The Journey Within

I don’t have visions like I used to. There are too many chemicals running rampant in my body for that to happen. The beats and rhythms no longer speak to me because of age and imbalance. It’s as if the universe is tuned to a different frequency.

More to the point, I am.

Part of the issue is that I’ve suppressed these muscles for a fair amount of time. I have to keep stretching into the beyond in order to find the right place to find the stream of consciousness that I used to be able to tap into at the speed of thought. It’s not easy to recover those skills.

It’s much like any other exercise routine. It has to be done regularly and with purpose. Movement for movement’s sake isn’t the goal. That is just chaos.

Another piece of the struggle is that I’ve put too much credence into seeking validation from others. I’m striving for the likes, the plus 1’s, the hearts instead of knowing that the sometimes maligned words that I string together are good. They are the best I have at the time and that is good enough.

They do not have to be on par with Dick or King. They do not have to rival those of Capote or Chandler. They are mine. No one else can write them as I can. No one else will have the passion for them as I do. No one can feel the rush that comes from them.

No one can. No one is supposed to.

I’m beginning to realize, once more, that it doesn’t matter if my words move anyone else but myself. I should not write towards a goal of winning a popularity contest. They should be for myself, primarily. If others find something in them that sparks a kernel of insight or emotion, more’s the better.

And in the span of few hundred words and a several minutes, I feel the strength and power of what I’m saying. I feel the truth of the matter and can feel the flow of the universe around me again.

The beats and rhythms surround me. The spectral voices are in chorus to the ethereal songs. It is here where I find my place and feel the connections that I’ve missed.

Here.

Now.

And it is wonderful.

Unstuck

“It’s different for everyone. A flash — forward, backward. All of us, the entire station.  We’ve become unstuck in time, Commander. That’s why we have to get out of here quickly!”

— Major Krantz, Earthforce Commander, Babylon 4

And here is the problem. Not with the show or the episode, not even with @straczynski's writing and plotting. It is with each and every one of us. We are so stuck that we cannot adjust. We are rooted in the thought that things should be fixed in a certain linear order instead of being in the moment.

We are often depressed or anxious because we are not in our collective moments. We are looking to the future and becoming anxious. We are looking to the past and feeling regret.

I say, ‘we’ but I mean ‘me.’

Things are not as I have planned. It’s not all bad, mind you, but not as I planned. I was supposed to be in a different place and situation. I was supposed to be someone else.

Yet, here I am. I am the one who has remained to fight and survive. I am the one who has endured and been scarred.

The stories, the ones that you know, will speak for themselves. I have no desire to go over them or to rehash what has been. I cannot change the past. The best thing I can do is live in the now and build the future from the present.

Stability depends upon what is done now. Each piece placed on top of the next. The scaffold of the future depends upon it.

So, here I am, building again.

Slowly.

Surely.

With precise deliberation. With deliberate precision.

I’ve seen the results in my life when I do not apply myself and make the best choices I can in the moment. It is not pretty and rots the structure of my life.

Tea Time

I think Lewis Carrol said it best.

“You’re not the same as you were before,” he said. You were much more… muchier… You’ve lost your muchness.”

This has been where I’ve been for the long months that I’ve been silent. I am wracked by the fact that I am changing on the inside and cannot determine who or what I am.

I want to believe in myself and my abilities once more. I want to feel the muchness that was once so prevalent in my life. I want to belong again, not to others, as most will say that I belong, but to myself. I feel alien to myself these days.

It’s hard to determine whether or not this is evolution or still some part of the stagnation I feel that is festering within me. I know that I’m somewhat stuck and, like Absolem, must find my way through the chrysalis that I’ve been in.

In fact, I’ve been in this cocoon for far too long. I’m rotting — suffocating — within it. I don’t have the faith or instincts of a caterpillar. I don’t have the ease of picking up a pipe and contemplating the world as I see it through cascading clouds of smoke.

But, why not though?

I have moments of silence, like this one, where my home is my own and others are in slumber. I do have some private moments where I don’t have to be on stage. This is where my growth will come from. This is where I learn to gather my strength to break through the barriers I’ve built over the years.

Beyond the surrounding emotional walls are my tribe urging me on. They wait for my emergence, my metamorphosis. Others out there think they want me to become this much more muchier me, but I get the feeling that they want me to remain inside of this unchanging space.

I feel that they rely upon the status quo.

They exist in a moment of space and time that is an anomaly. The world changes around them, and they fight for control of it. They fight against the flow of energy that fills us with light, laughter, loss, lamentation, and love. They stand against it. They do not better themselves in thought or action. They sit and pine for the days where they were in some sort of control.

Time, and the world, has gone on without them. Their Spring and Summer have been pushed. There they stand, hoping beyond hope, that the Autumn and inevitable Winter do not come.

Life, like so many other things, is cyclic though. Nothing is permanent. Darkness will give way to light. Light will give way to darkness.

I struggle with this knowledge myself. I rely to much on stasis. I forget that I too am impermanent and should realize that as long as I remain in contest with that which is around me, I have already lost. I am not an Oak. I can move with the wind and rain. I can bypass the oncoming storm should I wish.

So, the question remains: Why don’t I move?

Loyalty, laziness, safety, security?

Perhaps I’ve drank too much poison throughout my lifetime. Perhaps this is all a sickness that is surging through my veins and neurons. Perhaps I am living proof that a raven is like a writing desk.

The answers are always mine. I am responsible for them. The questions come and I let them queue up until I am wrought with so much anxiety and fear that I cannot deal with them anymore. It’s then I seek to run away into oblivion instead of sensing the wind and rain. It is there I find a deep hole to hide within instead of flying and feeling.

In these moments, like now, I can see clearly. I can smell what’s coming. I can feel the presence of that kernel of myself that still lies within. It grows as I am calm and not maligned.

Clearly, as I drill down, there are more questions. There is more to see and too much more to understand about what’s going on. Sometimes I feel that there is not enough time and tea to contemplate it all.

But, I remember, everything is impermanent.

Concerning Stones

I’m down 17-20 pounds. It depends on the clothes I'm wearing. Still officially on liquids until Saturday. The weight of the bills are occupying my mind though.

My wife says she’s sitting on monies earned from our tax return for FY 17. Frankly, I’m tired of being broke and of doctors.

Still, I have to move on. One step and then another.

I need to get my shit together to get some words for sale. Too many choices. Too many projects unfinished. Too many prior failures being used as stepping stones in order to build a path.

Sips and Spoonfuls

I am in the middle of Week 1. I have 5 scars on my abdomen where the laparoscopic instruments penetrated my insides and removed tissue. I am off of Metformin and Humalog. I have a drastically reduced sliding scale to use on my Toujeo.

There is some pain. It is to be expected. My stomach was essentially burned and cauterized into a new shape. Much of it removed. The pain is not intolerable. Swallowing too much liquid at once also causes some distress. There is no chugging of anything.

My diet for the next few days consists of liquid. Protein shakes, broth, herbal tea, and sugar-free Jell-o are the fare. These and water.

I am relearning about hunger and what to recognize about it. It feels differently now. I know I have to ‘eat,’ but it’s more of a chore than it used to be. I suppose it’s for the best.

Throughout the process, I am sure that there will be more lessons, both physical and emotional. At the moment, I am in a void, not sure where to proceed. The idea is to let my body and mind heal.

For now, I continue on this seemingly silent path. Living by sips and eating by spoonfuls.

Changes Coming

Friends.

As you may know, I’ve been fighting Diabetes since February of 2010. Steadily, I’ve been losing that battle due to a variety of reasons. Mainly, my own lack of will and unlimited funds. Coming soon, I will be taking a more permanent solution towards resolving the issue.

The surgery is going to remove about 75% of my stomach. This is going to effectively force the issue on meal portions and nutrition. There are some added effects that will reduce the work on my pancreas and liver in regards to my Diabetes.

This is Week 0.

I will have to take nutritional supplements for the rest of my life. I will also have to become a more mindful eater and drinker. I will not be able to eat and drink at the same time. My portion sizes will be down to a size that’s frankly unbelievable.

There are going to be many challenges. I have to learn about new limitations. I have to be mindful of what’s going on in my body. Hopefully this will also lead me to a more mindful life.

Not much else to say. The path before me is not an easy one, but it is the one that seems to check off many items. Here’s to it and to you who have been there with me.

Shadows and Footsteps

I cannot help but wonder about the effect my vanishing would cause. Am I really that crucial to the others around me? Is my ego that entwined?

At this point, my brother-in-law is suffering from cancer. My sister-in-law is in jail because one of her springs became unsprung. My live-in son lives in his room even though he is over 30. My other son is going on with his life with no need of me.

My wife. My wife is worried about too many other things including my diabetes. So much pressure is on her.

The family on my side really do not reach out to me, or me to them. They wouldn’t understand my emotions. I feel they would just rush in to saying the sweet nothings that mean so little these days. I am not their family, not really. I left that arena over 20 years ago.

Of local friends, I have none. The rest are scattered over the world and cannot assuage my condition. It is my own to bear. They have their own concerns and their own places on their own individual stages.

Lightning strikes and makes the fires burn. My mottled clay body remains. I’m really not that important. In the scheme of things, I am one in too many billions of people. I will live and die without a hiccup from the universe.

Thus is my impact.

Date Night

Moon to thee, I see

Trees to breeze, they seize

Colored skies, a guise

Downward smile, beguiles

Light and dark, do spark

Brains and brawn, carry on

Images of Me

We all carry different shades and have different powers as these variations come into fruition. The tattoos and scars we carry tell us the story of our lives. They call out the successes an failures. They call out the hopes and dreams. The call out the nightmares and horrors. They call out to us because they are us.

One tribe.

One love.

One people.

One blood.

Evolution is taking place in the hidden places. Knowledge is being passed down from parent to child. The population is rippling with energy and potential that is untapped. Tuning into that energy is going to be the key to breaking through the barriers that are set in place.

And here we are again.

There are times where I feel I could disappear and not more than a few people would even bat an eye.

Depression does this to a soul.