…Foundation of Thought

Emotions were finding their way into Me’s person as she buried herself into thought, listening to unwelcomed words being spoken from voices within.  Words she did not want to hear…part of her person she did not want to acknowledge. Part of her that she had buried deep.

Melody was perched in the pine sapling not far away trying to peck into a beech nutshell.  It was not going well and Melody squeaked with frustration.  Me chuckled to herself before speaking.

Melody…why am I afraid of people and uncomfortable with anxiety when I am with them? Why do I always want to leave before I even arrive? Yet…it fills my heart with happiness to extend kind gestures into others’ lives when personal interaction is not a necessary component of giving.   My greatest enjoyment is entertaining me…looking at what is…seeing what could be. Aloneness has always been my comfort zone…my best friend.  I choose to be the leader of my own imagination.  I do not long for the imaginations of others nor societies opinion of words. Yet society defines me by my interaction within it wall’s.  Is this selfish of me?  Is this disrespect of mankind?   Please do not tell me what society thinks of me is not important, for it is.  I want love.  I want to be loved.  

Melody silenced her battle of the beechnut.  She dropped down and perched herself on the stump next to Me…facing her directly as Me sadly gazed into the bustling village some distance down below. Freedom was sleeping not far from her. Me could hear his gentle breath as he lay motionless in his dreams.

Let us walk My Child… Lets begin to explore this land you chose to be home as you fill your Naked Slate.

With little hesitancy, Me rose to her feet. She gently called to Freedom to join them. She hugged him tightly as he gathered to his feet, shook the sleepiness from his brow and stood with huge raised donkey ears ready to lead. With no further words spoken, Me began to walk directly opposite: away from the old oak tree that had become home…away from all that was familiar.

Melody spoke…  It takes tremendous tenacity to search deeply…listen silently… hearing truth about who you intrinsically are. Understand that your person owns a “Foundation of Thought”.  This foundation begins its development during the earliest years of your life when your existence is completely dependent on those around you.  During this time, your mind and body act as an enormous sponge, digesting, internalizing and interpreting all life experience and emotion that is introduced into your young world:  positive and negative.   These interpretations now dominate your character as you define all future decisions moving into your adolescent and adult life…unless you choose to intervene.

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My child you are energized by calm environments, you embrace solitude.   In this solitude you choose to turn inward.  This is characteristic of introversion and this is the core of your uncomfortable interaction within society.  Introversion is genetic.  It is a part of your DNA and cannot be removed from who you are.  It is your Foundation of Thought that defines the level of introversion that you take into society and determines the level of your awkwardness and distress when with others.  A nurtured child who is encouraged to go out into society and knows that they can be anything defines their introversion much differently than the child who is not encouraged to challenge the world and is told they can be nothing. Introverts often find that others try to change them or even suggest that there is something wrong with them.  Albert Einstein, Abraham Lincoln, Mahatma Gandhi, Sir Isaac Newton, Charles Darwin, Frederic Chopin were all introverts.  Introversion has and always will create a significant contribution to society.  Cling to your introverted creativity. This is the exact reason why you are here in the Forest of the Naked Slate.  You have chosen to intervene your Foundation of Thought.  To do so you must chose to live outside of your comfort zone, confronting the fears in your Foundation that keep you a prisoner inside yourself.  That keep you from becoming one with Soul .

Me and Freedom continued walking the dirt path traveling further from anything familiar.  Melody had taken her favorite perch on Freedom’s forehead between those beautiful ears.   Me had no desire to return.  As they reached the summit of a very long steep incline, Me fell to her knees in exhaustion.  She lay back in the tall grasses that surrounded her as she gasped for air to enter her tired lungs.  Considerable time passed.  Finally her lungs found peace once more.   As she rose to her feet and took her first view of the land surrounding her…she  gasped at what she saw in the far distant land.

Medody…Melody…is that my basin of water?   The shore that  we left so long ago?   Will I see Sun again?  

Melody responded...chickadee dee…chickadee…dee…dee     chickadee dee…chickadee…dee…dee

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The family of my Soul…

Me:  Society’s definition of who I am
Melody:  My translator of Soul
Freedom: My friend and guardian
Soul:  My Spiritual Core.
Ghost:  The emotions of my Soul.
Foundation of Thought: My  Guide of all decisions.