Tax Time

I am at the library on Central Ave. in Ne Minneapolis, and I just got my taxes done.  I will be going down to Maya Cuisine to eat a $5 burrito and write for a bit.  There is some light and dainty snow falling and it is beautiful.  I feel like an equalizing is happening for me.  It is quite well worked for.  There will be no more this and that.  I will live a life that I acknowledge me, which has not been happening.  My writing comes from a place in my energy system that I have not been able to connect with my complete emotional body.  The abyss of lies can blizzard those around me, but I feel that soon enough, people won't believe a thing that anyone is saying to them.  Even animals play their Wiccan games.  All beings around me have never felt pain at all, but fake a suffering in all society.  They think that it is funny that we accept what they have as suffering.  All around me make fun of me that I could not see their deceit, and I cared about people, actually, and put so much energy into the relief of their suffering.  Well I will not make that mistake anymore.  There is a very special worker at my apartment, and her soul is helping me see things as they are, without taking me to a point of being militarily suicidal.  I will just monitor my energy and not give so much away.  I now feel the Buddhist ways becoming quiet in the corner.  The Dalai lama's ship has been righted, and he will never fall for this suffering game anymore.  His bags will now be checked at the airport, and he can only fly coach and he has to go through the normal TSA checks.  He will never find himself happier than to be a part of it all.  I will not let people play me.  I will just walk away like I did today.