Trailer Trash Love
A typical Sheeple Family
August 12. 2014
Drifters and abusers of the beauties of love are akin to those stereotyped as uncaring, bad habit addicts, sloth-like folks who live with disregard for life’s blessings. Rich or poor, makes little difference for people all over the world who have little regard for how their personal lives look. I would call it ‘personal abuse’, be it consequences of substance abuses, early environment, non caring, low standards or whatever. These bottom feeders seem to relish being ‘eyesores’ both in how they trash their environments as well as their ‘self worth’.
Trailer trasher’s refuse to take control of their lives. Self help, meditation, love growth and serious care about themselves and others is sporadic. Always, it’s a childhood that festers in their being that they choose to not let go of, and take the lessons as opportunities to lead a life avoiding the prior pitfalls.
Trailer trasher’s are of many types. A strange and popular one is one who seems quite wonderful, and may lead a seemingly good life, but they are ‘love trasher’s who never seem to rise to a sense of consistent love. Often they mate with a similar ‘love trasher’, again one who may seem quite normal, but both with fear of intimacy. Their communication consists of lots of ‘outer talk’ of what’s going on with the weather, work, and everyday activities. They are often consumed by some outer activities that serves unconsciously as a diversion from looking at themselves, and letting go of the compartmentalization of prior ‘bumps in the road’ and traumas.
Oddly, when answers to their silent suffering present themselves they throw them to the trash by paying little active absorption of them into their lives.
Life on a mundane or three dimensional level has choices, and choices that, if they can be visualized, are available. The choices to always be evolving while opening the mind and heart are the most important. Choices on a higher level are always one choice! That choice is to follow the high road of all situations. To be godly is to always be discerning while with an open heart and mind!
The organs of the body were having a meeting, trying to decide who is the Boss. Each organ took a turn to speak up:
Brain……. .. I should be the Boss because I run all body functions.
Blood……. . I should be the Boss because I circulate oxygen for the brain.
Stomach… I should be the Boss because I process food to the brain.
Legs…….. . I should be the Boss because I take the brain where it wants to go.
Eyes…….. . I should be the Boss because I let the brain see where it’s going.
Asshole….. I should be the Boss because I get rid of your waste.
All the other parts laughed so hard and this made the asshole very mad.
To prove his point, the asshole immediately slammed tightly closed and Stayed that way for 6 days, refusing to rid the body of any waste whatsoever.
Day 1 – Brain got a terrible headache and cried out for relief
Day 2 – Stomach got bloated and began to ache terribly
Day 3 – Legs got cramps and became unstable
Day 4 – Eyes became watery and vision became blurred
Day 5 ! – Blood became toxic and poisoned the body
Day 6 -The other organs agreed to let the asshole be the Boss.
MORAL OF THE STORY: “NO MATTER WHO YOU ARE, OR HOW IMPORTANT YOU THINK YOU ARE, YOU WILL FIND THAT IT IS ALWAYS THE ASSHOLE THAT IS THE BOSS”!