Wednesday, October 7, 2026
The outlook is grim. The forecast is bleak. The projections are crumbling and closing in. The outlook never looks abundant, until you start the inlook.
Your outlook is your own, limited view from a lonely window called “me.” The outlook is affixed to all external parameters from the budget to the timeline; from the consultant to your horoscope; and from the encroaching deadline to the “ending of life.” Google your symptoms, and the outlook is a downward spiral to the void.
The outlook is a cloaked menace who seems to prompt you to quickdraw action. The outlook is a preoccupation with inches, dollars, seconds, and rulers or markers of future “performance.” It’s like saying, “I can’t build my home because I have no inches, no feet, no yards.” During The Depression, people killed themselves because their dollars vanished. They were so poor, they lost “everything.”
When you inlook, parameters vanish. I won’t be rushed, scared, or prompted into premature action. I don’t care what the outlook “says.” The outlook cannot dictate. I’m immune to such a lie!
Inlooking “contains” all the treasures – a vision so fair, so bright, so abundant, and so free of goddamn problems! The outlook makes you rush – never a creator will you be under such perfunctory limit, duress, and “pressure,” a falsehood of a universe which runs dry.
The inlook is a lasting foretaste – leisure, pleasure, treasure, and immeasurable timeless peace and joy. It’s forever giving and forgiving, full of love and suspense, yet never ominous. It overlooks the desultory outlook and sees a burning vision, so fair, so bountiful, and so easy.
But only you can “see clearly.”
Heaven stands squarely within this clarity. Your vision, your hope, your desire, your dreams – that’s inlook flanked by, supported by, and illumined by and of its own Light of Lights.
I will not be tormented by physical fluctuations and “grim projections.”
I am immune, and the parameters can kiss my ass.