I’ll preface this with the potential that I might get called out later, not sure yet but it may happen, I did acquire my milk and somes this morning however. As it stands potentially gonna be virtual farming later but things could change on a dime any second, you know how those things go.
Anywhays. .
.. ..until then, good morning, how the devil are you, you feeling good today, that rest starting to help or what? I’m feeling very rested over here I got a lot of hours in last night and am feeling very blissed out, we got rain shortly, kinda perfect, even thou my energy levels were low yesterday, it will make up for it today and then end of the week will be the crescendo to some much needed universe karma.
Now we’ve got that server re-up for the next six months, time to stack those bits of media eh for the next few months, stock up the cupboards with long-term evolution comes that will cover all my winter needs, some extra wool blankets, make it cosy and warm, a small microwave transmitter and the outside connection t you and the world.
Photo by freestocks on Unsplash
Yesterday felt tougher than it needed too but it was certainly rest that my body was asking for, it was letting me know that it was suffering from extreme fatigue and I needed to step back a little bit, get in bed, rest it out. I had some crazy ass dreams, like tenet as fuck, all over the place, multiple time frames, multiple scenarios, like playing inception, matrix and anything world altering all together — hyper realism interconnected portals, bit like cloud atlas.
Back to normal earth atmosphere this morning thou, even heard a bird singing, no air traffic, no trails in the sky, just damn, wet, fine rain, refilling of the ancient waters and the notion of warm porridge to warm my soul later in the day. I mean, i’m really winning over here and it feels freaking good.
It’s weird, I should probably track is but I’m always in big reflective frame of minds about things when I get to this last week in the month, I really enjoy these, it’s like a countdown to a fresh new month, I used to enjoy the first days of a new month (especially years) but after 2020 that needed to change — I realise that was just an augmented feature of wanting to approach a new energy year with gusto for it only to be ripped away by the end of jan.
I had high hopes for the world in 2020, you know, twenty twenty vision and all that but all it’s become is just fragments of Justin Sun’s ego tripping all over the place, hiding their fear of how damaged they are with notions of control, hyperbole and fear mongering — they are no better than the centralised idioms they presume to replace.
It’s just all very bad suit taste isn’t it, I’m just glad to have the audacity and frame of mind to be able to step left or right into a reality that’s not limited by lack of humanity and humility for a peaceful way of co-existing.
I really did hope that the five year projects that started in 2015, the big things in development to take towns, cities into the next decade would have launched with fanfare and at least get our feet in the door before the pandemic happened, all that feels like it’s been taken away for the time being — so many amazing co-working centres I’d have loved to have manufactured some of my ideas for digital nomads on the road.
But we don’t dwell, we don’t operate with rhetoric and hyperbole. We about that realistic 1’s and 0’s - not the command and conquer pseudo faux ideology of little green men and tanks and their front liners. I’d rather just build a boat, with a tiger in the stern and fight for governance over that little wooden boat rather than be someones bitch boy to fall in line to ultimate die over lack of maturity in a world of abusers and mental tormentors.
And deep breathes.
Don’t ask, no idea where that came from, maybe elections energy, maybe watching the decaying fabric of identity and society and they got misled as to what success looked like as their family members died one by one from covid and a lack of cohesive family structure around them due to everyone playing out the hustle mentality.
So yeah, scratch 2020, maybe the next year won’t be great either, and we have to be ok with that, we have to flex where the others zag, zig and zagging across a country from port to port, to lay-by to hilltop dirt road, wherever the road leads, small reach each day, taking time to gorge in the now — to let the solar radiance run through us and charge our blood stream.
It’s all a matter of framework and perception right, whichever we choose to bind ourselves too, today, I’m binding my insides with porridge and warmth, with coffee and real milk, with smiles and love, with hopes in my heart with a sceptre held to the skies that brings me home to you, no matter where in the universe I might be --- also, v1.5 soon right? Can’t wait!
Personally I have many thanks on a daily basis to the universe for showing me the way, for jumping in and telling me what to do because I listened instead of dictated. I jumped into action when I needed too and now I’m trying to level up through the forced fitness adjustments to see what’s next we can do together.
That movie last night I think inspired a lot of this thinking. Imagine it, locked down all day, planning, scheming, dry run throughs, making keys from wood, opening doors, timing it all, working out where people were at certain times, to be hit with that final door that you just don’t have a key for so you have to chisel out around the lock, not willing to be held back.
That’s a poetic kind of karma.
Karma is a beauty of a thing to behold.
Fantastic film.
Ok, think that’s where I call this my love, all written out and I wanna get some extra foods on the go, with a side order of more coffee and a big phat swig of milk! :)
Mwah,
Mouser x