Yesterday was a strange day for this expression.  I actually incorporated more words from others than I generated on my own.  I don't believe that has ever happened before.  However, with this expression, I never know what I will be moved to do.  It flows where it will.  It incorporates whatever spirit would guide me to incorporate.  Trust is required for a stream of consciousness expression ... a deep trust in both self and consciousness herself.  Yes, herself.  I still experience consciousness as feminine.  That has just been the way for me since this expression began.   So, where do we go from here.  What new vistas are yet to be explored?  Where does the edge of the unknown lie now?  It is there that I choose to wander.  Why?  Simply because that is what excites me to my very core.  Being bipolar, I know about the razors edge between sanity and insanity personally ... though I have never crossed the boundary into the insane, at least not as far as I know.  Though, there have been times when I was ever so close.  However, that is long ago.  The last time being in 1998, nearly 8 years ago.  In comparison, now I am far more stable.  Not that stable is necessarily good.  It is what it is.  In fact, sometimes it can be quite dull and boring.  Boredom is something that we have to fight at times.  It seems to settle in when we aren't really looking or paying full attention.  Reality can be that way at times.  It is not always exciting.  Though, some find ways to make it far more so than others.

How do I know that spirit, that consciousness, is responsible for all of this?  How do I know that I am not making it all up?  If I am, there is a part of me that is far greater than I know myself to be.  Clearly, it is far more knowledgeable and wise.  I have no way to explain all that comes forth through me.  I know not how it is able to manifest as it does.  Clearly that is because it is other than conscious.  That is OK.  I have always known that there are many things that I simply do not know.  This has never really bothered me.  The unknown is a realm that I enjoy.  Yes, it can have its pitfalls.  Things can happen for which we are not fully prepared.  Yet, despite this, there is a strong inner trust that we create everything that we experience and that we wouldn't choose to overwhelm ourselves with experiences that were beyond our ability to handle.  Actually, that is a pretty empowering belief that colors all that we draw into our experience.

Hmm ... a 1/11 = 111 day.  There are not many days of this triple format.  2/22 = 222 is the only other.  11/11 = 1111 is the only natural quadruple.  That should make these special days in their own right.  11/11 is the day that I started in my present job just over nine years ago.  That is longer than I have worked anywhere.  I spent 11.5 years in the Air Force, but that occurred at over five different locations.  Today was another busy day ... something that is becoming far too usual these days.  But, finding time to express is important.  There is always time to do this.  It is a matter of setting the right priority.  We do what is important for us to do.  There is always sufficient time to do what needs to be done.  We just need to be careful about how we choose what needs to be done.  In many cases, we simply do not know.  It is a matter of relying on spirit.

I never expanded "consciousness" using my new numbering scheme.  3 + 15 + 14 + 100 + 3 + 9 +15 + 300 + 100 + 14 + 5 + 100 + 100 =  678 = 6 x 113.  There is something about that 6-7-8 that begs to be expressed and interpreted in a new way.  22 to 7 = 2227 is an obvious breakout, but somehow that is not what I was looking for.  7:68 = 32 28.  Hmm ... 23 = flesh to 28:The Man with the World in His Hand.  Now there we have something.  Consciousness is the flesh of God.

Why is it that such machinations appeal to me?  Why do I allow my thoughts to wander thus?  It is not as if I am truly in control of them.  They just come and I type what I hear in my head.  If I am not in control, then what is?  I have said that it is source that speaks through me, and that this source is ONE, that this source is the same for each of us.  What proof do I have that this is true?  The bottom line is that I have none, nor do I need any.  Proofs were something that I learned to do in Geometry in high school and then in further math classes.  Math itself is 4128, a variation of 2184.  But math also has another message for me.  It is 41:Wayne 28:The Man with the World in his Hand.  Outside of math, proofs seemed irrelevant.  What matters is beliefs.  And, beliefs are to be judged solely on the basis of utility.  Do they serve us and others in some way.  If so, they are "good".  If not, they should be replaced with something else that does have utility.

928 words and counting.  That is 9:The Hermit, 28:The Man with the World in his Hand.  Hmm ... is that me?  What does it mean to have the world in your hand?  It seems that my destiny is somehow wrapped up in the destiny of the world.  Is that true for all of us?  Or, is that just part of my role in this existence.  My sense is the later.  Each of us have our roles to play.  It is important to me that I have a positive world impact.  That depends on what I express getting out to where it can do some good in the world.  Yet, how will that happen?  Is it for me to make it so?  Or, is this in spirits hands to do?  At some point I will know and will be moved to do what it takes to carry out the role for which I came.  That is my only purpose here.  I have chosen not to have kids, so my genes will not live on in physical form.  It is this expression that constitutes my children.  I am the father and spirit herself is the mother.  How can I know this for certain?  I just do.  I have known since I was in my early teens.