I feel as my life is in pieces shattered around me as I lay in the rubble. Dually inflicted from separate intense avenues. First of which for the last two weeks was intense drama between two couples that were living on our land, sanctuary earth. After I trying to reconcile their differences and create harmony and peace I was defeated by the anger and hostility that had approached to the epic climax that the police needed to be called but only three days ago. As the dust begins to settle from the emotional distress of that situation the cracks start to show in a opportunity life-changing. After much investigation, it had come to my awareness that a recent change that was placed on my table, that took me much time to decide whether or not I would even except this change. Upon my acceptance, it was taken away. False dreams were placed into me and solidified with false proof of its legitimacy. When the red flags started waving I found a backdoor into The truth. Upon finding the truth, my first action was to save the individuals that had followed me into this false light. Only after the dust could settle and speaking with the FBI, police, and many lawyers on this subject, could I then realize how deeply this head cut. During the duration of these two situations much of my life was put on hold. Like a large machine that had come to a grinding halt, I now must get the gears moving again. These experiences were not in vain, I am fully aware of the lesson taught in my case in particular. All arrows point to the reality that I must focus on my art. That was the apex I continuously returns to with each twist and turn. Wasting time is the number one thing that frustrates me to know and. It is something I could never retrieve. I must only move forward, never looking back but still learning from those experiences. The experiences are much deeper than I am letting on, however my future has never been more clear now since the dust has settled.
Posted on: Fri, 24 Jan 2014 11:30:40 +0000
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