Thinking

One can only find peace without if one has peace within.

A dimestore thought.

Everything you experience today is a result of your past experiences.

For a quarter.

The only way to understand yourself is by listening to others.

I'll buy that for a dollar.

All disease is self administered.

Maybe.

If it worked before it can work again.

Not my old ipod.

The key to health is communication with your subconscious.

I never had that key, and don't know the language.

The best way to eat is wisely.

Okay.

I'm waiting to eat a pureed filet Mignon. Yum. No really, yum. I've had pureed ham, fatoush, ravioli, etc.

I'm in hot water for failing to embrace Mesmerism. I need to reconsider this. I don't give anything much of a chance. It is foolish to be so narrow. Color me the fool. I don't blame this guy for not wanting to waste his time with me. I'm going to step up and get after it if he will have me. There comes a time when the options are few. I'm well past that. Who am I to be selective?

Often I'm an idiot. Often.

Follow up

Don't expect a miracle and you won't be disappointed. Rule to live by, indeed. Since my session? I'm not expecting a miracle, therefore I'm not disappointed. Voila!

Its apparent that I'm not yet completely on board with the mind thing. I've half a mind to.... I've half a mind. Herein lies my problem! My subconscious half has not returned from holiday. I'm swimming without limbs while others search abroad for the ever elusive prankster. He has most definitely left the premises with the intention of carrying on in the ways of a child free of parental bondage. Meanwhile, I am left with all the responsibility to function entirely on a cognitive level.

What is one to do without a subconscious? Where is mine?

Until my mind can recover its binary function, all I'm left with is a slant toward the practical. We know how poorly that has worked.

Existential thinking is not my forte. Perhaps I need to investigate. As soon as I find my subconscious I'll give him the Assignment.

I'm not feeling anything specifically different, but I'm more focused on what is good for me and what is bad. I'm planning on making my certainties clear. This development is significant.

Here

Since my session I'm feeling different.

(I) don't know what to make of it. When I do I'll let you in.

Shit be flyin'

My original intention was to lay out all that is wrong about me, all that is failing. The easiest action to administer is complaint. When I'm miserable, which is most of the time, I'm able to extract venom from my every wound. I figuratively bite down, suck and spit. The annoyance, already a festered, gluey concoction, lands on my blog and infects the lot of you with typographical clarity. You ingest my words and try to imagine my pain.

What good is that shit? For me, for you, for anybody?

Don't let me fool you. Given any setback, I'm likely to again bite, suck and spit. For today it seems like a lame ass idea.

Why? Because tomorrow night I will engage with a Mesmerism/magnetism expert in Belgium via Skype.

I have total faith in the process.

One of my prerequisites is to open my mind and expel all negative thoughts through my crown chakra. Beyond that, I'm going silent.

If you are open minded, please throw your energy my way, and I'll catch it. Only unrestricted energy, please.

This is for real. I'm only receiving positive thoughts. What would I need of anything else? I'm consumed with the bad. Time for "In with the good".

Steer clear of the top of my head. Shit be flyin'.

Reference piece

Caveat conundrum? Only I can relate to this. It's some version of Murphy's Law caught up in perpetual doldrums  If that is not clear enough I'm not engaged enough to expound.

Okay. I'm apt to be less than positive. Good things happen to me. It's not all gloom and doom. Spring is here. The NBA playoffs are soon. The boys are still great and my family loves me.

Please go to http://healals.blogspot.com for Amy's contribution to the efforts to keep me on the planet.

Quickly

I'm finding it difficult to express myself.

Let me find a woman who is better at expressing.

To many, this makes no sense, but to nursing mothers............
Amy says to keep it positive, so I continue my efforts, but...........

I'm sure that this is, so far, a worthless post.
I'm trying to fulfill a requirement.

Positive thoughts.

Suffocation begets panic which in turn fuels the fire of dying. Nothing is more serious or more frightening than gasping for air, looking about wide eyed at your last visual........ Except for your wife's witnessing your horror, exponentially increased through her heightened sense of empathy and considered imminent loss.

Let me never put her through that again.

4

Today is the fourth anniversary of my diagnosis. Yippy