I've been leading a semi itinerant existence for for over the last decade after getting booted from the Army in 2013 due to a severe drinking problem. I got a handle on the drinking, but other areas of my life have been a struggle, but struggle I do and have seen some weird consequences for what I believe is a stubborn determination to see things through and just keep going.
I lived in a shared house through the winter with five other housemates. It's always a strange dynamic and mix of personalities, but this one has been a trip. From the moment I pulled up to this place, I've had a strange sense of deja vu. Sitting around talking with a particular housemate who I had the fortune to connect with on a cerebral level that I rarely encounter, he started telling me about a book that he read as a teenager. We'd both spent years with our noses in fantasy, sci fi and adventure novels as adolescents. As I listened to his synopsis, I said out loud "Piers Anthony, I think that's who wrote the book you're talking about." In an instant, I remembered reading the book and some others in the series. We both had, yet in the intervening years had entirely forgotten the books. Without that conversation, I honestly doubt that Piers Anthony would have ever crossed my mind again. It was a really weird "no shit" kind of moment, like something clicked for us both. It's been interesting. I came here a bit of a mess and have gone through some some trying, borderline terrifying experiences which I can't fully explain. It's not what I would consider a haunted house, but there's something about the experience of living here for a winter that has altered my perspective, clarified things without providing any concrete answers. I'm not looking for concrete answers anyway, just more clues so I can better triangulate what's next. Just keep going.
Have you considered that to change ones mind is now something you know you don't have to fear itself?
My thoughts are of Epicurean flexibility; and are that you don't always have to believe its purely a spiritual war by inadequate and inflexible philosophy, and you can still potentially consider that now, nor are you forced to choose to believe that it isn't.
I've been leading a semi itinerant existence for for over the last decade after getting booted from the Army in 2013 due to a severe drinking problem. I got a handle on the drinking, but other areas of my life have been a struggle, but struggle I do and have seen some weird consequences for what I believe is a stubborn determination to see things through and just keep going.
I lived in a shared house through the winter with five other housemates. It's always a strange dynamic and mix of personalities, but this one has been a trip. From the moment I pulled up to this place, I've had a strange sense of deja vu. Sitting around talking with a particular housemate who I had the fortune to connect with on a cerebral level that I rarely encounter, he started telling me about a book that he read as a teenager. We'd both spent years with our noses in fantasy, sci fi and adventure novels as adolescents. As I listened to his synopsis, I said out loud "Piers Anthony, I think that's who wrote the book you're talking about." In an instant, I remembered reading the book and some others in the series. We both had, yet in the intervening years had entirely forgotten the books. Without that conversation, I honestly doubt that Piers Anthony would have ever crossed my mind again. It was a really weird "no shit" kind of moment, like something clicked for us both. It's been interesting. I came here a bit of a mess and have gone through some some trying, borderline terrifying experiences which I can't fully explain. It's not what I would consider a haunted house, but there's something about the experience of living here for a winter that has altered my perspective, clarified things without providing any concrete answers. I'm not looking for concrete answers anyway, just more clues so I can better triangulate what's next. Just keep going.
Amazing. Heart rending. Thank-love you very much.
Have you considered that to change ones mind is now something you know you don't have to fear itself?
My thoughts are of Epicurean flexibility; and are that you don't always have to believe its purely a spiritual war by inadequate and inflexible philosophy, and you can still potentially consider that now, nor are you forced to choose to believe that it isn't.