Personal Truths And Facts

Personal Truths And Facts, which I realize I should probably mention.  As it turns out these are yet unconventional in my part of the globe.  I didn’t think of it that way, as I do have family, friends, relatives, or family acquaintances who are like me.

 

I turned 40 this year.  I don’t talk about it like a big thing.  Because in certain holistic practices… I’d only be 4 years old.  And based on cosmic origin and God conception… I’m a new soul.  As a psychic, I encounter children who are actually eons older than I am based on “soul age”.  If I try to remember… I have probably only encountered a handful of people who are “new souls” of equal soul age or younger.  In fact, when a person actually comprehends such things… I tell them “I only have NOW”.  If we were ever to be so technical and precise… people are experiencing birth and rebirth ever so often.  You wake from a nap or a good night’s sleep.  And the truth is that you didn’t just come from slumbering.  You literally crossed over and returned for the nth time… birthing yourself for the nth time within just this present lifetime.  A birth certificate is just a paper that keeps a collective reality in place.  And if we ever add True Time to the equation.  Time is nothing like what the clock says.

 

Regardless…

 

I am 40.

 

And I’m happy about it.

 

And I think another reason I haven’t fussed over it is because other men and women don’t share the same sentiment with me.  And I don’t want to sound “KJ” for being fine with being 40.

 

Yes.

 

I AM 40.

 

While the reason I have chosen to stay “not married” has nothing to do with children… the fact is that I have no intentions of having children naturally.

 

When an ideal suitable partner turns up, I will think over marriage.  I’ll get there when I get there.

 

Though it is a definite fact that cannot be argued or reasoned with that:  I have no intentions of having children.  I won’t allow it.  I won’t let it happen.

 

I wonder how many men are willing to have a vasectomy these days.  I wonder how many men are willing not to have children for that matter.

 

CFPR and sustainability and ashtanga have nothing to do with this personal decision.

 

I’ve made this decision even before I realized what is ideal to CFPR and ashtanga.

 

I’ll probably consider fostering… though I’m not very keen on adopting.  Though I have no intentions either of being a single parent.  If that ever happens, I’m surely sending the child/children to their father.

 

I also seem to have a preference for younger men.  Or my age.  I can work with older men or be friends with them... but probably due to our many differences, we don't fit romantically.  Having said that... not all younger men actually mesh well with me either.

I think I'm Just Me... and I can't be anything else.  So I figured a guy has to be like me to a certain degree... for us to actually fit and stay together.

I’m not domesticated.  I was always around my parents, though I just wasn’t raised to be domesticated.

 

I love children.  But I’m done with babysitting.  I’ve babysitted a lot of children already.  I’m done with that life experience.

 

I’ve learned not to care too much.  Just care enough.  Just care as much as you should be caring at all.

 

And YES.  It is true.  I’m a very meticulous person when it comes to “getting to know someone”.  I have to know everything I consider relevant, before I jump into a first date.

 

Ten years ago, I might have been a different person.  Those who know me would probably say “What Happened”.

 

I’m no longer that person from 10 years ago.

 

And I’m actually happy about the person I AM NOW.

 

I have no judgements about the person I was in the past.  I’m happy for her.  I’m happy for having experienced being that person.

 

And I’m happy I am now the person I am.  I am certain that even my past self is happy and loves this version of me.

 

I AM WHO I AM.  At All Times.  And Always Am.

 

 

 

 

 

Light Family Memories

 Some memories with my "babysitter's club".  During this time, I was already having "an on and off relationship with being plantbase".  Photos are circa 2008 to 2010.

I was aware of fruitarianism.  I was aware of the word "pranic" though I didn't have a full idea what it is.  I was aware my eldest sister had this thing about food already... she never mentioned she is "nonfooding" and she would still eat meat, especially sushi and sashimi (she was living mostly in Japan during those times).  Though she never said a word about "what exactly she's doing".

I did notice as early as the 2000's when she first visited from the US that she was drinking Yogi Tea.  And I thought she was just on a diet.  Because I never actually saw her yoga-ing.  She exercises... runs... and had a punching bag we use to play with.  I just knew she was pretty strong and had a lot of power to run distances.  Though she never said anything.  And I never actually saw her doing "something" that would make me ask her about all of it.

Based on what I did observe from her during those times... she wasn't trying to be vegan or plantbase.  Though she ate minimally.

I haven't seen her in a long time.  So I wouldn't know how that turned out for her.  I don't think she was trying to be "something" and it was more of a "self experience and journey" for her.

Though it was interesting to know and observe.  If she probably told me then... I would have probably consciously deliberately practiced #light #pranic #rawfoodism #fruitarianism much much earlier.

Scientists who have been studying the "phenomenon" created categories for "technical definition".  There is what they call as "the unconscious unaware level" and "the conscious aware level".

As the terms imply...

The unconscious unaware level is when we experience detachment from physical food without consciously deliberately attempting to do so.  

The conscious aware level is when we consciously deliberately practice "pranarianism".  I'm using  the word loosely here as a technical operative term.

#lightpower #plantstrong

New Do

 A neighbor finally had the courage to ask me about my haircut.

I commend the sensible reasoning.  At least my neighbor figured it might be the weather that compelled me to get a cut.

I'm tempted to use that quick explanation next time someone asks me.  Except I decided either I say the truth or not say anything.

And I don't wanna put the blame on the innocent weather.