It was a wise old queen—Bobo, we called her—who taught me that I had a duty to live and to bear my burden proudly for all to see, to conquer prejudice and ignorance and hate with knowledge and sincerity and love. Whenever you are threatened by a hostile presence, you emit a thick cloud of love like an octopus squirts out ink . . .
-William S. Burroughs
“If I had my way we’d sleep every night all wrapped around each other like hibernating rattlesnakes.”
-“Queer”, William S. Burroughs
This is a quick read on boundaries and learning to spiritually protect yourself from outside influences and the energy of other people. It’s been a good read, and taught me a few forms of meditation including shield body meditaiton and chakra meditation. If you tend to overburden yourself with others, this is definitely worth the three bucks to get a greater sense of peace of mind.
You can discover new talents and interests at any age. People who stay open to their inner inclinations and remain true to themselves commonly discover more about themselves throughout their life.
-“Controlling People: How to Recognize, Understand, and Deal With People Who Try to Control You” by Patricia Evans
There was a time I would have questioned his smile, but our minds had worked to move in sync, thinking each other’s thoughts before the other had them. It was fitting that I should be reduced to this animalistic state once again. I’d been away too long in freedom, the ability to come and go as I pleased, to have privacy, to have modesty. Now it was being stripped away from me all at once.
But I don’t think he fully understood. He may have believed he knew, but he couldn’t possibly know what he’d unleashed within me. I was only free with him. He was the first person who’d seen me in every state imaginable and still wanted me. I’d never been so bare with anyone else.
Am I to be sane and miserable in a world of somebody else’s creation or am I to be crazy, and in my own strange way, free?
Without awareness freedom fades. If our freedom of choice is lost, life itself loses meaning. Despair fills the void of lost meaning.
“Controlling People: How to Recognize, Understand, and Deal With People Who Try to Control You” by Patricia Evans
To write honestly means that you are willing to tell the truth about your feelings and perceptions, but that doesn’t mean you have to say anything about your own life that you wish not to. In the service of that honesty one may employ any devices, reach back into any memory, discuss any subject, call upon any emotion, and invent any fiction. You are not obliged to write raw autobiographical poems that reveal things you are not ready to have revealed. Honesty means, in part, to be able to feel one’s anger and grief and envy and frustration, to have the courage to look at one’s own life and thoughts so that one can tell the truth about how human beings think, feel and behave. It does not mean exposing yourself in ways that you do not find appropriate.