A well-balanced blend at the axis of scales, self. I've isolated myself from the population to avoid encounters due to this fear of encountering their shadows, and for that, I am overwhelmed with thoughts on how to manage an act of blindness to their nature. Especially when it's in stark contrast to my moral convictions. For example, when I was in my late teens, I was in somewhat of a big brother role living with a family as opposed to living in the streets. I went with Mark, Mike, and their mother Norma to visit a family friend. My first impression hit like a ton of bricks as although he gave a generous impression of old Saint Nick, I saw through it. After that visit, I turned to appeal to Norma's senses and warned her that some things were off about this man. I sensed he had an interest in the boys. He happened to visit one evening, and our eyes met, and he immediately understood what I had understood about him. So then I became an obstacle to overcome. Sadly, it wasn't much of a feat since he used my abstract artwork against me and convinced Norma that I was a bad influence on the boys going as far as to say that I was a devil worshipper by the looks of my art. I was put out on the streets, and it was a few weeks later that I got news of his failed attempts on the boys and learned of his arrest in regards to his job working with mentally challenged boys. Unfortunately, having been born into poverty, I grew up in environments, whereas I saw more bad than good in which is to say from a horrified standpoint of not fitting in with a world of demons. Where angels are less thought of as if no more than myth. I tried to equate myself to criminal endeavors. However, this innate sense of justice; what is fair, prevented me from becoming that which I opposed. Had someone else been in my shoes, may have become those demons who have found prison as home if not having died a justified death. Where others lacked consideration, I was as I am compelled to consider, and when desperately wanting to belong, to fit in as to feel a part of something, I felt left out of what thankfully wasn't meant to be nothing more than an enhanced awareness, to see the nature of beast by degrees. Through observations as a reluctant witness and personal experiences as a more than reluctant victim, I've endured within maintaining heart as a soul's testimony. I am no longer a victim as I am opposed to a stagnant cycle that has kept others to woes without having the means to find the warrior within. But now I digress as I have a tendency to ramble on in the written expression. It's been 10 years or so since I've become a hermit in the midst of public, having made an island of self due to not caring to feel no more than what I've felt humanity has to offer, I fear has nothing to do with the sovereignty of one's authentic self. I suppose one disappointment after the next due to encountering those seen for what they are beyond their claims as to who they compare them selves to be nothing more than echoed reflections. Here now at the axis of my sentient being of contrasts, duality of awe.
Foolish and simpleminded, there's no perfect human beings and don't expect any. Pushed to the edge ,people who consider as perfect, don't be surprised if they turn out to be just people living the human experience. There's no damn angel here. 💯💘
A well-balanced blend at the axis of scales, self. I've isolated myself from the population to avoid encounters due to this fear of encountering their shadows, and for that, I am overwhelmed with thoughts on how to manage an act of blindness to their nature. Especially when it's in stark contrast to my moral convictions. For example, when I was in my late teens, I was in somewhat of a big brother role living with a family as opposed to living in the streets. I went with Mark, Mike, and their mother Norma to visit a family friend. My first impression hit like a ton of bricks as although he gave a generous impression of old Saint Nick, I saw through it. After that visit, I turned to appeal to Norma's senses and warned her that some things were off about this man. I sensed he had an interest in the boys. He happened to visit one evening, and our eyes met, and he immediately understood what I had understood about him. So then I became an obstacle to overcome. Sadly, it wasn't much of a feat since he used my abstract artwork against me and convinced Norma that I was a bad influence on the boys going as far as to say that I was a devil worshipper by the looks of my art. I was put out on the streets, and it was a few weeks later that I got news of his failed attempts on the boys and learned of his arrest in regards to his job working with mentally challenged boys. Unfortunately, having been born into poverty, I grew up in environments, whereas I saw more bad than good in which is to say from a horrified standpoint of not fitting in with a world of demons. Where angels are less thought of as if no more than myth. I tried to equate myself to criminal endeavors. However, this innate sense of justice; what is fair, prevented me from becoming that which I opposed. Had someone else been in my shoes, may have become those demons who have found prison as home if not having died a justified death. Where others lacked consideration, I was as I am compelled to consider, and when desperately wanting to belong, to fit in as to feel a part of something, I felt left out of what thankfully wasn't meant to be nothing more than an enhanced awareness, to see the nature of beast by degrees. Through observations as a reluctant witness and personal experiences as a more than reluctant victim, I've endured within maintaining heart as a soul's testimony. I am no longer a victim as I am opposed to a stagnant cycle that has kept others to woes without having the means to find the warrior within. But now I digress as I have a tendency to ramble on in the written expression. It's been 10 years or so since I've become a hermit in the midst of public, having made an island of self due to not caring to feel no more than what I've felt humanity has to offer, I fear has nothing to do with the sovereignty of one's authentic self. I suppose one disappointment after the next due to encountering those seen for what they are beyond their claims as to who they compare them selves to be nothing more than echoed reflections. Here now at the axis of my sentient being of contrasts, duality of awe.
Your intuition is not a shadow, is your soul, your guide. Saying no is just part of maturing and evolving.
True.
Foolish and simpleminded, there's no perfect human beings and don't expect any. Pushed to the edge ,people who consider as perfect, don't be surprised if they turn out to be just people living the human experience. There's no damn angel here. 💯💘
I can tell by looking that most these actors aren't INFJ!
Cute.