You are not a name. You have never been a name and you will never be just a name.... We are light beings trapped in this 3D dimension of matter. I know you know this, I'm just pontificating. :-)

Everything we've been told about history, religion, science, and our societies is a complete and utter lie..

Now that we have a way to find out a few truths (via the internet) they've ramped up the distraction wars. People go from their phones to their TV's and back to their phones again until their eyes can no longer stay awake. They'll jump from Twitter, to Fakebook, to (name your choice here) to distract from their life to watch the lies fakebook people post. It's as if they can't stand to be with their own thoughts or their inner minds. Of course this is by design. Everything is flashing and vying for your attention, so you won't (can't) THINK!!

I know people who get anxious or nervous with the sound of silence or being alone. They will turn on their TV's or stereos as company to silence their screaming minds...

It begs the question, “Who are you, really?”

What’s behind the metaphorical masks we wear? What/who are we hiding behind that smiling selfie??? It’s sad because we may never really know who someone is (not to mention trying to understand who we really are) and that can hinder us from being able to help those who need it. ...

Wouldn't it be wonderful if we could just shine our true light, or true natures, warts and all?? We would know instantly if we vibrate with others instead of wasting years trying to find out who the other person is behind the mask..

Imma so glad that you are doing so well, E..

Stay well,
Lynda

The Last of the BOomers,
: No not the big bombs, the babies...you know the ones who
: changed the world?
: Yeah. Them. God Bless Them Each and Every One. Tiny Tim.
: Tiptoeing through the Tulips.
: I'm the last of the Boomers,and I wasn't included.
: Born at the break of dawn on the Friday of the Missles
: Too young to remember the shot that silenced the World.
: I remember one of the people they were dragging away at Kent
: State had the same name as my brother.
: Kent is where my brother and sister were born before we moved.
: So, I became aware of the world in 70 and graduated in 80.
: Brezhnev, Berlin, Luft Balloons, (Time out, is the urban
: legend true that the Luft Balloons song was based on a true
: event where a whole bunch of balloons from a party went up
: at once and caused an international incident along the
: Curtain?)
: Lost train of thought, miles to nowhere, think I'll take my
: time says Cat, to get there.
: Punk was US. The Spirit. Ska. Reggae. Anything that wasn't
: fucking screaming rock opera.
: We cut our hair and ripped our T-shirts.
: Boulder. FAC. Halloween mall crawl.
: Living in the trailers on the other side of the hill in Aspen.
: Abusing the body on the moguls at Highlands.
: Dish diving to eat every night.
: Rebelling just because you didn't know what was right but you
: were damn sure nobody fucking else did either.
: But it sure as fuck was fun.
: Cause we just didn't give a damn about the bomb anymore,
: MAD?
: No problem, I'll just meditate it away, whoops, what was the
: next fear?
: AIDS!!!! What!!! we couldn't screw just because anymore? I was
: good with a shot in the ass now and again, shit happened
: back then you now but most of us were pretty aware of who
: we were with and we understood.
: I wonder at times about that supposed time blink at the end of
: the 80's, I cannot discount it because there are definitely
: times during that decade that recollection is far from
: optimum.
: How long we have been played like a fiddle?
: Accepting the fact that everything you have been told is a lie
: is beyond reconcilable.
: Unless, and IFIF Exo-politics are revealed.
: End of story, for now, my brain is too stretched.
: Luckily I've learned insanity is not an option, merely the
: norm.
: Then decisions become much easier because of you are insane
: there is no wrong option!!! Who Hoo.
: Brain Fart done, signing out from my side.
: Mahalo