Life in the Astral
Lately, every moment of my waking day, I have split my soul and wandered. I walk around in a contented stupor, enjoying all that is beautiful in the world. People talk about stopping and smelling the roses, and I find myself doing just that. I noticed the beauty of downtown Indianapolis yesterday, as I smoked my pipe and stared longingy out the window. Everyone keeps asking if I'm ok, or if thers something wrong with me. Perhaps the idea of a less animated Jakk is unfathimable to them.
Last night I had the most beautiful meditation. Floating through the night sky, spending time with someone I love. I feel refreshed, and reborn, after the death of yesterdays life. This poor laborer has bathed and my hurt mind soothed with balm. Macbeth may sleep no more, but I have rediscovered its wonder.
A long time comming has been my changes in spirit. I am ready to emerge, again a shaman. I have neglected my spiritual course to a large degree, because I was waiting for the right catalyst. Hopefully, those who truly know me, will realize that these changes are good.
I realize this will make sense to few, but I didnt write it for all of you. Today I write for me. I write because my spirit is compelled to do so. I write because I love. I write for the joy of waking up to another sun filled and necter scented day.
Wa'echonchonka
Last night I had the most beautiful meditation. Floating through the night sky, spending time with someone I love. I feel refreshed, and reborn, after the death of yesterdays life. This poor laborer has bathed and my hurt mind soothed with balm. Macbeth may sleep no more, but I have rediscovered its wonder.
A long time comming has been my changes in spirit. I am ready to emerge, again a shaman. I have neglected my spiritual course to a large degree, because I was waiting for the right catalyst. Hopefully, those who truly know me, will realize that these changes are good.
I realize this will make sense to few, but I didnt write it for all of you. Today I write for me. I write because my spirit is compelled to do so. I write because I love. I write for the joy of waking up to another sun filled and necter scented day.
Wa'echonchonka