desk of anchorman Sangri San. A gray pallor upon the overnight janitor who was caught up in all the glitz and glamor in crates set to detonate.
How am I supposed to journey into meditation amidst all the
jarring adrenaline?
Norm’s kick, Adam Eget, thinks the Holocaust was an
elaborate hologram!
It's still important to be/remain cautious/vigilant when
things are good, because there are those that might target you out of
envy/jealousy to take your guards down by exploiting your castle’s good graces.
Rule: You can sit and
do nothing, or you can write, for a set amount of time, in one place, (alone in
my room for hours talking about Jesus).
Controlled environment, set standard, fluctuations of light.
3/4
Feeling clearer than when I did upon awakening before 8 a.m.
today. TNT (tobacco and two teas,
combined), give me a prize, Nobel (No Alarms, No Surprises), for
getting up early and blasting off!
Who do I think I am, someone who can become a writer? Neil Gaiman apparently chains himself his
desk for 8 hours a day where he can either do nothing, or write. This method works, but how many hours am I
capable of committing? Where are my
priorities? Mail? Facilitating simple joys for a simple sample
of people who live in a general proximity for a majority of the time of their
lives, communing mostly with family members and members of their tribe, often
stationary/stationery. But those tribal
bastions in far-flung towns require their parsimonious bounty, (the wealth
accrued from being frugal, miserly, or stingy).
They require favors, taxes, or tributes!
Some sort of glowing recognition for material satiety! Does a flaw always have to be a judgment, or
can it simply be an indication? Judgment
comes with corrective measure. Are some
flaws unassailable? Endemic, built into
the system, but whose personality isn’t a bit quirky? Is it worth tearing an entire body of work to
the ground, metaphorically, in order to reorient? Songs end and people sleep. Sometimes there are lulls in the
process. Problem is, people get bored,
and in their boredom, often invent problems to flaws that are just part of being
human, and instead of working with what is known (about this process), they draw
upon the irreconcilable inconvenience of breathing, eating, or growing old,
huffing and puffing, munching glizzeez
(hot dogs), and becoming crotchety.
Becoming a complete tear-down remodel (a creature in action, becoming
something!)
The thing is I’m still thinking about her; I had a dream the
other night with my ‘why’ and my best friend at a Niagara Falls-type
destination with concrete and mass amounts of rushing water that we were
precariously close to. Like the Devil’s Hole, but more intense (the
Devil’s Anus?) it was an open hydroelectric plant, like a windfarm for water. I remember churning generators. We were unafraid,
dipping our bodies in parts to experience the rushing without getting carried
away. I think this is a metaphor for the
tenseness I felt being with this person, where there was a constant fear of
some punishing force imminent at any false step, but knowing that the fear was
also energizing and fostered a heightened awareness that helped me not get
swept away unto death. A more potent
baptism? This reminds me of a couple
quotes I pulled from Dune:
“’Anything outside yourself, this you can see and apply your
logic to it,’ she said. ‘But it’s a human trait that when we encounter personal
problems, those things most deeply personal are the most difficult to bring out
for our logic to scan. We tend to
flounder about, blaming everything but the actual, deep-seated thing that’s
really chewing on us.’” P.195
“There should be a science of discontent. People need hard times and oppression to
develop psychic muscles.” P.206
On 7/11/21 I wrote while I was away in Buffalo:
Now I know my ‘why’ suffers from borderline personality
disorder (BPD). This revelation provides
empathy & forgiveness, yet as much as I’d like to reach out and comfort
her, I know that any such action is likely to provide false hope which will not
benefit either of us. Her belief in her
own paranoid thinking creates a villain of me.
What she cannot see she distrusts, as a product of her poor conditioning
(my judgment). My absence is her bugaboo
and abandonment a particularity (so she says, but in the end, she showed more
interest in moving into my house than my person leaving indefinitely). There can be no true love where distrust
exists, for trust is rooted in truth. As
shifting sands provide no true bedrock, the mind that plays tricks on itself-and-others cannot reason. It is too
dangerous (especially in my line of work, but probably in general) to be
closely associated with someone so emotionally mercurial. My work is primary – it gives me identity,
purpose, and security – all if which is being undermined in pursuit of
partnership / disorganized courtship. Especially
when it comes to consorting with the types of female I seem to attract. Aren’t we all especially something?
3/5/22
What I should fear the most is that my will become separable from God’s.
When I overdrink, I become fearless even to the extent that I lose my
fear of the Lord and become corrupt.
Jesus, one pair of silent footsteps on a beach in the sand along a sea,
carrying me, spins me around into a pile-driver suplex. Now I’m a fucking
ostrich! It happens that fast! There is the possibility that our existence
is but a dream that we dream in the dream of another. “Mother?
Is that you?”
“Yes, Oedipus.”
“Call me Rex.”
Yuck. Could you
imagine laying an ostrich-sized egg like that?
Nourishing, sure, but the butt-stretch!
“I have to explain something to you. Eggs don’t come from butts. See cloaca
in your AP Biology textbook, Rex,” the queen leaned in with a wink,
homeschooling.
Are you’re out of your mind?
This is my life story! Look at me, taking personal ownership for my
own reputation!
‘Why’ does she texts me at 0416? Yes:
“Legit the fact that your trying to fuck my over when you
are the pierce of Shit… bro.. you’re 37 grow up. Get a job. Realize if you push me to this
point.. look and look far
I won’t be far behind Cunt
And her new ‘Source’ at 0431:
You dumb mother fucker
You just tried to block me from my own life!? I’ve done nothing
to you to deserve this. Best believe
you’ll see me very soon face to face.
I know where you live as I am trying to live my life without
you ruining mine. Either back the fuck
off or come with heat. I have a great
lawyer. I also have not anything. You sir have a life long sentence of breaks
You are literally right around the corner in Buffalo
Oh wait! You didn’t know
Back off or I show up with cops at your parents
This isn’t a threat since you online harassed and took my
accounts
--
And now I can feel myself cycling/spiraling through a
comfort-routine, giving empathy and time to what will amount to a coke-addled
wreck tomorrow afternoon with more wrath in store. This increased self-inflicted suffering is
someone else’s fault!? Certainly not. As long as I keep my lines of communication
open, this will filter back through to me in some form or another that will
result in an experience that will mirror my own reverberations in my
heart. To be anxious. To be agitated. I feel her feelings! And I like it because it
gives me energy, but I don’t like it because it shocks me out of my
complacency. This is something I’ve been
praying for, perhaps simmering at the cusp of consciousness, that is, another
chapter perhaps interesting to a reader of psychological case-studies, a D.S.M.
almanac/all-maniacal. What is
objectively true and what isn’t? Can I
get a character witness?
A)
I’m 36.
B)
Calling me Cunt is inflammatory.
1)
I’m not dumb, nor am I Oedipus Rex.
2)
I don’t even know her Source (7763).
3)
This is definitely a threat.
How is one to react when an irrational smear-campaign has
begun? From Quora®, House, J. 2021:
“The fact that the narcissist feels you parted ways with
your head held high, will cause them to feel very low. And they need to reverse this.
“The smear campaign is a way for the narcissist to try and
take you down, indirectly. Level the
playing field, as they would see it.
“And they are more likely to run a smear campaign, when they
had a last minute effort to take you down before they left, but it was
unsuccessful.
“Now, they need to set the record straight.
“If you left the narcissist in similar circumstances…
beware… because something is cooking.”
So I best beware, because she hasn’t paid the rent in
Oklahoma City this month. Both numbers
are from the 828 (Asheville area code).
There’s a storm brewing! There’s
a cocaine cooking crack whore! There’s
only one worse job: crack whore understudy.
Thanks, Norm! To be honest, all I
want to do is fall into my own comfortable psychosis by smoking and drinking
the day away, but I sense a sobering danger on the metaphorical horizon. What I fear/feel is uncertainty, anxiety, as
well as the inability to think clearly or rationally about my own
solution. The harsh reality is that
based on the way she had treated me, I would have seen her homeless or dead in
a gutter and understood the harsh reality of the situation, that life or death
had caught up to her, egging it on, until she saw me suffering the same or
similar fate at her behest. I don’t
consider myself as masochistic nor as simple as that. Why would I want to take
on that level of suffering for someone with unclean spirits I’m yet unable to
scrub as if with some spiritual sponge?
Like Simon, can’t I pay Peter for the Holy Ghost to manifest in me? All I can do is repent. And not engage. Offer it up for God to decide (or some
ethereal broker) the fate of the world that I am just a Saganesque speck of
(yet, being at the center of my own universe, these problems seem so real to
me!)
What is a healthy level of detachment? As a hand to a wrist waving ‘bye-bye!’
What I should fear is a corrupt martyrdom. What am I dying for, right now? Putting words on paper in an effort to
cleanse my soul of corruption, or at least see what is inside come out as in a
purgation. Are words purgative? In his last moments, we believe that a man
who lives well leaves the world in peace.
We know that that opposite is often true too. Like many Christian martyrs laid to rest,
their immense suffering provided their lives with a fullness of purpose if laid
to rest oriented in accordance with divinity.
Suffering in enlightened fashion for the ignorance and poverty of
others, the saints.
I should like to affirm my benediction. Something that
like thinking ‘thinking’ during
meditation, one is able to reorient thought toward unity. Focus on the breath. Be present.
Be here now. Sleep now in the
fire.
2/17
A person who doesn’t believe in a strongly centralized
federal government, but a localized, farm-based economy wonders, “What does
environmentalism have to do with my own heart-held beliefs? What is the nature of my environment?” P.
Kalmus calmly wishes calumny against the robber-baron elite and the Meta®
e-presentation (meta-representation) of immersion (basically The Matrix). Take a knee, activist! (Stay on topic!) He’s having his metaphorical cage rattled by
one administering a punishing panoptic prison, an ephemero-spiritual Nosferatu. He’s trying the immersive experience of
drowning in debt, in a basement like a holding cell, burdensome steel bars
replaced by a dog-collar attuned to 4-5G modulation of shock and dialed-in
sensitivity settings. His brain-waves
are a real train-wreck. Here’s a real
taboo: Giving all one’s money to the
Church (withholding nothing) and joining a disciplined phalanstery. Papal Machiavellianism (dark triad based
governing (unlike the Acts of Peter, Paul, and Mary)) gives an imperfect view
of history’s functioning from a cynically modernist perspective. A view from the top, at a superior vantage,
rulers look down upon the disadvantaged.
It’s the fact that time is money, and that the swift justice promised to
us in the Constitution is cost-prohibitive, means that it is not itself, it is,
in fact, justice that is not swift. It
is justice that is slow, thus cognitively impaired, thus compromised. Houston, we have a problem! The elitists have turned on the hoi polloi
and it’s the Earth itself that is suffering!
Did electricity itself hack the human brain? Don’t we all have a spark? Whose liver isn’t being
eaten? How illogical is my carbon-based
lifeform running on kilocalories and I can’t even find my lighter? Matches!
Unlike lighters, matches don’t… wait.
I was going to say something smart about the fossil fuel industry and
Bic®
plastics, but when I think about my PaperMate® InkJoy™ pen I cry. Am I to harvest feathers and quill my own
stain upon these sheets? If I could make
one difference (a subtraction) by 2050, I’d edit what? Amend what?
Where’s the money in content
deletion? It makes no sense! But by God, are I not illogical? And if I
truly wanted to save the planet, would I not give all my money to the
Church? I see a believer! On TV all the women
of the congregation bashfully smile, all secretly pregnant from that one night
the comet came and cured all their emptiness’ from some celestial streaking solar-flare. Fire and brimstone sriracha cock!
“…Close to 8 billion people sitting on that meditation
cushion, doing wonders for our species, an hour at night, an hour in the
morning,” an hour of tantric afternoon-delight, an hour of scrubbing filthy
cushions, an hour of growing food, an hour of preparing food, an hour for
eating food, and finally, time to work on my pet oilrig and industrial pipeline
project! Oh yeah, and about a half an
hour to poop. Be simple. Live the good life like Peter, K? “And you can start feeling compassion for
everyone else, & you can start feeling compassion for the ignorance out
there! Um, and I say that, you know, I
laugh, (as if) oui-we all have and we
all react with ignorance, right? We
make things worse for ourselves and for other people when we react (with ignorance).” (Quotes from the DTFH (Patreon) 2/17/22)
Like a double-thinking idiot or a second-guessing fool I
arrive where I just was before a second ago, looking back in anger, the
inflammatory process of nostalgia, no, let the anger flow through me. If it’s out there I don’t contain it. My being is light and not heavy (a lie). And you know what makes me mad? Myself! Thinking my reaction to listening to
a podcast is influencing my writing! A
written reaction makes things worse for everyone! Here I am! Me! Some bearded man in a white
robe high on a cloud of smoke! It’s not even that far from the truth! If everyone around me reacts worse, that
makes me better, right? Or perhaps my
style or smell is offensive. But they should
accept me for who I am! Have I not
suffered enough (dogmatically)? Oh boy,
here comes a real birther to prove me out of touch with real pain and real
suffering and what that really means having seen through to the other side -
hands Adam an apple that gets lodged in his throat, so he dies, knowing that he
would, for disobeying a direct order
(do not consume from that tree!).
I know one thing that’ll keep us together! Clothing!
Good one. Get out. If you want to add layers of complexity to
your existence, so be it, but it’s up to you to spin the plates (if you catch
my drift (from the plate-related turbulence)) that are now a part of an outfit come to crash.
From Quora®:
Originally
Answered: What are somemind-blowing facts about a narcissist?
1.
They like to sleep alot,
2. They
don’t feel the need to help their partner with house chores because it’s below
them,
3. They
will do anything to impress their friends, but not their partner- just in the
beginning,
4. They
lie all the time,
5. They
like pets, but don’t want to take care of them,
6. They
like children, but they can’t be with them for a longer period of time cause
they get annoyed by the children’s cries,
7. They
spend their money like it’s their last day on earth,
8. They
will manipulate you and do whatever it takes to get what they want,
9. They
don’t feel the need to take care of their aging parents,
10. They
won’t give you a xmas or birthday gift,
11. They
delete their browser history and hide their texts and calls,
12. They
have lots of energy for the things they like, but for anything else, they are
always tired,
13. They
are not concerned about their hygiene nor the cleanness of their home, but it’s
important for them to have clean nice clothes (branded) for showing off,
14. They
secretly like SM, porn and sex toys,
15. They
don’t like many things in this world and they feel often empty inside,
16. When
they’re bored, they argue with you,
17. They
are never wrong,
18. Everybody
is special and unique to them, but not their significant other (Although that’s
not how they truly feel. Nobody’s special or unique for them. They just act
that way to devalue their partner),
19. They
don’t like crowds, celebrations nor family gatherings, especially the ones that
would make you very happy,
20. You
will never see a narc “truly” jump for joy or be happy for someone else’s
achievents,
21. They
rarely read books, only Internet articles,
22. They
watch tv/shows, on computer or phone way too much,
23. They
are most likely addicts of some kind (drugs, alcohol, gambling, gaming, sex),
24. They
remember only what they like, what they don’t like they discard like it never
happened or twist it to their liking,
25. They
enjoy controling people and objects around them, the remote control, phone,
computer, etc., when the tv will be on/off, when you can/cannot turn on the
light in the room,when the music will play in the house etc.,
26. After
years in a relationship, their partner will feel like he/she is going insane,
or give up on everything.
27. They
secretly know what/ who they are and like to abuse others in so many ways it’s
crazy,
28. They
will argue with you over one dirty plate,
29. If
they could sell you and get good money for you, they would do that in a split
second,
30. Going
no contact is the best way to get rid of the narc,
31. Gaslighting
is always a trait,
32. Deflecting
is also a trait, always,
33. It’s
always about them, even if you think is not,
34. They
only do things if they see a benefit in it for them,
35. They
will leteraly fall asleep like a baby when you are sad or crying besides him
(after a fierce fight that will upset you),
36. Often,
the other day they will act like nothing happened the previous day (when you
had a fight) and say that you are too sensitive,
37. When
you are in pain or hurt, they won’t be by your side and be supporting.
Sometimes they will ridicule your pain and laugh at you. Most narcs also feel
joy when you’re sad or hurt cause it’s easier to control you that way,
38. They
are always plotting something behind your back,
39. In one
moment they will praise you and shower with affection, and in an other they
call you stupid, a waste, insane, a bit*h etc.,
40. They
will make up achievements to make other people believe they’re something
they’re not,
41. They
will make up their sad life story or an illness so they could manipulate you
easier or gain simpathy from others, all so they could get what they want,
42. The
silent treatments for hours, days and weeks (with or without reason),
43. They
will make you feel nervous and unwell in their presence, always walking on
eggshells so you don’t trigger them,
44. The
constant rages, yelling, arguing in the house and in public,
45. They
hate to kiss and hold hands with their partner after some time. The same is
with sex. After a few years your sex life is non-existing,
46. They
will devalue you as a person and won’t respect your boundries, not to mention
neglecting all your wishes, needs, desires, plans and agreements with them,
47. They
will avoid talking about the problems in your relationship and your feelings.
They act like nothing’s wrong and they’re perfect. And you’re the core problem
of everything,
48. If you
break up, it will always be your fault,
49. They
have dark secrets,
50. They
lead a double life you know nothing about,
51. They
are so mentally disturbed, they will try to drive you insane till the point of
committing suicide,
52. Never
think “they would not do that to me”. Cause they will.
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