Sunday 10:27 p.m.
We can stand around. There are the words. They said he had a disease. It means you can't relate. So we stand around. He has been my deep dear friend for thirty years, but when they told him about the disease, I knew we were funged. The disease had a name. It was a syndrome. I called it Poisonous. I don't think he likes me. I don't think I like him either. Still ...
I can't get by the amazing bliss. I look at my chum Poisonous and I know that he will never get it. Though he has a character which is defined by the lack of ra bliss, still he would enjoy it because ... ra bliss is ra bliss is ra bliss. How could you not enjoy it? He will never meditate. He will neve get ra bliss. It's a shame, so it is. Flatheids just don't get ra bliss.
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Not all syndromes are poisonous. But living chronic is hard.
I wonder at your need to get the flatheids to meditate. Your journey is important. But not everyone can be on the same journey.
Wish them peace, wish them joy. Show them the good ra bliss does for you. But learn to accept that they have not grown enough to be ready for it.
Tolerance is the most important thing we can learn and the biggest gift we can give.
Yes most would benefit from meditation but they aren't ready for it yet. Patience my friend. Be a beacon of light and let them find their way. But some paths lead to other lights.
If I could teach the world one thing it would be:
"Different is not wrong. It is only different."
Marie Rex: The trouble with ra bliss is that you can't show it to folk. If you could, they'd meditate okay! It seems perverse not to. I know I really am intolerant. I really am! Hotboy
Then you need to work on learning tolerance, my friend.
No you can't show them and it is hard to explain. But to each their own path through hell.
Me I'm about OD'd on sunshine today. It is a perfect day and I've been outside in the sun every chance I've had. Chanting my mantra and anchoring myself to the earth so I don't get lost.
I don't mind the rain, but the endless blue sky makes me realize how much I can stretch myself and let all those molecules out of this silly shape.
Very much ra bliss.
I say!
What good advice from Marie Rex, and not just for you, but to all of us. Tolerance for all, except, of course, the criminals, who were active near here recently.
MM III
Marie Rex: I went out for a jog this lunchtime. Beautiful day here as well! Hotboy
Mingin'! Do you have to pay protection money? have you got an armed response insurance policy like they have in Sud Efrica. Eh? Hotboy
I say!
Yes, we employ a response system, as a backup to Abdul.
MM III
Is it Asperger's? That would help explain why Poisonous and I never hit it off. I had the opposite of Asperger's. Too much ability to relate. Nowadays it's probably called Excessive Empathy Disorder, but back then it was just neurosis. Everything balances up.
Albert? No, they said he was a pychopath with sociopathic tendencies. Just about got him right there, I'd say. Hotboy
What vocation did he end up taking up?
Albert? Last heard of he was up the Amazon seeking guidance. His vocation was to look neat. Hope this helps. Hotboy
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