41 min

Ahh Sh*t, Here We Go Again..‪.‬ Tery Talks

    • Personal Journals

Guess who's back??? Looking good and feelin fabulous, if I do say so myself, but who's 'I' anyway? It's perpetual existential crises over this way. Sike nah, but what's the point of existing if you live your life believing you're something you aren't? My egoic mind; addicted to concepts, categories, and phenomenal sensations remains in the view of an ever-present observer, while there is something internally that knows without words that the entity being observed doesn't truly exist. It's merely a figment of the Creator's imagination and the only reality that exists is the one where our beings have the ability to rest in the pure space of the infinite. I don't even care for the term, 'mindful', because that simply implies that the mind is full. No concepts can bind us, and all power rests inside us. Dropping all inklings retained in the mind is the absolute first step (albeit there are no real steps at all) to meeting your truest self; the God within. My mind tells me that I'm becoming a broken record, "Like we get it, you're infatuated with Truth," yet nothing goes to respond to the assumption because there isn't a need, you see? You and I are beyond any definitions erected in the mind. Indivisible, infinite, and the invisible hidden amongst the visible. yooo I'm really a poet;)
intro: How Do Yeaw View You? x Funkadelic
Guest appearances: Tonika Sledge; mi madre
Follow me on other platforms? @itsterybaby Not back on there yet, but soon come. 

Guess who's back??? Looking good and feelin fabulous, if I do say so myself, but who's 'I' anyway? It's perpetual existential crises over this way. Sike nah, but what's the point of existing if you live your life believing you're something you aren't? My egoic mind; addicted to concepts, categories, and phenomenal sensations remains in the view of an ever-present observer, while there is something internally that knows without words that the entity being observed doesn't truly exist. It's merely a figment of the Creator's imagination and the only reality that exists is the one where our beings have the ability to rest in the pure space of the infinite. I don't even care for the term, 'mindful', because that simply implies that the mind is full. No concepts can bind us, and all power rests inside us. Dropping all inklings retained in the mind is the absolute first step (albeit there are no real steps at all) to meeting your truest self; the God within. My mind tells me that I'm becoming a broken record, "Like we get it, you're infatuated with Truth," yet nothing goes to respond to the assumption because there isn't a need, you see? You and I are beyond any definitions erected in the mind. Indivisible, infinite, and the invisible hidden amongst the visible. yooo I'm really a poet;)
intro: How Do Yeaw View You? x Funkadelic
Guest appearances: Tonika Sledge; mi madre
Follow me on other platforms? @itsterybaby Not back on there yet, but soon come. 

41 min