Tuesday, February 10, 2026
My imagination is like a clean, almost sterile work environment, uncluttered, and ready to intend, each day. If a “suggestion” is made by my imagination, I often reject it, especially if it doesn’t align with my preferences. Remember, the mind is a subordinate. It’s not to interject with its own stuff – the dredging of the past. I, the sovereignty, reign and overrule it.
Keeping the imagination uncluttered is an evolving skill, especially for those who don’t understand that the narrator in the head is not the boss. You aren’t the listener or observer either. I can’t tell you who you are, but you reign over the narration and can overrule it.
A cluttered, clingy mind is like having a studio to paint a lovely picture, and you cannot even find a space to work or know where you’ve put your brushes. The cobwebs, boxes, the past, and despair are detritus in the imagination. If the imagination is filled with lack, how can I create more?
Imagine a canvas – bright, clear, and clean. You cannot paint a lovely picture on a dirty canvass, filled with nightmares, fire-breathing demons, darkness, and despair. The True Painter knows how to work from a clean slate. To purge old stories and keep the work space sacred.
Like money, the mind is a tool. Money is a terrible master, painted into a god with teeth, power, and prominence. The mind believes it’s ruling the world, and it’s failing miserably. The mind is a terrible thing to waste because it’s filled with waste and continues to consume waste.
The mind is wasting away inner cleanliness. No room to create? Clear the clutter. Get clear. Make space and paint a lovely picture. Sovereignty reins over doom by making room, and on that Light Canvas, it paints pictures of marvelous beauty, yet unseen.