Morning Sunshine
Um, maybe I was PMSing. Sorry if I came off harsh because I didn’t mean to. Sometimes I get very frustrated and feel like people are all asleep, I just want to wake them up. So, if I offended you… don’t be offended. I just think that sometimes we buy into the media and the mind control while never considering the reasons we don’t see that drives us to do what we do.
Ok, so now I need your help. I am looking for people to write for my website. Here are the rules: there are none. I am looking for your words of advice or wisdom on anything: god, sex, drugs, art, using technology, writing, yoga, meditation… you get the point, anything that effects or affects our lives. Here is the catch. I could use your words sooner than later or at least get your started. We all have gifts, we all have knowledge and if we would all share it… maybe we could all teach each other.
Resources, ideas, concepts… but remember that this is for education. Email it to me at daintysabrina@gmail.com because I am looking to learn from you as well. I would like to get some stuff by the 20th of November.
I noticed today that this year is ending very soon. It has been amazing and insane at the same time. It was one of the best years in my life and next year is a time I am looking forward to. Every day I am glad I am alive and every day I realize I could die, which is a reason I work like I do because I know my time here will come and pass, but the work I do will live on. It’s amazing how many lives Corey touched and when I met him I remember thinking that we had many things in common (like our rants, people thought we were too serious, and stuff like that). He would wake up and go to work on his computer, he would fall asleep working. He pushed his life to the limit. He touched thousands through the internet, emails and phone calls. He touched people by telling the truth even when it offended them, by calling people out when they were messing up.
It takes being bold and forward to cut through the lies. Some people hated him for it as I am sure some people will be offended by me and have been, but if he hadn’t… he wouldn’t have changed anyone’s life. The letters pour in from those he touched… “he changed my life” and that is what matters to me. I don’t care about making you comfortable, I don’t care about making you feel good… I only care about making you think, making you dig and hoping in that process you see things you may ignore or run from.
Corey called me out… he told me when I was selfish, he told him when I was focusing on the wrong thing, when I wasn’t moving forward, when I was being an arse. Corey didn’t care about pissing me off, but he always did it out of love… it was never out of anything else. I did the same to him. He challenged me on things like believing in myself, being independent and not giving a shit what people thought and living for truth. I challenged him on God and what happens when you die.
In the end, he taught me much of what he learned and I taught him what I knew. Now he is with God and I am picking up where he left off. Granted, my rants are longer and I drink yerba mate and not mountain dew… I can never replace him, but as I told others who he taught… he taught us and he may be gone, but we should take what he taught us and it live on.
When you’re dead, people won’t remember how much money or power or wealth you had. They won’t mourn your cars or your suits or your positions or your loft or your statues. They will mourn the moments when you reached out and touched their souls. Now if that is all we mourn when people die, doesn’t that say something about how we live.
I will deal with the press dissecting my life and my thoughts in order that some of you may be touched because Corey taught me not to give a shit about what people think, but to follow my heart and be true and the only thing that mattered was human life.
He and I used to talk about people and we worked together. We loved people and maybe you knew it or not, but Corey really loved the people around him and when you weren’t there… he talked about you in love. He cared about your souls and he cared about people being free from the lies and the fear. He and I were like partners in crime and we would meddle and I will miss that. I miss having someone to help me meddle with the work. I have people around me now who do the same, maybe we look like models and photographers and lawyers and all these other things, but those are not real jobs… they are our cover ups.
So anyways, I tend to find them or they find me and then those who need us find us. I am trying to get everyone to digitalize themselves and join the team. Some still don’t get it and maybe most will never speak in words, speak with actions, speak with actions out of love… even if it hurts.
So tonight I am doing calculus homework, but not the usual. No drugs or cigarettes to keep me awake, just energy drinks and some meditating for breaks. In other words, I stop working when I die.
So before you get trashed and end up throwing up in the toilet and feeling bloated and sick from all the bad food you are about to eat… remember your body is a temple. Have fun, but remember that moderation is the key as Vance would say.
I can’t wait for the holidays when I’m out of school and can drink so much that I can’t remember my name.
Love!
Sabrina and I wish I was with all of you across the world tonight, but I am not… my soul is sending some hugs and love so if I pop in your head… I may just be doing that.
There is no time and there is no end.
Ok, so now I need your help. I am looking for people to write for my website. Here are the rules: there are none. I am looking for your words of advice or wisdom on anything: god, sex, drugs, art, using technology, writing, yoga, meditation… you get the point, anything that effects or affects our lives. Here is the catch. I could use your words sooner than later or at least get your started. We all have gifts, we all have knowledge and if we would all share it… maybe we could all teach each other.
Resources, ideas, concepts… but remember that this is for education. Email it to me at daintysabrina@gmail.com because I am looking to learn from you as well. I would like to get some stuff by the 20th of November.
I noticed today that this year is ending very soon. It has been amazing and insane at the same time. It was one of the best years in my life and next year is a time I am looking forward to. Every day I am glad I am alive and every day I realize I could die, which is a reason I work like I do because I know my time here will come and pass, but the work I do will live on. It’s amazing how many lives Corey touched and when I met him I remember thinking that we had many things in common (like our rants, people thought we were too serious, and stuff like that). He would wake up and go to work on his computer, he would fall asleep working. He pushed his life to the limit. He touched thousands through the internet, emails and phone calls. He touched people by telling the truth even when it offended them, by calling people out when they were messing up.
It takes being bold and forward to cut through the lies. Some people hated him for it as I am sure some people will be offended by me and have been, but if he hadn’t… he wouldn’t have changed anyone’s life. The letters pour in from those he touched… “he changed my life” and that is what matters to me. I don’t care about making you comfortable, I don’t care about making you feel good… I only care about making you think, making you dig and hoping in that process you see things you may ignore or run from.
Corey called me out… he told me when I was selfish, he told him when I was focusing on the wrong thing, when I wasn’t moving forward, when I was being an arse. Corey didn’t care about pissing me off, but he always did it out of love… it was never out of anything else. I did the same to him. He challenged me on things like believing in myself, being independent and not giving a shit what people thought and living for truth. I challenged him on God and what happens when you die.
In the end, he taught me much of what he learned and I taught him what I knew. Now he is with God and I am picking up where he left off. Granted, my rants are longer and I drink yerba mate and not mountain dew… I can never replace him, but as I told others who he taught… he taught us and he may be gone, but we should take what he taught us and it live on.
When you’re dead, people won’t remember how much money or power or wealth you had. They won’t mourn your cars or your suits or your positions or your loft or your statues. They will mourn the moments when you reached out and touched their souls. Now if that is all we mourn when people die, doesn’t that say something about how we live.
I will deal with the press dissecting my life and my thoughts in order that some of you may be touched because Corey taught me not to give a shit about what people think, but to follow my heart and be true and the only thing that mattered was human life.
He and I used to talk about people and we worked together. We loved people and maybe you knew it or not, but Corey really loved the people around him and when you weren’t there… he talked about you in love. He cared about your souls and he cared about people being free from the lies and the fear. He and I were like partners in crime and we would meddle and I will miss that. I miss having someone to help me meddle with the work. I have people around me now who do the same, maybe we look like models and photographers and lawyers and all these other things, but those are not real jobs… they are our cover ups.
So anyways, I tend to find them or they find me and then those who need us find us. I am trying to get everyone to digitalize themselves and join the team. Some still don’t get it and maybe most will never speak in words, speak with actions, speak with actions out of love… even if it hurts.
So tonight I am doing calculus homework, but not the usual. No drugs or cigarettes to keep me awake, just energy drinks and some meditating for breaks. In other words, I stop working when I die.
So before you get trashed and end up throwing up in the toilet and feeling bloated and sick from all the bad food you are about to eat… remember your body is a temple. Have fun, but remember that moderation is the key as Vance would say.
I can’t wait for the holidays when I’m out of school and can drink so much that I can’t remember my name.
Love!
Sabrina and I wish I was with all of you across the world tonight, but I am not… my soul is sending some hugs and love so if I pop in your head… I may just be doing that.
There is no time and there is no end.