Anna Skywords

I have really strange days when all the revelations that pour into my brain are so many, so cluttered. Like a Zip file that never really opens up clearly exposing it's content. On those days I feel confused and blind. I try to put pieces of thought together that just don't fit. Ever since I'm a little girl I've found puzzles extremely frustrating. And some how, seaming with the flip of a switch my life has become one. For the last ten years I've been working on this puzzle. And yes, some days are days of clarity. All the revelations fit perfect, they make sense and provide me with inner peace and personal empowerment. Those are the days I say to myself.....is this it ? Is this why ? Is this what this all really ment ? And I'm thinking the decade of emotional trama and confusion is finally over. Because I get so much clear revelations in one day sometimes..it just feels so final..like...how could there be more? How could any one human being need to know more ? And then then the next day arrives and I realize..the sun rises with a new set of challanges and lessons. Most of the time I'm just wishing my life wasn't such a mystery to me.

Not sure I feel the full spectrum of what your trying g to say ? . March 28th 2016. I've been waching alot of Moojiji videos. Extremely helpfull! I'm learning how not to be a slave to the destortions in my mind. And just be consciousness. It's not always easy. Because life constantly wants to remind me that I live in accordance with time. And time is so crewl and rarely dispatches mercy. I've been thinking alot about growing so strong in my consciousness that maybe I can grow passed my human urges. Wouldn't that be wonderful.

. March 28th 2016. I've been waching alot of Moojiji videos. Extremely helpfull! I'm learning how not to be a slave to the destortions in my mind. And just be consciousness. It's not always easy. Because life constantly wants to remind me that I live in accordance with time. And time is so crewl and rarely dispatches mercy. I've been thinking alot about growing so strong in my consciousness that maybe I can grow passed my human urges. Wouldn't that be wonderful.

Well The Son...there's a saying that goes....you attract what you are. So if you agree. Then you will attract people that agree with that also. So I'm very confident you will find that in a future wife someday.

I stopped masturbating when I realized that haveing a orgasum as one...is just not how it's ment to be. In my perspective even having a casual encounter with someone else is better then cumming alone. I can't even remember the last time I masturbated. Sometimes I'm altogether not intrested in sex because it's used as a tool. And I'm not into using people for anything. I care. So that's what I got to say about that.

The thing I want to say here is. When I began reading I couldn't believe how it felt like I was reading my own feelings and thoughts. Regarding your first entry. Ever see the movie The Truman Show ? That's how it feels sometimes right ? Like everyone around you is waiting on a Q to say or do the next thing. It feels fake. Many days I feel like I only exist to give others meaning and pursose. When I enter these phases I don't pass out but have blocks of time when I can't figure out what I believe in. Kinda feels like at times, I don't believe in anything. I mean literally anything. The phone that rings. The paper work in the mail. How the juice feels as it flows down my throat into my belly first thing in the morning. Non of it means anything because I'm just some.......thing that reality is centered around.....but I'm not actually designed to benifit from reality. These moments last anywhere from a few minutes to a few days and then I snap out of it. Reading your entries has me realizing. I'm not alone.

Greetings to anyone who thought to themselves.........well.......anything. And to anyone who thought reading this might be a good idea All to often I'm told I think too much. Or I over analyze everything. For me doing excatly that has been a big part of the self actualizing process. Of course there are plenty of moments where I'm wasting time asking myself and the universe questions that just can't be answered. My best reprieve from all the empty replies and frustration is my imagination. I truly thank God everyday for my imagination. The place I can go when nothing is right. The atmosphere I can create when I have no place to belong to. To be the star of my own story when no one wants to hear my side of it. Keeping my imaginary pockets full since in reality everyone keeps there own pockets full thanks to my blood, sweat, and tears. Some days I say to myself .....I just won't cry, I just won't care, I just won't fuck, I just won't feel. But not even my imagination can save me from those realitys. I need to cry. I can't help but to care, I need to fuck. But every day is a new day. And if I can just imagine myself able to do certain things.....one day it will be a reality.. Cant wait for that day to come !

Greetings March 1st 2016. You've brought me much pain and sorrow. Because once again my life is going to change and struggle is about to become apart of my daily life once again. While I think I did get some real victories I am losing my mate. Funny how it seems everything comes with a price. Well I guess I should rejoice in the fact that it's not a price I'll have to pay any more. No more sleepless wrestles nights wondering why he is all the way on the other side of the bed. No more wondering why he didn't come home again. No more sitting through agonizing painfull stories that I always knew were bull shit. No more being afraid to look in his eyes. No more wondering who he is really with. No more picking his clothes of the chair. No more hearing him tell me how to dress before I open the front door. It's a part of inner growth I never did develope, being alone. One side of me is already pining at all the opertunities and freedom. The other side sees no opertunities, she sharply reminds me how easily I get overwhelmed. "You know how much self discipline you lack"!! She screams in my face. I keep trying to stay positive. The break up only being a few hours old. But when the day comes when he calls out of the blue and says." I need some of my stuff". Ohhh how that will feel like a knife in my heart. But I don't want him in here. So I'll have to put his things in bags and leave them outside. I'm taking this hour by hour for now. I'm in so much shock that even sounds have taken new life. A car door slam. The water running in the apartment above me. Tinny patter foot steps. The humming sound my computer makes. The hardest part about all of this is that.....even though I know this isn't true..I feel so much further from my destiny when I'm not coupled with someone. I feel like what could I possibly become as...just me ? I want to know what my purpose is in this life. Cause I'm almost 40 and it's beginning to feel like my only purpose is to suffer and survive instead of thrive. What is my purpose? Why am I here ? And when can I go home!!! I just want to go home!!!

Yeah I get a little free when I write. No harm done I hope

Greetings March 1st 2016. You've brought me much pain and sorrow. Because once again my life is going to change and struggle is about to become apart of my daily life once again. While I think I did get some real victories I am losing my mate. Funny how it seems everything comes with a price. Well I guess I should rejoice in the fact that it's not a price I'll have to pay any more. No more sleepless wrestles nights wondering why he is all the way on the other side of the bed. No more wondering why he didn't come home again. No more sitting through agonizing painfull stories that I always knew were bull shit. No more being afraid to look in his eyes. No more wondering who he is really with. No more picking his clothes of the chair. No more hearing him tell me how to dress before I open the front door. It's a part of inner growth I never did develope, being alone. One side of me is already pining at all the opertunities and freedom. The other side sees no opertunities, she sharply reminds me how easily I get overwhelmed. "You know how much self discipline you lack"!! She screams in my face. I keep trying to stay positive. The break up only being a few hours old. But when the day comes when he calls out of the blue and says." I need some of my stuff". Ohhh how that will feel like a knife in my heart. But I don't want him in here. So I'll have to put his things in bags and leave them outside. I'm taking this hour by hour for now. I'm in so much shock that even sounds have taken new life. A car door slam. The water running in the apartment above me. Tinny patter foot steps. The humming sound my computer makes. The hardest part about all of this is that.....even though I know this isn't true..I feel so much further from my destiny when I'm not coupled with someone. I feel like what could I possibly become as...just me ? I want to know what my purpose is in this life. Cause I'm almost 40 and it's beginning to feel like my only purpose is to suffer and survive instead of thrive. What is my purpose? Why am I here ? And when can I go home!!! I just want to go home!!!

Where do you want to move to. Just wondering

I'm more intrested in knowing what kind of fun you think conceputual living offered ? If it's more sex....then I'm grabbing your hand and running off into the conceptual sunset with you. !!!

When it comes to challenges like addiction.....Knowing it's an addiction and owning it. That is really half the battle done. Now begins the " hit the grind" hard work. Because now you need to find a series of coping mechanisms to launch your journey to recovery. I agree with the idea of finding a support group curtailed around ending addiction. Change all friends and family. Meaning : if you have friends or family that use , don't be around them anymore. Get a Sponcer. This is someone you can call anytime of day or night should you be having an emotional struggle of some kind and feel like picking up and relaspsing. Begin a journal. Write in it everyday no matter how little or large your entry is. And no matter what the content of your mind is write it anyway. My prayers are with you. You can do this. You just gotta need to get clean more then u want to use !!!

That's so amazingly intresting Open Doors is the name of my Real Estate LLC. Enjoy friend. It really sounds like you got a strong handle on what your trying to accomplish in your life !!

I certainly will read in every week to see how this journey developes. I'm thinking this might help me become more constant with some short term goal of my own that I'd like to acheive.

I wouldn't mind a secure mutual polymorphism situation...heck I'd love my own herium. OK I know that's spelled wrong. Any way....a girl can dream right

This thread is intresting to me because I'm not sure what it means to be " coached " . What is the diffrence between being a part of a community and getting and collecting all kinds of opinions and getting a coached ?

I seriously just learned about picking up the opposite sex. I learned through Leo's video a rant against the pick up community. Before that video I did no research because I didn't know it excisited. What I've learned is not only would I suck at picking up men. I'm not easy to warm up to to be picked up. Wether in a gym or any where. So you got to tell me. What happened , how did you respond to the girl picking you up at the gym ?0

Ok trying to figure out how to respond to the three of you. Sara....so he wached me finish ...ummmm not sure. Hopefully there's no one creepy waching me start or finish anything. Do I sweat during sex..of course but usually I have sex with someone I'm used to, close to, sweating in front of strange potentially hot men is not the same thing. And the only type of men that are sexy when they sweat is like the ones you see on the Gatorade commercials. ...all buff and shit. I'm not buff by any streach of the imagination.

I never thought I should consider the past as non excistant. So give my life meaning in the present. Thank you so much for your insight Water !

Mastermind a quick excercise might help. I hope you don't think it's crazy. Get a pen and some paper and write down some emotions. Start with the simple and most obvious ones like....happy, sad , angry, then move on to suprized, anixous , not pacient , confused, thinking. Then go to the mirror. Make your face in the mirror for each emotion. Be sure to remember how the muscles in your face move and what your face looks like for each emotion. Make sure you have the right facial expressions to go with each emotion. Ask for help from a friend to be sure you got this down then learn to remember how each emotion is expressed with your face. Once you really get this you can work on body languages next.

When I'm at the gym..for some reason I'm already in like " Permanently Embarrassed Mode". The idea of being approached at the gym just make me want to jump out of my skin. I wouldn't know how to present beads of sweat dripping down my face as sexy.

One of my biggest fears is that I will never figure out how to give meaning to the most painfull decade of my life. Still currently picking up the pieces. While there is a roaring woman inside of me clawing to get out a rise above all the earth, there's is a shy meek and tired old woman who would rather lay down a be dead any day of the week. I struggle to recreate my identity, I struggle to define what it means to be me. Im caught in the middle of a narcissistic Goddess with a iron fist..and a hopeless woman who has giving up on life, left for dead and knows a aching pain that hurts like brand new shoes.

Wait, why is a orgasum called " the little death " ?

It's probably because......even though we don't want to admit it....men rule the world...they do what they want how they want when they want....and God created them first not second..so that's just the way it is.