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?)
i find it curious, that when folks check in on you, they continue with wonder: “how have you been? what have you been up too? long time no talk too, what’s been happening?” however, those same people can’t / wouldn’t / haven’t – taken anytime to press play to engage in your latest creation.
if you want the message to relay; indeed all you need to do is press play and LISTEN! (i would really appreciate your feedback / criticisms especially if you make it through the whole thing!
this project was originally released 2 years ago as a written text, featuring 10 chapters with a lot of colorful poetry and allegory. i’ve done the difficult arrangement of writing, editing, and recording it all. There’s no ‘physical’ copy of this book yet because i really want folks to listen as opposed to flipping through the pages and missing something.
Typos notwithstanding, there’s a message! May you get through! Whether through the Angel (😇) or Angle (📐)
Blessings and thank you for everyone that has taken the time! This was done at no cost to you, but if you wish to give a love token and donation :
we are living in a CRUMB SOCIETY, numb to sobriety but constantly fed with intoxicated waste renewing the insatiable taste. skyscrapers in the city, with flashing lights and parking entrances lit pretty. surrounded by security brick walled fences, spyware and firewalls for instance: while surveillance is factored in, just like a factory setting comes programmed from within. production is on the line, labor exploitation becomes the pantomimed. puppets and strings, relationships or flings? like CRUMBS, falling from the bite of the cookie, mere CRUMBS. that’s what we are offered. ALSO BECAUSE THAT’S WHAT THEY WANT US TO SEARCH FOR. WHO IS “THEY’? = They are the capitalist and corporate ruling class; the same ones doing all the stealing, and the wheeling of propaganda to keep you confused and pledged to their will. it’s a diabolical and violent ill, because they give us the snack crumble, while they keep the whole pie! AS if they could provide you a valid reason why? HERE IS ONE : WE ARE GIVEN THE CRUMBS: JUST ENOUGH TO INDICATE THAT SOMETHING WAS EATEN AND LEFT OVER ON OUR FACE. OR WHICHEVER PLACE. BUT THAT SOMETHING DOESN’T MEASURE TO EXACTLY HOW MUCH WE ACTUALLY ATE. you know how crumbs are left forgotten on your chin, when talking to a stranger and no friend? when ain’t nobody tell you, those CRUMBS were left at the corner of your mouth’s turn? those CRUMBS have spoken for a desire to LEARN. they were left elsewhere, found on your shirt. just like dirt, hidden in between all of your forgotten nooks and crannies, some of y’all : even got crumbs in your panties! yikes : the cross contamination & intersected damnation, at a location not too FAR from your teeth biting into this struggle BAR. quite soon it’ll melt & stain! wouldn’t that be a shame ? but it ain’t just you, we all belong to this CRUMB SOCIETY. handkerchiefs, napkins, and tissues, come to the rescue in remedy of this issue! whether jelly, spaghetti, or sugar confetti. or like a photo seen on GETTY! Why wait to be ready? to acknowledge and do something about these CRUMBS : in the suburbs or slums, we are the sums of intentional wage theft. but with ongoing Political Education and Organization, all of their CRUMBS will exit, stage left!
the gesture of the emblematic – pleads a conversation that is varied and considerably multilateral! we also know this by another name : tokenism! it’s dressed up in flashy and vibrant attire. so many aluminum sheets arraying tastes and flavors that are on fire! who is willing to try all of the offerings on the platter? likely one is willing to pass on the lonesome celery in preference for the berries and cheeses!
empty platitudes are indeed vacant of destination or appeal (not to the mainstream propagandist media). to the mouths that spout such occasion, their life karma seems cursed by the immediate and often told joke, one is forced to laugh yet again. it’s an usual and common trick played by the puppet and their masters. *JUST REPEAT THE SENTIMENT AND STRESS WHAT IS KNOWN WHILE AVOIDING SOLUTION BASED ANALYSIS*
of course if you don’t have a solution – it’s just regurgitation of paralyzing reality. reality THAT isabsolutely crass – the kind which makes you immobile *literally*. it’s not that people don’t want to get out – they simply are in a structured funk. one that doesn’t click on 2 & 4 or lock and key. strings are wired – most of them fired off into the abyss.the vomit of such consequence is reported among many. it’s invitation is shared freely. this rage is fundamentally understood. the juice of misfortune has spilled onto our clothes. “the cup that flows will never leak.”
the ANSWER *AND CALL* – to the very real systemic inequalities is the duty of the conscious. when you know, you KNOW! we must face – the many specific ways these lines intersect. the assault of this VIOLENCE is forewarned – it is the history of any imperialist and capitalist nation. is it really so devastating that we receive abhorrent demonstration of frustration? the record has proven we must move forward – in turning the page to the REVOLUTION.
the gift of the emblematic is that it gives us relief. it shows us how something that’s already very shambolic, can still find some sense of harmony and convergence.
things are changing all the time! we should always remember that. the lights are brighter and the burden is no less on the backs of those who’ve been fighting. humans and our relationship to the earth are demanded a change of consciousness.
streamline simplify… sTrEaMLiNeSiMpLiFy?! S T R E A M L I N E SIMPLIFY!?
minneapolis, it’s happening … over the world? it’s happening. it’s already happened. enough variables exist in which it could happen where you are. we have to start fine tuning our analysis. we know how this story ending, right? thus – reading THE BOOK is better than a recycled script of reactive complexities.
“FOLLOW THE GOLDEN LEAVES! FOR THE GOLDEN LEAVES WILL SHOW YOU WHERE TO GO.”in this case click the link below and watch this cartoon that I’ve been blessed to be a part of.
I’ve always wanted to be a part of a cartoon and this was manifested out of random collision. there’s something deeper brought out via cartoon animation which can’t be expressed through real life.
Our brains need to bend in wavy suggestive display. we are always better for it! think about how better you feel when watching cartoons? our memories are wavy and solidified by the morning suspense. I’ve been blessed to be a part of something so profound which brings to light much needed joy and enlightenment in such a time like this!
‘To The Quest For The Gems‘ was created by the talented artist and cartoonist Justin Macintosh and Jeremy Garner. I could tell you what it’s about but it’s only 16 minutes and 23 seconds – you can spare yourself some enlightenment and uplifting music to go alongside with the various messages told! I am very delighted to be given the invitation to lend my voice and passion to such a creation. This was once an idea. it had no form. no interaction. until the connection was made and we all used (digitally) tools built it up. All from across the world, by amazing people!
the 4 j’s united in harmony ! check out these talented artists and show support and love for the work they putting in.
A closer look into rhymes and funky magic can spin us into worlds not easily understood. If you want to gain understanding – fret not by following along with the hacks and hints found inside the symbols.
we can be full without having to empty ourselves of what we’ve eaten at the table of riddles and innuendo. find it clear in your dreams – it’ll make sense as it’s all written down!
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 6 becomes 9. that’s when 3 can be eaten from the vine. when life reverses the usual in favor of something more eloquent – the 3 becomes everything and me.
Without our collective memories of life – aren’t we all sort of dead? The meaning of life comes from our recollection of thoughts of our existence which is then transformed into dreams – which can inspire us to live a life that is a visionary metropolis. The mental picture fades away in proper time – once it does, was it even there to begin with? Was the picture ever really captured or only imagined like a painter, paints what they want us to see.
the moon is a waxing crescent – this means that the moon is on its way to be full. KEEP IT MOVING. but if you decide not to, it will carry along regardless.
c o n t i n g e n c y – a future event or circumstance which is possible but cannot be predicted with certainty.
we are often unaided as it comes to the natural changes which occur in consciousness. this much seems hilarious seeing most studies done by neuroscientists and psychologists, run on empty as it pertains to explaining what is consciousness anyway. when you say the word – what comes to mind? for me 3 things come to mind.
memory and recall
analyzing and predicting
when you rewind and reverse – you subtract and divide.
when you are ahead and fast forward – you add and multiply.
when you stand still you might wonder what is exactly the point of calculus?
consciousness is an elevator. a sea. an illusion. something we only obtain in a limited time frame. hit or miss. sink or swim. you gotta eat. if you ain’t remembering what came before you, you may be curved against it. (sometimes that curve has sharp edges – whose gonna clean it up? also: healing takes time.)
we have seen how consciousness is drastically expanded when we are mindful. (mediation, prayer, looking around you, etc) CUZ IT’S ALWAYS ON YOU. life could give a damn about your personal”wants and needs.” make a room or be threatened by a predator. the snake would be nothing without the prey.
now we needn’t boast to have all conclusions but we should analyze based off patterns. again i say – picking up pieces… it ain’t about you “doing anything” necessarily. but being responsible to where the conversation is going…we mustn’t get sidetracked but then again, i’ve already had at least 99 thoughts randomly make their entry while writing/reading this.
will we ever make room for the things that truly do MATTER!? yes, for true as the writing is on the wall. the floor is the stage, providing company to the miscellaneous droppings from our pockets and tables. anything hanging HIGH – is doomed to be fallen.
nickels, pens, and crumbs all feast in fellowship with dust bunnies and a field of, etc etc. quite specific is the nature of anything when examined further. we often glance over the deeper context. but if you dare to revive the unending..(FOUND IN REPETITION/CYCLES)..you will see that you are already fully beginning. everyday. restart. reload….returning to the everlasting web of…A VORTEXT!
It makes for a colorful scene! “Do you know what I mean?” The delivery of a promise doesn’t ensure it’ll get there in time. The package is sometimes lost! Who knows if they sent it with insurance? Now you are expected to perform at your own delivery! I heard somebody for New York exclaim “Nobody owes you a damn thing!” Some promises cannot be obtained.
Does this mean people should not promise in the first place if they have an idea that they won’t be able to deliver? When someone makes a promise, do they expect of themselves that they meet their goal? Is it important to remind someone of the promises they made with you? How well do you value a promise once it is given?
What is a promise? When someone says they can do something for you, do you expect them to do what they say would do? How would you know them to do anything if you’re unsure? And to what extent is someone forgiven for not delivering what they said they would do? If you believe a promise, does that make you delusional if that belief is not rooted in reality? If someone makes true their promise, does that make them trustworthy? What are the reasons we make promises to each other?
Do we build the walls or bridges when telling someone we will do something? Does the future of a promise matter more than the past promise? What about right now?
That’s when hope emerges. And, if you gonna hope for something, hope for something positive. It ain’t even here so at least make sure it’s tolerable and pleasant! Why imagine it to be misleading when it can bring glory!?
Hope is like a Hand & Glove. A fit like this is a protective measure against any possible danger. In order to ensure proper defense, one must carefully dress the hands in defensible gear. Clothes like these are designed to keep the hand free from bacteria. Somethings just fit. They fit because they find…
*The following script, is in connection to a series of conversations entitled ‘Riddle Me That…” which is due for release at the beginning of 2019.
Parpar: This is going to be an astronomical disaster I say we cancel it before it gets out of hand.
Terminus: But we’ve already invested so much in the lighting, props, ice, food and making sure everything is as you wanted it.
Parpar: Did you hear what I just said? Cancel the whole thing. Terminate the entire process. Put it to an end.
Terminus: Ok, I’ll order a cancel, but you do realize this may cost you way more than you might be able to afford.
Parpar: Wait now. How much we talking?
Terminus: Well seeing as we’ve already maximized our budget and the guests have already been notified, the event is already booked. The costs would be at least triple to reimburse every party involved.
Parpar: Let me get this correct, you planned according to the implication that all would go according to plan? You did not leave room for a clause of termination? Sounds like to me, I hired the wrong business to handle my affairs cuz shit happens.
Terminus: Yes, but if you read the contract you’d see clearly where terminations are validated up until 72 hours before the event. If you told me this 2 days ago, we’d have no problems processing this at no expense to yourself or of our partners. At any rate, we can still do this, but you’d have to pay 3 times as much.
Parpar: I guess we can keep it going but if my guests are disappointed then it would reflect your business dealings rather than mine since your name is plastered on all the banners and props. They won’t look to me to blame; my name is nowhere to be found in any of the setups.
Terminus: So, we are to blame for your unorganized mess?
Parpar: Who said this would be unorganized? My mess follows a structured chaos. It won’t appear out of nowhere. One thing will lead into another – like a gradual ascension into calamity. Once the ice melts on the dance floor, people will start slipping and so forth, it’ll be a specific course of a shit storm.
Terminus: You plan on things being that bad? How do you even know it’ll be that bad? What evidence supports this flow of your madness?
Parpar: Well, maybe if you asked me – WHY I wanted to terminate this whole process we could already establish what can be done to prevent my worry? Instead, you reminded me to follow the madness wherever it goes. So never mind the cancel or the triple fee I’d have to pay. I’ll just let it follow the sequence of events and if people end up hurt and disappointed – it won’t say nothing on me.
Terminus: You aren’t seeing how you are the orchestrator of all this mess? You don’t care about putting people in harm’s way? What do you stand to benefit? To be the mad scientist behind the destruction of all your guest’s experiences? I suppose we can cut the cancellation fee out of the picture altogether.
Parpar: See, even your company is interested in preserving your future businesses. We can all eat our cake and ice cream if it means us not looking bad. It was a pleasure doing business with you!
If you’re gonna play: Rock, Paper, Scissors with me – look directly into my eyes. Only look down when it’s time to decide who won. You’re cheating if you look at the hands the whole time, Don’t debate me – on this! 😀
Games like Rock, Paper, Scissors and Tic Tac Toe (X’s and O’s) are based on specific patterns. If you learn them, you’ll be able to win depending on if your opponent makes a mistake. Worst case scenario is that there would be a tie with no winners or losers. Yay!
I find games like this fun because with enough repetition – your subconscious catches on to how the player makes their move. We don’t always win at this but if you aren’t aware of the algorithm – you’ll find yourself losing more and more. This doesn’t always favor your ego, especially if you’re used to winning.
Some of us are so bitter when it comes to failing we revise history to our advantage. *coughs – white people* It makes absolutely no sense to do this. It just makes you a sore loser. White Supremacists, Neo-Nazis, and Confederate loving Americans are PRIME at doing this. They don’t wanna look at history for what it is but rather what they want to make out of it.
Times like now are interesting because they force us to examine the ways we cheat at excusing our behavior. We’re afraid of owning up to some of our own biases if they mean proving us wrong.
Ever caught yourself in a: “NOT ALL OF US” KIND OF MOMENT?
It should be painfully obvious that ‘NOT ALL ‘ is dumped in when talking about a group of people. I’ve been seeing a lot of statements like #MenAreTrash – previously, I would get on the defense whenever I’d hear a generality like that because ‘HEY NOT ALL MEN ARE TRASH’.
Now, I knew I had trash ways as a man and I didn’t want to look at them because ‘We all fall short’ but this isn’t the way to go about it. If you don’t fit in the scenario than keep it moving.
Some are qualified in the variables made – if you don’t fit the shoe, don’t even try to wear it. Our egos can be big and to check ourselves is the easiest thing we can do if our feelings start running amuck.
In short: We qualify which moves we make on the board. The best we can aim for is to even out. We don’t gotta get mad if it ain’t about us. One of the best things I learned from my grandmother is “Everything ain’t about you and trust me – that’s a good thing!.”
I’m realizing how vague I can be when it comes to what I see and how my perception frames reality around me. I much rather stoke symbolism and innuendo in the cut.
However, I understand the importance of nuance – which is why my latest project ‘The Living Things’ will be direct and personal. I’m sharing thoughts I haven’t really revealed before.
One of the most personal and vulnerable pieces on the project is called ‘Echoes In The Night‘ which describes some of my midnight nightmares. I remember waking up from the screaming various trust anchors: Jesus, The Holy Spirit, etc and this was one of the very first indications of my self-examination.
I’ve always been a curious child and questioning the existence of G-d as it was explained in the Bible wasn’t always on my agenda until recently. I was a firm believer in the way of The Word. I held onto it as it fastened my worldview but as all things in life – you grow.
Echoes in The Night is a reminder that even in sound – I can hear myself and get to the reason why.
This video is a part of The Living Things 7 video collection.
Everything is entwined even the surprises of life. Connection to life exists beyond what is seen with the naked eye, somethings are animated rather extravagantly. Don’t be fooled by the robust and the dramatic appearance of your life experiences. It’s not that deep but it is that complex as you might imagine – so live by every moment to enjoy it. Even the stuff that doesn’t make that much sense eventually finds its meaning – Purpose is then understood by a dream, vision, or hallucinating pulling off your mind.
REMEMBER: You are boundless like an animation on the computer screen. There is no limit or draw to where you can go. If there is any limit at all – it’s due to what you’ve placed on yourself. In the stillness, there’s movement although it may move at a small pace. The surprises of life are hidden by your direct vision. You ain’t gonna see it until it manifests itself against your knowledge of preparation.
Even the most absurd can become reality in the game of surprises.
Which is why you got to check yourself before you wreck what is due to throw a party for you. Don’t ruin the moment by running too far into your safe place. The whim of a cliffhanger is to keep you guessing and pondering the possibilities.
The clear disposition of character is found in the delivery of attitude. What can be brought to the table when the cards have been drawn against the odds? Play hard but go easy. You have nothing left to fear, everything is at one with the center. Even when you’re told there’s no position to play, you can create your own playground. The laws of this game are no more when you bend to your beta version.
I’m gonna do my best to blow the horn and make sure they hear me. If you are on this road, you must yield to surprises at some point in time. Even when you can’t see them.
Whenever I can follow the measure in time for hearing – I’ll have my eyes and ears open. I won’t mellow out into the night where the stars may come to find me. I’ll rise early on the day where the clouds meet my lips of intention. I’ll be joined with harmony and the element of surprise. Flying into the element of surprise. I’m captured on the wings of magic bliss. Never ending possibilities are seen to rain on my head. A metaphor of the beast is sunken again by the relation of poetry charms.
Math is like a combination lock. You gonna need a sequence. A set of numbers which rhymes with each other to grant access. A Calculator is a tool to get to the destination faster. Some questions take time. No real solution can be achieved by simple tactics. A bicycle can get you there fast if you around the corner rather than across the country.
I am the cartoon sequel. Place the charges on my visualization. Now imagine this – the uniform and deranged all at once. Using the same characters to organize and to scatter. Everything matters. The purpose is driven home by the memory and the recall. Tilt a few of your orbs to the right and then to the left. Confuse them. Make sense, only when you’ve arrived at the destination. Then everyone will be like: “that damn jester – he was telling us all along, he’s just way too vague. His explanations are way too obtuse…. ” It’s simply math, though, and calculators come free!
Drowning in the ocean of existence. I am somewhere found deeply in the blue below. This ocean is self-engineered. All of my tears and fears are staring at me. Now I can baptize myself in my own remission. The light makes me confused, but the darkness is my spell of choice. I’m My own rescue. My own savior. My own guide to the shadows.
I am having to search with the lens of the ocean, going endlessly down to find a path of righteous monsters. I only now request that they drown me in the promise of their nightmares as I sleep. I want to at least taste of the horror before the massacre begins.
The words that are written have been written before, but now I have forgotten what came before it. The memory is neglecting context but history stays true, time and time again.
As I sleep, I’m reaching up to the ladder. A way out. A place of arrival so that I can enter the window or a door of being. Before I get there, I’m caught in the steps.
I look beside me and notice every dragon of distraction. These dragons swirl in circular identity, waiting for me to be caught in its snare. I go to sleep again, now I begin to climb higher. I don’t want to awake from my slumber.
I want the mountain of dreams to cover me whole. Nothing is left for me here in this waking life but symbols and mysteries which prophecy of my sleep. With carpet eyes, but wooden floor perspective.
What I see is a concrete dream. A promise that I believe because of the passion and power of love. I’m sure of fulfilling manifestation because of wooden floor perspective. These carpet eyes relinquish a soft pattern without concern or notice to pick up visible stains.
Those eyes more than welcome vacuums and stain remover cleaner – for carpet picks up on everything much faster.Wooden floor perspective is far more established and true to the heels that walk upon it.
I still desire the medicine of advice and encouragement, for when my resources retire – I stand to gain. By climbing the ladder and reaching the manifestation of the window, I have found my resting place.
Frequencies turning into deeper habits. The behavior of the unseen is what’s kept in the fortune cookie of opportunity. As said and as circumcised – I’ve already dissolved off the extra tissue crowned to distract me.
The fortune of this responsibility is deep and the enrichment of myself is multiplied. I’m there. Through the sadness and through climbing the ladder – the window of manifestation has revealed the key.
The Ocean (Sadness)
The Ladder (dREaM)
Window (Manifestation Key)
I’ve been drawing this for about 7 years, only now there’s been clarity to this representation.
I sometimes find a home in sadness, and occasionally I’m lost. However, even when drowning in sadness – there is always a ladder.
The dragons of distractions turn on every pressing corner. They have eyes and they see you. You can buy into them on occasion – but never forget the ladder caught in between the dream and waking life.
When you climb up, you are closer to the manifestation key of your dREaMs. The window is the door. You can look through with Carpet Eyes and pick up on everything.
Yet, it is with Wooden Floor Perspective – you are able to eternally sustain what is picked up. Carpet Eyes // Wooden Floor Perspective.
Ever been invited to magic through the spherical wonder of bubbles? Light traps inside these spheres and they fly in movement with the wind. When magic invites you, look out for the burst. With vessels encoded in color, you can begin to imagine the frames of boundless measure.
Through the circumstances of random blowing, you can now create prisms of bliss by the bulbs of bubble magic.
What makes bubbles magic, is the way it invites you to see where it’ll go, it can sometimes, act as a deceptive force.
I recently met an older couple out in the park, playing with their grandchildren blowing bubbles in their faces. Creating awesome memories by just blowing away in their bubble magic. I was with some friends, and eventually, the lady came over and asked if we would like to join in on the magic? We accepted and before you know it…we were blowing bubbles and having fun with them, tracking where the bubbles would go next.
While talking about the fascination of bubbles and all of its joy, she started talking about the beauty of nature which then transformed into a conversation about Jesus. She shared her life story, how she moved from being in Africa sharing the Gospel. She expressed how Voodoo is real, and how the people in Africa are under demonic spelling. (Yet they are more willing to receive the gospel than the secular world here) She also mentioned how she promotes all that is light and good. She spoke of the darkness, and how the world has not received the light. Yet she says, how the light is everywhere because blood has been shed, which has forgiven us from all of our sins. YOU MUST ACCEPT JESUS CHRIST TODAY! She exclaims! But would if we never heard of Jesus Christ? We ask. She says, “Well I believe God knows your heart, and if you have not heard of Christ, you will be expelled from the punishment of hell. “Well, why would you tell us (&WHYWOULDHEPUTUSINHELL?)- NOW I’m Screwed because I feel the pressure of making a decision! If you did not come to us, we would have a chance of mercy”.“AH HA!! You now must decide where you want to go? Just accept Jesus Christ and you will be forgiven of all of your sins!” Then she proceeds to tell me how we are all born Separate from God, (HUH?) and how the only way to be brought back to God, is by accepting Jesus and allowing the Holy Spirit to come into our lives. She expressed how we can’t-do it on our own. I proceed to ask her .”..is there any other ways or is the ONLY good coming from Jesus?” She said how she believes angels are friends of God, yet even they had to choose whether they wanted to side with Lucifer. She says, how Jesus left on a cloud, but that he would return again. She then told me, how Jesus is not on earth now because if he was, the world would be in a much better state. She said when Jesus rose from the dead, he had to leave for us the Holy Spirit because he couldn’t be here with us forever. He had to send a ‘Helper’ who is the Holy Spirit. She said Jesus would come back the same way he ascended, in the clouds and the same place he left. She also told me, how people would say Jesus has returned, but do not believe them. So at this point, I really wanted to know who to believe? What makes her different? She gave me more information and ways of dissecting what was right or wrong, pretty much went back to Jesus at any time. At one point I mentioned Cotton Candy, and to no surprise, Jesus was even mentioned with Cotton Candy. Jesus was the ONLY way, That trusting in him is the only bridge to the separation that existed since we were born. We were all born apart from God, she continues. I ask her..How were we born into this division? She explains..”..it was due to our sins and how God wants to save us but we have to trust in him and him alone.” I had a lot of questions and she answered pretty much all of them, but I couldn’t help but notice her cough. Not a literal cough, but some kind of reduction. As if she was making up for my disbelief or questions. Anytime I asked her anything she coughed. Everything at any given time is coughing in some way. This is considered the reduction. What is taken away, once something is received? She somehow rejected any ideas if it did not include Jesus. After we shared a few more words, I thanked her for talking with us. She nodded and expressed interest in continuing to play with her grandchildren, and we wished her well. Her last words were “I hope you can make the best decision of your life!” With a wide smile on her face, then she continued playing with her grandchildren. By then all of the bubbles were gone, and the one bubble floating in the air, burst in an instant.
Afterward, my mind went in a Madrid. The bubbles were the invitation and before I knew it, I was floating in complete improvisation in with her. Who knows, how big the bubbles are now. I just know, I’m flying high because of the push of the wind. I was blown into and now spheres continue…
Basically, I met a crazy woman blowing bubbles. 😀 (I’ll explore that craze, much later) But let me just say this –Your intentions may be well but to forfeit the reason of journey, in light of pressure to get people to believe, You lose all.
Bubbles were the invitation to a much darker reality, and then POP! I was brought back to the awareness.
This conversation provided for me a capsule for Characters In The Wind // Stay tuned for the film – which is coming later in the year of 2016. I wanted to share this story from the archive of activity that’s been happening in New Zealand. So many things whirlwinds of activity, I’m just having to remember I can share them! I am quite amazed at the intensity and crazy colors that have expanded since I been here. So much more to see and welcome!
How many of you all know, who it is to be at a place where there is little direction or no such torture of practice? Jazz is based on reaction, and from there on goes along a flow that becomes archived. I’ve recently studied the nature of what is improvisation.
When I was in High School, I loved theater so much because of Random Improvised warm-ups we would do. It’s a great way to get out of your shell if you were ever shy. You had no script, you just had to react on what was presented. I find myself doing the same thing with the alphabet of what belongs to my life.
Words are formed, and it does not matter how much they really improvise, if they were a singular entity, a word being formed would be virtually impossible, with all random words just coming together. It’s alright to not find yourself in the ordinary, to be where you are without the flow of sensation!
Black Or White are the characters that are exempt from sensation; but still have a charm that is uniquely expressed in fashion, no matter what style is out or in! I use two buttons that are black and White and I sew them on the left side of my slacks; to bring the awareness into the community of the uniform of what many wear now!
Janelle Monae is an inspiration to make it in this business!
“When I started my musical career I was a maid, I used to clean houses. My parents—my mother was a proud janitor, my step-father who raised me like his very own worked at the post office and my father was a trash man. They all wore uniforms. And that’s why I stand here today in my black and white and I wear my uniform to honor them,” Monáe said, fighting back tears.
“This is a reminder that I have work to do, I have people to uplift, I have people to inspire,” she said after explaining that she grew up in Wyandotte County, “the poorest county” in Kansas City.”
Using the needle and thread keeps my fingers worked out! While I could use a sewing machine manually sewing these buttons are intense & important for the work I have become of now!
I’m inspired by how she uses this uniform to honor the singular honest quality of life we see through BLACK AND WHITE.
I’m lost without a particular article of ordinariness.
(I rather become lost, without the usual, that IN itself is peculiar…Can YOU relate? )
The bed has become my shoes of travel & appointment.
(As my sleep begins the trickle at the doorstep, I travel, and am appointed to what is next)
Everywhere I go – I look to decode the meaning behind those empowered passwords.
(They are set up, everywhere, and while they measure privacy. Meaning is just as important)
It is in this place of improvisation, the focus is set on spontaneous direction.
(It’s Jazz…I go where I heard the note play before me!)
It really does not matter where I belong or where I am headed; as long as I do not think.
(It’s important to react to the sound that is played before me..not thinking carefully where My move will take me next)
In this process of creating, rhythms have established themselves IN dangling patterns.
(As the rhymes have become repetitive, creation is becoming instinct)
There is no such torture of practice or repetition.
When really studying the hook, it becomes painfully obvious; that the passage IN which chaos arrives, is very chronological.
(A design that is yet understood…)
The history of its existence follows a direction and still contains intent & purpose.
(Purpose & Destiny is even seen IN the chaos of what is..Improvisation still seems to follow orders)
In the quality of my time and definition, there is room for space and to acknowledge silence. When the voices of my inner desires motivate a sense of repetitive actions. My silence falls into an unpronounceable recitation. The fashion and infallible gestures are those things which come from what is primitively ethereal.
Summarized Notion For Thought: Allow the possession of space, to design the silent utterance.