

Chronologies – Excerpts – Fragments – Reflections
From The Journals of Dan Abernathy
Each morning I open my journals and pour into them myself. These are my thoughts and ideas that arrive from unlimited sources. Mind thoughts and dreams are our own, we see them invading the monarchy of Social Media, but they are ours in the beginning. I have chosen to share mine in a way where you cannot only see them, but also touch and keep them. My hope is that they will reflect a personal meaning or perhaps evoke a thought from within.
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Normal is nothing but an illusion deeply embedded from a source that is tethered to the false reality of another hidden oppressor. - dbA
There is a guiding voice deep within the person that you are. A voice that delivers a true clean sound that can always be trusted. But know that you cannot fill every piece of time you own, or this voice will not be heard. Quiet and calm yourself. Give yourself occasions for solitude and silence as to hear your inner guiding voice speaking to you. - dba
Musing from my Journals Number 1 One of the purposes of being is to not be to serious about the purpose. Number 2 Of all the marks we as humans leave on this earth, why do so many leave such hideous scars? - dbA
My Interests Everything has an extra piece. It is in this element where my interests reside. - dbA
Silence It seems as though it is when the silence starts getting loud, that the emotions invade your being. This is when we become the most vulnerable. This is when our demons wakeup and look. - dbA
As For Me Well... As for me, I tired of tight fitting cloths, rudeness, responsibility, socks and underwear a long time ago, but I still unreservedly enjoy strong coffee, morning sex and pancakes. - dbA
Dangerous Consequences There are dangerous consequences about to be witnessed as we watch the commencement of anarchy rain on all that is. We sit like stringless puppets and do nothing, but watch our politicians and rulers forget all moral principles as they degrade the living with false hope and deceit. -dbA
Is this my dream or my nightmare?
There is no beauty without strangeness.
Chronologies – Excerpts – Fragments – Reflections
From The Journals of Dan Abernathy
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