Forgetting One Way Of Being To Embrace Another : Taking on The Perfection Of Speed, Completion, and Good Is Great.

You could look a this as the triple threat or better yet, a convergence of ideas that birth a kind of superpower in the individual.

This can be thought of as a protective mechanism that is being applied to a way of doing life.

In this doing you are taking on a way of being.

Is it useful for you?

Is it a hindrance?

On your quest to know yourself, to see and experience what works best for you, as a way of applying and perhaps letting loose your superpower, your incredible ability to bypass the critic, the sound of doubt, and the inner voice that doesn’t belong to you, even though it pretends it does, you will be gifted the power of speed, completion, and ‘good’ is great.

The faster you can move in life with regards to those things where moving fast makes sense and even in cases where it would not seem to, you have tapped into a new potential.

It takes practice to be the creature who lives in that regard.

Then again, you may take right to it.

I hope you do, because I know it will serve you if you allow it to.

It has the ability to remove the force of procrastination and non-doing, when everything in you wants you to do, and then you find yourself going for walks instead.

Walks are wonderful, but not when you’ve gone for your thirty third walk to the cafe while carrying the weight of knowing you are not doing what you wish to do, and thus, you seem to be doing what you wish to do, even though that is not what you wanted.

Perhaps the system of all systems is desire and wanting…

Perhaps wanting and desiring are not enough.

There’s only one way to find out and that is to find out.

So find out for yourself and see what comes.

Living In The Choice of Now To Get To What’s Next…

There are times in life where you want to transform yourself.

There are moments when enough of being one way is enough of being that being.

There are choices living before you, waiting for you to take to them, to court them, to ask for their power to be transmuted into your being.

Now, now, now…

Wait a minute?

And that is the cycle that you’ve been partaking in for a long enough time to know that it will no longer wait, as waiting is a disease of its own kind.

Now…

Yes or no…

Never a moment to express a sentiment true…

The now is standing, waiting for you.

There’s a philophy of existence, a way of taking on a beingness of the nowness, not a now as in now is all there ever is.

Which is a platitude to deflect the truth of the now.

No, this is a question of living in the question of choosing to take care of this now, so to move on to what’s next.

The cause of now, is the cause of then, and what then often is an unknown, but it only comes when there is a cause.

What a curious way to unravel what’s so, by choosing to unknow so to know.

Momentum Is Magic…

Today’s story is a tale of momentum, a tale of floating with the wind, a tale of letting go and entering the stream.

It’s a short story, with few characters, few words, and a simple plot.

The character, you.

The plot, distraction steals your mind from your future.

The outcome, you choose.

And in all of the wonder we find ourselves maneuvering in a million different ways, playing upon a landscape of distractions, of stretched thin desires, and in all of it, the flattening of our movement.

And in this we discover what we already know, momentum is the magic that creates miracles.

Keep Your Momentum Around The One Thing You Know Will Change Everything!

Find a person in your life that refuses to allow you to lose your momentum and watch the magic and miracles come about.

It’s up to you to find that person.

Unconventional and Bold It’s Your Life

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“Everything is changing and nothing is different”…

Well, you look a little older to me. That’s different isn’t it.

“The paradox of existence, a whisper of transformation”…

Why are you always speaking in riddles and piddles. You’re impossible…

“Impossibility, yes, I am possibility. It’s built into the word itself. You are an impossibility! And yet, here you are. Explain yourself or they will do it for you…” 

They… Who are they? 

“The experts, the authors, your teachers, parents, friends… The voices in your head that aren’t you… The Theys, in there, always haunting you, whispering into your ears, ‘this is the way.”

That’s stupid, and impossible. I do what I want to do…

“If it were only so, you’d already be free, but we’re still here discussing possibility.” 

No, you are discussing possibility, I am discussing your stupidity. 

“Not not, who’s there?”

I’m not answering you. 

“Not not, who’s there?”

“Not not, who’s there?”

Who? Who’s there, who’s there, who’s there?

“It’s a good question. And no one can answer that question for you but yourself…” 

Damn it… 

“Shhh… Listen… Do you hear that?” 

You’re impossible… 

“We are, aren’t we.” 

I don’t know what we are. 

“Guess what?”

No thank you…

“I don’t know either, nor do they, the magical equation, is and can only ever be, for you, your way. Freaky isn’t it. Seven billion souls, and only one will ever traverse the terrain of this existence as you. It’s a one person ride. It always has been, always will be, your way is the only way. It’s built into the birth and it’s beautiful.”

It kind of hurts… 

“I know.” 
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The magical equation“…

The formula for the well lived life…

The Magical Equation…

Oh what a terror it is, that sweet ephemeral mystery that echoes in the distance.

“Follow me, my way, this way, I will show you how…” 

And then…

Years pass…

And in silence you sit, whispering to yourself, “They promised me this was the way.”

“Why would they lie to me?” 

“Why wouldn’t they tell me the truth?” 

“I had one simple question, one simple request and they couldn’t answer it honestly, ‘How should I live my life?‘ ” 

“All those years, the whispers, I listened…”

The whispers, hollow nightmares, ghosts preying upon the heart, the seed of conformity planting itself inside the soul, ‘this way, our way is the only way, we promise you’.

Do this first, then get this taken care of, then after that you will want to, next, you need to prepare for, and then when you are finally done, you can…

Live your life…

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I don’t know about you, but since you are here with me, I am going to assume that waiting to live your life because you first have to do all the things that you were told you were supposed to do, is unacceptable.

Also,it is completely unacceptable to say these words, “I have lived a good life…” 

You see in that is a death sentence as well.

If you are reading these words, you are not finished living. 

So…

In the next few days, I will share a few words on the truth, on sincerity, on knowing that, “Your Way Is The Way”. 

For some, the words may be harsh and difficult to acknowledge, for you, it will inspire.

You are pure possibility and no one, not even you know what you are capable of…

At least, not yet.   

~ Emeric Damian
For the love of beauty, for love and beauty

p.s.  Nothing here today…

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Emeric Damian love@emericdamian.com https://questingtheunknown.com
What I’m up to now: http://questingtheunknown.com/now

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Have You Eaten The Locoweed As Well?

Cyril Connolly The Unquiet Grain

“On the American desert are horses which eat the locoweed and some are driven mad by it; their vision is affected, they take enormous leaps to cross a tuft of grass or tumble blindly into rivers. The horses which have become thus addicted are shunned by the others and will never rejoin the herd. So it is with human beings: those who are conscious of another world, the world of the spirit, acquire an outlook which distorts the values of ordinary life; they are consumed by the weed of non-attachment. Curiosity is their one excess and therefore they are recognized not by what they do, but by what they refrain from doing, like those Araphants or disciples of Buddha who were pledged to the “Nine Incapabilities.” Thus they do not take life, they do not compete, they do not boast, they do not join groups of more than six…”

Cyril Connoly, The Unquiet Grave