I am sitting on the sofa downstairs in the living room. I woke up at 04:00 and lay in bed for nearly two hours, writing in my head. The awful thing about writing in my head is.... [click title to read more]
I was put on this planet to...
I'm highly suggestible, and also tend towards being high on life when I'm sober/aware, taking in great input and don't have too much stress. When I was a child I quickly learned that ...
"It’s an awful feeling, to feel you’re insane because ..."
"I often do this kind of impromptu jingling, especially around the kids, but it felt very good to sing this one, so I’ll jot it down here to the best of my memory..."
"I woke at 05:45 after a phenomenal eight hours (I said eight HOURS!!!) sleep and felt..."
"So I played “O Christmas Tree,” by the newly decorated tree, and I wished that the boys would join me..." [...]
The fact is I do want to write for other people. I love people, or more especially, persons. (Actually I also love groups of people. But only when I’m drunk.)
What I mean is it really does start from inside the Self. At the point where you connect with inner voice, which comes from the great CPU. That’s where true love is generated. After that we can accept anyone anything and everything.