I feel like a bundle of sticks, and someone is trying to set those sticks ON FIRE, i.e. a bundle of jumbled nerves.... Sometimes I feel too much of what other people are feeling, and that doesn't do me a bit of good. So doing this meditation was important, and I did use my wonderful CALMING Mandela. Breathing deep, pulling my muscles in - that is what I really NEED to do... The day is gorgeous. I am amazed at the weather out there. After a summer of withering heat, this is delightful. What is odd is how quiet it is here. Where is everyone...? I don't want to dwell on my feelings. That is the problem, with life, society, groups. People DWELL on things too much, THEY TALK THINGS TO DEATH, and then they gossip, make up stories, LIE LIE LIE. I know that there are people out there, like me. I know that. Right now, I wish they were here. Breathe deep. Music is good for meditation. So is writing. Doing these muscle exercises, well it is a discipline, and is physically good for me. So why not do them all at once? I think it is because I’m feeling IT ALL. I wish the birds were here. They are all gone. That makes me sad. Sorry, I don't feel inspirational at all. I am praying for the birds to return. Breathing and still listening to the shamanic music -- 5000 Hz - 8000 Hz, You Tube.