Unfilterd

Yeah so..

Was gardening.. Pulling weeds.. Attempting to move wood on a nice day

Been engaged in healing for body mind heart

Been seeing alotta healers and my on doctoring

Were always our own healer realy

Located with core esteem programmin

Flows and contradictions

Gravity and atmospheres

Wars n terror..

Hmmm

Been realy blessed for recent support

From professionals

From friends

From me

Certain questions around our civilisation decline.. Occur whilst weeding

Namely... WHAT DO YOU PRODUCE

WHAT SERVICE RENDERED

How is our labour.. Attention and effort directed toward the work of

Well

Resetting some fundamental stumbling blocks. Of modernity

Of western finncialised over inflated corruption

I mean as digital peasants.. In a seemingly non human cage

How can we return a worth and value to our lives?

To ourselfs

To each other.

Maybe these thoughts.. I my admittedly future shock.. Dislocation of identity..

Are only relivant to the 'outsider depressive'

Or sirviver of family.. Or sirviver of any cultic construct in the farm we inhabit.

Its in this manner in which I write

A kinda down home embedded philosophy..

Not flash

But lived.

The background is the universe

The terrain existential

The essential Underlineing conditions are.. The awareness

These things.. These.. Gifts this actual place..

Not man made synthetic echos of ciilisation

But natural law.. Are what redeems th dark valley

Or indeed th cave of imprinted mind..

Im a student of th diviniys

And sufferer of too much awareness

Yet

The product and service

At least to my own measure of effort will action

Determines the story I transmit

As opposed to simply consume

These narritives

Are a record

Of a motive

Realisaionnd and wry kind smle

If indeed

Your worried alot about purpose

And meaning.

Ok rounding out

Back to work.

Often times seems that art

Is all talk eh.