Wednesday, February 22, 2017

I'm bored. My phone is smart. I am smarter.

I foster a kind of faith where I believe that something in the universe wants to talk to me all the time.  I believe truth is coursing through the space-time continuum galaxy spherical dimensional 5D existence we are in and if we resonate with it in some way, it can't help but be revealed to our infinite minds and souls.  I really believe this.  So what does it take to tune in? I heard or read or came across something the other day - truly can't remember where - that suggested that our creativity is oppressed by our smart phones.  Could it be the moments of sheer genius happen immediately following boredom?  Could it be that inspiration about our children's souls comes in moments when we are staring mindlessly at a stoplight, or at the tile in the floor in the bathroom at said restaurant?  What about the pure truth we could encounter if we were tuning instead of scrolling?  I tried this a little bit over the last few days - since I brainlessly came across the suggestion.

It's a thing.

Maybe it isn't my Facebook account that's the problem, but my go to approach to it every time I'm in the same county as my phone.  Maybe in order to be more mindful, I have to be more mindless.  More boredom could be the solution to more resonating truth.