So, the giant that came, came in the night was not a material foe but a spiritual enemy of my soul. As I rehearsed the possible motives to the responses I got from meetings during the day I saw in minds eye his demeanor build.

Why was he noted on the colours that my memories had shown in a patchwork of college’s. The soupy talks and observations on the palate of my consciousness . What meaning is in the pattern of his visits and the ambiance of many talks during the MO?

Conditioning is a two edged sword, how should I hone? Back I go to my reserve of strength as I wake with this burden and distraction to ply. I will drop and couver in my minds eye for a moment, then gain a foothold on this day of my life. I will plunge into my day as a direct investigator and wait again to address the flow of these inputs. Tonight I will attempt to put my Giant to bed again but now I need to do my schedule.