Bee Leave (Pollinate)

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we can begin somewhere. it matters not where we start but how far we are going to get there. the ways in which we converse with one another about any subject of interest would be to understand the story behind it. (the building blocks). herein this dance of infinite voices expanding from left to right – we often deal with people who are trolling, unconcerned, cynical and unwilling to change biases. this poison of miscommunication seems bettered remedied through the awareness of pathology.

it is of the uttermost importance that we not dismiss the facts or more importantly, the variables that make room for the most likely outcome. certainly, in life things sometimes just happen. the explanation for why something is; may require extra work and nuance. we are rarely if ever privy to the details of what makes something a whole. IF YOU ARE UP FOR A CONQUEST: (put a small droplet of water on a white LED screen and notice the small specs of the color spectrum.)

eventually, the bees leave they have work to do (pollinate) in the same fashion we believe. #savethebees (some of those beliefs don’t have to stick around) some of you may be wondering where are the leaves to go with these bees?

“believe like being the leaf that trusts and falls to the earth with faith and without thought.” chiquisoul

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to believe something is to imply there is something attracting you to this belief. it’s not always the truth that takes the stand. (especially in a culture intoxicated with rage and lack of nuance) to be skeptical is seen to in denial of another person’s experience. it’s an irrational assumption to deal with. we’ve always lived in a world where people can share a story. it doesn’t have to be a real story. it can be something they made up. if you think about how you hear most of your stories, you’d probably point to some sort of media. the media informs you of various propaganda correspondent to the world around you.

the media can be for the advantage of the facts or for triggered assumption in the people reading (the headlines) it is pretty easy to see that in this day and age – most media is built in the interest of making a profit. making a profit? but at what expense? could it be that the media will distort the facts in order to attract your attention? certainly. can you buy into the weekly flavor of reaction and dispose of nuance because something seems weird to you? OF COURSE. it’s not always easy doing the work. if you really want to understand something, you have to do more than bee leave it. you have to actually connect the pieces. follow what the available evidence suggests. read and then make informed decisions centered in a focused direction which favors the data.

people when telling stories often glamorize some of the details. sometimes they will convince themselves of something that never truly happened. in desperation, cold hearts seek another foul remedy. their keys will return to locked doors, however. you can knock and beat the door all you want. a lie can’t come into the truth’s entry. it may smash the windows, redecorate the furniture, color the walls, and replace the fixtures but the foundation and access door, can’t be abolished. try as they might, the truth always wins.

the truth does not win because it sought to be a champion.  the truth is standing there naked and exposed waiting to be embraced not shamed. a lot of things are weird. it’s weird how society doesn’t talk about trauma. what’s worst is that we often poorly if ever really seek to heal our trauma because we justify why it happened. we allow it to become normal. it’s weird how we invalidate our own experiences because we think we are always in control. very few things we control. we were given our names. places of birth. our parents. so many elements of life you had no direct participation in. yet, we are responsible to live with these circumstances. our minds and ultimately the story we tell ourselves is what we go with.

stories which involve extortion, gaslighting, predatory behavior and the like; more times than not, follows a specific pathology. surprises do happen. but we often miss what’s available at the surface and this applies to things that are weird too.

have you ever heard a song randomly and it completely thwarted you away from excitement? yeah, it’s not very pleasant, but it begs the question – where do we begin to build a better playlist for ourselves? how do we have these very real conversations without beginning at a place of blind faith?

so…

what can we do about the inevitable? when it comes knocking with a loud siren. the bells are going off like keys, trumpets, and rumbling thunder. be still i say. keep still as to not bother the echoes inside of you. observation is key but silence is a monstrous nucleus. there’s melody inside which is why the opposition to that (noise) is distracting by usually serving no justice to attention. the more actively intuned one is, makes them hip to the nature of sound around them.

if you are going to be hip – KNOW by being aware of points in how they intersect with what is drawn on the board.

Inspired

Inspired to go somewhere.

To fly into the presence of persuasion.

To count the stars while breathing in the dust from starlight pyramids.

I’m looking to find deep treasures buried in the bowl of my intent.

I’m not always ready to face the monster of realization because it taunts imagination.

I can clearly see where I’m gonna be.

I can taste the freshest waters of futuristic manifestation.

Yet here I stand.

Frail with a desire to move but lacking the gas and stimulation needed to cough up a revival of the chase.

When one can feel the power of intensity one then realizes the goal of emphasis.

The Word is moving upon my lips, and my vision is multiplying into endless translations.

My life is turning into a maze of possibilities.

Never before have doors become reflections of interest.

In the heat of my incentive, I’m inspired to reach places unseen before.

I’m following the trail of ancestral geometry.

The guide of the stars is mapped by close study of arrival.

I’ve been preparing myself.

I’m having to really trust myself more than ever.

I’ve always had people tell me I’m capable and I really believe it – but now I’m having to put that in motion.

Something about being 24 // Love is serving me some demands.

I’m just having to trust that all of this study is gonna pay off.

(Which I know it will) it’s just my experiences are teaching me a lot about myself.

New things are happening.

Still dealing with this and dealing and that.

Now more than ever my perception is being framed by my experiences and actions.

I’m inspired to redeem that which was lost.

To mend that what was invisibly broken, but now clearly seen in lines ahead.

Inspired to be.

Inspired for the sake of inspiration.

Inspired because there is work ahead.

I’m inspired because there is a fire in the motivation of silent motion.

Sonic Blister(s)

To believe what is actual, not being deceived by how it appears. Sure, our frames of perception can be colorful and wide; but if we are gonna make a factual statement about another subject….It’s best to be sure to check the mathematics of your analysis.

Look Twice, Homie!

In the best of passion, we are often arrested in our own thrills. Caught in the rapture of our meaning and forgetful to the other side of the pole. This happens to the best of us. Our voice and more (visibly) our words are devices of construction. We are building a universe by the words we speak and by the intent we set. When having a conversation fueled with passion and dedication, remember to share the ball. If not, conversation becomes a sport and we begin to rectify Shakespeare’s Monologues. Caught up in our own whirlwinds of speech, cutting aimlessly in the air, making all of the scores.

“Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue: but if you mouth it, as many of your players do, I had as lief thetown-crier spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air
too much with your hand, thus, but use all gently;
for in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say,
the whirlwind of passion, you must acquire and begeta temperance that may give it smoothness. O, it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious
periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to
very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings, who for the most part are capable of nothing but
inexplicable dumbshows and noise: I would have sucha fellow whipped for o’erdoing Termagant; it
out-herods Herod: pray you, avoid it.”
– Hamlet: Act 3, Scene 2

I remember having to remember that monologue in theater class, and it’s always stayed with me. 😀

I could only imagine those on stage back then, would sometimes get caught up in the drama of the moment. Going way too far into their passions, and using their hands and body with too much weight and detail. Which Shakespear was not too fond of. He understood the need of temperance, which would allow a sort of smoothness. He wanted to avoid at all cost, the act of ‘Trying Too Hard’.

Maybe Shakespeare knew, people could see right through the act, and it was determined to sway through the disappointment of overdoing it.

This sets a remarkable parallel to the act of exercising on our madness. We can be thrown into our own passions at quite the cost, and this gives way to Sonic Blisters.

What are Sonic Blisters?

Sound trapped in some kind of emotional cut, and when we feel the cut, we scream. We act on the drama that we experience and are honest to whatever the feeling brings forth. If it’s frustration, it’s frustration. If it’s kindness, it’s kindness. Sometimes we can bleed too far into the outrage and it becomes overwhelmingly too much – but these blisters are controlled through sound.

Looking Twice // Listening Closely.

 

Signature Discovered

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I have a KNEW signature and it discovers itself through the writing of my hand. I can write with anticipation because I am found through what is seen!

I can write with anticipation because I am found through what is seen!

Eye see apprehensions being tickled by the feather of unconsciousness.

He who hallucinates the prowess of the text has been discovered by the letters.

Again you’ve awakened from the dream and have seen the transcending light.

So we have walked passed the stars and constellations, being marked by a sharper virtue of knowledge.

Suddenly we are being approached by the casting realms which swallow us whole.

Our bellies are left starved for food, anticipating the consumption of eternal ingredients.

With what our eyes see, the chakras are being passed within us and our mind understands the shapely dominion.

Creatures of old visit us in the dreams of our silent awareness, they come with formulas and portions healing and solving our mathematical adventure.

They have the hearts of children, teaching in honest anticipation of the answer.

Their eyes are being lit up by the expedition of our journey.

Sojourning with mirrors of context and true believability we see the likeness of all we meet.

The sounds I have begun to understand have covered me in the code that is out there!

The compass is no longer jaded by measures of our own self-discovery.

The alignments are not willing to wait but to join within the noise.

Thoughts which desire to add only takes away from what is already there.

Wholly the figures are ONE, without elimination but with a signature embrace.