
25/04/2025
The instrument is getting plucked by the galaxy.Situation after situation stimulates the plucking of your brain instrument.You get angry or turned on or whatever.It's painful so you drink/smoke/eat/gamble/watch tv/work / etc etc to dull the instruments pain plucks. In my case I pretend I control the plucks by literally doing magic or controlling the flip of a random card.I fool myself I am in some sort of control.I shake my head at the oh great ones who are smart and pretty and may have a few bucks for the time being THINKING they are plucking their own instrument.I cry for the sick ones who are so busy drinking or whatever to quiet the noise.The revelation is when you can spit out a few notes you like BUT understand you are not in Control of your instrument. This is the scariest thing a human can learn. Your job is to pluck the notes the best you can and let go of trying to control the rest of the orchestra WHICH includes your own brain.The illusion is we are in some kind of control.You may control the peck on the cheek BUT we are living in a dirty dirty out of control o**y of uncontrolled possibility.Adam are you saying we are not in control of our own thoughts ? ...............................Yes that is what I'm saying.The modicum of control we do have is what we do after we are plucked.