How are you? Your response says a lot about you. Can you answer the question with the word great?
If there is something you want to change, imagine it already changed.
Remember to feel gratitude for all the little comforts: the roof over your head, hot water in the shower, a cat purring in your lap, the washing machine, the cell phone in your pocket, etc. One thing is certain, you would miss them dearly if they were ever gone.
Two souls, split from one
Encounter each other
In this life.
Naturally opposites and opponents
They work against each other
Because each took different traits
From the original soul.
Mutually each despises the other
And silently plots to destroy
They are unaware of the truth
They don’t know there are countless others
Ripped apart before birth
Perhaps they meet in battle
A fierce fight
Hand to hand combat
The survivor stabbed the victim
In the throat
But he has problems reintegrating
Because of a gnawing emptiness
He says a part of him died in the war
But he cannot know
The devastating truth of that statement
He killed a piece of himself
Maybe two soul-halves meet
At their place of employment
One is highly competent
The other causes problems
But they must work together
Day after day they face frustration
They may spend their entire career
Wishing the other would go away
They deprive themselves
Of the joy they could take
In their work
Because of the daily struggle
Against an unstoppable force
There are hints they don’t see
Small similarities they share
Something in common that
They can’t quite grasp
Like the battlefield enemies
Ultimately they will know the truth
They will one day discover
After this life has ended for both
That the one was the other
And the other was the one
When they opposed each other
They opposed themselves.
You’re still there
I go to the cabinets
I go to the fridge
I convince myself that
I don’t even know what I want
But you are there
I read what you wrote so many years ago
And I’m amazed at it
Smoothly with a taste of Angels
You wrote that
Your influence has been increasing lately
By many standards, it is a small influence
It even seems logical
The way you say it
Have a beer
You make sense until about the third
And I rarely exceed that
So it seems only fair
I work hard
So what’s two or three beers
At the end of the day
But part of me remembers
Your stronger personalities
More dangerous things
Like Wild Turkey
Vodka, Rum, Jack Daniels
Those smooth tranquilizers
Are harder to stomach these days
But back then I could barely stand
The taste of beer
Ah the taste of it
Now I love it more than any other drink
I remember how bad I thought it was
When I was a kid
But now somehow you taste amazing
In that form
What bothers me
Is the daily enchantment
Ending the day with a mind
German pint bottles are the best
But Icehouse will do
As it does now
But every day!
Every single day with rare exception
I ignored you one day recently
You took offense
And your retaliation was brutal
I had a long sleepless night
And your voice grew louder
You even sounded logical again
A quick shot of Jack
To drown out the pain
Of lying awake in bed
But I made it through the night
Only to encounter you on the next
Yesterday I read what we wrote nine years ago
Almost ten really
I forgot that you were a daily voice
How long has this been going on?
I can remember stretches of time
But how long?
And how many?
I don’t know
I am your main affliction
You have others, but I’m in charge of them
Coffee in the morning
To send you to the moon
After I’ve sent you to sleep
Then you go on to the battle with food
You did very well
With refusing carbs
For so long
But then that helped you refuse me
So I put a stop to that
I put little whispers in your mind
How about Jack and Diet Coke?
No carbs in that
Brilliant wasn’t it?
It took the advertising agencies years
To copy that one
That was 1999 after all.
But now, I’m in control again
What’s a piece of chocolate here and there?
One piece or 5, it’s all the same
Dark chocolate is fairly low carb
I know you see the weight creeping back on
And you blame the carbs
I’ve got you where I need you
At the end of the day
You are worn down
From a day of
Troubleshooting, problem solving
You come home beat up
And I don’t even have
To pull a fast one
To get you to the fridge
I’m bottled or canned
But you prefer me in glass
Especially glass stamped $2.52 from Kwik Liquors
Weihenstephaner Hefe Weisse
Nothing like a German
To carry you away from your
Daily moronic dealings
I build a buzzing wall between you
And your troubles
Sometimes you tell me you will leave
But I know better
You can’t do it
You’re weak and you’re mine
No, you don’t know what you’re talking about
Just tonight I was thinking of making this the last
But then again, so was last night
After tonight, I could see how long
We could stay apart
Hmmm, dangerously worded
That implies that we might get back together
You know we will, so why even try?
But there is more of you in the fridge
I spent money on you so I can’t
Just throw you away
See how logical I am?
I know, it will be easier to stay away from the store
To not spend any more money on you
Finish up what’s in the house
There’s a fifth of Cuervo in the cabinet
I bet if I drink that fast, we won’t talk
For a very long time
Ooh, that’s not fair
How about you make up a bunch of
Lime Jello with that Tequila?
Or some frozen margaritas?
Wow, that sounds really good
Where do you get your ideas?
I’m convincing, what can I say?
A message about Earth: Abundant life flows upon her shores.
Thoughts are real, not just something that's in your head. If you think a negative thought about someone, it has an effect on them. The same is true for positive thoughts.
In my metaphysical reading, it seems inevitable that I would come across Seth. The Seth Material wasn't the first Seth book I read and in fact I'd been working on Seth books for probably two years before I got down to this one. However, this would have been a much better place to start. The Seth books contain an enormously vast amount of information and they take some mental digestion to comprehend. Seth meant for the material to be taken in order, I think, because every page builds on the last.
My favorite quote from the book is probably this one:
"We form matter in order to operate in three-dimensional reality, develop our abilities and help others. Physical matter is like plastic that we use and mold to our own desire, not like concrete into which our consciousness has been poured."
I froze in my tracks when I read this, because I wrote my poem, The Plastic People two weeks PRIOR to reading this passage. There are some quotes that are probably better, but that one really meant something to me.