The Counselor Idealists are abstract in thought and speech, cooperative in reaching their goals, and directive and introverted in their interpersonal roles. Counselors focus on human potentials, think in terms of ethical values, and come easily to decisions. The small number of this type (little more than 2 percent) is regrettable, since Counselors have an unusually strong desire to contribute to the welfare of others and genuinely enjoy helping their companions. Although Counsleors tend to be private, sensitive people, and are not generally visible leaders, they nevertheless work quite intensely with those close to them, quietly exerting their influence behind the scenes with their families, friends, and colleagues. This type has great depth of personality; they are themselves complicated, and can understand and deal with complex issues and people.

Counselors can be hard to get to know. They have an unusually rich inner life, but they are reserved and tend not to share their reactions except with those they trust. With their loved ones, certainly, Counselors are not reluctant to express their feelings, their face lighting up with the positive emotions, but darkening like a thunderhead with the negative. Indeed, because of their strong ability to take into themselves the feelings of others, Counselors can be hurt rather easily by those around them, which, perhaps, is one reason why they tend to be private people, mutely withdrawing from human contact. At the same time, friends who have known a Counselor for years may find sides emerging which come as a surprise. Not that they are inconsistent; Counselors value their integrity a great deal, but they have intricately woven, mysterious personalities which sometimes puzzle even them.

Counselors have strong empathic abilities and can become aware of another’s emotions or intentions — good or evil — even before that person is conscious of them. This “mind-reading” can take the form of feeling the hidden distress or illnesses of others to an extent which is difficult for other types to comprehend. Even Counselors can seldom tell how they came to penetrate others’ feelings so keenly. Furthermore, the Counselor is most likely of all the types to demonstrate an ability to understand psychic phenomena and to have visions of human events, past, present, or future. What is known as ESP may well be exceptional intuitive ability-in both its forms, projection and introjection. Such supernormal intuition is found frequently in the Counselor, and can extend to people, things, and often events, taking the form of visions, episodes of foreknowledge, premonitions, auditory and visual images of things to come, as well as uncanny communications with certain individuals at a distance.



Saturday: Drizzle early in the morning; windy with periods of rain and a thunderstorm in the afternoon. Winds from the S at 12 mph.

Saturday Night: A couple of thunderstorms early in the evening; clearing and windy. Winds from the WSW at 14 mph.

Cheeba say there never been a day like today how you come into your own collapsing together but standing alone the telling of a tale as though destined to fail is folding and holding your arm to the molding. We scrape upward toward hope without any rope and creep in the midst of the mornings to breathe deep a song that your mind sings.

The answer only ever asked a question:
Anyone might be a miracle continuously reborn into cupped hands, however might all but an iota spill over would it seem love-soaked, or tragically,magically never nothing or something?
These gestures may be drowned, but they are all I have.
Do I de-exist?

I say no.
I say no to throwing my shoulder to the dust, to what-ifs and how-coulds and make-believes. I say no to my haunted dreams. I say no to my tired, taut shaking body and to the anguish of fear.
I hold dear to what is real and to this brief crackle of wet thunder.

How to Be

1. Dispertion of self.
2. Chew thoughts thoroughly.
3. Keep it clean, except when it’s dirty.
4. No need to be fucked up to open up.
5. When it feels right a day later, you know it’s true.
6. When it feels right 5 months later, you know it’s real.
7. Doused in words.
8. Open honesty, compassionate generosity.
9. Remember first you were an athlete,
10. And always you are a poet.

this is awkward.

A movement toward home, or toward softer sound waves? We left the words dripping wet on the line, their throats full of tears, and then we left them out to dry. They dried and malingered while the room burned with the heat of stars. Do they mean anything once they’ve dried?

Do I burn better by your side?

Can it exist without this enormous gravity?

I stand uncertain.

And still.

(I believe I prefer you)

pace y amor

Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons,
they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain and bitter;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.

Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs;
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.

You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy.

Max Ehrmann, Desiderata

cool cummings

“Do you believe in always,the wind
said to the rain
I am too busy with
my flowers to believe,the rain answered”
-e.e. cummings

But what of never, do you believe in never?
It never meant forever.
Wind shifts in moments, sunlight slanting through,
and down to the flowers which the rain grew,
winding through the same places,
touching them, softly, on the side
of the stomach of an instant,
after which we sat whimsically wondering
if the wind knew we were watching while it played its games,
waiting for the rain that came.

The rain came and made us soggy.
Waterlogged we were mussed.
Tempestuous perfervid always flowers believe!
Next to nothing sat the sun,
doing nothing, being warm.
We could shine a light on.
We could play a harp song.
In the wind that wonders,
In the sun that came,
In the flowers that will follow
and make love to the rain.

I am planning a revolution.
It involves pretty colors and sexy bodies.
More than that it entails the willing suspension of disbelief,
for the entirety of spring.
I dip my tongue into a bowl of ferocious.
Feathers, crystals, gypsy queens.
A few things.

This place is damp and ghostly
I am already gone.
And the halls were lined with the disembodied
and dustly wings, which fell from flesh

And I go where the trees go,
and I walk from a higher education
(for now, for hire)

And it beats me, but I do not know.

Palaces and stormclouds
the rough, straggly sage, and the smoke
and the way it will all come together
(in quietness, in time)

And you laws of property
you free economy
you unending afterthoughts,
you could’ve told me before –

Never get so attached to a poem
you forget truth that lacks lyricism;
never draw so close to the heat
that you forget that you must eat.

sunburnt out.

I wish to direct your attention to the left. Behold, a magnificant fetus, half-formed! Normally, we would push them back into the womb, but a few are very strong. Out they come, in need of respiratory assistance and suckling and constant maintenance. This particular fetus displays unusual brain wave activity. With innovative technology we have been able to create a system capable of deciphering this activity into language! Let’s see if he won’t transmit something to us.

they have outstanding claims i’m thinking my god man what’s to stop then from destroying my gelatinous body they will crunch me something is missing what is missing where has all the softness gone to these days?

i think i need to sleep.