I had a mentor who kept drilling into me, to make the unconscious mind our “best ally.” Initially I scoffed at the idea and thought that mentor had lost it, and with age, was out of this planet. 549 more words
TWO things that happened to me this past week have made me stop and think about the fickle finger of fate, the luck of the draw, and those other factors beyond our control that seem to play a part in life as we live it. 563 more words
Stale lives, creeping death.
Walking throu the labrynths of a purgatory.
Minds erased, minds in waste, the end of taste has come.
The dragging growls of evernearing fate, spills from room to room. 31 more words