Good morning you wonderful creatures of planetary development and means. How this day may task you, You are worth more then the effort ever put into the task before you. Besides how else do we grow as humans. We tried killing each other, (still trying that one) we tried religions and that just lead to the first thing we tried. Then we tried countries and boarders, then people were not happy with what they are given and then move to other countries to infect it with a culture not born of such land. To covert the old with the new is to be a means to kill knowledge with adaptation, truly a massacre of mind and body. To bask in the world we are to be apart of, is the oddness that we have yet to become whole as a planetary existence.

Onto the more wonderful things of life, I do hope you have a life you are happy with, having things is not happiness, owning land and having proprieties of investments. All things I have seen once before and all I have seen be a burden to all and never and source of true personal happiness. True personal happiness comes from the sigh of the morning or tea passes your lips, a momentary set of brief seconds the peace known only to the simple and formulated with not a means to be a cure, but to be a moment, a moment that is yours. This is much as the time that we are finally found something worth existing for.

Though I have very uncultured and venomous thoughts time to time, we must accept these as the being of thought that we are, we must become aware of things even those that burn us in instant awareness, the scar left behind is the knowledge of the old ones. The ones who have lived many lives before us. The ones who have taken life and the ones who granted life, they know the pain of existence. Seen both the start and the end, they are the ones who take life into their bosoms and hold with care each second. For each second is a death and a birth, each second is a defined moment of both cure and disease. This is not a causations of the human condition. From cancer to black holes, from the birth of a child and the moment being told the cancer is gone. These fears, destructions of life and of many things we hold close. They are the things we should not fear for the sake of loss, but respect and become aware of the end of things is not the end of mind or consciousness, just a change of being and how acceptance of things brings pain and joy.

Oh how the day is wonderful as things are becoming complete. Chickens are let loose and the fire is gong like a burning essence of the hells heart, just a wonderful morning that is leading into a wonderful early afternoon. I have much to do still and should get off my buttocks and find the next thing to attend too. Such as dishes, floors and more then I care to mention. As they are the task to be done that helps hold a house together. Born ascended we are ones who can change the very world we live in. Change is not happiness, but happiness is the culture of change. Adaptations and fulfilling the desires of the broken, minds weakened by disease and bodies formed in ways that are not casual. They are things that will either be us or become a instant in life that changes things, puts things to sleep and keep some things awake inside us. Pity is not a gift but a burden to them, kinship and formality of humanity is one of the things sought by the ones beholden to the curses of being human.

We are all human, but that does not mean the correlations and the means of death and life are equal to all, some are part of the prosses of both and some have never seen the events that takes those words as their own. In scrutiny we think we possess the means above others, yet never show acceptance of the ones who hold them up. Devotions are not meant to become the outcomes of others declining in life, but to enrich the lives of the ones who still stand under you supporting your being. Shit not on them or the ones bellow them, Shit upon the ones above and prove you are the betterment, you are the observer of declinations, the creator of life and inseminator of death. All of us are. We just have to be a bit better then the last ones.

Much love

Your Friendly Ginger From The Woods.