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.
Scottish shortbread and lemon poppyseed pound cake.
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.
I am powerful and I am strong. I am positive and I am well; I expect just deserts. I am a lightning force for good. I transmogrify murk into sunshine, swamp into hillside and despair into gladness. I hunger not for sadness, nor sickness nor despair. I train away fears bedside. I dream. I hope, Continue reading “Pilot I’m Included”
Until recently this has been un-repaired; recently however, it has been rectified with an entirely new approach that promises complete healing of its centering mechanism, and its effects. Pilot, meanwhile, is just about ready to get his colored weaving going again: and it is extraordinary.