in the wars as i continue on with the boxing, my shoulder now partly recovered but a sharp nerve under my shoulder begins to send incredible messages of pain through my upper body. being somewhat stoic when it comes to pain, i manage to breathe through it, transmuting the knife edge sensation into a dull throb, i jab, punch, hook and upper cut my way through the session. steady as she goes, i finish up feeling better than when i walked in. tomorrow i'm going to train harder. 

boxing is moved into a new realm for me, i've got the punches under control, i can use force and use my feet to shuffle into correct stances. i can breathe correctly, it's become easier and now i'm learning how to swing my hips. this is an area that may have been blocked and as i become conscious of the movement my punches improve, the power increases. 

yeah, i gotta go harder, faster, stronger now, stamina is the name of the game. pushing through pain, into new realms, there is only the body as the machine, synchronized and  harmonized, i punch therefore i am. no thoughts, just some weird instinct, the killer in me, is the killer in you. i'm letting it free now, it does not rule me, but it is there, a lean mean fighting machine. fists of fury, legs of steel, sway those hips and breathe deep baby.

i've embraced my own limits, broken the rules, i've gone further than i thought i could and it feels good.

 

not often i come across a real page turner written by a female writer but age of vice is fucking brilliant. amazing story, amazing writing. i love the style it's hard boiled chandler-like but set in the new indian century, where the crime families compete with one another on godfather like levels, where the characters are totally 4 dimensional. lots of food for thought as the 'age of vice' acknowledges the kali yuga and all the chaos it brings. so far, it's the book of the year. 

dawn at the beach, i'm always here in the golden pathway, soaking up the light, feeling the energy as it glimmers across the water to my feet. my states are deep, deep and directed inwards, my body warming up as i meet the sun.
before me a crystalline sheen of water, a stillness upon the surface deep, the ocean has a calm surface, gentle mirrored reflector, a malkuth reflecting kether. i sleep inwards my journey begins with each breath as my body begins to absorb the solar fields.

and much later i'm doing my morning training, jumping up on rocks, overloaded with energy and enthusiasm. 'slow down,' the trainer says, 'slow down.'

but i can't, i've overdosed on sunlight, my batteries are ripe, i'm an energizer, just keep going, until i slip. 

for a moment i almost defy gravity, floating through the air over the massive rock, i twist my shoulder inwards so that my face won't impact and in that slight twist, i hit the ground. 

i jump up but somethings is wrong, my shoulder is hurting bad, it's probably broken, there are bruises all down my backside and leg. black and blue. 

i finish the session blocking all pain, and then it sinks in. 

painkillers, my shoulder goes numb. i get through the days, my threshold is high. my enthusiasm has not diminished. there's always ways to block pain and my energy is divine.

 

 

 

it was very easy to predict the assassination attempt upon trump today, i called it about one year ago suggesting if they can't win by lawfare they will up the ante to a bullet and thus the bullet that skimmed his head as he led a rally in pennsylvania today is the shot that wins trump the election unanimously, because it missed. the probability is it was a warning shot, however my take upon trump is every obstacle just determines his moves. he's got nothing to lose.

the biden / obama administration on the other hand have everything to lose, they have as the left always does, overplayed their hand. trump is not the worlds answer to its current problems but he is the best option we have at the moment, a far better option than the status quo whom everyday prove their ineptitude and shadowy agendas. trump's first term was naive, he was generous to his adversaries because he had respect for the office, a traditionalist in the true american terminology. this time he knows not only who the enemy is, he knows where the bodies are buried and he will go for them. 

that's why i'd say the bullet was not a warning but a genuine attempt to remove him from the game. let's be honest, it's not the democrats alone that are part of the deep state, it's also half the republican party. most of trump's inner circle are in jail, the legal teams that attempt to defend him, his advisers and confidantes have all been subjected to a form of cancelling or incarceration, and trump himself has been charged for a crime that bden himself did as vice president, only the judge under biden said president biden was far to senile to send to jail, and was therefore never charged. biden was vice president when he removed the documents, trump was president. trump had clearance being chief but biden didn't. lawfare, is the early stage of warfare. you can see where this is going?

an unusual look at an artist, '50 visions' is really great, offering a good insight into the creative process of kate and the kind of person she is. i really enjoyed reading this, full of interesting information and moments, along with several interviews, tom doyle has a very healthy respect for his subject, obviously a fan and a music nut. it's not detailed, nor is it a chore to read, just very short chapters looking at kate's career, each album, how it was recorded and kate's passion to create something artistically valuable as opposed to pop music. i just read this and loved her even more.

 

 

got caught in an electronic snow storm, static blizzard filled my feed. sometimes i can navigate through these glitches, i guess because i don't over rely on technology, i can always default to an extra sensory perception. they said the communication system was down, my mobile made a good paperweight holding down the pages of an unfinished story. the black rectangle looked sleek but totally dysfunctional. none of the apps worked and there was no electricity supply to charge it. 
i lit a few candles, prepared myself and entered theta. i can do this instantly now, it only took a few seconds to reach you. remote viewing, i can see you sleeping in your bedroom, a massive thick quilt lay over the top of you. i project a whisper, but it's not working. i've begun to learn in theta you cannot get deeper, so without regulating i enter your dreamscape.
its a mountain freshness, but there's a fire burning. your feeding it logs and sipping upon a hot chocolate. i sit by your side, 'hi, i'm here because we need to talk.'
you look surprised but compose yourself very quickly, in a microsecond i do see the fragility and a fleeting hint of anger in your eyes, but it passes for a smile as you begin to understand the state of play.
'i''m listening,' you say attempting assertiveness but there's a fragility around your voice.
'come to me.' 
that's it, that's all i say as i fade away, as you fade away, the dream continues like a tree falling in an empty forest.
i return to my environment, the primal me activates his senses, i can see in the dark, i can hear birds and the distant rumble of something distant. my own fire is now just glowing embers. i reach for a log as i wait for your arrival.