Rhapsody of Mastery Draw Back Art

By Billy Rubin

The World is in turmoil. The pandemic of individuality has darkened the humanity. There is light at the end of the tunnel and the light is within you. To find this shine for the world to see and for you to live your life fully, open up your senses. When you find the mastery inside you will build your relationships into a new level. These practical tools in this book will help you on the way to the new world. Nothing will be the same again. Change is the only constant. Welcome artist, see you on the other side.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Mar 23, 2020
• ISBN: 9781678037918

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Rhapsody of Mastery Draw Back Art

RHAPSODY OF MASTERY

DRAW BACK ART

Billy Rubin

Billy Rubin is an alias with a symbolism. I don’t need to emphasize my human personality as the author and chose to use an alias for a reason. I feel as if the thoughts are not mine but are brought to existence through me. As a writer I am just working as a conductor for the manifestation of the thoughts like the carrier of a message. As the red blood cells are the carriers of the oxygen to be used for the energy metabolism of the cells, bilirubin is the name for the pigment when the old red blood cells break down. Bilirubin is also a very strong antioxidant protecting the body from the damage of oxidation and aging. In the same way Billy Rubin is transferring the message for people to find a healthier way of life and helping them to age with dignity. I have written rather with a foreign language because I have felt how much easier my creativity flows with open valves and with less perfectionist editing of the text before anything appears at all.

Wake up,



Good night,

Sleep tight, 



But remind yourself to wake up,

Sweet dreams,



Wake up while you´re still asleep!

You can do that, believe me!!!

Try it before you discard it.

Purple misty mountains opening up in front of me. Gentle humid wind rattling my facial hair like a kiss from the Goddess. I am rising high. The ground under my feet is soft and gummy, like soft rubber that can stretch for miles. I am walking on a the largest trampoline in the Universe so dark and cold, but I am not. The moons of Saturn are circling my brain in unimaginable speed like the smoke coming out of my nostrils. I inhale before I exhale again. This is what life is all about. The dance of exhalation and inhalation in grand unison with the wholeness. I rest in the perfectednes being one with the whole. I know it all, I can feel it all until no more.

You think you know what I mean, but not yet you do.

Oblivion shattering through my consciousness forming into darkness with specs of light whirlpooling in the distance, but me in the center. I am the darkness being sucked, blackness of the omnipresent. I amness with no personality including it all, being here and there and nowhere in a moment. The moment stretching into motion, and motion through vibration into crystallized matter with the weight and hardness we call concrete. Concrete like real this is we and not just me.

I was mistaken, it was the misty fog swirling and no fire to be seen. I feel lost, forever more so, no Sun is than a tiny speck glimmering in the distance, ohh how I miss your warmth. How did I come here from there? I want to be everywhere. I answer to my question: I chose to be here in the form I made from the essence of it all and take it in with valor it can’t last no long. The darkness spits me into the light with pressure and pain of the galaxy exploding, I am here, I am you. Separate and one, you are my Sun. My Goddess in existence, you are my Mom.

Prologue

Life has a purpose, after all, and the purpose is to wake the fuck up, not to wake up in bed, or under the bridge for that matter, but to wake up. To find the enlightenment, awakening, the self realization! Who the fuck you are.
 The most important job in Life is to be Yourself! Answer given, so everyone can go home now, nothing to see here. Laugh out loud, the joke is on me. I know you’re not laughing yet, we don’t know each other well enough, it just started and we just met. That’s ok, nobody really likes me at first hand anyways. That has been the drama of my life. Feeling outsider, not being understood. I used to try to fit in, and be something. To please people. No wonder they didn’t like me then. I was dishonest, and we have built in sense for that. It has been a survival mechanism for millions of years for us to notice the dishonesty. It could threaten our safety if we didn’t. The careful ones survived and that’s why we learned to fear the others. Fear the opinions of others. Our own brings us safety. Building a bubble. That’s what we are damn good at. The consumer capitalist machinery has become awfully genius at feeding us with lies and so it is getting ever more difficult to notice when we are been fooled, and when we are been thrown a life raft out in the ocean. I fully understand that you don’t want to trust an unknown person, so don’t, I wouldn’t. I would possibly not even give them a chance, the rigid fuck I am. I will rather find out by myself and get hurt on the way. I have always been like that. Wacko a bit I guess. Learning by my own mistakes, until I learned to learn from other people's’ mistakes. Because I eventually did learn that, I felt almost obliged to write about it in one form or another, most likely in many.


The most important job in Life is to be Yourself! I know it’s hard, for the cunt you are, it was for me too. That’s the second reason why people don’t like me at first. I am too heavy a company for them. Too straight forward, but I got no time to be nice for the ones who ain’t ready to face the truth. I’m too solid and grounded for people, except when they are looking for that in their company, then they might like me sooner. Or if they are already on their path, and freely tolerate the diversity in people, then we have no problem at all.

So I’m a cunt and so are you, or so you are made to believe. We are fed all the bullshit about who you should be, what you should become, being successful, beautiful, rich and have your face in every place for others to see, have more education, titles, writing your CV in the cyber unreality. This is why you don’t really trust yourself either. You don’t truly trust anyone, but you live in a state of constant fear and anxiety building a fantasy avatar of your dreams in the socialess media.

What the fuck is that all about? May I ask, who’s the real cunt? No offence to the female