i have a tumultous relationship with online writing. my mind wants to keep going into rabbit holes every damn paragraph. like yesterday’s post when i started writing about drumming i got into a long rant about the stiffness of modern music (during the editing process when i often add things to provide clarity). i have this strange obsession of wanting to explain everything to everyone to make sure you aren’t even more confused than me! should i break up this paragraph already?
what the hell. boom!
and then reading it back i thought \”what is this guy talking about\”. then my body started producing unpleasant hormones that made me want to crawl into a cave in the wilderness and hibernate. luckily i had the courage to just clean it up a bit, go with the original text i wrote and combat my inner warlock with a gentle \”save the rant for another day hotshot and just post… anything, just post.\” humanity will thank you later when you’re famous. like an obedient slave monkey, i complied.
it was also a good opportunity to practice what sam harris has been teaching me in his excellent waking up app about everything just being an appearance in consciousness. i just get annoyed sometimes when he tells me to imagine i have no head. what the hell is that supposed to mean?
got up at 6:43am today, and went to the lab to get cholestorol checked. couldn’t drink any fluids for the test so just got up, did my 10 minutes wakingup-app meditation and went out to walk in the morning winter darkness. i need to start walking every morning first thing my brain thought. good to get the ol’ synovial fluid flowing in the joints and then AFTER that do my meditation. before all that drink water when not going to lab tests… okay i’m gonna get down and dirty with this.
* full bloodwork results will be posted here & also rants about health and the scam of modern medicine/pharmacy and other fun stuff also coming your way that will help you i swear.
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don’t swear!
(scroll back up to the eagle again then continue going down on this post… oh yeah, that’s the spot)
here’s my dream morning (and i am very close to living it already just gotta make a few adjustments here and there):
wake up 4-5am (naturally) –> or with music when you can afford one of those devices that can do this (not phone) RABBIT HOLE ALERT! (thinking of a plump fair maiden in a medieval dress sitting beside my bed singing to me with a harp) FOCUS MARKUS!!!
open curtains
open windows
pee and brush teeth
give the mirror a little wink and a smile
(good morning handsome, it says)
drink water
go out for a short walk or light run (no headphones or anything)
(perhaps fuck with some mantras/affirmations during all this)
come back home…
(why not announce it to the song children that daddy’s back?)
*remember to practice nose breathing through all this
meditation, prayer, gratitude, devotion, mantra, visualizations, etc
put on a cd from record collection (all kinds/styles)
PRESS PLAY (very important!)
light stretching, asanas, etc + breathing exercises
make a smoothie or herbal drink (no caffeine)
sit and listen to the music playing consciously (let it feed your soul)
read (spiritual stuff) or listen/watch spiritual lecture/audiobook
write (blog, poetry, books, lyrics)
play some guitar/piano + sing (devotion to the gods) FREESTYLE
check emails and stuff
this shouldn’t take more than 3 hours.
8AM GET TO WORK!
this is the part i struggle with…
the days seem to get away from here.
it’s also not exactly clear to me what my work is and what it’s not.
i feel like everything i do is part of my work as an artist, man and drifter poet/mystic.
don’t worry though, now i have you and this blog to help me figure it all out. i feel good when i write the first draft, just let the thoughts flow. as soon as i start editing, something is lost. kinda like my demoes i record on my phone. they always have this spontaneous magic i can never quite recapture in the recording process.
but i will and then you too will know and become witness to the great prophetic genius locked away naked in the cowardice dungeons of my subconscious. he’s in there. shivering but full of fire. sam harris is gonna help me free the bastard! and i might not even need a head when the dust has settled.
there will be a reckoning!
thanks for reading and yes i am fully aware that i have to work on my paranthesis/paragraphin’ game. otherwise i got zero issues.
don’t worry! i got this.
now get back to work you lazy bum!