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"content": "I spent two months at the camp for the homeless and addicted. From the false security of my tent I listened and learned. I fed those in need and learned how to cook amazing meals in my infrared toaster. My cats for the most part enjoyed themselves. My travel companion suffers from ptsd and fawning issues so he couldn’t resist getting into everyone’s business, which was annoying but I have learned to ignore it. By the end of the first month I was looking for my next camp. By the middle of the second month I had arranged to head south deep into blue beach territory. I thought I could escape the daily drama and for the most part I did. This place, staying with a sweet past roommate comes with it’s own minor challenges. But nothing like the last place. It seems my educational vacation is well underway. <br />The days here are beautiful. Full sun and birds everywhere. With my cats safely inside I’ve been able to get out more often but my disabilities limit that time. Im slowly strengthening my body two hours at a time. The people here are just as I remember them, kind, diverse cultured, joyful, and laid back. It’s tempting to try to stay here but the cost to live in beach towns is too much for me alone. We have until May first or a few days before to relax for free living in a shared house and private bedroom. From there I think we are headed to Texas. There is a homeless community there I’d like to study. If things work out maybe I’ll stay awhile to lend my brain seeing how my hands aren’t as strong as my knowledge base. <br />Wisdom of the day- maintain boundaries to maintain your sanity. This means not cleaning up after others because they are lazy. Cook for yourself and clean up after yourself. As long as you are taking care of your own responsibilities there isn’t room for anyone to complain. Overextending yourself brings stress and resentment. You do you. All else isn’t your responsibility. Even if someone does one of your responsibilities out of kindness, this doesn’t mean you do one of theirs. This is how people manipulate you into doing chores they don’t like doing. They take on one of your easy tasks then leave their unwanted task undone hoping you do it. Let the dishes pile up Wash your own. Let the mess build up around them. The minute you do that task these types think they have made a deal into a chore trade forever. Stop this in its tracks. Even if it bothers you ignore it. Annoyance can be cured by humor. Resentment you carry like a bag of bricks until you get worn down. Save your energy and attention for yourself. The goal is self responsibility, learning, and growth. Let other people live in their own shit. Be happy you are serving yourself. The only person you gotta keep happy is you. ",
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"content": "Camp life. The new campers are very loud and gross. They have been peeing outside their tent at night and watching King of the Hill loudly all night long. The entire camp jumped their ass this morning The odor of marijuana is so strong in their tent that we with smell issues from the C flu could smell it. I never thought I’d be the person tattling on someone but peeing next to my site when the potty is fifteen feet away was my crossed boundary. This trip is becoming more fun by the day. <br />Oh and....My cat went into heat today. The fun never ends! <br /><br />Wisdom- Stop the drama the instant you experience it. The longer you let it go on the worse it tends to get. <br />",
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"content": "Feeding the poor. Today we were able to help five families. They say in order to understand something you need to experience it first hand. Not simply visit but live the experience. <br />My friend and I have been in this camp for almost two weeks now. Everyone here has experienced food insecurity. My friend is going to food banks and we are dividing up the haul into multiple bags. We are vegan so we take the veggies because we already know these people don’t really eat them. We are giving away meats, breads, and dairy. <br />Each bag here contains two packs of meat, a loaf of bread, two sandwiches, a few pastries, and donuts. This should last a single person a week . It’s basic, its not much, but knowing five people including the big bag for the family with two little children are fed this week is very comforting. <br />I did have the worry that maybe some of them might trade these items for drugs, but I cannot let this gut feeling distract me from helping. If that bag gets someone drugs then I know quite certainly they are happy with the gift. Thats really the goal here isn’t it? To bring joy where I can in places most people would avoid. Maybe I’m naive, delusional, or simply stupid. But I’d rather be a helpful hopeful fool than an apathetic avoidant smarty pants. <br />My wisdom for today - give love regardless of the circumstances. After love is given let it go where it needs to go. Release control. The objective is to give love and learn to appreciate a loving outcome no matter what that is. <br /><br />I’m cooking a pot of lentil vegetable soup for me. Its going to be in the low 20s tonight. My friend is off buying rum and a couple winning lottery tickets. 🤞🏻 <br />In this tent the rum never runs dry. A pirates life for me! ",
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"content": "Day 6. 38 degrees after a day of rain. <br /><br />I didn't feel like writing yesterday. The rain and cold and exhaustion and habitual monotony, and......and....and. I didn't leave my bed. <br /><br />Today it is cold, grey, slow. People are sitting by the fire pit deep in conversation but I seem to be unable to actually hear their words. I am withdrawn today. Hungry. Emotionless. In a state of total peace. <br /><br />The cold seems to make my limbs heavier. Slower. I find myself sitting still in the same position for hours. I continually ask myself what is this stillness trying to teach me? <br /><br />It is here, when I ask, that the stillness pulls my attentions to my center. I become aware of the deep core of me while the vastness of my presence reaches the entirety of the universe. Only here, in this quiet place can I feel the entirety of my being. I feel the weight of gravity pulling me in, further in. A return to my beginning. Supernova. <br /><br />On to a little Wisdom - <br /><br />The ambiguous \"THEY\" say that discussing alchemy is a secret. I tend to laugh at these restrictions because those that aren't able to understand, can't. Those that can, do. So secrecy seems a bit redundant. So I'll share a secret so that those desirous to know can have a little direction to follow. Words are living. Language is a living art. Each letter has a representation all to itself beyond the basic understanding of it simply being a letter used to assemble words, and depending on the order of assembly, this creates the meaning that goes far beyond typical use. Those that cannot understand the hidden meaning of words simply read words as regular words. Those that know can communicate through words even greater messages because the assemblage and order the words are placed in create encoded messages. This is how programming works. It programs the sleeping (NPC) people through the assemblage of letters, that form words, that form code, that are essentially spells. - Now you know a secret of alchemy. <br /><br />If you're interested in understanding, you must read! You must read the greats and look for the commonality in their words. If you learn how to see the patterns, you can begin to understand the esoteric meanings. All of the Masters know this language because the language is a gift from Source to these people. It allows them to do great works to guide the people. This itself creates the \"Mainstream\" or the river of knowledge contained within the entirety of the human people itself. When you begin to learn the letters and words, you can then more easily understand symbolism. And remember, you can read left to right and right to left. You can fold a word at its center point. You can read every first letter, last letter, etc. The way you read isn't restricted by direction. <br /><br />Anyway, I'm going to call it a night. I need to heat some water, make something hot to drink, and clean up my tent. It's amazing how dirty the floor gets. Maybe I will do a little studying myself tonight. Learning is a healthy addiction. <br /><br />XOXO <br /><br />",
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