…of shared tech issues. Once again BT broadband disconnecting whenever it feels like though only for up to 15 minutes and not hours as before. The Twitter whale kept me company for over two hours and is still being a bit bloated. And the day started with a red warning for me personally from Google that my gmail account had been accessed.
Password changed before breakfast and it has been more or less technically downhill ever since.
The conspiracy theorist cell in me fires up at times like this, wondering if other forces are testing their strength and control over the mob.
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I did do some painting - and am still trying to work out whether anything Kandinsky wrote in Concerning the Spiritual in Art has any real relevance to my mystical views. And where I should pitch the planned articles.
On which…(the mystical views) …I mentioned that knowledge takes us down different paths. Some get stuck in the band of materialism, churning out title after title, more or less repeating the same themes as the first bestseller. Others, and I deludedly include me in this category, are meant to question, seek knowledge, and then inform others (hence Wise Elīs Big Thoughts).
But.. and this is a big `butī…this is dangerous territory. Cellular makeup could just as easily wipe out the original `programmeī not helped by the intermittency of divine communion. I know I donīt tune in that often but gurus like Yogananda did, mystics like Julian of Norwich and more - and they all complained how God kept silent.
Back to pondering the cyclic nature in hearing the divine.
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Took photos of bathroom now emptied of stuff. Actually, although I have excellent reflexes, and can make spontaneous decisions, I also have a strange habit of preparing weeks in advance for all sorts of events.
Dinner parties or social gatherings can have me hanging out clothes and accessories days and even weeks in advance. Well the bathroom was emptied ages ago and I have been using a plastic basket for necessaries.
Itīs had that saddening effect that comes from packing possessions, ready to move house. I feel like something is ending. Odd. Itīs only the chaos behind the pleasure of a new bathroom.
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Art is informed by the life we lead, by our thoughts, experiences and desires. My blog posts are either streams of consciousness, wrestling with spiritual concepts or other experiences on this particular spiritual journey. For examples of how this translates into my art, please visit my gallery. Euphrosene Labon Mind Body Spirit Artist Author Writer

