The layers keep unfolding on a constant basis. It's like erosion that is made possible in a river that never stops running. It wears it's way down stream to finally spill out into a massive basin like the sea. With these currents comes many different moods. And with them comes many different areas of life. Some currents can have you filled with joy and others filled with darkness. What is it that gets us through these times ? Do we actually feel these things for a reason ? If so, why ? Some days we can find ourselves fully feeling different frequencies of energy. The whole thing becomes rather complicated to even articulate. What do we do when things have been sitting at the same point for probably a year ? How do we then still believe that it's all going to be fine ? We know that all things pass, but what if your'e really sick to death of it all ?
I've been through some stuff in my mind about this recently and discovered if we're not careful this phenomena can drag on for longer than we thought and become rather a pain in the ass. The stripping back of the layers to the space where emotion is felt on a minute by minute basis can be rather interesting. It can make the layers seem so thick that, you are almost immune to the water and the grinding away of that which you believe to be true. How many of us actually allow this erosion to take place ? Or is it a case of never even being aware of this thing ? Whilst in the middle of the grinding away, or taking it all back to be the silt that is created we can get into places that are very revealing indeed.
The undoing of all of these layers can sometimes be like taking sandpaper to the layer and other times like being dug up with a shovel. It can be tremendously light, like polish and very coarse too. That water can be soft yet harsh at this same time. And what then can occur is that you can be on the verge of a total meltdown. This becomes apparent when those around you actually add to the water and what it does. This can sometimes be called relatives. They all get together, where you know that none of them have seen nor even heard of the river. You stand by and watch them all talk in small talk. Talking about the weather and the new couch. You can be there, but not there at all because at the end of the day, none of them miss your absence whatsoever. You can see this as you are a ghost in the room, never seen. You are the dark sheep !
You can move into the role of being the guy that's called upon when favors are needed. That's the one I really love, the favor guy. You stand back at all these events because becoming involved is like being the new guy in town, you know, "who's this guy". But with this it's really different, you're not new, you've been there all along. But the water is forcing you down further. It's like the sharpening of a pencil, you keep sharpening till its all gone and no one even knew you were there, yet they used you when convenient. You advise them on stuff and they don't listen. The stuff you've advised them on then ends up occurring for all of them. They then whinge and whine about it like it was never coming, yet were warned by the dark sheep. On and on this goes till you arrive at the point that tells you, you would never sign up to friends like this, so why are you part of this "relative" nightmare abrasion ?
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