blessings // buttons y'all ~ here is where you can push the buttons of meaning and poetic interpretations of angel & angle windows of insight. peek around, there's a lot to see. (you may discover a key) For me? To sew is bestow! (buttons are like seeds) my aim is to frame THAT name : my sight is to ignite and thus write N2 PARADISE CLARITY. (for what is understanding if not for the s3arch & struggle to get there?)
In this video: I sew 14 buttons on a new pair of *BLUE DENIM LEVI JEANS* something, I never thought I’d ever wear again. 24 minutes of mostly ASMR motion. The results were satisfactory and the therapy was needed. Hence the silence, for the majority of this video. This was a very much an ASMR inspired video. No whispering but careful attention to where I was going with the needle and thread.
This is the result @ ::: 23:16 – 23:38
Much more coming: BE OUT ON A LOOKOUT FOR PART 7 HERE!
In episode five of : How To Sew A Button – We’re back to the 2 hole button! I did less talking in this one with instead captioned instructions. At the end of the video I also add a short poem alongside with transitionary phrases of outfits.
In the 4th episode of ‘How To Sew A ButtoN’, I’ll teach you how to sew a 4 hole button (again) with this being a series, keep in mind….it’ll get more random as it continues. I can only imagine what awaits us 36 episodes down the line…on the 40th episode! we shall see! Until then, stay in tuned here on my website for new upcoming additions and reflections. Welcome to any new viewer who have been peeping out my webpage. I hope to connect with more folks in the real, via algorithmic persuasion! Blessings, y’all ! ❤
i’ll teach you how to sew a 2 (:) hole button. it’s easier than it looks, blessings! this is how i like to do it, you may have another way! this is to no dismay, for sharing is caring ! blessings !
this will be a SEVENTY SEVEN episode endeavor – featuring various ways of sewing. wrong ways, right days, a collection of variances and similarities. on the 7th episode – stay tuned to ‘here’ for a special announcement!
In the first episode of this series, I teach you how to sew a 1 (u) hole button.
this will be a SEVENTY SEVEN episode endeavor – featuring various ways of sewing. wrong ways, right days, a collection of variances and similarities. on the 7th episode – stay tuned to ‘here’ for a special announcement
*this was a poetic piece I created for IGF (Irreducible Grace Foundation) in collaboration with Ms. Jane and Dr. D : they both helped me to reach into that place within me – to convey sincerity and honesty through the power of breathing amidst the search of discovering who I am… this is the poetic piece I wrote out describing who I am. it has typically been difficult for me to name specifics of who I am but now, I am more assured in the discovery of ‘what’s in a name’ that I have no reason to be ashamed. blessings y’all! ❤ *
i am : Arican. who like most of us, were raised on colonized and stolen lands. (If not in location, in mind bands )
i come from : radical and religious sentiments! an environment which reinforced to me that my questions : were far too deep! that my interrogations of life’s contradictions were far too steep! The church, the Bible, and the Holy Ghost was our daily bread and butter, because if not in the name of Jesus – every other voice? could stutter!
when you look at me: you see – brown skin, large buttons, and thick locks of hair – they’re not dreadlocks, that would imply they’re dreadful and they’re not. you will also see, your own confirmation biases, but ULTIMATELY what you see are scattered remnants of survival.
When I look in the mirror : I see a man attempting to advance a better world through struggle and the sharing of joy through creation and revolutionary politics. I see a window at odds with dialectical history // worlds interlocked unfolding, the deeper and reachable mystery.
What you don’t see is : a man seeking to heal trauma that has flustered me. My ‘First & longest relationship was with someone who used the language of love but never matched practice with theory. I was 18, freshly graduated from high school : ready to move to another country to escape the command & rule.
I get stressed out : when I neglect to see what has been proven to be within me. when in stress, my will is often a mess out at every express, I soon begin to digress. All of these things and more can be the case, which is why instead i take a pause ______ and breathe, to make space.
Itake care of myself by: breathing within and remembering the various tools i have for access. Just as sewing and writing pens are tools of connection : so is breathing. i like to breathe using the 4 for 4 method.
Take 4 seconds to INHALE (through your nose) HOLD your inhale at the top for 4 seconds Take 4 seconds to EXHALE (through your mouth)
*4 counts in between each breathe !*
when you take deep breath it activates the vagus nerve – sending a message to yo brain that you are calm..
we win when we breathe from within. There is no end, only the will to perpetually transcend! whether your at 0 or 10 – i recommend, you find that space and begin.
::: “i say this to you, so that you know that : ACCESS is from within, when placed in an uneasy or stressful situation, remember that you have the tools and can get to that place of healing and rest.”
i often use this tool when i am stressed about something i can’t easily each or obtain. this technique is often used in combat – to calm the fighter before and after a situation. May you find it useful in any stressful situation!
2.) = the 2 hole buttons which act as one straight line. (:)
1.) = the invisible shank where there’s a wired loop underneath. (n)
4.) = the 4 hole buttons which can be sewn as (X) or (::) these are most common on dress shirts which often come in 7 buttons going down from top to bottom.
buttons INDEED connect and the ‘gesture’ of button therapy is the search to bring clarity! if not for buttons on our clothes, we wouldn’t have a united force which harmonizes the divide. buttons are blessings, y’all! in the same way, every one of the blessings in my life have united me to a deeper connection and understanding.
i’m distracted by an invisible, obscene light! it’s beams have blinded my flight, my knees encapsulated very tight, as to not refuse this surrender in near sight. historically, the scenes have been rewritten by bourgeois state, propaganda page – it is of this unprecedented age – wherein our search for truth, has lost its REASON.yet, others mention : ‘tis the SEASON!
&…as much as i can appreciate ‘ALL OF THE LIGHTS’ which come with this very spirit and time, unfortunately the cookies and sweetness do not adequately rhyme.my *c3l3bration* is displaced _ for the pages have been spoiled through revisionist stains, an aroma so abhorrent it confuses your BRAIN!
they got you SOLD, through mere packaging and characters TOLD. Santa or Jesus come quickly, for the time is nigh! what stands to reckon with the shoulder and thigh? most of everybody seems to reside on the ‘merry fairy’ – hands full, chugging with a chug of hot cocoa and cider! they got their stockings full with Rudolph on call, if ever they’re in need of a rider. meats, staggering eyes, and holiday cheer! for ‘Christmas and ‘Knew’ is often wrapped as ‘The Most Holy Time of the Year’.
but i’m feeling distant and enclosed, like an envelope that never reached across the shore. up and around with star clouds circling rain, crowning promises with heights capable of steady gain. stretched from bone to rock – appealing for breathable fiction to arise and flock. gathering clusters of ancient and mystical craze // finding delight in sensory history – wedged between mushroom and daisy blistery. according to a will that’s real and not faint. one couldn’t paint this taint through lecture of structure but by a compelling deal. which is what’s real. real as in real ISOLATION _ dislocated memories rewritten by highjacked and embezzled CONSTELLATIONS.
it’s been in the works for a long time! forgotten is the said formulation of demonstrable protest and awakening. narratives are then created to depict a revisionist herstory. changing the form from body to glory : extinguishing the spirit and orchestrating the story, thus leaving the remnants of this TALE – engaged in dichotomy, fought tooth and nail. with the essences of all that is taught and unlearned : i request of the guest of my soul – a quest that may reimburse the TOLL. for my mercies have been SPENT, bruised and hidden from the ears in where my whispers could VENT.
for : the veil has been torn but also worn. through the mention of its appearance, you’re soon subject to its absurd adherence. we wear *with despair’ all of which, spontaneously comes our way. it is with this notion, that we fluctuate and dismay. but are we tempted to disguise – what may be left to surrender or arise? from out of the dark, hallow, and encrusted flame, our integrity is sentenced to return to a place where there’s no name. it rhymes with real but it’s not a shady deal. tho, invisibly embodied as spirit and intention, there is no mention – of the friction and tension – of the thin sheet which misplaces ones attention.
N2021 – for 3 months, I shall rewind from Z 2 A and i must say: what was already said, remained laid – bare and uncovered on my bed. words which were misplaced and spoken and saved as a lifeline, have now been forged by the consequential flame of a spoiled vine – one that can be followed through***- one that can be played AHEAD. if you follow along, the buttons will connect with embroidery THREAD. so follow along with me from Z 2 A – many more animations and symbols to display!
**** RUISOPC 3 MONTHS (3,7,10,14,17,21,28) // sunday’s, wednesday’s,saturday’s // instagram live, twitter, twitch, youtube, str3aming s3rvic3s, 3tc…*** UP UNTIL ‘URISOPC’ is released!
“The Words Of My Burden, Have Trouble Catching Up With Your Relief.”
Milllaca wrote this signature every day, in hope that Salvanix would read the letters of his heart. he knew he never could write in vain, for these were words too powerful to disqualify. everyday he wrote that these troubles would run very fast to the relief of a situation. he felt that Salvanix, the lady & love of his life – could never understand the true emotions his burden.
Milllaca understood his troubles could never run faster than the relief of Salvanix. therefore, he wrote to her every day the letters of his compassion and she answered them in coy smiles.
wearing fitted suits every day – Milllaca & Salvanix did this – only in public, to display their fixed attitudes on the moving galaxies around them.
Salvanix often questioned why he did things so, Milllaca always argued back and said this was just his “flow”.
living in a serene compartment to avoid the weight of the outside associations, they kept themselves schooled in acknowledging – every speaking solitude. Milllaca tightly cuffed himself within the links of his fashion.
while Salvanix fastened herself in the loose possibilities for more freedom.
however, there came a time when the perfection of each profession became far too controlled. when the time came to move from the confides of peace, the both of them moved to the wild islands of the open future ahead of them.
the colors of this island reminded them of where they both started the existence of themselves. it was something about the bright colors of the butterfly wings which carried the significance to each of them.
the rocks on this island felt more real than it did before, and Milllaca felt he would never return to the compartment of confinement again.
here he was truly free and felt comfort in his clothes being loose on his body. the freedom of the “fit” proved successful, as he could fly with Salvanix without restraint. the ropes of hesitation always flew against the wall of Salvanix’s certainty. he knew deep inside she had to fly, but flying with him would still never catch up to her relief.
Salvanix cried every night because Milllaca could never escape the signature she thought was written on the tables of confinement. as the trees listened to her tears, Milllaca became very apprehensive in the way Salvanix read his emotion. he then wrote after having conversation with the trees a new signature to his beloved Salavanix: “The Words Of My Relief, Have Trouble Catching Up With Your Burden”.
Salvanix stood very still, in the silence of emotions, and looked up with intensifying realizations into Milllaca’s dark brown eyes. Milllaca knew what was required and it was unequivocally more than a signature.
remembering the fitted allegiance to the control of their galaxies, he fastened his buttons in hope for an indication that he could still exist in confinement. In tightening his cuff links, he felt a scream within the sound of each agreement that he would be leaving the bagginess behind.
Salvanix SCREAMED…”Milllaca the signature requires more than a tight fix. I’ve never disqualified freedom in confinement, but you sometimes chose to live in a way which prohibits freedom.
live inside of me and exercise your words and I will attempt to drink your burden, but you must find a way to DEMONSTRATE to me your desired relief!”
Milllaca felt the hunger in his soul roar for the relief to be shown. he knew the natural urge was correspondent to the clashing chemical reactions in the room.
the button was the body in which the thread brought life and function. the cufflinks in the same manner, were a steadfast reminder of embodied stylized finesse. these buttons and cufflinks were emblematic of freedom fighters and his ancestral history.
to Millaca, these buttons and cuff links held significant meaning as each of them carried a record of recognition. not to mention the variation of color and styles made it an always faithful tool.
Salvanix hoped to discern the meaning behind the multiple curtains drawn. the ropes and walls of certainty both at odds with each other. as, she thought of the colorful islands and memories of the butterflies found. she then gazed upon these memories and removed her frustrations by unbuttoning the inhibitors holding her back.
Millaca and Salvanix both realized the embodied signatures required to bring relief or cause burden was never unable to be solved // they only needed to communicate the will to fly or to stay at bay. words and sentences never needed to catch up, they only needed to be demonstrated by a faithful and most understood signature.
today i learned is National ‘Count Your Button Day!” it happens every 21st of October! i’ve long been fascinated with buttons as a form of accessory, design, and placement. the act of sewing a button down is very therapeutic for me. hence ‘button therapy’. it’s a symbol of accomplishment and story telling.
how many buttons are too many? some would argue / there’s never enough buttons! they’re people with jars and boxes – never ending stacks upon stacks of buttons from varying sizes and kinds. i could get lost (and have spent a lot time organizing and separating by color and kind.) it doesn’t end. i started to take all my buttons out and count them individually but not only is that incredibly daunting – I don’t want to make the time for that. who am I counting them for? do I send the number to the national button collection agency for a raffle for more buttons?
buttons are blessings, truly! they provide different ways of seeing color and direction. I wear enough buttons to make noise to my dryers. I come to make noise or at the very least a jingle and song. the louder the better! I been making dryer machines sing melodies since 2011. 😀 (it’s been 9 years since I started sewing buttons regulary)
growing up in my old church – there was a congregational song commonly sang *one that I still sing very often to myself*
“COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS! NAME THEM ONE BY ONE! COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS SEE WHAT GOD HAS DONE! COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS! NAME THEM ONE BY ONE! WHY DON’T YOU JUST COUNT YOUR MANY BLESSINGS! SEE WHAT GOD HAS DONE?”
blessings, y’all! I love saying that! it’s a proper greeting! blessings! blessed be! we’re blessed and highly favored! blessed cuz we have seeds that can grow into multi-colored flowers!
i’ve said it before and many have seen it before – but BUTTONS CONNECT! the future *may* be wireless but buttons are right now. buttons, wires, cords, switches, are all physical knobs we could use right now. my curriculum as of late has been stitching, sewing, and cutting various threads.
WHAT IS BUTTONS CONNECT?
well think about it. buttons do connect. if an articel of clothing is divided by space – it’s secured safely by connecting the button. it’s a simple mechanism that has changed the game in terms of functionality and aesthetic appeal.
color on white
a door and circle
I formed the idea behind ‘buttons connect‘ as I realized the therapeutic value it created for me. I saw a story behind the button instead of just seeing it as an accessory. buttons are probably the easiest way to add color to an outfit without being too flashy or extravagant. there’s a story behind everything and buttons happen to be about the most reasonable of all functions – CONNECTION.
buttons are so common that you probably don’t know anyone who has NOT worn any article of clothing without them. they are THAT functional and plentiful. the button would be nothing however without the thread which holds it down. this string provides enough girth and strength to keep the button fastened to the surface.
looking like here is not where it use to be
in the same manner, the thread is nothing without a medium – this is where the needle makes its introduction. the thread is then carefully inserted into the needle hole and then fastened at the end, which creates a knot. these things must come together, this is likened to a seed. there is a need for fertile ground, an energy source, and then water to flourish a flower. in order for a button to connect:
you need only a button, thread, and a fertile (stable) surface in order for the needle to go through to stabilize the connection.
buttons connect is a movement where I am bridging the gap between use and misuse. remixing by adding and subtracting. changing. this is a new movement where there’s an emerging statement. my feet are arrows because it aligns with the idea of me going all over the place. the green arrows keep going and flowing!
buttons connect attempts to listen to what our hearts say and channeling that information into our creations so that we connect with one another and free ourselves from the mental baggage that we have been laced with since birth. buttons connect is connecting those encoded symbols in a way that frees our minds and hearts from the illusion of the false fabric of reality so that we can begin to sew and weave our own realities in a way that connects each of us with one another in creative ways.
you can start with something simple – then transform it and recycle it from what it was into something that you want it to be. turn less expensive things into fashion statements and weave them into your new fabric of reality. buttons are a great symbol of taking something which we all have access to, and recycling it into something new based on the moment and occasion.
(rift your thrift!)
this is all creating more instead of consuming! we have to connect and work with one another to build new patterns into the framework of reality after untying and unravelling the influences of the previous world of illusions which is keeps us tied down into a system (*stares in capitalism*) that has never been in our best interest. here is to reconnecting to our hearts to become our own weavers of our own realities!
connect with me by sharing the ways you’ve seen parallels between what is spoken and what is not. the thread is not as alien as it may look. it’s a small world but a larger one when you can remove the veil and understand what was there all along.
When you take action against a cause are you doing it because of a reason beyond? That is to say – do we factor in how we judge something based on the intent? We’re not always given insight before we make impulse judgments. (And before you think you don’t – think about how quickly we make them.) There’s very little rhyme or reason as to why people believe what they do. Therefore, we should already have the understanding of the ridiculous from the jump. Surprises don’t have to come so sudden – keep a bit of worry in your pocket at all times.
I remember I would debate with people on how morality arrived in humanity. People like Ravi Zacharias were my heroes because it made perfect sense to me that Morality came from a code. This code had an origin and this origin was from God. I had the *unfounded* belief that people couldn’t just be good. They had to have a REASON!
Ironically, I never did things just to be rewarded by some system that favored my goodness. However, I knew and know a lot of people who think that way. Who think – the only reason why their sane is because of a code they MUST follow. If it wasn’t for the moral code, they’d do what they really want to do. I find this framework somewhat terrifying because codes like plans change. When they change you either adapt or act out against normality.
We don’t always have a reason other than ‘Just Cuz’. This isn’t always sufficient for establishing the ground of our processing ability. For instance, if you’re engulfed in a debate and your argument rests on “cuz I said so’ that’s a fallacy. Now if you say ‘It is what it is’ people get pissed. There isn’t anything really wrong with that statement and I probably say it more often than not. It just is cuz things beyond my reason to understand it make it so. Doesn’t mean that I don’t have anything else to say but I accept things are the way the rock n roll of cause and effect.
Mental Hopscotch can be exhausting when the rules are based on who agrees or who doesn’t. The pressing reason to exist is sometimes enough. Owing autonomy to someone else is really the best you can. This is where respect comes in regardless of your reason. Respecting people in the perception that you consider and have empathy for any human being. Respecting their agency. This should be freely given to everybody. Now asking somebody to submit to your authority or the law – that’s the kind of stuff that is earned.
How can we make a difference in this world if we are so set against each other? At some point we’re gonna have to look each other and face what’s looking back at us. There’s no reason to be afraid. To make rash judgments and be guided by our biases. Some of us ain’t playing fairly. Life is much like driving – you don’t just drive for yourself. They’re other people in the road and some of them didn’t learn the same way or even at all. Despite this, we don’t have to subject to nonsense. There’s a rapid disease spreading currently which exists to dethrone facts.
“In school, rarely do we learn how data become facts, how facts become knowledge and how knowledge becomes wisdom.” – Neil Degrasse Tyson
Everything always goes back to school. What we’re learning, what we ain’t. Our whole life gives us a chance to correct backward thinking. No one is safe when knowledge is available to us all. Anyone is capable regardless of where you fit on the spectrum.
There’s a reason beyond that can be found within our memories. Just where we would be without our memories? If memories suddenly vanished from our brains we would repeat the same actions over and over again. You learn based on what has happened and you make the decision to act better to avoid whatever may come against you.
What I’m saying ain’t really new from before..*Back to your regularly scheduled program.*
Yep, we all got programs and we turn off the ones our wires don’t respond to. It’s all connected and at the same time, it ain’t. It means whatever you want it to mean. Which is a lot or a little or simply nothing at all.
If you steer too far right you eventually gonna get left. Stay in your lane and don’t spare too many of your pennies on the counter. When all is summarized – everything is gonna need to be accounted for. To every cent that is gained- it is measured a collective sum. It all counts, homie! Put every ounce of your passion in conveying the message to the heart. What you say carries merit. These words mean something and the demonstration of them are the essences of honesty.
What you say is recorded, what you do is embedded in the memories of your selection. Be on the look out. Draw your vision and dream boards. Plan ahead and do your thing! Like sewing, a button on a shirt…everything goes in and goes out…..
I’m gonna weave in and weave out. All while remaining present in my spelling and posture of delivery. I’m gonna be cool and own the space around me. Not finding too much closure in the loose ends but enough to be fitted in the time of my arrival. I’m gonna look into the eyes of those who I transfer a message and understand the writing on the walls. I won’t be plagued by the seemingly impossible but brought to light by reality.
I’m gonna come around the corner and jump the block. Nothing is gonna stop my determination because integrity in myself is fueling my acceleration. In and out. Stop and finish. A game that the two of us can play if we learn to be cool. Cool is not sweating the phases of life in whatever way they show. You know, weave in and weave out.YES