Post by Candace on Oct 31, 2020 1:24:27 GMT -5
"What is Mind? A question that has risen great philosophers in history - yet they were unable to solve of the mystery of its thought processing. For me. the mind is bittersweet. On one hand, the mind helps us to organize, plan, comprehend, create, visualize, discern, and use logic. But on the other hand, the unruly mind is ignorant, prejudiced, hateful, illogical, bigoted, and deluded.
My name is Candace and this is my story."
My name is Candace and this is my story."
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~ Birds trill, sweetly high, the chorus as playful as the birds themselves. With closed eyes, I imagine their music to be colours, painting stairs in the same way grapevines grow - this way and that, in a beautiful chaos that isn't quite random. Magnificent One in her room, playing with her notebook and dripping it with some wise thoughts of her own ~
"They ask me about my path to success and how I overcame the sorrow of the past. How does a stone turn into a gold upon my touch. Through my experiences I learned a few defense mechanisms that kill self-growth. You’re hopeless, useless, burdensome. Nothing will ever go well, everyone is always better than you, you’ll never be perfect. You want to be liked, but you’re unlovable, and a failure at life. Sound familiar? To the majority of people this language does. Mental traps – or ego defense mechanisms – serve as the rusty cogs.
People who know me deep down, knows that I am a down to earth person who loves to mentor. As a spiritual counselor myself, I have come across many people who have strange dark thoughts that haunt them. My mission is to help those experiencing the dark night of their souls. Battling through existential crisis that embraced their inner wolf and walk the path less traveled. I do that with so much passion that even working as a professional wrestler in two of the biggest companies couldn't stop me. Jack Jones is looking to join me soon, he is a nice and wise gentleman. I have offered that to Jamo as well for his spiritual awakening process and interested to see where it is gonna lead him.
But this week is fascinating because SFT has put me to another test and this one is gonna be against Rumpke. Rumpke! He is different. Yes he is! In fact I never ever had an opportunity to look into this man's eye let alone touch him. We did meet at Bad Abundance but did we really meet? No! But we could. How? ...."
~ She pours liquid from a grapejuice bottle right into her glass next to her notebook. She sarcastically takes a sip before putting the glass back on the table and continue her writing ~
"Abundance of yeast and there you go: Juice is turned into wine. A rich brew of antioxidants and phytonutrients. Became the very reason for the death over over 4 million people in our modern era. Then people end up doing so many embarrasing things, making wrong if not fatal decisions, landing to the moon and coming back on this earth without a spacesuit. Dirtying their own pants and sometimes... if they are professional athletes, they end up disqualifying themselves during historical matches like how Rumpke did at Bad Abundance. It was so bothering to my soul, and I couldn't sleep all night after that payperview. Not because Redd came up as a better man, but because I couldn't get a chance to lock my eyes with Rumpke officially. Even at Titans 95, I had to do something which was legally illegal and people have been hating me for that. Interfering between Jay and Lucas match. Fine! I admit I made the wrong move, but sometimes you need take a small lose in order to prevent a big one. How clumsy would it be to see Jay Impact as a World champion? We can introduce a new title for him called 'The Clowly title'. Sounds so much like him."
But making Impact lose that match wasn't my intention as I knew Lucas would take care of him and he profoundly got that job done. But my innerself told me that if Impact than Rumpke is gonna come as a backup and this might be a better opportunity for me to reserve another seat to save one more soul. Now, I know we are locking horns officially in a non-title match. A backstage brawl. Fascinating! The match's stipulation didn't bother me much because my target is NOT to beat Rumpke, and even if I did, which I may, who knows? Rumpke is a godfather of SFT but even godfathers are beget and pampered by someone. My target is to win Rumpke's heart and show him the right path, the path of righteousness, to remove the blindfold from his eyes to feel the beams of the sun, lead him more toward the natural life. The drinks are not helping him and that was never a solution. He was undeliberetely committing suicide, but I am glad to see that he is making a progress, and now, I am deeply drawn to help him become empowered, healed and inspired to follow his soul's purpose through the practice of inner-work. Will he covet? Will he strive towards integration, balance, wholeness and embracign both the sacred and wild aspect of being human? My sixth sense says he will, because he has an emptiness right there."
~ She sketches a broken and stitched heart in the middle of the page, representing it as Rumpke's heart ~
"Battling against Rumpke at Titans 96 is just another job for me. So regardless of who walks out as a better wrestler there doesn't really bother me and it shouldn't to any intelligent person. Wins and loses are parts of the game The matter is, who walks out as a better person and lives a satisfactory life. Putting a full-stop at Rumpke's dark unwanted thoughts is soon to happen before it creeps over him even more. Now I am about to break the pen at this very point and will soon turn drip the new pages with the sequel to it after Titans 96.
Have a blessed weekend."
~ She closes the notebook, leaving the pen lying on its cover and walks out from the scene. Its not too late for Rumpke. It’s only if he fixates on his spontaneous thoughts and fuel gun with fear that they start to gain more power and increase in number ~
