I ‘think’… because I’m not sure of the details, or the motives, or my perception of certain happenings.
And then there’s my imagination to consider…It’s all a bit confusing, but bad things are (and have been) happening, that do not really have any other explanation.
So for now, I’m going with the idea that I am sure.
I’ve spent a lot of time feeling victimised over this vendetta.
UNTIL now, because I’ve realised that somewhere along the line (without intent), I must have pissed somebody off or hurt them so badly, they feel their vengeful actions are justified
They are slowly chalking up the scores I guess, I can only guess
So who gets to say which one of us is right, and which one is wrong?
Neither or us have kudos on what constitutes the right amount of justice for a crime, all we both have, are our own perception of events Read the rest of this entry
From the archives of my mind
Back in the days…
I was a naughty, rebellious, authority despising, horrible little child. So I figured (early in life), if I re-produced, it would be a bad move. I thought Ms Karma would send me a child, ten times naughtier. But because Ms Karma is clever, my avoidance of the pain of ‘owning a rebel’; was over-ridden! She simply gave me a ‘Rebel Ball’ instead; for this lesson…and probably also as some kind of justice for my poor Mother :0
My RED bouncing ball…Do you own one too?
For each emotion I have a WHITE ball, a really bouncy one, and note… it bounces vertically only. The top to bottom of a bounce, covers a fair distance but I’m adjusted to this, and some bounces are fabulous, which makes their EXTENT both a blessing and a curse. Read the rest of this entry