Self -importance depletes, desecrates and decapitates our precious ruthless soul's intent which leaves us in a state of paranoid frenzy. We have no need to fill ourselves with overzealous pride and vanity. What on earth do we think we are doing? For what possible glorified reason, are we projecting an exaggerated veneered sense of self-vested vain induced ego-esteem soaked in beneficial aggrandizement except that we believe it will permit us to feel special for awhile?

When we begin to believe our own self-projected lies of how significant we are, and how much we contribute to welfare of those around us, we invite in the shallow honor of those 'not so deserving' people to courteously be in our presence to be enlightened by our sagacity. We instantaneously (as if on cue) ramble on with a dialogue of proposed never-before-presented wisdom for others to so graciously be allowed to hear.

We convince ourselves we have something significant to say and that 'they' need to hear it. Not only that, but we feel we are essential to the family, career, relationship by contributing to the emotional well-being of the others who are involved with us. We admiringly pat ourselves on the backs while silently congratulating those who are worthy enough to be in our intellectual, considerate and compassionate presence. Though these words may seem somewhat overstated, nothing could be further from the truth.

Woe be unto those who don't appreciate, acknowledge and treat us with the revered respect and admirable honor we so earnestly believe we deserve! How dare they diminish our importance, demean our contribution and deny our excellence. Have they been or are they currently asleep? Have they not seen what we have done for them simply because we love them so endearingly and have their best interest at heart?

Do they not know who they are dealing with? Why undoubtedly: We are the ones who make the difference in their (less than entertained) lives; we should be recognized for our engaging loving efforts in vested time, energy, support, encouragement and money.

But, IF these silently rehearsed refined suppositions are true, why, then, are we so unhappy, unsettled and unfulfilled? What base cause do we have to react so sensitively as if our 'feelings' have been shattered when one of the so mentioned members ignores us?

Bottom line: we are sick to death of the sound of our own reverberating stagnated voice of importance. Somewhere deep down in the very base 'gut instinct' of our sacred being, we realize we don't want or need all of that nauseous attention. In fact, it is the single most significant participating factor that feeds our ever increasing insecurities, fears and unrelenting confusion.

While we accept the attention with our left hand our right hand continues shoving out our irrefutable irritability, brandishing others with our undeserved off-handed curt rendered in slighted sarcasm.

How long must we continue fueling the fires of discontent when the truth is: we are perfectly soul satiated without the fan fare and glittery show! We are really quite simply, unfettered human beings who simply want the opportunity to learn what it is like to be really human with the divine grace flowing through us. We yearn to experience the extraordinary found in the ordinary moment to moment existence.

But pray tell, how does one do that in this world of spoon fed media consumed in pretentious idolatry of supposed importance with the consuming drive to 'be somebody'? We are forever bombarded from all sides to 'make it', 'get ahead', to be set up upon a pedestal of recognizable 'success' where we are adored and applauded? We must stop. Get off the train bound for self-annihilating destruction.

Can we all but remember how it is to listen and hear what the 'still small voice' in our GUT is whispering? It's ok to be in the gutter. It's perfectly alright not to know the answers, receive the benefits and flaunt the accolades. We can be embarrassed, afraid, 'feel like an ass' and not be diminished because of it. It's beyond wonderful not to need to be accommodated and applauded. These are some of the sacred sublime artistic remnants of our divine heritage.

We can bypass the vexation of the sprit whose temperature has been boiled to exploding by the unnecessary trinkets and trivialities offered in exchange for authentic passion. Why? Because such unrest to produce a turbulent heart and noxious mind comes from following the incessant cries of our ego needing to be noticed, valued and respected? In the final tally, we have No real need for such insipid stupidity and phony frivolity.

Moreover, in our increasing restless search to know what genuine self-importance is and why we are so driven lay the realization that sublime hallowed sexual energy is the highest form of spiritual energy available to mankind. The need to penetrate the unknowable inexplicable 'reason' for our existence is grand. (Buried deep in the unconscious drives tied to our sacred sensual sexual artistic expression). But we mask its expression by so many other diffused wants and subjected desires. We replace it with the superfluous desire to be important.

Right there in the untouchable regions {deep down in the gutter} of unshielded unexpressed guileless zest reigns the sanctified Solar Plexus of hallowed creative expression. It is here on perfectly holy ground where true innocence dwells and where beguilement never even visits. Unadulterated, unstoppable, uninhibited, unblemished, undeniable sublime incomparable zeal which causes one thigh to be thrust forward and followed by the other in an incomparable fashion of indisputable balance sustains us with nothing to added.

The unfolding/revealing our self-encased divinity is what we are enraptured with/by/on and for our life's journey on Earth.
We are 'naturally and conveniently' propelled to stand and plunge forward. We are alive, breathing and standing in our place of perfected sanctified embodiment.

This is the consecrated ubiquitous filling station where "the first shall be last and the last shall be first" roam freely. We are where are we are supposed to be for reasons we can't see. Incapable of interpretation or comment, we must subdue our vexatious nature to know more before it is time. We must be willing to receive ourselves nakedly undressed of all of the superficiality.

Completely raw and rough! Without any tainted hint of the question of, 'what will come from it' or 'if I do this will be better off". Better off than what? "Your actual indescribable passionate sensual sexual attractive eagerness for true electrified living?" I sincerely doubt it.

We must learn to trust and obey our own inner most instincts when every aspect (including people we say we love the most who mouths the same words of adoration) in the reasonable world say, do otherwise. We must dethrone the fiend of self-importance. Cast him into the sea of forgetfulness to be ripped asunder in his own self-projected emblazoned glory.