“You will have to meet Mr. Farley,” said Robert, his large brown eyes rolling dramatically up and around as though to imply Mr. Farley was Everywhere including in the cornice moulding and the plate rail that ran high up on the walls and around the dining room.. Pilot didn’t quite understand, but he nodded nevertheless.
What of and whether or not people think just could not be controlled by Pilot. Therefore, into the darkness, it plunged. No more or less aware than before but certain, certain under its feet was his own path.
He could still hear that loud ticking, resounding in his auditory canals.
Indeed, was there not plenty to smile about? On the eve of Christmas Eve, Pilot had frequently felt this kind of excitement and bubbling joy inside. This time however, was different. Pilot knew this year was his own ‘tipping point’ of his own transition, that long drawn-out affair of decades past when he had so often chaffed at his own progress, had transitioned to something more fun, in ’21.
J feel more and more in flow State, thought Pilot. He was vaguely aware of Orange then Red Lights, tandem in nature, tandem in his physical awareness of his elevator. Next of course is always Now in flow State as he adjusted his brand as he adjusted his belt. Focusing then its attention on himContinue reading “Flow State”
The earth bends spacetime as it hurtles through the milky way at thousands of miles an hour. That the earth does not crash into things, for the most part, yet is surrounded by things that seem relatively still, like the moon, asteroids, satellites and airplanes flying overhead is evidence of attraction, by gravity. All this is gravity.