July 9, 2009 (listening to music and writing "meditation")

From a bathroom, on a stool:

The objective is to write about this experience in a way that makes peace with the music that we all have to work with.

When you don't have a job, you have to treat everything that you do like it's your job. Treat it with care. Treat it with respect. Snap yourself out of "fruitless" cycles of "harvests." There are alternatives. There is abundance. There is harmony.

When you open yourself up to different things--things that you are not yet completely comfortable experiencing-- you begin building bridges to a new perception of life.

Enter "new possibility: number one," stage right.

You have begun a new phase in which you are driven to perform, not by a feeling of acceptance, but, by a basic survival instinct. You can feel the bittersweet truth of tears that will not realize themselves until you've made a safe place out of your situation. Shelter, food, water, and sepecially human intimacy should be--and always should be-- the top priorities for you.

You have suffered enough at the hands of your own indifferent approach to survival and co-creation. You have the ability to feel independent, while at the same time thinking of the well-being of others.

Considering the previously submitted testament, I am always moving toward the "new possibility." Use your common sense and let yourself and everything take time to express the deep feelings in an appropriate fashion.

Age math?:

24 years = 02/16/2009 - 02/16/1985
07/09/2009 - 02/16/2009 = 12 + 31 + 30 + 31 + 30 + 9 = 133
133/365 = .3643835616 or 133.75/365 = .3664383562
8893 days from February 16, 1985 to Now (approximately)