Penned last summer, posted today:
At times when my processor feels disconnected from completing a simple task
Tis not a matter of 'finding time' but rather a matter of intuition alerting
My think tank to bide its time until a relaxed sense of mental readiness has been
Regained after a surging emergence of suppressed emotion has
Broken through my wall of denial, releasing a flash of insight, illuminating
A deeper truth that I’ve managed to hide from my conscious self until
My brain’s intuitive powers, sensing a growth spurt, which advances
My brain’s intuitive powers, sensing a growth spurt, which advances
My current stage of mental development another step forward, alerts
My processor’s sense of readiness to identify, confront and
My processor’s sense of readiness to identify, confront and
Resolve yet another inner conflict, which, being unidentified, disempowered
My processor’s conscious awareness from understanding its chaotic state of
Disarray so as to have rendered my think tank to confounded to confront
This specific, fear-based dilemma that proves in need of
Deeper contemplation than had been possible when anxiety had overwhelmed
My processor’s conscious awareness from understanding its chaotic state of
Disarray so as to have rendered my think tank to confounded to confront
This specific, fear-based dilemma that proves in need of
Deeper contemplation than had been possible when anxiety had overwhelmed
My smart-hearted intelligence from peaceably accepting a reality that proves
Classic and universal to all people, everywhere, concerning the fact that
No matter how youthful the mind remains and the spirit feels
The human body continues to age, stage by stage, and with that
Reality weighing heavily on my conscious mind, due to
My advancement through this present stage of my life
No amount of Ohhmmm has been able to relax my processor to
Switch tracks from fear to optimism, concerning that which
Lies in wait dead ahead, and as long as those
Subconscious rumblings of what’s bound to come
Seep like silent joy killers into my semi-conscious mind
My heightened sense of self awareness feels unable to reclaim
Its mindful sense of balance, suggesting why the time is ripe for
Intuitive intelligence to stimulate my inner need to call forth
Creativity while penning this post in which
Today’s train of thought is about to conjure up
Anothet simple three step plan in hopes of calming anxiety by
Jumpstarting my processor’s proactive sense of optimism:
My advancement through this present stage of my life
No amount of Ohhmmm has been able to relax my processor to
Switch tracks from fear to optimism, concerning that which
Lies in wait dead ahead, and as long as those
Subconscious rumblings of what’s bound to come
Seep like silent joy killers into my semi-conscious mind
My heightened sense of self awareness feels unable to reclaim
Its mindful sense of balance, suggesting why the time is ripe for
Intuitive intelligence to stimulate my inner need to call forth
Creativity while penning this post in which
Today’s train of thought is about to conjure up
Anothet simple three step plan in hopes of calming anxiety by
Jumpstarting my processor’s proactive sense of optimism:
Step one—Offer my processor’s present state of anxiety
the soothing patience that I'd graciously gift a friend.
Step two—Clearly choose to set this complex task of conflict resolution aside until natural waves of emerging emotion no longer threaten to overwhelm my conscious mind's peaceful connection to logic.
Step three—Repeat steps one and two until conscious thoughts of completing this complex task match my calmed sense of internal readiness to openly confront the frightful nature of this unrepressed, newly revealed deeper truth, which, having managed to slip out of subconscious storage, has startled my conscious sense of self awareness with need to muster the courage and humility necessary to disempower this fear of reality from scaring my think tank into inaction, overlong
And now that my intuitive powers have outlined my processor’s three-step proactive plan of inaction until readiness overcomes my fear of openly and fully confronting a reality that all people wrestle with whether our brains tend toward positivity or negativity concerning one's own death, we can see that today's organized train of thought suggests that my connection to logic is only disrupted when thoughts of the death of a loved one overwhelm my mind with subconscious awareness of the fact that I, too, as well as many of my loved ones have advanced into the fourth stage of life, suggesting tis not the simple task that remains undone, which has been in need of clear-headed contemplation, but rather the flood of complex emotions, which threaten to erupt like a rip tide pulling my conscious awareness ever so deeply into a turbulent ocean of fear, suggestive as to why my mind floods with resistance each time I ask myself if readiness to accomplish any simple task, peacefully, is mine, and now that intuitive intelligence hath spotlighted that last flash of insight illuminating my rebellious state of mind, tis plain to see why any thought that's not nearly as meaningful as this task, which threatens to tap into a deeper truth that my defense system feels need to stuff behind my wall of denial, suggests my need to confront this next fact as well: If the mere thought of completing a simple task threatens to expose emotional reactions too potent for Ohhmmm to appease then my intuitive intelligence must beseech my sense of compassion to draw forth as much patience as proves necessary until my rebalanced sense of clarity has calmed my fear of calamity so as to steady my think tank’s readiness to reconnect with my spirit's healthy, heartfelt, natural sense of go-ahead ...
Ohhmmm ...
Ohhmmm ...
Hmmmm ...
No green light, as of yet ... so perhaps the primary (negatively focused) fear that's exacerbating my current sense of inner conflict, which stops me from reconnecting with my sense of inner peace, has not yet fully emerged ...
Wednesday, November 8, 2017
I'm thinking that the post above was written soon after my brother-in-law's death in August.
I'm thinking to know why this post was 'randomly' plucked from drafts, today ...
I'm thinking that my 74th birthday is exactly a month away
I'm thinking that time flies by so quickly as to offer me a birthday twice a year!
I'm thinking of how my body tires though my spirit thoroughly enjoys a playdate with Ravi
I'm thinking that my sense of reality can no longer deny that my body ages, every day ...
I'm thinking that each birthday sweeps me closer to ... OY VAY!
I'm thinking that reconciling with the reality of one's mortality is far from easy!
I'm thinking that reconciling with the reality of one's mortality is far from easy!
I'm thinking that my intuitive smarts have need to redirect my conscious awareness toward my good fortune on an every day basis, because there's no time like the present to appreciate every moment shared with loved ones, which at this stage of my life naturally comes my way due to the fact that what goes around comes around, and as long as my mind remains trained upon an intuitive line of reasoning as positively focused as this one proves to be, hopefully, insight, illuminating fear of what the future is bound to offer up, will be placed on a back burner freeing this light-hearted moment's sense of optimism to ignite my spirit's flagging energy level to lift to full mast for as long as my power of intuitive intelligent reminds the conscious portion of my mind to seize each day by concentrating most often on my personal sense of good fortune.
Seriously, I have good genes in that my dad, who lived to eighty-seven, and my mom who celebrated one hundred years with family and friends, both experienced good health much more often than not all the way to the very end of each one's life, suggesting my betting on the optimistic possibility of enjoying good health over this last fourth of my life span that lies straight ahead as long as my brain's intuitive intelligence continues to release flashes of insight spotlighting my inner need to identify future uprisings of repressed inner conflict so as to quell the emergence of subconscious anxiety in short order. Whew!
This growth-in-self-awareness stuff is a tough job; however, when it comes to balancing my brain's emotional reaction with logical thought processing intact, I've learned that no one can achieve that knowledge-based feat for me but me!
During hard times when anxiety spikes, people are always saying:
Take good care of yourself
But very few tell you how best to accomplish that feat for this reason:
For the most part, those offering caring advice have no clue as to
How to accomplish that feat for themselves ...
Seriously, I have good genes in that my dad, who lived to eighty-seven, and my mom who celebrated one hundred years with family and friends, both experienced good health much more often than not all the way to the very end of each one's life, suggesting my betting on the optimistic possibility of enjoying good health over this last fourth of my life span that lies straight ahead as long as my brain's intuitive intelligence continues to release flashes of insight spotlighting my inner need to identify future uprisings of repressed inner conflict so as to quell the emergence of subconscious anxiety in short order. Whew!
This growth-in-self-awareness stuff is a tough job; however, when it comes to balancing my brain's emotional reaction with logical thought processing intact, I've learned that no one can achieve that knowledge-based feat for me but me!
During hard times when anxiety spikes, people are always saying:
Take good care of yourself
But very few tell you how best to accomplish that feat for this reason:
For the most part, those offering caring advice have no clue as to
How to accomplish that feat for themselves ...
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