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?)
the metrics upon my thoughts land in a planned dream you appeared in a multicolored dress i confess: it was tempting when you came my way in the midnight gray when you suspected my thoughts were distant reminded of our touch which subconsciously i missed very much even as long ago weeps for a much desired sleep action is misplaced on the table of distant seas waters placing us a part while the heart attempts to start my standing still wishes for you to move near to alarm my every symphony so that my vision can hear the word spoken back then, i still understood when we lived in the same neighborhood i neglected the requested chance i was too nervous to dance embarrassed by your movements and step i kept all my rhythm enclosed until the water flowed to the seeds, i then arose froze but dripping to the splendid occasion wherein this invasion became translucent (upon the metrics of these same thoughts : this summary of a melodic swoon my fullness was regarded as the moon walking like mj backwards to the stolen tune yet we sang with fascination, admiration & rightful sensation! (memories restores faith and hope; the contradiction in this is that : memories needn’t be rushed to be created.)
the sigh that lent unspoken words, no one has ever heard. whispered prose which stirred sought to answer the blank space.
Featuring a scandal made righteous:
come here! You righteous scandal, I think you are a bit more to handle!
But I’m willing to catch you, if you stand in the way of getting got.
cuz’ you’re smoking hot _ I rather be denied than to not be given any chance.
to imagine of our sweaty dance – it may be a proven “righteous scandal.”
a candle much too hot, that soon it’ll burning.
melting by the woe of learning.
how can’t eye see? what’s lit up right in front of me.
I have no choice according to the inner doubting voice.
but my eyes clothes with fashionable express, textures and buttons draped with incomparable dress.
a feeling I can’t compare, as your colors endeavor to void the unfair.
if given the opportunity , I’d renew my immunity
to refrain from the masquerade in order for a fair trade N2 a memorial street, even with callused feet – I’ll greet your direction to a formulated and poetic perfection. (even if it meant potential rejection!)
your bounce is far to like jelly. it’s making me realize why eye turn off the telly.
choosing to instead read what lies in between.
as nuance reveals what all of it may mean…
like a multi-colored photo book, my mind is far too curious to NOT look.
those succulent thighs, make me yawn thirst trapping sighs.
natural to my instinct , I can’t help but think into a deep fantasy.
basically? my testimony is a desired ceremony in a transitional rhapsody !
featuring both you and I congregated together in full supply…
i’m welcomed to my own own envelope party! yeah! yeah! yeah! writing letters at the seams multiple colored dreams fantasies and a spelled out intention reading it all out, so that all could be mentioned
tearing open the paper for a surprise the secret in here to advise ::: the reconciliation is closed i supposed it was because the bridge could not be crossed apparel sequencing nonetheless flossed the steps removed and tossed anchoring exploitation is the name ‘bossed’ by recurring screens littered in the eyes of incapable means
when wishing to dethrone the idea of home, my expectations sprint like the legends of rome. emblematic of an extravagant moonlight affair, my apparel crafted a tailored flair. dismissing the evidentiary notion. seeking rivers or oceans instead. as the bed doesn’t lie. the mind can cry opposed to the big picture but verified by in nuance.
seeing what’s caught in between. but begging for the green to be worn like jeans. understood are the roles played. they can’t all relay because their actions play a part. contradictory elements within the genes . bullying the pressure to let go and release the SCREAM. all over and on and on. composed in note and pattern without the visitation of exact correlation or by the planet Saturn!
(this poem / song came to me in a dREaM. i was at my old church, and there were multiple envelops thrown into the air while this song was being sang by the congregation. the dREaM ended by me being toppled over by a woman who sat on me after the last note was harmonized. very colorful indeed but i don’t know what it could mean?) 😂😅🤣
seasonal depression is in session the calamity is sizzling in the booth like a rotten and spoiled tooth cold to the touch ailments swollen & such formation takes a scolding seat malnourished and empty is the street past is left open like a twisted rope barefoot in journey seeking hope while summoned to the river naked and exposed, there i stood in a shiver like the roots planted next to me engulfed by the wind and tree before i knew it, i jumped with my flesh slumped inside the cold water an underground battle became a deep slaughter pierced by the freeze shaken by blistering leaves i’ve fallen and only desire sleep though these waves thrust me deep and my dreams creep remnants remain floating at the top the lighthouse flickers as though it may stop with the shine on the line and my mind crossed yet another time for this reason i wish this season to be dismissed as i drown remiss…
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.
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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 (📐)
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Even if you were to listen 3 times, it still wouldn’t take you 7 minutes to listen!
i sat down on one of the loneliest benches in the city amidst the piss, perfume, and upscale degradation _ it is with no hesitation to witness : that, this is a city filled with pretty & superfluous dreams.
all of which are split at the seams because the luxury of such life : bears insufferable strife.
on every corner, folks gather and scatter to enter the markets, to meander and shop!
hoping that their cards and credit won’t flop!
the currency and change makes one deranged through the arrangements of who potentially may be able to try it.
or who is willingly able to buy it?
if the advertising scheme is to beam any light, it’ll glow constantly through the morning, evening and late @ night.
glistening programs intending to influence your thoughts and the framing around them.
the measure is neither bountiful or slim.
as it concerns who gets to feel the impact of this glitter…despite the pockets of litter found in between streets or the desperate cries for consumption via uber eats.
the packaging is more real than the supposed material gain.
the profits remain, only among those that exploit the collective masses.
to this bench, i testified of a memory belonging amongst the lowest of classes.
when having no shelter, clean apparel, or access to a prescription to refill my glasses…
i struggled to see : how social systems could justify this neglect while claiming freedom simultaneously?
abruptly: the loneliest bench in the city – spoke back to me (with these words) : “as cement is drilled into a hole, and wooden wedges are placed inside to fill the vacant sole – so shall the ruling class walk on by, sitting on top of skyscrapers – built up high, like pigeons: it is there that they spy : to maintain their hegemonic & cawing lullaby.
in bed, within the inn – i then go, soft peddles of a perfumed floral ring ‘a rose’ in me : the call of a bee sting. entwined in clusters of blue and carpenter’s wood remains flames of extravagance, shouldering between transgression and what’s expected to be good at the cocktail’s hour, happy itself – extends into the pour of a whisky sour!
within this writing – i’m inciting : levels of tiny pebbles ! stuck inside the shoe, solving this dilemma is merely paying attention to the clue! the case of this face is myriad but fallen short of obscene … when the sense became non – i become a breathless yawn. quivering into the distant soft tissue, as my tears are signatures of issues.
ranging from emotional neglect and tortured trauma! but confessions of repentance have been absolved through the teachings of the Dalai Lama! (((it should be noted : the dalai lama and 🧿 DO NOT IDEOLOGICALLY ALIGN, as They’ve worked with the 👀ℹ️🅰️, so….👎🏿 ! i only used their mention due to the rhyme provided on the spare dime in time.)))
i’m kept close by the face of an perplexing ace! while going through this crisis of energy – is not at all unexpected …
yet: it does appear suspected
as so much can be said………….. instead i’ll pause where my whispers swallow the voice inside, is a guide to which i follow
the fiction of the white just might: speak way too soon….. months of turning pages to the crescent & whole moon
still awaiting colors, glisten serene and while the contradictions long to be seen…. dialectically & eclectically : to those that suggest otherwise, by the sight of their reading eyes? lines indeed, align and surprise!
while : in bed, within the inn – i then know, embedded indigo!
I originally conceptualized the title “embedded indigo” after gathering all of my close friends at Benihana’s in Chanhassen Minnesota! I remember I worked at Mall of America at the time, and TrevorGuy called me around the time, I was leaving work. “Prince is having a music video dress rehearsal for Judith Hill with Eric Leeds, tonight at Paisley Park and you’re invited to bring in a couple of folks. Details forthcoming. Are you down?” “Absolutely, I’ll let my folks know!” I was absolutely ecstatic about going to Paisley Park and to add to that : A music video with two of my favorite musical artists!? I told the ‘True Blues’ (y’all know who you are!) AND we were all excited to be there!
For added context: I had only been to Minnesota 3 months at this point and things were already picking up, as only 2 days ago from this point I got 3 messages that a private party : was happening at Paisley Park and me and my friends had been invited to Paisley! If y’all want a run down of what happened you can watch that here! https://youtu.be/zSQWWAwRWgg
BACK TO BENIHANA’S! So we are all there awaiting what’s the scoop! everybody’s asking me, what’s about to happen!? Obviously I would know right? Well no. Prince never gave any information about what was about to happen, he just told you to prepare and that I did. It was at least 21 of us and none of us did not know what would happen. We were all sharing Prince stories and all guessing all what could go down. Clearly, we were all decked in our finest of clothes. I do remember having blue on at the time.
Suddenly : I get a call from TrevorGuy.
ALL eyes are suddenly on me as my ringer is on and I knew it was the call, we’d all be waiting for. I briskly brushed off into a quiet space, leaving them all in lingering anticipation.
I get back to the phone and hear :
“hey, sorry. Prince is not going to do it tonight. some things came up. sorry, will be in contact soon. peace.”
ALL I felt inside was blue. A deep blue. So deeply on me it felt like a deep url code. not just any kind of blue but a mood indigo like Duke Ellington spoke about. It wasn’t necessarily sadness though, just like someone dipped in a ocean of reflection. How was I going to tell everybody it wasn’t happening!? I remember thinking about dreading the walk of shame back to everyone awaiting what would be the next move.
Soon as i came back to the fold, my head shaking in every direction : everyone knew and we all laughed it off. in fact the rest of the night was spent with many other folks who had been to Paisley throughout the years when this was a common occurrence!
“Oh you mean, driving out in the middle of nowhere before there was ‘modern construction’ because you were told there was a paisley park party at -35 degrees and when he leaves you outside for like 3 hours and then decides at the last minute, nah.” Hahaha
Prince. His way about things were not linear. All throughout the night, I can’t say I was really feeling blue as in sad tho. I was very much energized throughout the laughter that ensued & with good eating though we were not a part of the experience. In many ways this is how I feel about Prince and the anniversaries of his ‘transcendence.’ Which is today. There is no real sadness only memories of joy when listening to the “flames of extravagance” that is Prince.
In many ways it all feels like a parallel vortex when this time comes around, a familiar whisper in the shadows. Whispering deeply, but a jovial memorial indigo.
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what is ‘paradise’ if not for the s3arch for transparent understanding!
i’ve randomly been writing poems and symbolic gestures starting back to 2013 – in this collection of writings you’ll be able to s3arch through the many ramblings of my mind! i’ve spoken about everything from : SPIRITUALITY , food, and dREaMs & ThEir WaKiNG LiFe CoNtRaDiCtIoNs!
reading my own words have been a revelatory insight into the reason i began to seek higher understanding. it all began in early 2013 after leaving a relationship that had significantly transformed my ‘Process’ of what understanding looks like.
many o’ times, i thought i KNEW FOR SURE what i was going through. only to soon realize, my eyes missed the lies passed right in front of me. it took being told the same thing by close friends, family, and strangers for me to somehow think i was getting through…
UNTIL : I WAS LOOPED BACK INTO BACK INTO A THE WIRE! a GPS programmed to a circular circumference! here i was // saying – i got it, this time! i didn’t have the proper correlation or the education which comes with learning about love but also LIVING with someone whose narcissism is cloaked onto them, similarly to how a robe can cover a pulsating throb.
i didn’t see what was ahead of me because i didn’t realize : RaNdOmLy…the same begins with a name not belonging to a disposition of shame. IT TOOK 8 YEARS * & some change* for me to GET THROUGH!
i was searching for ‘X’ – the unknown but yet known ; cycles of stained decoration, left me in constant hesitation. refusing to move on, assuming i’d become the same pawn – set adjacent to the queen who would guess that ‘chess’ was better played if it ALL was made into a beautiful & toxic Mess!
PARADISE CLARITY has shown me out of the deepest enclaves – i can reach to understanding through the work without feeling the need to justify every correlation that led me to ‘Y’ = ‘X’ has occupied so much of my figuring out. throughout all the years and tears wherein i feared – ever knowing the peace of being alone. believing that ‘home’ – could be understood distant and way out overseas. now i see it all began with me…
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except it’s not just ‘U’ but the ancestors who have always paved the path! one can easily do the math : they told you that it was a hard to do! that numbers and shapes couldn’t be understood by you! but that’s a damn lie – one can try. to reach a higher place ! where grace is already marinating in space!
THE S3arch is how one may get through! (uniformly or RaNdOmLy)
FINALLY releasing this has also allowed me to MOVE ON AND AWAY – from the pains and gains which left me bound to reason (& seasonal treason) against the truth that deeply remains.
herein my celebration, salvation is retained !
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PARADISE CLARITY is the conceptual statement in which poetry and symbolic gestures comes through : to the reader by random and uniform means. It has been divided into 7 Volumes (Years) Starting from ‘Z’ (2020) To A (2013). THIS IS A 460 PAGE JOURNEY! Most of these writings were available online via blog posts, videos, and other forms of multi-media but never given the full moment to be absorbed as a whole. Whether you choose to RaNdOmLy or uniformly flip through the pages : the search to get to transparent destination is open to whichever destination you find most useful!
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“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!
TAKE A LISTEN IF YOU CARE NOT READ – I ADDED A COUPLE OF EFFECTS FOR YOUR PLEASURE! ❤
welcomed into “Awh – GUST” with a BUST that required me to raise my HAND! this feeling is one that leads like a BAND!
among the predictability of noise, melody always finds its way to the top. a groove that can’t be forged or traded for naught. there’s always something to call our attention towards. in fact, very rarely are we afforded the ability to not be working. laziness is a comfort trip but even with that, there’s a need for your body to stretch. sitting still too long will tense up muscles and distort your awareness cycles.
everything around you will become a buttery framework, if not restored by proper rest and play. BUTTERY FRAMEWORK? try holding onto something that’s encoded with butter. as it turns out things are slippery when wet. 😀
if we can harness the realms of time, with respect to productivity and satisfying engagement with the work we must do – we wouldn’t be out of energy. sometimes we are scattered like dice into the land of 0z. l00king to be found by the wizard of the willowing wh0? if laughter may begin to undress the irony in life’s eye // we would never want to awaken from this symphonic lullaby!
new things are daily things. a trip into grace. a fall into splendor. what can be told from the voice of an angel and angle? shall you fall with me into a trippy series of angles and angels? awh- gust, another one has bitten the dust!
deliveries of armed feathered symphony’s arrived on my doorstep! OPEN UP, I COMMAND THEE! the queen screamed without a sound – she only widened her eyes until she became the flying and the one that could not. he dared to hide but knew he would be found. for she could not only see him she also read him from top to bottom. she knew him from a dream that he had yet to awaken from.
I WILL LOCK YOU UP THIS TIME – SO THAT YOU NEVER GETAWAY. I WILL KEEP YOU BOUND TO A MOUNTAIN LIKE WASTE IF YOU REFUSE ME! THE SUN WILL GO BLACK AND THE RAIN WILL WATER YOUR TREASURED SEED. ( BUT NOT BEFORE YOU DO THE DEED!)Command first a reason! I shall not tempt the dread of going empty! he replied.
don’t you wanna know what all of this MEANS?…
among the predictability of noise, melody always finds its way to the top. a groove can’t be forged or traded for naught. melodies stemming from the sacred flower. providing truth to power and dancing to the feet. spine-tingling sensations speaking through the ebb and stretched flow. those that remain silent are saying A LOT. those that are speaking are saying something but not much different from yesterday.
depending on what those words are from the angel, a need to redefine your angle may serve you a more aligned approach.
*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.
Jagrati: WAKE UP!
Gramercy: Wait, for what? It’s only 7:00! I got a couple more zzz’s.
Jagrati: There’s a lot to do! Best start early – if you get up now, you won’t have to regret it later! Now Get up! The clock is ticking!
Gramercy: That’s just the thing tho. I didn’t set this alarm and my sleep time is set differently. I don’t respond by such algorithms and determinations. My body is still snuggled between the sheets and my brain is powered in a REM state, so I’ll keep on resting.
Jagrati: How long shall you snooze me to your heart’s content? Will you ever be ready to face the sound or only when you decide to designate time?
Gramercy: *Clicks to snooze button*
Jagrati: *fades into slowly while progressively getting louDER!!!* Wake up! I’m the reminder of the time! I don’t aim to be embraced- just acknowledged.
Gramercy: Alright, now is the time. I’m ready but first I must get dressed for the day.
Jagrati: Therefore, you should set me early, so you have all proper time to get all your essentials done and out of the way with! By the time you finish eating your breakfast, beating your meat, and checking your phone – about an hour and a half has already passed! You only get so much time to handle your business. Start by following a specific pattern and be a disciple of this set discipline. You won’t regret it!
Gramercy: Then I’ll be like a robot always doing the same shit repeatedly.
Jagrati: Your entire species is built on the same ridiculous concept of existence. IT IS WHAT IT IS.
Gramercy: What about sleep? Don’t I deserve sleep?
Jagrati: Yes but no more than others do. You sleep too much which may be an indication of depression which is a very serious medical condition. You may not be depressed. You may just enjoy it very much because you dream every night. If the dream is more convincing than waking life – you are likely depressed.
Gramercy: So, because I love going to sleep and not waking up to you – I’m clinically depressed?
Jagrati: I said you may be depressed – I’m not saying you are. Seeing as you wake up late and snooze alarms whenever you see fit. I don’t see why you even bother to wake up whenever and ditch the idea of putting me on in the first place?
Gramercy: You’re right. I should just sleep and wake up whenever I feel like it. I don’t suppose setting the time makes a slight difference if I’m going to do what I want to do. *laughs inwardly*
Jagrati: Exactly, although you do realize that humans must have some sort of structure and order to their day otherwise everybody will be late. Which is why setting me up and abiding by my rule is better for everyone involved. After all, don’t you have something to do?
Gramercy: We all have something to do, I’m just not necessarily punctual about getting work done at a specific time. I have just accepted that I’m later to most things lol
Jagrati: You can simply blame it on the ailments of life, a schedule glitch, or the dreams that make you wanna sleep forever, it matters none. I’m here to help you get back on pace.
Gramercy: I’ll stay on sleeping, I’m tired of waking up all the time. Do you realize how paralyzing existence can be? All the bullshit and bills. It never stops and even if I wake up early to get my day started according to the system – the bullshit and bills will be waiting for me with open arms! I ain’t got the time for the dialogue. My sleep is my monologue and I refuse to be bothered by the semantics of the daily grind. I’m gonna keep on sleeping until forced to arrive at the conclusion- life is more than this.
Jagrati: The average human being sleeps about 1/3 of their life. Essentially 26 years of your life is spent sleeping…then you die. There’s no coming back when you clock out. So much to do, don’t you want to engage the various levels of the day?
Gramacy: *snores, zzzz, zzz*
Jagrati: I won’t ever shut up despite your snores!!!
*Fades while simultaneously snoring and alarm beeps*
Dreams Reflect The Activity Found In Your Waking Life The Riddle is Unlocked by Connecting Those Loose Dots Scattered Throughout Your Daily Life Don’t Be Afraid To Intend For A Dream And To Write Down The Symbols Found A dREaM Journal Is Your Secret Elixir
This video is about the power of dreams and what can be learned from them. There’s a lot of distractions but life can take a whole new meaning in a dREaM.
You can not always dodge the bullet meant for you. Some people come to the party already locked and loaded. By preparing yourself for any possible encounter with danger you still risk the encounter of a wildcard. To be shot is to be healed by the medication of bandages and possible surgical procedure. *Unless shot in the head or if the bullet punctured a vital point.* We can’t always miss the bullet especially if there’s one designed for you. If a sniper is out chilling on a skyscraper somewhere, they have you in target and nothing can fully protect you from it.
It’s a safe comfort to know, at most times this isn’t the case. If you’re free from pissing off the wrong people, there’s no bullet with your name on it. At least not an actual bullet, but if we’re talking about a metaphorical bullet dressed as a threat?
Those you won’t be able to protect yourself from. Nowadays people go through extreme measures to shame and silence if you come with criticism. We can see how this clearly happened with Nicki Minaj in her recent interview where she implied women should not “sell sex” and to know their worth. This sparked various comments from people challenging the root of her statements to get an objective point of view.
However, Nicki actually responded to someone on Twitter personally by not only attacking him but encouraging her ‘barbs’ to follow suit to teach him a lesson. This resulted in thousands of death threats, revealing his personal phone numbers and address, and personal attacks on his Twitter page. Nicki Minaj has millions of followers and he has only over 240k. This is an example of abused power at the expense to publicly embarrass you because of a disagreement.
The internet has become a place where we consistently release our disagreements and even go as far as talking against someone the moment they disagree. Threat culture seeks to dimish and silence those that simply steer in another direction. If you express an opinion of someone who’s favorable their army so to speak can come at you unawares. I experienced this recently with another popular psychologist who has gotten a fair amount of attention – Jordan Peterson.
It started out as a simple debate he had with Fry, Dyson, and Goldberg about Political Correctness. I watched a small portion of their debate and in this clip, I happen to agree with Dyson a bit more than Peterson. (I eventually watched the whole debate and I happen to validate all of the points they offered) I expressed my reasons for this and expressed them but people *by the hundreds* came to tell me how wrong my views were.
Luckily, I don’t have a large platform as of yet and I have not gained nearly as much attention as some people have but if I did – I wouldn’t see the end of it. This is the case for anyone online especially now who may encounter a mob just by simply expressing a difference of thought.
The Encounter of a bullet. The Encounter of a mob. The announcement of our fears may invite them into our psyche. However, we can still speak out against the threat. This reminded me of a video I made 3 years ago. It must have been inspired about the same things that are inspiring me to bring it back out again. I remember uploading it but I did very little to remind people I made it. In other words, there was hardly any promotion or tags to get it out there. UNTIL NOW. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ObyI0nvebjk
Oh, the wonders of the internet. It never goes away.
I’m only saying what a lot of people have said throughout history only that I’m sitting down for seven minutes talking into the camera the old school ay. No edits, no filters. I hope you can find something in it and share it with your friends and yes, make it go viral or at least on your timeline somewhere! 😀
I’m dreaming of a world with more zeros. A future filled with information which doesn’t end but repeats. A loop of daily routine found in a prism of ideas, to yield more discovery. How grand it would be, for our future to endlessly reach more experiences of love.
In a time where research is easily accessible – do you ever stop to think – we have enough information already? There’s so much hidden and revealed, there can’t be anything else left for us to know, right? Nah!
There’s plenty of wisdom left to uncover. The love of wisdom is what philosophy is at the center to root. The encouragement that comes from knowledge is awe-inspiring. The potential of knowledge made to good use revives and stimulates your nerves. When information is accessed properly – it aligns your memories to your eventual dreams.
Dreaming is to uncover those random thoughts that slipped through mundanity. *Let’s be Real: Life can be incredibly stagnant and predictable.* In spite of this, A picture that you briefly looked at it – can come back as a mansion of chandeliers. These can all be set to challenge and remind you of an essence meant to be explored when you wake up.
For a moment – picture every seed as a zero. When you plant zeros in the ground – you are essentially planting nothing. That’s what it seems. A small figure that expands into something Grand. All of the proper conditions must be in sync for it to yield a worthy result. Now think of it:
Dreaming of a world with more seeds.
Wouldn’t this be Grand? Where would we plant all of these seeds? They can’t all go into the ground – that would be limiting every other pocket waiting to be filled. Plant seeds in the clouds, souls, Children, etc. You’ll never have a shortage of places to plant seeds.
The more you plant those seeds – your zeros will stand among the many.
My dream is now living life with more seeds. More opportunities that await a future that’s entwined with past and present. It’s not that hard to see. A life that encourages us to plant seeds. To intend for a result which performs positivity.
”The dance at the end Our memories and genetics – will they transcend? What’s left of the impact we leave behind? The matrix of life – does it fully unwind? How are we then able to know? When death reveals its face – do we all glow? The insatiable hope that our actions aren’t in vain That we’ll find a storage facility in some Human brain Our lives are all but smoke cast into the air Wishing to be smelled by the nose of those that dare A compatible willingness to be remembered by the spices of our scent Various pictures of our taste set aside as a tent in one’s mind We all long to be remembered with a nostalgic bind Experiences, memories, and our written history are the makeup of our lives The dance floor is where we release – our collective archives”
/*/ I made this video 7 years ago. I was inspired by the doors ahead. What it would mean if I nervously or anxiously opened the door ahead of me. A mystery is what answers what’s beyond the door, you’ll only know if you turn. Dreams are meant to help you connect the random dots of the day. /*/
“If we could all do it because it was easy, then we’d all do it.”
Would we all do it, tho? Some do it because it’s hard – the very nature of it being hard providing motivation for the heart. There’s a growing need to do what’s written. You can only do what is written by writing it down.
Doing your To Do Lists. I’ve gotten back to carrying index cards and writing in my ‘To Do Journal.’ (Much respect to Siju, for reminding me of such tasks) There’s a lot of work to do, so best have a list to help narrow what’s important and what can wait. Cuz let’s face it: A lot of what we do on the daily bases can wait. Procrastination is seen as a toxic nuisance but it has the tendency to work with the creation of more important things.
Time Management is crucial but has the tendency to be a pain in the ass, only because it highlights the underdog prioritizing what’s relevant. Narrowing the obese just enough to fit in your jeans.
The relationship we have with time is crucial in how we function with it. It doesn’t have to be against us when we commit to showing up on time. We owe this to our goals by aligning in time with them. Look at all of your opportunities as being found behind the doors of life.
The door is already complete. All you have to do is turn the knob and enter in. No one is stopping you from entering except YOU. The strength of your turn depends on the will you have to pursue what’s in front of you.
The idea of a door is to manifest the seeds that have been planted. You can only do this the moment you let go and take the chance. What’s stopping you? Capital? Contacts? Maybe you haven’t met the right people who have the resources to make it happen. They are other roadblocks which show up through hesitation by feeling afraid to fail. The embarrassment and the lost may seem too far to deal with.
Trust me when I say: YOU CAN HANDLE IT! It won’t all return to you void. You might cry a bit. Be broke for a while. End up lost with no compass on where to go. Close to suffering. Reaching for your last breath.*I ain’t said this shit would be enjoyable.* Quite honestly we fret often because of what losing means. Prepare to be lost. Being lost is not only an adventure but a direction to other places.
Doors prepare us for what is ahead and we’re reminded by all of the forces before us to Be Willing. Willing to open the door to what suits the unexpected. Take the risk of the mystery to which I say:
Adore ! Adore! Open it up! Slowly or with confidence!
By the measures of reduction via conversion. You can’t have a proper conversation without some kind of reduction.
Don’t let this dismay or upset you.
Life is also about the giving and the taking. Basically: you gotta pay da bills.
I know – crazy right? You got to work to survive on a planet you didn’t even ask to be in. That’s a reason to be upset sometimes.
The less you have the more is expected to be given.
Society tends to be stupid. Yeah, I think you know that by now but it’s stupider than you think. Society forces you to talk when silence is needed.
You can’t do anything that is validated anymore because if your audience reach is everyone – you’ll certainly disappoint someone.
Hence the stupidity of society – you get framed when you ain’t even the picture. You won’t be able to please everyone because some people require different lengths of a garment for what’s fitted.
If you do it – it’s a REACH. If you don’t do it – you missed the opportunity to cash in. So either way // What’s gained is lost. The flow of what’s good comes at a cost.
How well are you counting the steps to what’s gonna turn into a disaster?
It’s only a matter of time before it all hits a landslide. Then BAM – you gotta deal with the explosive manifesto.
LIFE COMES AT YOU FAST!
You can burn with the fire of the sun and drown in the water of life. Before the alarm goes off you have to make sure you’re prepared. I’m doing what I have to do so I’ll arrive on time. This doesn’t stop, parallel winds that confuse you and aim to confiscate your jewelry and chains.
Before you know it, you’re left penniless and homeless.
No place to go only hopeful dreams to fill the void in your head. If only you invested your last change – your wallet would be fat and your cards stacked. The course of life left you with only the leaves of spring.
The wind remains a charm to your destination. Like a bag in the air- you’ll fly away with a random gust of navigation. The atom then splits and the party invites you to come and groove.
I’m cool on that as long as I don’t buy into thoughts that I can’t compensate. Beyond the light – we all ache to compensate for the darkness we have not yet found.
This darkness is within us and we can’t escape the pull of its fierce reality.
From the sadness of childhood contemplation, we then reach inside our souls. These tears are found within the wishing well of our remembrance. For we can not neglect the motions that have brought conviction to the current.
Waves are set and have boarded in a resistance that must be awakened. For sleeping in the dream is an alarm to our subconscious. It’s no wonder why we react because our childhood has been tortured.
The passages of neglect have been misplaced on the shelf. A book like this is to be remembered and the mirror shows us our deepest revelations. Honest trees are in our garden and those seeds were planted decades before.
The wind blows against the branches and when the moonlight shines – the darkness returns. Only to be remembered by a shadow cast by the dim light upon the roots.
I totally get this. I even dream of sleeping. I look forwards not being plugged into the constant. The always happening N.E.W.S. which is always reminding me of some new way to be terrorized. Sleep is necessary but we fight to avoid it because of the business of the everyday waking life. But, like Fran – the invariable of being awake is enough to avoid as much as possible. I get a lot of work done in my dreams. I understand what’s happening and how the past happened by listening to my dreams. So now // zzzz’s lead to A.
Oh btw, I love Fran Lebowitz. I’ve been reading her essays and watching her interviews and I’m constantly learning. Another quote to leave with:
“Think before you speak. Read before you think. This will give you something to think about that you didn’t make up yourself.”
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.
On The Express Train. Cause – I’m rejuvenated. By a sense of revival. I feel it deep in my toes. I’m curling up again. Beginning to blush. Feeling the rush but I’m shy by the awakening. I feel like a young boy at the altar. I feel the fans sweeping against my face. I’m sweating. Through a sense of revival, I have become the reviver. I have renewed again by the steps set before me. I know I have to keep pushing and going after what awaits me.
I feel goosebumps crawling over me; it’s making me weep. Now I’m feeling weak. My eyes are closed yet my eyes see very bright lights. Tongues are likened to fire. Many of them are speaking; I recognize some of them but many of them sound misguided.
When looking around – I hear voices of change intending to manifest a revolution. Everyone is fierce with fire to bring about a realm of difference. A change is gonna come, a new way of living. Curiously, I wonder how will anything ever happen? Seeds are being planted, but the gardeners take a vacation soon afterward. People are not always responsible for the seeds they plant. They trust too easily in the unknown process. They hope it will rain and hope the sun will shine but have no clear knowledge of whether the soil is fertile enough.
Everywhere you go, people are saying this and saying that. A lot of them are saying it because they heard someone else say the same or similar things.
People usually reflect the environment they are raised to believe as valid. People are usually just believing until they experience a difference. People have to understand themselves before they can understand others. People like to do things then do nothing at all. People like to stand silent while someone else talks. People are kept with their traditions and are stubborn to believe otherwise. People want change but fail to acknowledge the mirror. People consume a lot of toxic things and believe they are being informed by those toxic things. People forget people remember. People are always doing something and nothing at all.
When I turn the knob, a room full of mystery awaits me. The unknown is carried with a promise of greater and lesser. The signal is clear and my understanding has been renewed.
Being brought back to life – I’m the reviver of chance. Words are translating into symbols – interpretation is gaining awareness of the game. A game that involves worthy cards which are shuffled at the will of the joke. I’m still the Jester – and with witticisms, I am free to possess the cards of chance. I know what is about to happen, no need to explain – only to perform. If I was to tell myself the very thing my dreams made clear – I’d have to lucidly experience my waking point.
To experience the very things I see as symbols. To encrypt the door of mystery is to decode all of the steps in a blur. The veil of the unknown is all I can see. I only know what has been invisibly sent out. Clues have become the aroma of my disappearance. Within the cancellation of presence is only a renewal of vision. My spirit is not limited by gravity – for I can not come down.
I’m seeing 7 – no matter where I look. I am finding the recurring seven.
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.
drawn in 2009
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.
2016 is here and everything remains aligned. Creative sparks have been a parade to ponder every day. I’m closer to the manifestation of a lot of things in life. I feel I’m able to harness with spiral ability. Everything at this point is being emanated from the center and from the heart. I recently came up with a design, that is called ‘Jester EYE X’. It’s me, represented as an X with an eye (With Eye Brows) My feet are arrows as it represents improvisation. Going in any direction.
This came to me over a time of complete reflection. I was looking over some old journals and writings, and I noticed this symbol there in some kind of way. It didn’t evolve as much as it has now but there was always some kind of X and EYE on top of it. ‘X’ has a unique coding structure. As mathematics is concerned, it can represent the unknown among being an independent variable. My toes are arrows because I’m going in different directions, there is no compass or narration unless it’s improvisation. Follow, and listen to miles if necessary. 😀
I am also, really excited about Characters In The Wind.
The question is then asked, what are you doing with the whole thing? 😛
I am becoming familiar more with this project myself, as it’s slowly unfolding. It’s discovering a New Z. Something, not really expected but wrapped in the moment of suspense. Think of all of the moments you had a conversation with someone, and they changed the way you thought. Engaging in the random moments in the wind can be a complete suspense of arrival. You never know where you are going, but that’s the great thing. LOOK TWICE! Make sure you are paying attention so that you can catch the abbreviations encoded in life. It’ll pay off! Then life will really start feeling like a dream. Everything comes full circle!
So my main thing now is to breathe in what this year will hold. I am already amazed at the realignment of the energies centered. All shall be documented on here and YouTube !
We are learning carefully by each turning page. It seems there is a conversation among the act of leaving our bodies. The sense of resistance in the awakening minutes of R.E.M. We shall conquer and adhere to the goals.
We won’t be punished under fear, now that we see the engagement for what it is. With clarity and determination, we are the closest we’ve ever been.
Power enriched in our veins as we steer through the roads for liberation. We are visibly free in our dreams, it is only when we awake we feel detained and stripped.
Feels Lucid…
There are pockets of usual distractions all around us, begging for our interest. When we learn to separate ourselves from the noise and vicious cycle of redundancy, we can achieve higher places. Something new and something real.
I awake, and I am enjoying the conversation that comes within R.E.M. Being aware of the exercise of the dream world, relinquishes the burden of the sloth that comes with this physical realm.
Today was such a spectacular and invigorating day! It brought an adherence to Focus. All along I’ve been knowing what is expected of me. The act of responsibility is to plead by self-reliance. I’m feeling sharper and more on the edge. The paradox of a plan is that it can get in the way of the defining moment. We are expected to program, and meet requirements which are accurate to manifestation.
The paradox is not lethal, it all remains engaged to fulfillment. No matter what road is taken. I’m glad I’ve awakened from the slumber, and that I am apart of an everlasting embrace. Several different things occurred today that aligned me into higher realms. As always, songs remain in my life to testify of a present action. ‘Higher Realms’ by my brother Jeremy, This song is a testament of inspiration.
“And all the music used to flow so easy, But now I am feeling the resistance inside me My eyes are open and I’m slowly gettin’ higher As a voice inside me whispers and tells me just to
Move on, As the night goes on and on and on We find true love Two hearts beat on and on as one As one
All the times that I’ve been deceiving myself, Just to convince me that I’m somebody else Have made me different from the core that is inside me From the soul that I can feel with me now
I’m reconnecting all the broken parts of my mind And I’m integrating for what’s it’s worth I think I’m on my way into higher dimensions While my mind is going through a rebirth…”
There was this tragedy that happened on the news in the dream, and everybody knew about it but nobody wanted to talk about it because they were too awkward. It was on the tip of everybody’s tongue but they were all too scared to say anything in case it might offend someone, I guess. I walked into this room full of people awkwardly sitting around and you could just FEEL that they all knew the same thing, but nobody said anything about it – so there was this state of disconnection and I myself felt too awkward to say anything.
Suddenly it dawned on me again how we are all connected, we’re all the same – and that it must be ME that makes the change and it will send ripples throughout the people. I spoke up, and there was an initial state of “shock” that I would speak about such things, but then there was this wave of relief throughout the whole room because it is what everyone ultimately wanted deep inside – they all NEEDED to talk about it, but nobody wanted to bring it up.
Those moments are the most revealing of our individual power – and our state of connection to all beings. One person changes the whole room – or the whole crowd – by a simple movement.
A realization of connection which leads to an action – and soon the barriers are broken, and people remember their place in this code. Upon knowing that we are one – it looks so silly to walk in and to see so many aspects of ourselves hiding behind their persona or being too afraid to speak on something which they KNOW you’re aware of. And then you suddenly click to the fact that those people are a reflection of your own inner fears. The moment you release that fear and SPEAK UP – all of those people magically lose their fear too and then THEY speak up.
It is a ripple effect that starts from within and moves out into the world around us, because as Prince says, “EVERYTHING IS YOU.” (AFFIRMATION III IS SPOKEN THROUGH Charlotte Ann Telepathy)
Change.
It’s the very key to a comedian’s success – you know the way their whole career revolves around simply telling us things that we do in our daily lives – but that we’re too afraid to speak about because we think we’re the only one who does them. The laughter is created by the NEED to release that energy and to feel “hey, we’re all the same, and everybody does the same things, thinks the same thoughts, and feels the same way as me!” and that relief we all feel takes us one step closer to the intimate realization of separation becoming one.
You might not have gone through the same suffering, but you understand suffering from your perspective.
“Ask the Victor ’bout pain and rejection, U think he don’t when he do understand”. (The Sacrifice of Victor – The Love Symbol 1993)
Enthusiasm within yourself creates enthusiasm all around you – depression in yourself makes everyone around you depressed – a smile catches – so BREAK THE ICE with the heat of calculated awareness, and watch the waves ascend!
I’m inhaling the score, as it progressively counts backward in my mind!
I am ready to write them down, on the table of conscious unwind!
I met you, through a dream, that counted backward to me.
AND when I woke up. I heard your name!
Marry Me! Marry – my justifiable number, and follow my calculations.
Don’t you know I seek to make your voice the story of ancient history?
You only need to beckon my desire and the twin of my passion will give you the key to the alley.
You won’t ever walk alone; my dreams are never distant from your fingers as you wipe your eyes.
I’ll remain like a private affair that an odor has with a broken past.
We can make this last because as high as you are above me.
I am truly freestanding under you as your glow rests on my frame.
We only now seem to remain as distant as it feels.
our monastic order is abolished as we follow the path of our union!
This concept of now frustrates the will to wait, and to prolong.
Obviously, measures and calculations are of mathematical dictation, I know
BUT, Do you realize your numbers?
I remember writing this back only a couple of months ago, I had no idea what it meant. But through conversation with one of my closest friends, we discussed other topics, and this poem made sense. In this particular situation, it made a lot of sense! I think that is one of the most brilliant aspects of writing, you may not know what it is at the time, but through the process of time; understanding is gained. This piece is about committing to someone who beckons at your desire. So in the screams of realization, you promise what and where you would be to this person. You will follow the numbers, no matter the distance!
DREAM EARLIER TODAY: I woke up to one of those absorbed massacres! Apparently, I went to a library late at night and while on the computer I placed my bag on the floor. While getting ready to leave, the dude sitting next to me, tried to steal everything from my bag. So as I stood up, and called him out on it, he gave me back everything he hid under his TALL-T. When I commanded every one of my items, he angrily obliged. So I placed everything back in my backpack after I double checked, I then proceeded to walk out in frustration. I slammed the door. Suddenly, I heard various alarm sounds and a voice came from the speakers, to kill me. So I ran out and looked earnestly for a way of escape. There was an ocean hanging from the mountains, I prepared myself as I ran with force and soared across the oasis. I started to fly and everything that was in my bag seemed to not matter at all.
So I guess the question is, would I allow him to steal my items to avoid being murdered? I am glad, I ran out with my things because it taught me I was able to fly.
AHH! DREAMS. They come to you like this sometimes!
What a revelation!
I was locked up in a cell of demonic whispers and conclusions. I went out to evaluate the multitude of vehicles, noticing each of them had their lights on. The rain dropped easily on my clothes; as to remind me of my sense of life. Suddenly, I heard a very dark voice calling my name. I didn’t want to look back and drive into safety. Instead, I opened the door and saw a large flower which then taunted me, before swallowing me whole. I then screamed for mercy! Eventually, I was thrown up and taken to a door where I was able to see through a small hole – a mass congregation. The kingdom of my being has been called counterfeit. Its knowledge is counted as illusions and conditioned manifestations of tradition. Like a bird I have soared over daylight to find food for my children; to remember the nest which carries them. The pictures of flight and the freedom it brings; takes stagnation by a grip and chokes it.
Like Solomon ranted about: All things are full of weariness – a man cannot utter it. The eye is not satisfied with seeing, nor the ear filled with hearing. What has been being what will be, and what has been done is what will be done, and there is nothing new under the sun. Is there a thing of which it is said, “See, this is new”? It has been already in the ages before us. There is no remembrance of former things, nor will there be any remembrance of later things yet to be among those who come after. (Ecclesiastes 1:8-11 ESV)
I have written down the variables of fatigue in the dreams given by exhaust.
Counting from 0 to Symbolic abbreviations – our time is far received.
Given the mixture of colors and melodies, the sound is louder than exposure.
We are sleeping because of the bright apparel of the jaded consequence of media.
Desire is begged for the heaviest consumption of self-visibility.
Forsaking the notion of those satisfied with usual garbs of length; we excuse our sanction for equality.
By the determinations of cursed indulgence, the mind explores paths to knit with.
Engaging passionately, with the beauty of a name worn by all of those who kNOw not the name of vanity.
I was going through some old blog posts, and I found a blog where I discussed meeting him in a dream. Three Years ago exactly today, I wrote a blog about meeting Prince. This was right at the start of my Prince adventure. I did not know hardly anything about his albums, sure I knew some information about his stand on the music industry, but not much more about him, I really knew. THAT all changed when I saw him on the BET Awards in 2010. He looked familiar but also someone who I had no idea where he came from. I remember they honored him, and he stood out to me. Almost like somebody who I was going to meet and that happens to me sometimes. NO. I am not this meditative weirdo, stalking person around because I feel a ‘Connection’. HA! BUT sometimes you can recognize a past, present, or future presence that has not fulfilled themselves in the moment you remembered them. AND when the truth sounds like a memory, it’s meant to be right? (Prince is not the truth, but he is a medium I met in time and space, that I dreamed about conversing withMind you three years ago, a lot in my life was very different. I just got out of High school and straight into my first serious relationship. It was also a time where I studied and became deeper into the sharing of the ‘Gospel’ my interpretive illustration of this, is funny to read again, but even more amazing, to know some of it came true, and the rest may possibly be in the works? WHO KNOWS? THIS was before my YouTube Channel. Long before I knew anything about Prince’s prolific nature of an artist. I guess you can say, I had never heard more than 7 FULL songs by Prince. Nevertheless, I wrote this:
“I just had the craziest dream! That, I just met Prince in person! I’m sure this was caused by the BET awards 2010. Not only did I meet him, but I shared with him the gospel of Jesus Christ! Lol. It was spectacular! He had the same outfit he wore at the BET awards, & he started to cry, & we were just rejoicing in God! And I shared with you all, how & where I met him on Tumblr in the dream. I don’t know why I had this dream, and I don’t know why I’m sharing it with you all! Haha. (Maybe because I did in the dream?..lol) But it’s one of those things that rarely happens to me. I’ve always admired Prince & his talent. The fact that he’s a mysterious person, changing his name to a symbol. His style and extreme lean to a sexually provocative message. The guy is a mystery. He has so many sides to him, he believes his music should be controlled by him since he wrote & produced it all. Therefore, you won’t find hardly ANY youtube videos with him and his craft there, because currently, he believes the world should not see this or listen to them, without his sole permission. So now, it’s not easy to get a hold of Prince & his previous music videos and live performances. He’s a changed man, who’s very much consumed in his faith. I respect him very much, I don’t know what persuaded me to tell you this? BUT. There’s one thing the world can’t deny: The ongoing transformation & mystery of Prince. I feel we’ll never know until slowly he reveals something new! Prince is the man, though! His influence has reached millions!” -Jestereye7x – (6.29.10. https://tinyurl.com/yapbouqh
I find this post so incredible, because who would have ever thought I would actually get a chance to meet him? Sure, I did not talk about Faith and God, (Not at length anyway) but we did meet, and talking to him at all was literally a dream that came true. I’ve learned so much more about Prince since three years and I realize that he is a one of a kind, artist. Still glad for the knowledge and the mutual understanding and respect I have for his craft. Three years, later, I’ve grown to see his many changes and his constant musical serenades. He constantly reinvents himself and he is a teacher to me. SCHOOL IS IN PEOPLE. Prince is cool, blessed to realize the metamorphoses and kept stories to tell!
In the midst of the walls of studies, my definition for research leaps and spins. WHAT does it even mean to “DO YOUR RESEARCH?”
We all find ourselves flipping through the pages of history to find a synonymous argument that appears to tame our own biased perspective. Ultimately, can it be in the heart of commonality where our search is renewed? Finding positions that signify a truth to our unspoken realizations. As we begin to entertain the length of colorless imaginations told through HIStory, we wonder where is the mother; to all that is embedded in the seeds. I’ve found my gestures paranoid as my eyes read through the variation of individual insight. I’m speaking from a peril of context and the journey through the windows of content.
Pay no mind to my accusation – I’m only what you believe about freedom.
I noticed your call and my heart is back to you. I am consumed on the deadly possibility.
I vaguely remember the story of freight now, as it has settled within the woes of my mind. That was indeed a scary night, and only a few know of the SCREAM that is freighting! Since I’m the detained sleeper, it is very easy to sleep at the first touch of the bed.
Some nights, I intend to revoke access to the bed and other times, my rebellion is taunted by the aroma of the bed. When you have a MAFIA of people, who are given private information; they soon can become a mob.
THIS NIGHT was one of the SCARIEST NIGHTS OF MY LIFE! I’m normally NOT taken back by the play of what is frightening. I’ve seen movies and read horror films and personally witnessed the realm of the opposite of the light. The history of New Orleans and the tricks that begin at the story of telling of Voodoo. I mention New Orleans because I feel there is a deep sorrow in the streets of certain realms – SPOOKY!
It was only a couple of days ago, that I thought I either died or was a dream of my own that only I understood. TO make matters worse, the whole moment was recorded! I screamed so high, I thought my decibels were higher than that of the FINEST Opera singers.
When I become sleepy, I utter complete nonsense. I begin to connect non-congruent pieces of information on a variation of topics. I’ll talk about how trains met in a dungeon of dragons and how the fire that came out the cat’s mouth appeared as a meow. I make no sense, whatsoever, and when that moment comes, I intend on responding to the bed.
Well, the mafia who recorded my every move decided to play a joke, and in the state of my restlessness, I believed what appeared to be a PANDA or some kind of black and white JASON! JASON ALWAYS WINS AGAINST FREEDY! BY THE WAY -_____-
I literally became frustrated with the joke, that my speech followed a series of mumbles and inaudible sadness. WE ALL have had these moments, sometimes! BUT we are ALL – the most surprised when they show up in front of a group of friends. It exposes your deep fear, and your inability to express the scary nature of life. I can look back at this joke AND LAUGH HYSTERICALLY! 😀
I’ve come to the understanding of bliss within the darkness, it’s meant to arouse a laughter in us all. Surely, in cruelty, there appears an absent charm, but there is still an enchantment in the magic of the folly!
writing until the pen runs N2 paradise clarity! (by uniform & random means) 