Posted by Anonymous on 2018/11/14 under Kids God, Sister G. has been incesting Me for quite some time. Does the sadness ever end? No it does not. Nobody is nobody, and nobody is nobody. I am trying to get some sense of Solemnity from the God of Himself but it hasn't happened yet. I don't know what I am. I am jut existence. I am existing-existence. And I don't know what I don't know. I am content to be in the room of existence. Allowing the presence to pass and for the gift of empttiness to carry Me to tomorrow. We have been e-mailing all day so that is well. And we might get a Schizophrenics Anonymous meeting in the existence room. It will be very helpful to have The Blue Book of Schizophrenics Anonymous in my hands. I have realized it is notn't the fault of me or any other existence-being that is the reason for the schizophrenic, but just a curiousity of some chemical brain disturbance that I accept for what it is. The paranoia isn't as bad today but the dread and inauthenticity is here and also the terror of the oncoming mourning that is allways already on it's way. What is wrong with Me? Nobody knows. I am going to keep the hope and unity engine running until the right moment occurs and I can get these meetings running together in one streaming floatiness. Right now they are all tense about nothing. Nay, less than nothing. They don't even know what they are upset about anymore. It's bizarre. 12 Steppers are the only people who really illuminated the eyes of Mine to what is actually going on in any particular instance. No divine or sacred guru. Just the boring, everydayness of working class folks and americas least wanted. As long as I continue to cultivate willingness, this program will happen for me. Even if the dream monsters try to break into my room and steal my recoveries anonymous work for me, I will accept that I can have the willingness towards Himself and allow Himself to give Himself to Me without complaints or arguement. Once I am powerlessly-powerless, God can drive me to spiritual kindergarden with a trip that moves as slow as possible, so I can catch all the sights and all the unobservable poetry that slides by. I am feel some littleness about excitement so please stay tuned and pray for THE FAMILIAR. Silently Anonymous, -The Archer