Underneath The Luxury

Grinding The Grainy Snow

Completely disregarding the theories of our quantum memory existing in the now and the one would feel as though we are waiting for our train at the airport. While they are completely different functions in our variations, they still tag themselves with congruent features enough to complement or function with the other. If all our perceptual past, present, and future energies are all stored right here as we are typing waving, flying words on various pages, then our energies are accumulating more information to use as our resources of energy. It makes sense that nostalgia and unpleasant emotions boil up again. All of those energies are still very much attached and ingrained in all of us. If those energies are still scattered or we have run away from them to the point where they bang at our ego, then that's our universe's way of saying yo, deal with them, ok? I don't want you to get hurt. Of course, we ignore most of our universe's orders and never comply...until we start breaking down out of nowhere about ice-cream dropping on the floor. It was never the spilling of our childish treat that makes us feel like royalty in special cases. It was our scattered energies along with our refinement of waves that come along our environment. These circumstances withhold a lot of information, yet they reveal every outburst we ever had...we can have pride, gratification, integrity, and luxury but our universe goes: hey...you...you need to take care of your kid! Knowing that we really did not bear another being in this lifetime, we think about that kid...us. We are the kid...we are the little tike who is still in between our existences of those scattered energies and our energies we are reinforcing as of right now. Every time we move, the little tike either tugs on our sleeve due to deprivation of some sort or it will happily hold our hand as we promise to treasure the little us as though it were the last time we would be seeing them...Even if we slap them or abuse them enough times as though it could permanently resolve these scattered energies, they will only tempt us...get angrier or cry in miserable anguish at how much our programming has hurt its dear little heart. It is always...right under our sleeve. Plowing through our misty tundra as our nose churns frostbites throughout our journey, we are left with...that little tike. Nurturing that little tike will take out our restrictions our heart still has and it connects to our source...that greater connectivity of unconditional love where we all had before our dense energies decided to toy with us. While we do not physically have a kid, we perceptually do...they sit in the outskirts of our heart, measuring our every beat, every rhythm, every timeline that it has ever made or shared with our universe, waiting for us to come back home and embrace them with unconditional positive regard of a non-restrictive surrender. These energies always make waves, turning us and the little tikes into vibrations...transmuting them is only one aspect, one variation of our entire journey...it is a life long journey with that little tike...but those scattered energies will become swooshing swirls of childish wonder mixed with our embrace of unconditional love. 

Moving on without the little tike gives them the sense of perceptual abandonment that holds their heart in a restricted abyss, so remember to lift them up and pat them on their back. Remind them that they are the entire universe in the making right now...and that's never going to change. They will give us the warmest smile in all of humankind.