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SunBlog 57.1

Weirdos in the mail:

Weirdo: Sjef i have to say, i concur with [whomever], because i get contracted from reading your comments to others sometimes… Most of the time i resonate with the Content of your comments, or just find it a valid opinion, but not it’s spirit, and it feels that you write angrily, or without compassionate presence… I hope we can stay friends on FB after me writing this, as i feel we share a path, in a wide sense. I’m going to approach [.], and ask [.] to rejoin to group… presuming [.] is the one that left, and didn’t get throne out

Me: bullshit drama, do your thing, I do mine. You also talk not about the content of which I’m passionate about, but about the circumstances, as if you contracting is ANY indication of what I say is right or wrong. Don’t bother me with your moral nonsense, come on. The notion, the idea alone [.] was thrown out is so incredible, what the fuck even…? Did everyone lose their minds?

Weirdo: OK ….

Me: Yeah, consider for a moment what you want from me, by writing

Weirdo: If i want anything at all, it is from me… not from you… And i’m done.
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Moon Blog 57.1

it is interesting to reflect back on pre Human Design, and since.

Before, my mind would want to try to understand something, and only if it did understand, it would try out something. If my mind was unconvinced, nothing would happen with any information or knowledge.

Now this has been a great protection also, because there is so much nonsense flying around in the world, and all sorts of people telling all sorts of things, and some quite pushy, which sometimes confused me even more. So I either went on wrong paths (copious amounts of LSD for instance was one of my more active choices to investigate) or closed myself off from people or things

I also realize now, that if I did understand something, I would try it out, but only once, or maybe twice. And fail. And fail over and over and over again, because I would only try it out, once, or maybe twice. As a baby learning to ride a bicycle, or cooking dinner.
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