The fear of boredom grapples with me again when I consider unconditional love. If the word gets out that I will love people no matter what they do, how open to exploitation do I become? I feel vulnerable to exploitation because I am scrupulous about telling the truth and I look for ways to love others regardless of how they treat me. This means that people often take the opportunity to be complete cunts because they sense that they can be so with impunity. Or are they horrible to me because I am a monster of complacency and pride? --that's another feature of unconditional love: you end up being generous to a saintly degree towards others, but to yourself you are the nastiest bastard. Spiritual pride knocks at the door and self-pity is only too ready to let him in. Reading Esoteric Healing I learn that the advanced man has five chakras functioning--four above the diaphragm and the base of the spine chakra. The sacral chakra that governs the sex drive has, presumably, given all of its energies to the throat chakra. In other words, if you presume to become a domestic cat in the household of the Gods, you will be doctored. And you spend your days and night catawauling.

Reading Acharya S on UFOs, he quotes an authority saying that aliens have been living among us and protecting us from an attack in an interstellar war. My first reaction was, "Oh good! There is a war in the heavens". This revealed how warlike I am, what an innate warmonger I must be and probably the best reason in the world why the aliens have so far made not made their presence known. I am so afraid of boredom I am pleased to learn that life holds all the excitement of war even in the stellasphere. How crass is that?