“We will never be together again. You don’t need my help anymore, and I wouldn’t want you to help me either. Once I leave, I am gone. Don’t think about me, for I won’t think about you.” – Carlos Castaneda
Everything i wrote was because i was in the mud. I wrote it in the mud, as a guide to get out of the mud. When I stepped back I noticed you could tell who still wanted to waste time playing in the mud versus those that wanted to ascend.
Ascension is difficult, 98% of the world doesn’t even know the concept, the lucky 2% are aware, yet only half will attempt, and of those, only half will have the will to maintain the ascension…
When you take all that into consideration, you can almost understand the lack of will to rise. They need something to jolt them out of their comfort zone – out of the mud.
I cannot be that jolt. I have my own self-centered goals to fulfill. The time has come to move beyond the mud, and when we meet again, well, we probably shall never meet again…