Kind of in a late night in the attic 'moment', but the thing is is that these moments are so short and fleeting, has to be timed right to feel 'well', whole and safe for a few seconds or minutes, where nothing can harm you, where 'now' has you firmly in it's arms, and where 'now' protects you from 'later' and or tomorrow.
So you grab that moment while it's there, before it leaves you.
Right now I'm comfortable and safe in the 'moment'...between here and Monday, but come Monday, or even later tonight, who knows, and is why 'now' is always so special when able to appreciate it.
I trust 'now' even more than I do angels and divine entities, for even with them, no matter how divine they're supposedly are, even they can't protect you, me, us, from the ills of tomorrow, from death, pain, and suffering which tomorrow brings.
Many tomorrows strung together eventually bring the same thing to all.
Anyways, I'm in the 'now' moment, happy and content, and left alone by creatures of time and fate.
Join me in the 'now' while it lasts, for when gone...who knows...
I guess this is sort of a late night in the attack moment
I guess this is sort of a late night in the attack moment in that it's during that 'pre tomorrow' phase in that todays gone, yet tomorrow not quite here yet, and everything is calm in between.
It's the type of moment a millionaire gets to enjoy all the time or every single night or evening, in that come next day, don't really have to be anywhere.
Millionaire, Billionaire or just a well off person who, say, works from home.
But for the rest of us, moments like this come and go, moments like this are fleeting, they don't last, moments of peace, when nothing is bothering you.
Moments like this is why so many play the lottery, not so much cause they, we, love 'money', but rather cause they, we, want our freedom, freedom away from a very unnatural course of day that follows.
2. Waking up early
3. traffic which = danger and possibly death (every day people, 100's, die going to work, driving like fools, rushing to get to work, why?)
In fact any time we leave our dwellings, the chances of danger increases significantly.
And for what?...to earn, just to pay credit card bill or light bill or this or that bill, then die, or get in accident.
Life is short, healthy life is even short, meaning the life that you're still healthy enough in, youthful enough in, to be able to care for self, and not need help.
For some of us, there is no 'help', and when that healthy life is done and over, so are we.
Some of us have nothing to catch us, once that healthy part of life is over.
Is why so appreciate 'Late nights in the attack' moments, cause they're special, regardless of what happens 1 million years from now, there's only one late night in the attack for folks.
Those special still moments when all is fine and well, those moments want to hang onto forever, yet evil clock on wall keeps ticking away.
Ultimately tomorrow has never delivered anything good for anyone, for tomorrow eventual vanquishes all, no matter how rich, poor, free or slave, black or white, gangster or sissy, tomorrow eventually vanquishes all.
I guess you could kind of say this is one of those 'Late night in the attack' moments...
You know, when all is calm, nothings really going on, when your somewhere in between tomorrow and today, where it feels like time has just stopped.
After a while time becomes totally useless, especially as you age.
Time simply becomes demonic deadlines, and a corrosive mouth with teeth that eats everything in it's path.
Late nights in the attack are simply times when that 'time monster' seems to not exist for a few moments or hours.
And 3 day weekends, sometimes give us that 'attic' moment, when instead of preparing for dread of next day, get to instead rest, relax and enjoy own consciousness for a while, own thoughts, possibilities and whatever else.
It's meaningless time to industry, but worth a million dollars to self, that time, moment, in the attack alone, when and where all is calm, can just relax and enjoy self, imperfections and all.
Ladies and Gentlemen I really do hate tomorrow right about now
Ladies and Gentlemen, I really do hate tomorrow right about now, even though 'tomorrow' hasn't arrived yet, I still hate it in that tomorrow won't add a single good thing to my life, or yours really when you think about it.
Many will be killed on their way to work, many will pass away from this or that...sure a few will triumph tomorrow, get their first date, or first kiss, or first solo pilot lesson ect...but many others, for many others, tomorrow is nothing but corrosive acid.
Tomorrows, all linked together, finally caught up with George W Bush Senior...
Time, the constant movement of time, finally caught up with and destroyed former President.
Now, right now, this instant, is what I love and cherish...the moment I have right now, alone and safe, or if you're with your family or wife, or kids, or grandparents, or parents, or cousins, or best friend, 'now' is the time to cherish, and 'now', I wish I could capture forever...cause right now I'm safe and content.
Oh how I love 'now'...the day before destructive 'chance'.
Close to having a late night in the attack moment, close but maybe not quite there
Late night in the attic moments have to be carefully accidentally timed, in that you cannot plan them, they just occur, happen, by accident.
That moment when feel detached from 'today' and 'tomorrow' at the same time, like floating in between nothing.
You have to basically shut your brain off, prevent future and or past thought and really get into the 'now'.
Maybe some would call that a form of meditation, but I just call it 'Late night in the attack' in that it's not planned or scheduled.
Right now, to be honest, not really in the 'attic' but rather probably just peering into it, and realizing it's beauty, it's silence, it's peace.
You can't fake the attic mode, you just can't, either all the way in or not.
And right now just peering in, so close though, but not there, but close enough to feel it.
That moment of peace, where nothing else matters but 'now', when there is no tomorrow and today, well, what was that?
That moment where you're happy with yourself, your being, no matter how ugly the world thinks you are, no matter how dishonest others are, when in the attic, you're at peace with self, flaws, and could care the less about the motive of others, who don't exist in the attic.
In the attic, when reach the attic, most everyone is a '10', not really base on worthiness, but rather based on 'just because.
Oh gosh, feel attic slipping away, in that I got a bit to 'deep', which drew thoughts away from moment.
Thinking about or dwelling upon the hurt others have cost you is sure way to be pulled from the attic.
Late night in the attic, for when that other mood sets in...that twylight mood between here and there.
That moment between late night and tomorrow. Where you're kind of free to think and ponder, and where no one owns you until morning.
That quiet time, reflection time.
As I sit here in the dark I have two fans on, blowing at me...there's something therapeutic about the sound, the fast moving air.
It almost reminds me of being outside high in the mountains, where there's a natural breeze.
Outside of my own inner environment...I really don't need much anything else. All day tomorrow will simply be a distraction... No one seems to be able to do their job right, which effects yours...
I see, have to deal with, so much incompetence during the course of the day that it about drives you insane. People can be as incompetent as they want, but when their incompetents effects your ability to earn, then it gets frustrating.
People thrown, thrust, into positions that they're just not qualified, or lack training to fulfill.
Then the noise, traffic, trains, engines, sirens...it's all so artifiscal and unhealthy...at least in my opinion.
At least for me, right now, in this stage of my life, it is...
So I escape up into the 'attack' to chill...and to try to create a soothing environment in the dark, with no noise or disturbance.
Cause when I sleep, and wake up, I'll be thrust into that other world, whether I like it or not.
So I hang onto the night as long as I can.
This quiet spot in the attic...
Much more to follow...
6 years ago!, the very first post in 'Late Night in the Attic'
Wow, like going back in time, it's like this forum is a history book, what were you doing this day 6 years ago?
The Zone, this here Twylight Zone board, has endured over all these years, oh I feel like crying...wow...
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This is almost a 'Late night in the attic moment', but not quite.
Just not quite, in that, to tuned into reality, sort of, and weary of tomorrow.
Just not quite there, but close enough to post these thoughts.
It would be a late night in the attic moment if tomorrow wasn't looming, if it were Saturday night instead of Sunday night, for tomorrow brings nothing to me that matters, I can tell you that ahead of time.
Tomorrow simply brings meaningless activity for myself (maybe not you if your life filled with people you love and who love you) but for myself, all tomorrow brings is 'grey'.
Working around types who are to dense to see that people are more than what they see before their eyes, with lizard like brains analyzing things around them.
How is it that your pet dog or cat sees more potential in you than your average human does?
Oh well let me calm myself, and escape into the few more moments of 'now', before tomorrow comes rushing in.
Sometimes I wish heaven would be this place here, 'late night in the attack', a place where time just seems to stand still, when the next day seems so distant, and when the night just stretches on, that time when it seems nothing can touch you.
It can be hard to find this spot though, you really can't plan it, it just happens when it wants to or by accident, but when do find it, it's wonderful, peaceful and quite.
IF only Heaven could be a gigantic Mansion, with hundreds of rooms and marble floors, shiny as glass, and with mysterious tunnels and passage ways underneath, like hundreds of miles worth.
And a place where strange forces tickled you at night, forces that were curious about you, a bit shy, but not cruel or harmful, but rather playful, like self.
That would be heaven to me, a gigantic never ending Mansion, with new rooms to explore each day...where tomorrows were no longer feared.
Religions view of 'Heaven' basically sounds like an extension of mans Government to me, a place where there's a hiarchy, where have to get on knees and bow regularly, seems like mind control.
Something mans ego would come up with.
Where as in my heaven you'd just be left alone to explore, as long as 'good and decent'.