gra-tu-i-tous |grəˈt(y)oōitəs|
{ORIGIN mid 17th cent.: from Latin gratuitus ‘given freely,spontaneous’}
1. uncalled for; lacking good reason; unwarranted : gratuitous violence.2. given or done free of charge : gratuitous advice.
vi-o-let |ˈvī(ə)lət|{ORIGIN Middle English : from Old French violette} adjective:
1. a bluish-purple color seen at the end of the spectrum opposite red.
2. a herbaceous plant of temperate regions, typically having purple, blue,or white five-petaled flowers, one of which forms a landing pad for pollinating insects. Genus Viola, family Violaceae.
3. ME.

Friday, April 8, 2011

owch! my third eye hurts...

believe it or not, but my third eye is in pain.
this is the third time that i have experienced this exact phenomena.
between my brows lies a dull aching feeling, and a redness which accompanies it.
i'm practically a guru, no?

om shanti motherfuckers.

but my sacreligiosity aside, i do like to entertain the ideas of reincarnation and the soul. i do not pretend to know...  really KNOW- inherently that there is either reincarnation or a soul which reincarnates. 
i have IDEAS though.

my thoughts about the concept of soul and reincarnation therein:

firstly, we are all born. can we agree about that point?

okay, having said that, i think that when we human mammals exit the womb, and breathe our first inhalation of air, an aspect of spirit merges within us- in our physical and metaphysical bodies.
some call it our soul.
and since energy cannot be either created or destroyed, according to the laws of earthly physics, if there is an aspect of energy which is possessing us, it must come from somewhere, no?
alrighty, my idea is that there is a teensy tiny original-to-and-for-us factor in our unique spiritus, and the remaining energy which inhabits our non-physical selves are recycled remnants from the great beyond. i think that the extraneous recycled bits are where our unexplained inclinations towards random people and places, fears and aversions originate from. past lives.
did we live them? maybe. maybe not.
i couldn't care less about that.
i do care about the kindred connections i experience, and the odd flashback-style experiences i feel toward strangers and loved ones. been there. done that. but when?

do we tap into the primordial soul-soup?

do we really die?

does any of this matter- especially if you are a wonderfully loving honest person, or a fucking violent chump?

to sum this nonsense up, i have been especially psychic lately, especially cranky lately, extremely depressed lately. do those factors have anything to do with my sorely wide-opened third eye?

i may never know.

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