.:. simplyDream.org .:.

He went thusly so far down the rabbit hole he found the other side, ~ and now dwells in peace with a rather unique perspective.

it occurred to me nobody really has any idea about anyone unless they grew up with them, and I have no idea how I am percieved in general, but I assume..

Generally one of three things, and this article mini article what-have-you is designed to hopefully alleviate worry or confusion or bring additional clarity to more-so the true motivations and workings of my character surrounding breaking down the perception that:

  • I enjoy thinking like a quantum super computer,
  • I like to think all day
  • I am smart, (I'm not),
  • I am egotistical or conceited
  • I'm mean or I think you're below me.

None of this is true. :)

What is true about me: – I'm humble – I am capable of being smart, – I know a lot of random shit, some useful, some not, some of it links together. – I am so dead simple the guy rocking back and forth in the corner is thinking more than I am at most any given point, period- ever.

How? Meditation for 20 years. But, ...

I mean, here is the long and short of it okay? I am capable of processing and synthesizing and understanding * extremely * complex things most people simply cant. Do I enjoy it? Not really. Does it have a useful outcome when the skill is applied correctly with intention for the correct (short) duration of time, and only to solve a problem that is identified and relevantly useful to solve in the world or a personal context? ** Yes. ** and then I'm done, and go back to thinking nothing at all, which is my * default mode * .

The rest of this blog article is originally a response to my friend, Cheryl Readman who mentioned something about not being that advanced with computing, but was happy to report she had subscribed to my blog here. (or maybe it was the other one), I was * very * excited and honored to see that, and was fixing an other computer issue so have been away from the * social * internet all day. But I am proud of her for figuring out how to subscribe, and I am honored she decided to do so. Any time we can learn something new, and feel good about it- that is a win. No matter what anyone else thinks- If you're having fun and not hurting anyone, rock on Garth.

Okay, so here's the rest of this babble, and its rather long, so I have put it under one of those “Read More” thingies that you click on, and back in the day we called it “a livejournal cut” the rest of the writing was “below the cut” ha! but I still have a dream of making vivejournal.com into a successor better than livejournal, but after seeing what matt has been doing here, and spending a week with it, I was laying in my bed and figured it out.

Matt is designing a content rendering system, not a text inter-operability system. I knew that when I was talking with user_0x78 on #2600 and he kept hammering home this fediverse thing, I initially admit I shyed away because the name is stupid. Federated Universe. Forgive my latin proclivities, it shouldnt need be allowed. We need jump * directly * to creating what we want and using their black magic words to bring it forth, and if we want a fully self governing system that we write in free open source software code and share it with whomever wants to join the network, then that is what will happen.

I knew I was drawn to Matts project for a specific reason. As soon as I saw it, I thought “My GOD FUCK” this is brilliant ! and I wanted to either work with him, or have him work with me, on the-realized-network.earth . because the more I read about the guy, we are trying to do the same thing. build a fully autonomous meta modular suite of everyday life software and install it contextually on top of and into the regular internet wild, but also have other utilities inside of the suite, such as a product that makes sense of the rest of the internet, and seeks to chop down how much data and how complex it is- based on only what you tell it you wish to find, or wish to see.

A simple, extensible easy to browse internet that does the things you'd want it to, and none of the garbage. Perhaps the most treacherous and disasterous thing to sit back and wait for it to stop in the last 30 years has been something my dad told me when I was less than 5 years old- i dont recall where i saw the thing, but i had seen a computer and asked him what it was- he said “omar, that is a computer. as you grow up and become a man, they are going to change the world.”

Fediverse bothers me because it implies semi autonomous. Sorry not interested. I'm only interested in designing fully autonomous software from the user perspective of “data flow” the rest of it, as we know software isnt like water in terms of adaptability, at least in terms of the domain of time and editability through thought. so we will avoid trying to be 100% literal since that is not going to faithfully define and encapsulate in any deliverable form a truety- you cannot have autonmous software until you have software that you can re-design on the fly with your intentions to suit new purpose or adaptation.

the closest thing I can think of is software that respects your data-flow and work-flow and overall ** process autonomy ** and if you cannot do a task as it is configured, it will make inroads to connect you with resources inside the realize network to make it done, or make it so- as captain jean luc picard of star trek would famously say before shit got real, and he brought back order and decency to the USS Enterprise, and some bizarre far flung corner of space. Picard was Warren G's Grandfather, in this sense, but both men made sure that shit got done.

A good engineer is no different, and makes sure that people know it's being worked on, but don't know when it's going to be done, and also don't generally know the engineer is working on it, because the announcement style isn't bragadaccio ridiculous, it just announces the thing, and they forget as life goes on and eventually everyone is surprised on release day.

:–)

okay im tangenting my own piece, so i'll stop typing an inserted paragraph which has turned into 8 or so.

Well, as with (it is almost painfully sweet to say this), as with ......everything... the man is right. I cannot actually think of anything off hand that he's been wrong about. There is a bit of selective memory there, but to be honest, when it's not about me, and it originates from him, he's never wrong. It's probably half he never talks about things he doesn't understand, but really- when you ask him, and he's got enough time to answer you- he'll pretty much have an answer for most things, or let you know immediately if he doesn't know or isn't certain.

I wish more people were exactly this way, it really would go a long while in solving a bunch of communication problems.


okay so heres the rest of my long post i wont edit it for continuity to make sense with the above, but just know i wrote what is below about half an hour ago, then thought about it, and wrote the above, and pasted the old one below this colon:

you just inspired a blog entry that i will paste here, but i am also putting up on happy spirit or whatever- ill make a new facebook post about it. but here it is if you want it fresh off the presses. ===== the stuff just plain and simple is by its very nature confusing. its like a natural system, but a surrogate that lives inside a box, and has this thiing we call keyboard attached to it. so yeah it is going to be confusing, the computer mimics natural processes, but does so slightly differently- so the important thing is to have a concrete understanding of what is what when using the thing- as a tool, and then you have no worry at all. the thing i worry about are the kids who grew up connected to computers. they may not have the experiential brain chemistry and wiring from having lived without one until their brains got big. I mean, i started in kindergarten but very limited and on a old 1980s dinosaur. and just for word processing through high school as needed by school or a teacher. i got a cellphone in 11th grade but it was just for emergencies or if i was out late, and was not the focal point of my world, in fact i usuually didnt even know where it was. im not much different today, after the last 12 years in iphone land (i do like gadets but sometimes it takes me a while to see that one isnt really needed or useful) i have reverted after all that 12 years of iphone tinkering, and hacking – i used to make a custom over-all experience for my iPhone, i had changed all the settings, and icons, and the way everything worked, to be fully suuited to my taste, so i was pretty deeply into it. 12 years later i have lost my iphone willfully and literally have NO idea where it went. i just know i never wanted to see it again but to safely put it somewhere not throw it away, and i succeeded. it has been 10 weeks and i have looked really hard, no avail many times. 😃 so i stopped looking also. but yeah, tech is confusing, long and short of it. and the older i get the less i enjoy it, but the more i want to just interact with it functionally at its level, to get it to do things that make regular human life better or slightly enhanced in the speed or utility department, but i have otherwise no use for a computer besides writing, or playing a film, or listening to an album. those three things, a computer does very well, and the level of complexity required to do those things is pretty minimum once you figure it out and set it up. so, thats really about all i do, other than try to build complex things as quickly as possible and get the hell out of dodge, back to simpleton ville. because i dont know what the general outward impression of me is, but i am a very simple minded human being. LOL. no fucking joke man. i can think about complicated things, and understand them very very well, but that does not mean i enjoy it. i dont. i only enjoy the outcome, and only think about complicated things when i feel its going to solve a problem or further solving one im already working on and trying not to think about, letting my intuition take over the process of when i actually write any notes down or spend any time looking at it a new way, etc. otherwise my brain is on autopilot and i dont have worries i dont have desires, i dont have racing thoughts, i basically dont have a damn thing in there at all, and it is really really nice, and how i prefer it.

// -Omar ~ Be. Do. Actualize. omar@ideamissing.com


but i am not about to read it and find out, for it is the end of the day, and i have now to un-wind. . .

  • shared as is, as I found it, as I am closing other windows * :)

For me usually the first thought is, “whoa, I'm still here.” then, where is my cat?

Next we jump pretty quickly to wondering how long it will take out to get out of bed, (and this is probably a consequence of a decade of trying everything to fix traumatic un-invited injuries (car accident, assault, etc- the post here talks about it, among other things:

I have been recovering from a very long term series of catastrophic injuries which have taught me a lot. This is a note to self as I round the corner on finally remedying the root causes that-post

So a common theme for me in the mornings the last decade has basically been “oh shit, I woke up again wow!” and “okay so now how do I get out of bed without suffering? So you can probably not imagine unless you have had a similar tragedy, how much something like this affects every aspect of your life.

Down to how you feel about yourself, and how you interpret the actions of other people.

It's trendy to call this PTSD, but it's a lot more accurate to call it deeply unresolved emotions, and life experiences that did not go as planned, and were contextually becoming deeply meaningful to the person experiencing them. This is not an easy transition to abruptly not having the influence and confluence or ebb and flow of some really good energy that you were learning from or growing together along with as you both experienced things, or what ever the situation looked like- humans are not wired to enjoy the removal of something pleasurable at an undesired time, however we're also wired to figure out how to either get the thing or experience back, re-create our own, or do something entirely different that may or may not include any part of the thing we liked at first.

But PTSD, hey lets call it something else shall we? Lets just not call it anything.

So the thing that happens to a lot of people, is emotions or memories of experiences get stuck.

The likely-hood of this happening increases *quite a bit as you chip away the things that breed security in someones life- routine, sense of station, a place to sleep steadily, a constant supply of food or some indication it's around and find-able, and this kind of thing.

When these stable elements are less consistent or some are missing or so on, you get a higher likeliness of experiencing a scenario.

(I'll finish this after coffee. I woke up late, made tea and it sucks. I'm going to go roast some coffee. By the way, I roast coffee! Yeah. More about that later.

  • and the rest of this entry too )

okay so I came back to this and don't know what i was writing so i will abandon this entry. :D

// -Omar ~ Be. Do. Actualize. omar@ideamissing.com


:) ++ Contact Details ++

Today has been fun. I hope yours was nice too

This is a test of a pinned post. (note this post is currently (not) pinned however.

Matt said you can put a pinned post and use it as navigation element. That's what this is a test of, so let us find out.

/me pins post.

Whoa cool ! It works. ` /me unpins post.

/me makes proper “about this blog post, and edits this entr.... ::blink:: Oh Hey There. Yeah okay bye second person reflexive, That was a bit odd, but pleasant.`

So yeah, now there is an , about this blog. I put my contact details there if you really want to email me and discuss something.

But please for the love of Pete, be polite, or I'll create a filter rule to send all your email directly to the shredder without even reading it. ;–)

(yes seriously, I'm too busy to read childish shit.) Be nice please and thank you.

// -Omar ~ Be. Do. Actualize. omar@ideamissing.com


(and so is the zen master. read on for that . )

Due to residing in a mixed biome, – where the pacific meets a farming crescent/delta and simultaneously a coastal zone makes for a truly remarkable and unique energetic signature to the local area here, a fertile pocket of land, nestled against a valley, and partially against the base of literally the longest contiguous transverse mountain range on planet earth herself – the Sierra-Nevada range.

Here, beginning at around dawn, from the time the plasma starts getting pulled in by the synth-lect-co-and-brothers-and-sons, for its re-distribution to its “customers,” or slaves, depending on how you see it- a utility is a utility, in function alone anyhow, – The birds then begin to start up their own wireless network for the day.

The plasma thing though, besides the obvious, it just- since it's all around us, that we have been raised to think one thing of it, and it clearly isn't that – to the behest of that organization – well I am not going to ever have a formal answer, just a formal station. Although the more I think about it, the more I'm convinced they're trying to do good, too. But most just don't look at it the right way. Perspective, she's a real feisty tricky mistress, that one. Sometimes her mood changes by the second!

But the power thing, – it raises a few questions, even to the most elementary of observers- although having those be vocalized a modern rarity- language around such a proportionate deception is deliberately in absentia within our sociographic and largely even in any semblance whatsoever – the higher echelons of educational “mental re-tomography” centers, I mean colleges, MBA programs, PhD programs..

So much becomes hidden when you focus on the bright tip of the flame. But yet you are an object in motion, with facilities that stitch together reality if you have learned to command seemingly disparate “sections” of your relation to the world, and your understanding of the self in the same form-

A master is a different kind of creature. A commitment to riding a wave of un-ending change, but also- creating that wave. And – here's the weird part- ultimately, through allowing the wave to create itself – through the advanced final state (the natural state of a true master) a full state unification of all senses and facilities – and the outside experienced fully without affect as the inside, and the inside of the master experienced at the choice of the master either fully as the outside or in part or none at all – this agility – is a quality of the master that only comes from understanding every single rock and grain of sand, and its station, form, function, and properties – lots of focused practice, adaptation, iteration, and ** nothing else. **

A true master lives the lessons of mastery, but understands the peril and reductions in life potential that come with “specialty,” and “title.” You see, the irony is the master turns away no subject, but sometimes may disappear for a day or a week or so on end while becoming a master of a new vein of know-how, floating through the aetherial breeze to him.. And on that note, many doubt that electric potential is all around us, then what is lightning? But an evident visible phenomenon – indicating there is electricity about, perhaps it's just a giant spark, gap discharge, no? :-p

But about those birds.. each hour bears a different and occasionally mixed song- however they are very random as to when inter-species social hour occurs, but hearing gulls caw and crows rousting about with finches peppered by the shrill sounds of a few higher octave variety birds, it is quite the delightful and most unique melange for which my heart is joyous the times I attempt to intentionally decode their language.

Someday, perhaps they'll invite me for social hour- as an honorary guest of the “Aves” Class.

// -Omar ~ Be. Do. Actualize. omar@ideamissing.com


Welcome to my New Blog.

Here is a doozy of a first post, which goes all over the place.

Instead of Posting an “about me” entry, I'll just do that later, and instead jump right into what is on my mind this very second.

The general format of this blog though are personal reflections and perhaps some observations, but I have another blog to talk about the rest of the world. It's www.earthbound.news.

So, here's what is just a sliver from the moment this crossed my mind..

(If you check back on this later you may notice editing or updating of sections, this is because I typically just publish first drafts of everything.. I am ** too ** busy, by traditional standards, or trying to “take on too much,” but in response to that potential secondary critique, I have spent the past 20 years methodically training my mind to focus on nothing except if I put something into it, – .. barring of course a major stimulus response event, like something spontaneously combust next to me, I am so focused and disciplined I can choose to focus on one thing, or nothing, and when I focus on nothing, I am guided by [my intuition], [my instinct], [spirit], [god,], [my higher power], [buddha], [krishna,] [jehova,], [jesus], etc.. its the same thing.. Yes its the same thing. (I feel anyway, with respect to your customs and traditions.)

Think about it a moment. Moving right along since that's not what I'm writing about, but of course as religion and faith and possibility are popular topics, and I am no stranger to finding them a myriad of fascination and quagmire both – we eventually will attend to writing about some of those things, in some capacity. Please hold, Jesus is running late to your lunch date, would you like to extend your Uber? (More on all this later.) But don't trip, your parents exist, or did at some point. ;–)

So back to my “method,” - I am doing less waste action, because I trained my mind to focus on nothing, I usually just make a bullet point list of things i want to have done by the end of the day, sit down, think about nothing, at some point i pick up my coffee cup and drink it, at some point I smoke, and at some point I start working. I stop here and there. I take a nap if I feel like it. I may unplug my phone for a short period (but you can still leave a message), but there are varying degrees of focus occurring, peppered by meals and what-ever-else stuff, and eventually sleep or leisure time.

But work is leisure time, if you have the right mindset and aren't digging ditches. But even digging ditches can be that too in mental and thusly created and associated framework experientially, by the ditch digger. The power of belief is 4/5ths less an actual thing. That's why it's “powerful.” The power of belief. I know you've heard that. So, slowly we're going to pepper this blog with etymology lessons, and linguistics and mathematics lessons, as I see it fitting, oh and logic and rhetoric and a whole bunch of other stuff.

This will be fun.

But my method? I only focus on one thing at a time, but i dont even know what the task is, i just know my bullet point objectives, and may have a separate document for each project (i do,) with details and particulars i haven't committed to memory yet, or are so important weather or not they are memorable they track the ontology of the project and thus are requisite for the structure of the notes, but otherwise the entire day is fucking fly by the seat of your instinctual pants, nap and eat shit, and play with the cat. Not a bad shake. I only schedule meetings with other people, but nothing with myself. (because I assume I already know without having to try or look for a thing to do...........).

** So, here we are.. **

The actual thought:

I have been recovering from a very long term series of catastrophic injuries which have taught me a lot. This is a note to self as I round the corner on finally remedying the root causes of those injuries, 12 years after I started trying to heal.

(In 2005 I had a near fatal car accident, in which I was nearly decapitated, and then proceeded to crash the car into the cement divider at full speed.) a few months later, I experienced enough psychedelic drugs to make most people probably expect not to come back (but if you understand bio-kinetics-and-pharmacology you'd understand really it was just a very large dose.), village hearsay fables of fantasia be damned.

Then in 2008, while walking to work one morning, after having danced ALL night the previous evening (from about 10pm till about 4:18am), (because I was scheduled for work and standing there at 4:25 when this happened.) .. and “time resumed” ie “it became 430” . because from 4:18 to 4:25 i was in strange company.

-First I was asked what time it was. I held up my bare wrists and politely informed them I did not know. -Next, they asked “if they could see my wallet.” I removed my wallet, and prostrated its contents- and apologized. “This is all I got, I've been out of work, I just started this new job, I'm sorry.” and I held out the $2.00.
-You can imagine what happened next, since contextually this is being mentioned inside this blog about my life. -For the next (roughly 4:20 to 4:25), I was brutally punched and kicked, without notice it was going to occur, from a few seconds following the guy taking the two dollars, but .... ** from the opposite side of him (he was on my right front), and I was suddenly kicked in the kidney. The left one.

Then I was punched in the right side of my head by the guy who took the two dollars, (presuming he didnt move.) Then I got punched in the middle of my lower back. Then I got kicked by what felt and was a left foot somewhere else, too fast for it to have been that second guy, but then he moved and confirmed he existed, forming a tight triangle around me. Then there was the fourth guy, who walked over and punched me straight in the face after the other guy had gotten done kicking. ** when I say brutal i am not fucking embellishing, ** they formed a box around me, and took turns punching and kicking until I was nearly dead.

How did it stop? I nearly collapsed. In fact, I was blacking out. Had my head hit the ground as I went down, or had they managed to hit it or kick it, I would not be writing this blog post. I'm sure of that.

Instead of fully hitting the ground, I managed to get a low squat going, and then I pushed up with all my might, locking target on the guy directly in front of me, and when I got up to full height, I continued with one solid movement from the ground position I began in, and punched him so goddamn hard in his jaw that my fist did not lose any resistance until it ran into the air...

and I saw the bones in the corners of his face sticking out, and eesh it was gross, but his jaw was broken clean off, and could not close on its own. His eyes had popped out like a cartoon when I hit him, and popped back into his skull, from the force of impact.. I may be peaceful but I am powerful.

Also, I had a pocket knife in my pocket for cutting open boxes for work, am very grateful they did not find it , but I did not think for even a split second to use it on them. Nor would I have, had I remembered it was there.

I humbled away after they ran off into the subway after they saw their buddy, and walked home. My buddy was at my apartment from the night before, I'd tossed him my apartment keys and suggested he go take a nap (which he was doing when I got home), and he woke up and asked me “what .... hAApened?” I said “I got jumped.” he said, brother you're a warrior, did you go to the hospital yet? I said yeah, I just got back from there. I had walked there and then went home. Sorry, it's hard to tell a story like this even though you may gloss the periphery thousands of times, a small detail like “did I go home first or to the hospital?” may obscure until you see it in print.

Anyway, the hospital was fun. I wasn't there long, and I was very nice, and informative, and they were not helpful for shit. But that is par for their course, and another story entirely, likely never worth writing about.

— (I am working at learning markdown, these blogs will have better and better formatting as we go along..)

The note to self is this: “As you see the patterns and feel them come up that are closer and closer to the injury date itself, you will uncover further and further levels of “debris” cleared elector-magnetically and physically, spiritually and emotionally- (and finally aetherically too.) There is an ** inextricable ** connection between a trauma, and its affect on a persons delta in-congruence in their behavioral patterning, is what I'm learning, more-so than commonly understood, or even therapeutically discussed, if I am correct about this hunch.

When you finally re-experience the injury to clear it, and really feel that pain the same or don't but the result is you're okay with it, I'm thinking it should be done. I say thinking because I haven't fixed it yet and am uncertain if this kind of thing has its own category, or even if such a thing is needed. Odds are it isn't, and a thing is a thing and doesn't even need a name. After all, does your dog actually write out its name, or speak it or does your neighbor know your dogs name without you telling it to him?

Names are subjective – is my point here.

They don't mean anything. They represent things, as symbols in speech, or in your mind and thinking.

So the injury should just pass, and my registry of the earlier stages both physically and mentally and emotionally, and (lately experientially) as well, a very strange odor I recall from a decade ago, various feelings, and other patterns, (the odor is long gone), but that kind of thing stands out, and I see the pattern and timing regressing and matching perfectly with key events memorable to the past 10 years, and the period now I am experiencing weirdness from the memory dept-

That stuff is from 2010. The injuries were in 2008. So we are pretty damn close. Coincidentally, (not coincidentally at all, I feel ten years younger than I did 6 months ago.)

This whole process is weird. I cannot stress that enough. But .. You live. You adjust. You choose to be happy, and you do it again. And each night you resolve to lay down and wake up again and do cool meaningful stuff the following day. And if all goes well you wake up. :–)

Okay, I'll talk more with you folk later.

Just know, this process has been one of the most difficult I've navigated in my entire life, due to the complexity of it affecting many things, and that is saying a lot- I have been through a lot of things else-wise.

But the note to self: As you approach the finish line, be gentle, be patient, be observant, but don't look- just go about happily your normal business, just be aware there will be an increase in temporary intense stuff, but it's almost over with, and it's nothing you can't handle- and it won't last- it's clearing out and temporary, so when it happens don't ... “respond.”

No thinking needed. To be non-reactionary and observant without effort is in most cases the pinnacle of power, because of its agility in station.

What is station? A definite physical position, or relative situationally dependent one planned to be received as imagined, but in the near or immediate future. Station is also the command of ones resources and will power, of ones discipline and focus, ..........yes dummy, the ability to create magic. And bring things into reality, or excise them from your reality, without destroying them (in 98% of all cases anyway.)

You really can have what you want. You've just been taught the wrong methods, and have been thinking about it wrong. That's 2/5 wrong. Odds are the way you went about it was wrong because of those two, then you're 3 for 5, and the only things left are your spiritual resolve (willpower) and your aetheric formulae of the event contributing to your template out there in space (the air out there) (and down here) (and down there- under water). So you will lose.

You gotta do the 4/5 right and then your in the gold. But anyway, that all brings up a very complex thing that isnt complex but has been made so – which is called in neu hippie circles which are now the “boomers” – “manifesting.” Do you see how stupid names are, and how easy it is to mislead with them? Start learning to see things for what they are, and how they act, and try to remember those two details over time, you get a third characteristic – a pattern, if the behavior changes or deals in quantity or outcome- this is helpful.

Slowly but surely, I'm going to teach you the weird stuff and strategy I use to think. I don't expect anything of you, but if you happen to learn a thing or two, the extra effort will be worth it.

Plus, as it is currently planned anyway, you will be able to search for books by hash tagged category later, when they are around, and they will be basically similar to the cliff notes series – except I cannot call it that so I don't get litigated, but you will be able to buy them or browse them on (https://www.howto-thing.com) “Howto-Thing” or “How To Do That Thing” -

So you can support the author, (they wont be expensive), and you can learn stuff and keep the information in your own e-book library, or your phone, SD card, Kindle, iPad, email, zip disk, printed out on a hard copy (also available for sale), or printed out on an ink-jet put in a shoe-box put in a safe with your disaster supplies, whatever your preference -

soon you will be able to buy my know-how on a great many topics by subject, and own it forever! and benefit from it, forever! and share it with your friends (but please send them to the site don't send them all the files man), just tell them about it and how it's helped you if it did.

That to me is the greatest compliment, and the best marketing. I don't need to be validated with words or a compliment or a gift, your gift to me is your personal growth, and sending me the cash for the book so I can continue to write and help people without having to do the 25 different jobs I currently do and manage all at once....

Whomever said free-lancing was easy was a time traveler from a place without a scarcity based economic cog-and-fly-wheel-type-system...

But about 60% of this blog was unplanned and meant for later, so that is my cue to actually eat my dinner. It's what happens when I'm hungry – ideas start flowing in too fast to do anything and eventually they stop, and I fall asleep. So, because I am not done yet, I eat, and then do more cool shit.

Then I sleep.

But back to your message of the day-

** It's okay. **

** All is well. **

So all that and some other sauce , sides and main courses were the learning and lessons for today, but this is perhaps the most pertinent and salient- the most important...

The one about going slow, being patient with the self. This is one way to support yourself, to go slowly- and don't force yourself or your body to do things it shows resistance to, either physical, emotional, or yeah. If there is resistance, there is a reason. If the # of variables present are limited, deduction is a relative surety. However, that was not advice, nor a course in logic, just a partial match on the outcome based on operators and such.

Oh, but station is discipline and responsbility, and the “location” or “station” it gets you in life. (The results of your efforts.)

So, that was my lesson for today, and maybe it applies to you too, but if not then hey, look at that- I was vulnerable, and you were interested enough to read it. Perhaps someday, we will find a shared commonality, a mutual respect, and a proximal geographic location, and can be friends.

:–) ~perhaps not too though,

due to the variability of of the universe, * and all that. *

take care, ~Omar

Oh, and Hi. This will be here a while this is my new diary. There is also a daily “public facing” site, (https://www.earthbound.news) Earthbound News – and well – the (https://www.agglomerator.blog) Agglomerator is more for some other things coming up, but I wanted to introduce it to you and then leave it until it does what it's meant to.. So you know it's there, and have time to book mark it, subscribe via email, or subscribe via RSS, because things will be announced there later.... (and maybe here, but definitely there.)

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// -Omar ~ Be. Do. Actualize. omar@ideamissing.com


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