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Three Parts To The Mind
Me, Myself & I
Talking To Yourself & Liking It
Me, Myself & I
Me: Written Snapshots From Hell
Myself: The Selfie in Wordage
I: Is Wordage a word?
Myself: Yes. It hails from old England, of Germanic origin.
Me: I’ll start
Myself: No, I’ll start
I: OK I’ll just watch; I’m the observer. I’m better than both of you!
Me: Shut your tunnel.
Myself: Try to act like grown-ups.
I: Be spiritual
Me: No, that has never worked; to be that. It’s a Separatist viewpoint.
I: Yea! Let’s be spiritual after we croak, what say you ladies?
I: Change subject ladies. Who wants to go first?
Myself: Don’t ask, just start already
Be Wise, Be Kind, Be Spiritual
Me: It was AWFUL! DREADFUL! RIDICULOUS! UNBELIEVABLE! MORTIFYING!
Myself: Drama Queen you
I: She’s right. It even gave me the shivers, the heebie jeebies.
Me: Adulation walked right out the door in a huff.
Myself: That’s cool!
I: How can you say that?
Myself: Easy! Read my lips! It was cool!
Me: I turned straightway into a blank page, it was grueling, crass, rough, and tortuous, horrendous, embarrassing, not kosher, shocking, just to mention a few adjectives.
I: My lofty observations declare it was also quite not polite.
Me: That’s an understatement fer sure.
Myself: The cool part was adulation was obedient and didn’t experience the huffing part.
I: Right. Adulation made him nervous; she had to go.
Me: Who was she anyway?
Myself & I in unison: Our younger, beauteous, naïve self. She had met him but once in fantasy as her wedding day approached. She knew she didn’t belong there. She did the right thing by leaving, by obeying the older and wiser self.
Me: So we were doing a self-retrieval, using him?
Myself: Yea. You could say that.
Me: I just did!
I: Both of you, shut yer fly traps. Be wise, be kind, be spiritual.
The Observer Rules
Myself: Easy for you to say!
I: That’s because I’m the Observer. I watch you two and synthesize your thoughts into observations. This of course means we don’t have to repeat our mistakes.
Me: I remember the dream
Myself: Three parts to the mind: written in the sand
I: The Seeker, the Finder, and the Observer are One, seemingly separated by increments of time in expression.
Me: YEA! And the sand part means what we write in sand will be washed away by the tides of time because that’s natural and it’s necessary, like washing the slate clean and beginning anew.
Myself: YEA! It means the message given would sink into the unconscious, so the seeking and finding could occur, so that the Observer could do it’s part! In it’s own time of course.
I: Exactly! It’s like a veil was placed over our eyes and we forgot all that we had known of the spirit world, so that we could be a human within those limitations and roles we play.
Me: Is that why we have TV here? Because all life is a stage?
I: I don’t know. I suppose TV is something to focus on rather than our own tiresome drama.
Myself: Our drama is far more interesting than TV I must say!
I: As well that may be! However it’s the overview that’s interesting, rather than the experience itself. Bon Jour my pretties. Just call if you need me. I am here and we are One.
Me: Bon Jour! It’s been so real!
Note: The 3 distinct factors of the mind go off snorting, laughing, guffawing down the road, seeking nothing but the sunny side of the street and finding that whatever you focus on is what you find and the Observer is ok with what they sought, and with what they found in accepting who and what they are. We are here only to serve. We are all One!