Mining My Gold Mind

  Living and life. Living and life. Living in these times when all we hear of is crime and corruption. We’re fighting for our lives. Fighting for the sanity of our beings. When Hate seems to lead to the light of a different kind of view. Leading so many people into their minds. Scrabbling around to find out what they need to do. Because the teachings are so sublime. Some, so misleading that the Tolerance for being rude. Seems like the ride that so many seem to choose. When they get outside of their comfort zones. By the fear of being alone or confused with what is going on. When all we know is that we’ve been Seeking to become unglued. From the ways of social interactions from what we’ve viewed. Too much media influence and interactions that are so complex and construed. To be the justification for Justice that we use. When living and life actually start to get confused.           When living and life stares at the world, and you think you know t...

Prelude: (Why Am I Going On This Journey?) Close your eyes for a moment, and picture a cup. I’m not going to ask you what kind of cup you conjured up in this fleeting moment, nor do I care if it was porcelain or glass, brimming with steaming coffee, wine from a carpenter, or stagnant water. Such specifics might divulge glimpses into the labyrinth of your imagination, a mirror reflecting your mind's vast corridors. But what about recall? I’m not just curious—I’m desperate to know if you can summon forth any visuals at all. Can you see your cup with such excruciating clarity that you feel as though you might grip its delicate handle and bring it to your lips, or is it merely an empty void swirling inside the caverns of your mind, much like mine? I can sift through facts and memory fragments, a slideshow of knowledge shuffling before me, but no images appear before me. My third eye isn’t blind, not in the mystical, ethereal sense; instead, it remains shut against the world’s vivid col...