Sinera's Lucidiary

[Tutor]

Really had enough of it now. I will take a break now since most of my other "normal" projections weren't any better, confusing and resultless to say the least. I've had enough now of this crap. I might cease, maybe for good, or at least for a certain time.

ditto with CFT. burnout! just means time for proper digestion. when you've outrun your helpers/teachers/guides then you've outrun the pupil that was being taught. when a "thing" by practice becomes 2nd nature then it no longer is a "thing" of practice, and to continue as if practicing conflicts with where it now rests. this happens before one might themself come to rest. that thou art

shifting the gears of transmission is up to the driver. but instead of gearing up, this calls for gearing down, stopping, getting out and away from the drive/practice, and walking until you realize that you are the vehicle that you are walking away from. sabbatical

resting in that which rests as you when you will. other wise the next step a-walkin does not arrise, or rather, goes as unseen opportunity right in front of you, even as you've steppedly walked without notice. this because it cannot be behind you rested.

any process/pratice is not about perfection, or such an individualist ideal of what perfection has to look like to suit the individual demands. demands will not allow rest when rest is called for. a practice takes on it's own rythym for that which is ever rythymless/centered and rested. if this is not so, then the practitioner is off-center, and, therefore, when rest is called for is not aware of it, just keeps on plying the practice toward the "ideal" of perfection.

there has to be spaces for love to grow. why is this about love? to love thyself, to be centered, rythymless, to see the rythyms round about, calling as opportunity to be seen by the rested eye. an old saying that comes with practice, which points to ideals of perfection, "that's not too hateful to accept". point just so, one is thrown within as examiner of self-acceptance, which cannot be unless one is centered/rythymless.

if music's rythym is round about me, it serves my self to realize that i am within and between my two ears...centered. from this placement alone may i rest, safely and securely. Ahyah (Asher) Ahyah

Asher, meaning, That, also meaning Joy; Joy being the realization of That, as thou and i oned as that being you as yours. that thou art well met with I am that...

thus is the art and the artist, or the creation and the creator. there is no art/creation without the artist/creator. yet, to be as that is to have practiced/grown a craft that crafted may be. simply put, give thyself permission to accept it as it is, "that aint too hateful to live with".

There is the Life, and there is THAT which Lives the Life. what does Spirit not already possess as potentiality potently resting [every"thing"] as the given potential potently Being as You presently given...are? no"thing"

a gardner best works with the daily nature given at hand, and the fruits of labor when arriving...just are. Zen. it cannot be but the best, for it has arrived from the best given forward, and not backward. a gardner doesnt give up when the fruit comes in, it is to be gathered in, then is rest. these seasons internal and personally perceptive, even as the fruit is to be impersonally received. however, of these fruits are the seeds/opportunities of the morrow. humans aint hybrids genetically disabled of seed bearing in due season.

and dont forget the bees and other pollenators, that have cross-affected the fruited possibilities. as R.B. has intimated, "follow the bees"...that have gone inside, perhaps to rest. i see he has a chair up there now. to sit, to rest, to chew the cud, to cogitate, to ponder, to contemplate, to listen to the natural given silence of your centered self being, to be...etc. a choice within chosen actions is choosing inaction, where assertiveness is restfully away from rythym's passive-aggressive musicality potentially jamming twixt one's ears. like a logger's log jam sometimes, yet the e-motional river still runs upunder such engorged nonsense/ideas. let your helpers worry about it, seeing as they've run out of "ideas" too. the log jam makes for a nice bridge to at first walk over and across. such is the handiness of log jams.

let the somewhere that love is...be within you for you. It all comes down to you to from within receive, other wise you cannot give from within what is not yours to give out.

I Don't Ever Give Up: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ktpTyT1Wj_I

peace to ya,

Tim