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Thanks to Steemit, I may be an author, but that gives me zero authority to "tell" anyone anything. I am a learner, not a teacher, though for sure we are all ambassadors for the tribe of sapien and the other domesticated species...ouch!

sorry did not mean to sound mean, what I really meant was, if we are of a kind, kindness rather than preechy-ness may be more more respectful and fun.

Todays chapter is all about story telling, leadership and finally.....trust. 
about honour and honesty
about fear of missing out
and fear of being "singled" out.
this crap is never out-dated
while positive thinking is over rated
energy can not be created
it was moving already 
what was it saying?
can we know, simply by swaying?
can we be swayed when we become immovable
immutable, if our beliefs are immaterial
can they be put to test
our errors ever laid to rest

ha ha I guess this is a musical - must be a pantomime - does that mean I can stay in my PJ's today?

What ever you do - do not believe me
I dont even want to have a clue
 why would I need one 
open my senses, free my mind
 and I find reality is right here waiting for me
 no mystery - all wonder
 all beauty as it flows through the point of balance,
 ebbing and flowing and never quite stopping

The beauty revealed by stillness is that there is none
Life is change and there can be no death
 so long as the possibility of life continues
somewhere...here...now?
my words are silly no?

The gift revealed by stillness is that we feel where we are holding tight, 
where the memories we stored are of the inflexible type

They sit like ice-bergs, like rocks in the stream
 the turbulence they create interrupts the dream

We get what we give, we are always projecting
we are always in the flow, 
even when we dont know

**The BANDs getting back TOGETHER!**
Flexible memory allows us to project force, while still remaining sensitive to BOTH what was happening - the base line
and whatever we're adding - the rhythm, the vocals,
the cover art, or  the appreciating locals
all are required for a great rock concert
in concert nothing is dis-concerting 
when pain stops, we cease hurting
 
So where do these little rocks of discontent come from
from where does dis- particular content arise? 
Dis-particular = no substance 
yet we can feel it
can feel it, but not bare it
so we bear it 
we bare our teeth

Stories that inspire threat
cause us to experience the chemical contractions of fear
The readiness for action and the trigger enter our memory
Any trigger will trip our hypo-campus and send us off campus
without reservation, we go into action stations 

Blood flows Into our limbs, leaving our stomach and our immune system 
flows into reptilian brain, further narrowing our vision 
We become a killing machine, designed to survive the next 3 seconds.
its a real party killer and destroys relationships 

Now its not all teeth and claws
but it causes us to withdraw 
from our senses and retest the memory
we either find it is base-less and dis charge it
or we keep replaying the event in our minds eye, 
trying to find a version where we get to be right

When we stay right, we re-charge it
ready to be triggered again and again

Nothing is more expensive to our relationships than our need to be right
Which is why I dont want to teach or preach, so stick to rhythms 
Still want to be in the band and keep the time. 
even if I dont play the party-line 

As you can imagine I will write more on this subject (ironically if I ever understand it, I will probably stop ha ha)
but I figure if one does not get it, they may not want to
Either way thats not my business
my busy ness is life itself
and it needs naught from me
other than it be lived


hope that was not too painful   =8-P

(todays image "hands of destiny" - inspired when laying with my wife and daughter years ago, she was sleeping on the floor next to our bed to share the air-conditioning, she liked to fall asleep holding my finger. I felt contentment, trust, all was not just well in my world, it was abundant, above all, I felt loved and loving - in the words of Van Halen - "nothings missing". So destiny was not so much about the future as it was about trusting there would be one and in doing so - allowing myself to float in the full peace and wonder of NOW.) - over the top? chuckle....thats my jus ma thang :)