“I didn't choose to be a conduit, but I am, I didn't think that thought, it just came to life through me…”
— MJ
I Think A Thought, A Thought Through Me
I woke up this morning. Figuratively speaking, life is set in stone by a bigger extreme. Two empty shells in the form of a human body lie side-by-side, one's right hand meeting the other's left. These two bodies lie in a beach-scape. They simply are.
Have we become the condition? A lively figure is fidgeting, no, it isn't fidgeting. Its mind and its body are just in sync, which is disorienting from another perspective. A perspective shrouded with a thought: 'he killed him, so he didn't die'. I killed you, so you didn't die.
Why are the empty shells not decaying? They have been there for more than a century. They just infinitely are. Or perhaps they will decay when I am no more. Daniel is an old friend in spirit. He has not decayed yet; he lives in the spirit. Before he lived in the spirit, an angel visited him.
This angel was to deliver a message in ancient times, and was delayed by vile demons that fought it for 21 days. But the war general of the angelic army stepped in to save the angel. Time has killed Daniel now, but he just did not die.
I think a thought,
a thought through me.
Maybe I thought of it yesterday?
but let me see,
Did I think this thought?
Or has the thought already been?
It is a wandering thought,
not like anyone I have seen.
I have to write my newsletter this Sunday; it is something I habitually do. So, my hands are steady and I type...
— MJ