Shit from Shinola

From another’s writing, I expand upon their perspective. Scroll for the link to the other person’s writing, my response & links, which includes, “Chasers” by Eric Ho - Power of Purpose. (Audio Visual)

Shit from Shinola

From another’s writing, I want to expand upon their perspective. (Audio-Visual, video links, and more included below). If you read my writings, you probably know that I do not see like most. I see you, the you that was infinitely imagined, not the face in the mirror, nor all that you think you need, nor everything that you do to be valid and worthy. You cannot be more worthy than in the moment of your imaging, your creation.

First, I give you my response, and then the other person’s writing. I hope you read or listen to both. And, I hope you pause for a moment to reflect upon your livingness, for only when you step outside you, can you see the miracle you are, and everything less you now cherish and hold dear. I know that in that moment of honest reflection, you will be shaken, but you are infinitely courageous and strong, if you only so choose to be.

Oh, here is what Shinola means:

"Shinola" refers to an old, popular brand of shoe polish. It is most famous for the old American phrase "you don't know shit from Shinola," which means a person is totally clueless, foolish, or unable to tell the difference between two very different things. The Brand: Shinola was a real brand of black shoe polish sold in the early-to-mid 20th century.

• The Joke: Feces (shit) and black shoe polish look somewhat similar in a tin or on the ground, but they have completely different uses.

• The Idiom: Saying someone “doesn’t know shit from Shinola” means they lack basic common sense or can’t tell valuable things apart from trash.

And, now, my response:

First, very well written, Mariah.

Now, to respond to what is real. All things are real, but are they substantive, or merely tasty candy? The problem-solution existence you refer to, not only exists physically, but spiritually as well. Now, I know I’m running off in a direction few consider, or even want to discuss, but our fundamental problem, is not more answers, which bring about more questions, but simply Being without Being. In this, our current mentality of livingness, the data we’ve been fed, almost from birth, is to get more, do more, be more. So, we spend our lives chasing, arriving, realizing we are not satiated - so we run off chasing more, ad nauseum. The lies we tell ourselves in our chasing deceptions, is, almost glorious, except for the fact that the math is reversed. The more we add to ourselves, the less we are. In our essence, our creation, we, as the most spectacular cognizant energy were perfect and valid, just as we were. The story of Adam, Eve and the fruit of the tree was a parable. None the less, it was true. In our pure essence, we need nothing more. Nothing. We are valid, whole and infinite.

There is nothing inherently wrong when we play games, yet, in our emersion, we forget everything we were, instead, supplanting our precious wholeness with all the bullshit we are told we need, and now fight for and defend in our addictions.

If we get down to the bottom line of the bullshit, it is us, now, who tell ourselves that we need this or that, and our justifying everything we do, when all we need do, is just Be. Yes, the solution is simple, just not easy, as we are quite lost in our game, and our justifying the need to play this game we play.

For those playing the game of chase, catch, and chase; play away. As for me, I’ll just watch what is now insane to me, and keep shining my light - “that less is more.” I hope, that some, when they tire of their never-ending game of verification, will look up and discover their worthiness, and remember how perfect they were, and that they still are, if they only choose to be.

At this point, I am in the bullshit, but not of the bullshit. I leave that, the “being of” part, for those who cannot yet discern between shit and Shinola.

Lastly, I see those chasing, as the most beautiful imaging, the most beautiful of creations, but it is not what I see, nor even what God may see that matters. It is what each person sees when they reflect on their lives; See infinity - be infinite. See finite, and, so it shall be, finitely. ~ I Am - Wisdom .

I leave you with this perspective, a Video of a writing, which includes, “Chasers”, by Eric Ho, from the album, The Power of Purpose. I hope these perspectives help. (And, the other person’s writing is just below the following link, “The Most Beautiful Place”)

And now for the other person’s writing. (Excuse the language)

Who the Fuck Is Supposed to Check All This Shit?

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