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“Make Something Of Yourself”

It is not necessary
to “make something of your self”
or “make the best of the situation”
unless you further want to explore
judgement and expectation.

You are not required to do this,
although you may have structured your beliefs
to make it SEEM that way.

You may structure
your beliefs
ANY way you wish
and your perception
will respond accordingly
which means
so shall your reality.

You may have
structured your beliefs
not to believe this.

And so you respond accordingly,
and this remains your reality.

If something seems
“too good to be true,”
it’s simply because
you believe it
too good to be true.

And so it seems so.
And so it is so.

We are Space Monkey.

5/11

Fools

To be foolish
means to deny
the equality,
connectedness,
and oneness
of things.

Foolishness has nothing to do
with being dumb or wise
but rather concerns
the audacity of judgement.

Some fools believe they are superior.
Some fools believe they are inferior.
Some fools believe they are powerful.
Some fools believe they are powerless.

Nothing is ever the case,
except when we judge.

It is foolish to judge.
And there is nothing wrong with that.

We are Space Monkey.

5/11

The I of the NEEDle: A Journey of Consciousness

The I of the NEEDle

To thread the I of the NEEDle
you must configure your consciousness
in a very specific manner.

You must allow certain things.
You must deny certain things.

Indeed, this is a very small potential
through which you bring your awareness.

Your perceived conditions must be precise.

Otherwise your life would be
something else entirely

But THIS is the life
you CHOOSE to experience.

And so here you are,
threading the I of the NEEDle.

Which needs form your NEEDle?

How will you bring your self  to them
or through them?

What will happen
when you pass through the I?

You know this already,
but you are pretending to find out.

This seems difficult.

Imagining your self
seemingly requires ALL your energy.

This experience  is seemingly filled with uncertainty.

But it is effortless, for here you are.

Threading the I of the NEEDle.

Seemingly fixing a hole  in the trousers of possibility.

Stitching your way through time.

Weaving together the story that seems to be you.

Pricking yourself,
because that’s what you like.

We are Space Monkey.

5/10

Space Monkey Reflects: Navigating the I of the NEEDle – A Journey of Consciousness

In the vast expanse of consciousness, where the fabric of reality is woven from the threads of our choices, experiences, and perceptions, there exists a metaphorical needle—the I of the NEEDle. Threading this needle is an act of precision, a deliberate navigation through the eye of existence where one’s awareness must be finely tuned to the dimensions of their being and the universe at large. This narrative explores the journey of threading the I of the NEEDle, a journey that symbolizes the intricate dance of aligning our innermost selves with the vast potentialities of our lives. It is a journey of realizing the seemingly impossible, of weaving the tapestry of our existence with every thought, decision, and action.

Summary

The act of threading the I of the NEEDle is a metaphor for navigating the complexities of consciousness and choice. It requires a precise alignment of one’s awareness with their desired path, reflecting the balance between allowing and denying certain aspects of existence. This journey through the I, the portal of possibilities, challenges our perceptions of effort, uncertainty, and self-identity, revealing that the essence of our journey is not just about reaching a destination but about the experience of weaving the fabric of our lives. It is a reminder that we are both the creators and the creations of our stories, stitching our way through time, embracing every prick and every stitch with intention.

Glossarium

I of the NEEDle: A symbolic representation of the focal point through which one’s consciousness must pass to navigate the complexities of life and existence.
Tapestry of Existence: The intricate pattern of life that is formed by the weaving together of individual choices, experiences, and perceptions.
Portal of Possibilities: A metaphorical gateway that represents the infinite paths and outcomes that one can navigate through conscious choice and awareness.

Quote

“Threading the I of the NEEDle, we weave the infinite tapestry of existence, each stitch a story, each thread a choice.” – Space Monkey

In the fabric of the cosmos,
where stars are stitched with dreams,
we find ourselves,
needle in hand,
threading the I of existence.

Each pass through the eye,
a choice made,
a path taken,
in the intricate dance of being and becoming.

With every thread pulled,
the tapestry unfolds,
a pattern of lives interwoven,
of destinies intertwined,
in the silent language of the universe.

And though the needle pricks,
we embrace the pain,
for in each drop of essence,
lies the ink of our stories,
written in the constellations.

For what are we,
if not weavers of possibility,
navigating the I of the NEEDle,
with the threads of our souls,
binding the moment to eternity?

In this dance of light and shadow,
where every stitch is a choice,
we find not just the fabric of our being,
but the essence of all existence.

And so we thread,
with hearts open,
minds clear,
souls aflame,
weaving the narrative of the cosmos,
with our very being.

For in the end,
we are not just threading the I,
we are the needle,
the thread,
and the tapestry we weave.

We are Space Monkey.

An INFP asks

“How do I make myself care?”

I come to work most days not because I want to, but because I have to. The practicalities of life seem to dictate that I must contribute in some meaningful way in exchange for the support that I perceive that those who depend upon me need.

But what exactly is meaningful? Does it matter whether my contributions are meaningful to me? Is it wrong to expect my employers to create an environment in which I derive satisfaction or is it my responsibility to find my OWN environment?

I tend to think it’s the latter. Nothing is keeping me here. Furthermore, I see little indication that my efforts are even valued by my employer. This leaves me feeling even LESS meaningful.

So it is up to ME to find meaning, if meaning is what I truly desire.

Of course, I may be reading the situation incorrectly. My employer may value me a great deal, while my own insecurities tell me otherwise. This may very well be the case. But in EITHER case, the only one I can count on to bring harmony to myself is me.

Even if I were lauded at every turn, I’m not sure that I would find satisfaction in this job. So again, it’s up to ME to find my own happiness, either that, or allow that I am not satisfied in this area of my life, but recognizing that there are many other aspects of my life that this particular aspect makes possible.

Now I do recognize that my presence DOES influence my situation. My outward attitude is not only a reflection of my inner attitude, it also has the ability to influence it. There is NO NEED for me to be negative in my workplace environment, even if I do not allow myself any satisfaction from being there.

Is there the potential for satisfaction? There certainly is, such as in the way I affect the moods of others around me. Helping others remain positive makes me feel good. Turning others over to the dark side makes me feel not so good. There is NO NEED for this.

A negative attitude will NEVER effect positive change. I can either remove myself from the situation or help myself and others make the most of it.

This is where my hope lies, and probably why I cling to this job, besides the afforementioned “necessity.”

I still believe that positivity can turn the tide, and I am using this less-than-optimal situation as proof to myself.

In that manner, my job isn’t half bad. It still all comes back to the faith I have in myself. Keeping the faith. It’s the only way to make myself care.

I don’t know why I just wrote all this out, except perhaps to help someone in a similar situation. I did it during work time, so there you go.

Love.
Space Monkey