Infinite love is all there is....

... all else is illusion.

What a lovely read.

I love it when something tickles my fancy and captures my imagination. David Icke is an interesting guy and he seems to have made an amazing leap from the Reptilian Agenda to Infinite Possibility.

Its a lovely place to be and his way of describing our current world is amazing, and laugh out loud funny too.

I'm not sure what else to say. I want to say something deep yet light and insightful that captures how I feel for me to come back later and relive this moment. Sort of a bookmark that will remind me of how wonderful it is to just be, just be.

Someone else's words seem to do it for me so well though.

I'm taking my freedom
Putting in my car
Where-ever I choose to go
It'll take me far

I'm living my life like its golden, living my life like its golden, living my life like its golden, living my life like its golden, golden

just growing

"You're not growing older... you're just growing"

I wonder sometimes how all this mind talk serves me. Is it it any use trying to figure out all the big questions. Is it my way of running away from living life?

When it all comes down to it, am I not better served in exerting my efforts towards actions that can actually help me ... make something of myself?

Why am I concerned with finding my true self, and at what point did I lose her?

I'm often fascinated by the effortless selfness of children. I miss it. That total knowing that you are who you are. I'm not sure when the doubts crept in, but they did. After years spent working on growing older and making something of myself, I have begun to wonder when did lose this self that I am now trying to build. Who is this self that I am so intent on becoming and how is it myself if I am not that already?

I have observed it in the children around me, as soon as one begins to focus on growing older, they begin to act like an adult and in the process stop being who they are.

I want to drop the act. Its getting so old, so fast. I want to be instead. To just be me. I'm not sure exactly what it looks like, but it feels like where I am headed. Or to be more precise, where I am underneath all my acts.

Not growing into something, no particular destination. Just growing.

Be-you-tiful

When you know how to look, everything and everyone is so beautiful. In their wonderful and unique special way, especially when they find themselves being, who they truely are.

Its hard to put a finger on, that you-nique you-ness, when you find it and are being it, there is a flow, things seem to fall into place and point the way forward and you don't have to struggle, it is as effortless as breathing and so light, so perfect, so pleasureable.

Be-you-tiful.