And Supposedly I need to manifest something into reality. Think about what I want and scream it into the void of circumstantial earth sans gratitude for the path it already has laid before me. The idea of manifesting seems pointless to me. A grandeur term magnetizing the fetishization of just doing a task for the easily procrastinated. If you have a goal, or a dream, or any desire, just go out and do exactly what it is you need to do to achieve it. I don’t understand why you need to do the whole ritual of writing your exact detailed aspirations on a sheet of paper ripped out of the thirty dollar moleskin notebook you got at a Barnes and Noble and burning in it a candle you stole from an Erewhon behind a bar in the middle of Echo park. It’s all overdramatizing the age old practice of just having a plan and executing it. And honestly, it misuses and makes material of the energy of the spiritual. If you are trying to access the deep inner workings of the threaded soul of the universe to achieve earthly desires, I don’t think you will ever achieve what your earthly desires are in this lifetime. That energy you’re trying to access is in us every second of every day. Inside the decision of what you eat for breakfast. The way you tripped over a curb on the sidewalk. There’s no way to harness it. Especially to achieve something as pointless as gain. This energy is smarter than you. It’s more than you, because it’s already been you. It doesn’t think before it does. It doesn’t float when it’s supposed to sink. It doesn’t make wrong decisions because it knows that every decision is right. No matter the outcome. It just is. And the only way to “Harness it” is to let go and sink into it’s arms. Like a gentle hand on the back leading you forward. Give in. And trust that where you are now will always be where you’re supposed to be. If you want to do something, do it.

I’m going to do whatever I feel. There’s more than me that feels it.