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 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 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 (📐)
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 :
Today : is a day of mourning. with the falling rain & ongoing pain…indeed today is one of deep lamentation. if you’re wondering why, there’s a creeping sadness around this season? may it better recognized one reason for this is : the capitalist nature of this holiday.
while the mass media and all of their related pundits aim to reframe today as one of celebration and giving of thanks. amidst the football, cake and pie stuffing, turkey and ham feasts, little to no mind is given to the nature of this day.
Instead we’re forced: Football. Advertisements. Black Friday Sales. the message has been sent. encouraging the tenet to pay rent. but there ain’t no money. only waffles without honey. big time flakey, crumbling…steadily shaky.
one may vaguely point to the native and indigenous peoples; but little depth or investigation is made to their history and what efforts have been made to undermine them and their relentless struggle in gaining their land back!
I AM CONVINCED : not enough pain has been shared amongst the masses of those in ‘ameriKKKa’ / Canada / and all occupied and colonized lands…we’re only left to focus on the remnants of what remained. THIS IS THE CANARY EFFECT.
Not a day of thanksgiving but THANKS-TAKING of LAND, RESOURCES & LABOR which were all stolen, revised, and redirected for the purposes of capitalist exploitation and hegemonic dominance.
Wait (Weigh) The Minute! TyPo Or FaiTh (Fate)? IS OUT NOW FOR YOUR LISTENING PLEASURE!
This Audio book is the first of which i’ve ever done and the LONGEST project I created , running in at 2 hours and 12 minutes and 40 seconds! it makes sense it would be about the length of a feature film! this is also a project i’ve been working on for the last 5 years. My first book (Paradise Clarity) is a poetry opus of 460 pages conceptualizing the framework behind my writing since 2013.
Whereas, this book is a recorded notion of my past, present, and future. It speaks to the awareness that comes with being balanced about the things that happen to us on in our journey through life.
This book has 3 narrations : First of which is narrated by Balaam’s Don_Key found the scripture in Numbers Chapter 22 wherein Balaam is stopped in his tracks after his donkey ‘BRINGS HIM TO HIS ATTENTION ON WHERE HE IS GOING. ESSENTIALLY, HIS DONKEY MADE A TYPO* OF HIS USUAL FATE. Secondly, it loosely follows the life of Tomson who grew up in a Pentecostal Holiness Church of God in Christ. Much of which is my personal story (alongside with many who’ve had similar experience with the church.) Lastly, this is an audio search, which attempts to explain the reactions of such dispositions of both the Angle and Angel!
May you enjoy and listen in your own time!
TABLE CONTENTS (LIST OF CHAPTERS) : 00:29-01:24
INTRODUCTIONS: ANGLES, ANGELS, & THE DON_KEY -: 01:25-04:19
ASLEEP // ALARM: 4:20 – 8:25
(CHAPTER 1: OVER HERE? AIN’T OVER THERE!) : 8:26-18:01
(CHAPTER 2: DIFFERENT LENS, DIFFERENT PENS) : 18:03-24:20
(CHAPTER 3: WORLDS WITHIN THE WORLD) : 24:21-38:03
(CHAPTER 4: TELL HIM YES!) : 38:04-50:35
(CHAPTER 5: TRANSITION OF TRADITION): 50:37-1:09:35
(CHAPTER 6: CONGREGATIONAL SONG? ALL TOGETHER NOW!) : 1:09:37-1:16:08
(CHAPTER 7: TITHES AND OBLIGATIONS) : 1:16:09-1:26:18
(CHAPTER 8: THE BIBLE BELT) : 1:26:20-1:33:30
(CHAPTER 9: TRIPPING ON YOUR TRIP?!) 1:33:31-1:42:58
are you in need of an algorithmic foundation? one that is far away from frustration? if by tending to your garden, weeds sprout from the forgotten edges, to the root stained grout… how will you be able to frame the name for an achievable aim?
(discipline and process) is in need of a [protected] structure to stay alive – to guard against the ticks on the dog, passing by – which were deprived from on high as seeds were picked by the birds in the sky, they dropping mites, worms and fleas & with a sudden breeze, for a moment: activity stops with a sneeze.
thus, recognition is in need of a lay down. a written recollection providing memory and context to what can be found. When the sense became NON (nonsense) : this propelled the LAWN to yield green pastures at dawn, otherwise reaction or revolution – will push the glass to fall… the answer to that call : is one that writes lines while connecting grapes to vine.
og art piece in the middle (originally conceptualized in 2015) it took 7 years to finalize!
time through rhyme *ELEMENTS OF MATERIAL : ARISE!* despite the size, the measured bowl of calculating expense – makes you wash and rinse as it’s all coming through: due to many silent hills (which may thrill) BUT UPON INSPECTION OF THIS RIDDLED CIRCUMSTANCE? HA!~ WHY NOT BE ABOUT THAT DANCE! with the slick bounce of the beat, get caught dancing in the grocery store and then off to the street!
for when the groove makes its way to the belly way below: a deep BLUE beyond makes the rain obtain favors that seek to know: where’s the drip coming from? whether the ceiling is cracked (with mold) or the floor is a bacteria cafeteria…(a slimy situation irrespective of how old) the hysteria acts like bliss: if you’re so willing to kiss the hiss found when you dismiss!
sentiment aside: I rather abide _ in a motion that is fast and slow_ so that I can glow! I’ve been chased by the darkness night trying to fight by the guiding of a righteous light it’s right by the signature of one’s might! that is to say: according to their will! by not laying still… but moving onward and forward: carrying a candle with our dessert sandals! cuz’ it’s all too hot to handle!’
When the nonsense became clear: this excited the lawn to yield green pastures to revere… by scheduling ahead we avoid conflict to appear, writing onto calendar script, alarming the appointment as to not be overbooked or whipped!
if you ain’t looking to be flipped 🖕🏾: structure your lawn to a dial, which honors your period beyond the trial. This will make the planting and growing cycle worth your while.
This is a story about Typos and hypotheticals. FIRSTLY: As told through the medium of the ‘Don_Key’ as spoken about in Numbers 22:21-38 when Balaam’s faithful friend was stopped in the way due to the Angel of The Lord. SECONDLY: This is a story based on true events but with remixed names and places. THIRDLY: it is also spoken through the political angle, which when in harmony with the angel of awareness, brings about revolutionary awakening and love.
Thus, this story is a 3-level narration. An adventure encouraging the listener to weigh each minute and to ponder on the material reality around us. The witness of the spirit must be in reliance with the science, the contradiction in life is to know the internal things or the things that are within are just are relevant as the tangible things or the things written on our skin.
instead, humanity at large has been jailed into systematic revisionism and applause is given for a lack of critical thinking and reading from primary sources. hijacked is the reason to believe without challenging the dialectical and material reality to the NOUNS around you. everything is alert and making a sound. One can be asleep but there’s surely an alarm!
shoutout to Jagrati and Gramercy!
asleep (jagrati) // alarm (gramercy) these words mean something !
to not hear it and still steadily sleep or much more to DREAM but to not write it down. recognizes many challenges. the record makes true how the spirit speaks through you. waiting and weighing the moments and figuring out which streets lead to destinies not prepared for. immediately and with urgency one is left to FIGURE OUT WHERE THEY ARE GOING. WHY WERE THEY STOPPED. WHEN THE PATTERN CHANGES AND WHEN IT IS FOLLOWING AN ‘END’ Herein We may Begin….
shall we talk it over, or discuss the matter in silence?
or are you for a government ran by the people, or the system promoting self-reliance?
you know what they say : you can do it on your own!
you ain’t gotta look for home: neither should you ask for help, especially when in need.
SUCK IT UP, don’t cry, just go untreated until your left to bleed!
flesh left open like a party inviting every kind of friend, family, and stranger, which inevitably attracts danger!
cuz’ all them people were gathered in one space : but if not guided by a common grace or principle, their concern is far more scattered and unorganized.
thus, for the people to arise – democratic centralism must be the measure which assures their size!
may our prayers bear knowledge to the ongoing science and emotional feeling.
this type of prayer is an invitation for higher and neutral healing.
to face the very material struggle found in all living beings.
it’s a matter of principally looking in, from within _ examining those contradictions which nonetheless appear as fiction DRESSED in various dictions.
I needn’t recite every line that comes to mind, however it is irrefutably clear – that their lies a wrestle between two opposing forces here and near.
How we confront and deal with one another requires us to call out the whereabouts of FEAR!
depending on the angel / angle, one may misplace the word intended to get to what’s true!
by each clue – may w3 all get through!
When the scenery becomes the garden greenery which enhances the vibration sensation.
what will fill the gap between the bridge that is passed, how can one gather with all they’ve amassed?
Without risking the loss of what they carried, the options are truly unvaried.
going to the ever-turning passage of spitted approval.
as judgements and skeptical glancing seek replacement and removal.
the romancing of the desired beat is to treat a furnished symphony.
for when the kangaroo wishes to land upon a higher stand, because their hump encourages their jump !
how closely do connections cross and feelings tread?
will this interaction be contained or will it spread?
likewise: fungi and real disguised lies, are perplexed in front of truth-seeking eyes.
may we be truthful to the solution, which soothes us to rely on an idealogical foundation and shape ourselves to the real malleable clay.
this is to no dismay.
for when closer to the tears.
and when the mirror reveals all of those spent years…
the pieces are stolen and hidden, returning concerns back to the vendor.
until the push of splendor revitalized the colors left on cluttered tables and midnight fables – convincing that you return to the feeling that left you kneeling….
even at the throne of mercy – you felt deserving of pain.
while being caught in the pouring rain…
you were then released from the choke holds, of spiked ambitions.
your attention would only become knotted and tangled like a geometric spider web.
by thinking you could reach the ebb without the flow, the truth of knowing the invisible structures which are principalities in high places.
when running faces meet the math belonging to shape and angle, the angel once more appears as a lesson to revere.
you did not see it coming, so you ran away.
into a place no one could say?
until you came right back open and barren – as an empty cup intended to be filled to the brim.
although tightly held with muscle and limb – the hour glass slipped from your hands with all the speckles of sand, the sound was as a thunderous command!
for when it shatters it matters because it reaches across all the hard surfaced floor
one can reach the door while answering the bell, for it swells deep in the midnight and afternoon pale.
a noise awakening one to the division of sound and stillness…
disrupting sleeplessness, which was diagnosed as a formidable illness.
the capitulation belonging to the CAPITALIZATION of interests belonging only to the select few? recognizes a RaDiCaL REVOLUTION, which informs scientifically, the work that is left for us to do!
current waves are alike to the days, which came before counting backward and ahead – left to bore :
years, months, weeks, days , minutes, hours, seconds,
all moving towards ‘seven‘ but missing the goal post of ‘ heaven ‘ Ummm, Eh, …
what must one do, when realizing they have not gotten through? when theCLUELESS BLUE**wanders between they andyou. how can onegluethe pieces torna part , if they can no longerchart : on a scale in which magenta andcyancould vow to SIGH AND…
repeat a promise of :SILENCED WAVES…. RUPTURED through the crushingDAYS STILL capable to amaze if not trapped by a cyclicalHAZE
Vowing to a silentPHASE as current waves are like the days that came before counting ahead and backward – left to bore
seconds, hours, minutes, days, weeks, months, years,
all missing towards ‘seven‘ but moving the goal post to‘heaven’
a vow of sCiEnCe –
wherein data stands in AlLiaNcE
with the truth of what can be made more CLEAR
so that the ‘sigh‘ may revere *as opposed to FEAR* YA HeAr?
1. there’s what is obvious and then there’s what’s true – both of which rely, on a perceived notion: according, to many and thereby just an ocean!
2. + it’s very pacific – beaucoup water be overfilling the glass, kicking all the beaches and lakes ass! i’m talking about one that has a name but nothing short of terrific! could i make it even more oddly specific?!
3. once eye saw a pink rhinoceros reading a thesaurus! i asked : why not read the dictionary instead? “cuz decaying definitions are less savory than cinnamon synonyms + reading for too long is a double dread for my nose-horned head!
4. if you ant’ red? you dead! ya heard what i said?” if not, life will seem desperately more horrific– revelation and elevation, evolving more and more into something that’s oddly specific!
5. ant’ you socialist?’ i’m balling up my fist if you ant’ get my gist!
ant’ you working to bring that plate to everybody’s table?! *you are most certainly able!* hoarding and controlling the goods for a select few – ant’ ever make any one’s due! get a clue!
6. IF YOU AN’T READING – YOU’RE SPEEDING but without a fluorescent END. may your eyes absorb this message and TRANSCEND.
7. This is not a message intending to be weighty or prolific – i aim only to move you closer to something more or less oddly specific!
rhinos and ants read the thesaurus for better understanding…
8. specifically odd but also allowing the heart to nod – to something a bit irregular and somnific.
9. could this sleep allow us to dream? *if by only writing it down we may learn from the rip in the SEAM!*
10. a split honoring our freshly exposed skin – this follows through to a remedy, which could make one perplexed, disturbed, or cause an odd grin.
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.
“The Words Of My Burden, Have Trouble Catching Up With Your Relief.”
Milllaca wrote this signature every day, in hope that Salvanix would read the letters of his heart. he knew he never could write in vain, for these were words too powerful to disqualify. everyday he wrote that these troubles would run very fast to the relief of a situation. he felt that Salvanix, the lady & love of his life – could never understand the true emotions his burden.
Milllaca understood his troubles could never run faster than the relief of Salvanix. therefore, he wrote to her every day the letters of his compassion and she answered them in coy smiles.
wearing fitted suits every day – Milllaca & Salvanix did this – only in public, to display their fixed attitudes on the moving galaxies around them.
Salvanix often questioned why he did things so, Milllaca always argued back and said this was just his “flow”.
living in a serene compartment to avoid the weight of the outside associations, they kept themselves schooled in acknowledging – every speaking solitude. Milllaca tightly cuffed himself within the links of his fashion.
while Salvanix fastened herself in the loose possibilities for more freedom.
however, there came a time when the perfection of each profession became far too controlled. when the time came to move from the confides of peace, the both of them moved to the wild islands of the open future ahead of them.
the colors of this island reminded them of where they both started the existence of themselves. it was something about the bright colors of the butterfly wings which carried the significance to each of them.
the rocks on this island felt more real than it did before, and Milllaca felt he would never return to the compartment of confinement again.
here he was truly free and felt comfort in his clothes being loose on his body. the freedom of the “fit” proved successful, as he could fly with Salvanix without restraint. the ropes of hesitation always flew against the wall of Salvanix’s certainty. he knew deep inside she had to fly, but flying with him would still never catch up to her relief.
Salvanix cried every night because Milllaca could never escape the signature she thought was written on the tables of confinement. as the trees listened to her tears, Milllaca became very apprehensive in the way Salvanix read his emotion. he then wrote after having conversation with the trees a new signature to his beloved Salavanix: “The Words Of My Relief, Have Trouble Catching Up With Your Burden”.
Salvanix stood very still, in the silence of emotions, and looked up with intensifying realizations into Milllaca’s dark brown eyes. Milllaca knew what was required and it was unequivocally more than a signature.
remembering the fitted allegiance to the control of their galaxies, he fastened his buttons in hope for an indication that he could still exist in confinement. In tightening his cuff links, he felt a scream within the sound of each agreement that he would be leaving the bagginess behind.
Salvanix SCREAMED…”Milllaca the signature requires more than a tight fix. I’ve never disqualified freedom in confinement, but you sometimes chose to live in a way which prohibits freedom.
live inside of me and exercise your words and I will attempt to drink your burden, but you must find a way to DEMONSTRATE to me your desired relief!”
Milllaca felt the hunger in his soul roar for the relief to be shown. he knew the natural urge was correspondent to the clashing chemical reactions in the room.
the button was the body in which the thread brought life and function. the cufflinks in the same manner, were a steadfast reminder of embodied stylized finesse. these buttons and cufflinks were emblematic of freedom fighters and his ancestral history.
to Millaca, these buttons and cuff links held significant meaning as each of them carried a record of recognition. not to mention the variation of color and styles made it an always faithful tool.
Salvanix hoped to discern the meaning behind the multiple curtains drawn. the ropes and walls of certainty both at odds with each other. as, she thought of the colorful islands and memories of the butterflies found. she then gazed upon these memories and removed her frustrations by unbuttoning the inhibitors holding her back.
Millaca and Salvanix both realized the embodied signatures required to bring relief or cause burden was never unable to be solved // they only needed to communicate the will to fly or to stay at bay. words and sentences never needed to catch up, they only needed to be demonstrated by a faithful and most understood signature.
radical and transformative change can happen more often but our awareness of such shifts, is burdened by ancient tricks of propaganda. the gear of our incentive must be dressed with the knowledge of randomized weather. (especially as the climate gets warmer and 5G satellites interfere with digital waves) we gotta be PREPARED and the only way to make that happen is to ORGANIZE!
the establishment is crumbling and they don’t want you to know that or at least to do anything about it. it’s not gonna be an easy battle fighting against large multi-billion $ industries. america is an oligarchy.
the very rich and powerful at the top are the minority and they aim to protect their own interests. the same tricks at play now were long established at the foundation of the constitution.
the status quo makes justification of such corruption while the rationalization of such framing is supported by self-serving interests. we have the tools in our box to build a prosperous right now – when we recognize and implement a unified purpose.
this purpose does not have to be abstract or hard to achieve. as humans have always worked better together. it’s natural to want to be independent – we want dignity and the natural sense, to chase after what inspires us. most available work is not promised the freedom without the cost of severe labor.
while working our jobs, we often find ourselves deprived and drained – juggling yet another reality of pay check to pay check. for the working class population, our work is exploited for profit and so it goes on and so on.
“whatever does not spring from a man’s free choice, or is only the result of instruction and guidance, does not enter into his very nature; he does not perform it with truly human energies, but merely with mechanical exactness”.”
– Wilhelm Von Humbodlt
we’ll settle for whatever is necessary in order to survive. this doesn’t mean we have to constantly be misinformed by the mass media who uses our attention for profit. there’s considerable honor in being involved in work, which best serves our hearts and interests.
while we may be cogs inexplicably in a system where corporate power abuses our time and snatches our will to create… – WE CAN ORGANIZE!
WE can do something about it. WE can know what what we’re advocating for (and who has policies which favor a social safety net for everybody).
they’re significant reasons why people outsideofthe united snakes of america, establish a village mind mentality. we are always stronger together. we are a united organism when we are organized!
6 years ago i made this video – (ORGANIZATION OR ORGANISM (COG SOCIETY) – by calling attention to the small moving parts which are necessary for the whole to function.
every voice and contribution matters, regardless of how far from importance the culture makes it seem. the media does a fantastic job forcing the idea we want all of these material and discardablethings when really that is not the case. plenty of people, prefer to spend a great amount of time doing nothing. leisure is always welcomed among humans because it gives us the real space to ponder on what can be done. by not doing anything it creates a landscape for the things we can do. things which bring us joy and a sense of purpose. we are often misled to believe that we don’t have the power but quite the contrary. if enough people make enough noise – radical change of direction is inevitable. We cog to organize!
my love is like a perpetual SINK.
this water has been filtered so that you can DRINK.
this is more that my mind having a THINK.
i’m here to make minds LINK!
eyes WINK!
& jewelry CLINK!
but
what rhymes with noTHING? KNOW TING, so that you can make it BLING and spill it but not onto your SHIRT
for coffee is the color of DIRT
you know black without the CREAM?
my itch is so nervous you might think imma FIEND
my FLOW is so WHOA if you keep listening you’ll become a FIEND
come through without having to see
cuz I need you to FEEL, 4 WHEELS
without a gamble or loud noise that may CRACK
silence is golden you fool, rest on easy without a nervous LACK fumbling, mumbling, and stumbling…
oh, darling – I know this may all seem like too much of a BORE
but it’s meant to tickle your eyes, yes you’re on the right FLOOR!
whether on the table or free from the GROUND –
let me hear you make a SOUND!
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…
Pandora opened up the window and then discovered a triple rainbow! What could this mean? Pandora pondered – until the rainbow smiled back and said: “It means as much as you like it to mean.” Pandora thought about how rainbows made them feel. How they only came back after or during the pouring rain.
Pandora never seemed to care for the rain. The rain would lead to puddles and pandora hated puddles because they led to dirt. Pandora began to interrogate the rainbow further, but before they could speak – a dark cloud hovered over Pandora’s house. Pandora was then abducted by a sudden unexplainable sadness. Until the rain asked them // “Why are you always sad when I come around? You can still go out and play.”
Pandora pondered at this idea but remained still. “Why would I want to play in the rain? That sounds just as ridiculous as would be climbing a tree in the snowy winter. I know rain comes from on high, but I didn’t realize you were that high! Pandora replied. That’s when the rain said “Well, life can’t go on without me – you need me even when you sometimes don’t want it. How about you head over to the corner store and get an umbrella? To have fun with the rain, you need not, interact with it. You must go outside of yourself and play with the serenity, I afford.”
Pandora laughed and soon found the confidence and headed out (this time with boots!) When Pandora came outside the wind blew them onto the ground. “To whom do I have the pleasure of knocking down?” The wind exclaimed!
Pandora realized that not only had it rained a lot but also the wind came with other elements. Pandora looked up for a moment and then began to smile. As Pandora, got up from the ground, Pandora realized their hand was dirty. Pandora landed by a shallow puddle which mirrored their reflection. Pandora saw what was there all along – a face that could be used to smile or not.
Who chooses to see through the cloudscape? Should we allow ourselves the moment of surrender? Admitting that we know nothing. Should we be guided by the light? Even still – the thunderous need to learn should satisfy our endorphins! We may not know but we are eager to find out! What works for us and what satisfies the route of my destination? The noise never expires only returns in new wavelengths. How well are we equipped to deal with a new consequence that we didn’t see before?
Light & Love
Darkness & Confusion
Passion & Commitment
All of them dance in the memory and experience of our lives. For we’re learning always. Never have we ‘found out’ // *finding out*…Progressing. Not holding on so easily because the truth is dressed as the phantom that comes to knock us down occasion.
The elements outside of yourself are constantly at work – but Pandora is only a parallel. This is a story providing a mirror or a window – whichever works!
There seems to be something cosmic about death that encourages a replenishing of the pen. When someone dies – the writers of the pen order a sharp box of new ink! The pencil sharpens its eraser to remove any potential bad news in favor of the preferred story to go with.
If you lived your life as a warmonger – present history shouldn’t erase the trauma and abuse you inflicted in the past. We’re socialized to think, that the moment you die, only your good things should be recalled. Ain’t it strange how we pardon the far away demise in favor of the familiar narrative of heroism?
How, am I supposed to look at the monster that destroyed and conquered the land that wasn’t his? Should I smile at him? Will my smile somehow convince him that my compassion means more than the lives he slaughtered? Maybe the beams in my eyes will illuminate his misery and cause self-reflection that may ultimately lead to repentance?
It’s probably just a dystopian myth led by Christian hope. Even in ‘progressive’ areas of the world, death is still dressed in a traditional garment. The pretended grief from strangers and sunglasses donned to protect friends and family to see underneath it all, you’re not even crying. When someone dies, our memories tend to go through the watch of time and we selectively hold on to the vision we prefer. Americans in particular, are so conditioned to valorize the powerful and defend the people rich enough to afford their own counsel.
I want to envision a world where my love and good vibes actually mean something transcending. but that’s a mission of the strange. It’s almost like reality is stranger than fiction but an illusion is as real as verified science. I can’t seem to grasp the undertaking of a volcanic eruption. The enormity of an explosion which causes lava to scatter to even the most distant villages.
Some people live very close to the volcano and built there entire life there. What about the people who live in areas where hurricanes are common visitors? Should they be worried when the waters come to take what they worked for? Death is not any more mysterious as it is – destiny. A life of shortcomings cannot make one tall suddenly when they leave this planet. Their legacies are what keeps them alive and an objective perspective helps the ash from spreading.
This month I’m taking a break from social media. (Deleted Twitter, Instagram, FB, etc – from my phone – and logged out from other Devices) I’ve called this pink hibernation – it’s already improved my writings and reading (just 3 days in). Social media can be a wonderful tool in bringing to light the sweet and sour grits of the world.
The troubles of life take a larger seat in our consciousness because they make the most profit. simply put, I’m exhausted from the usual annoyances kept at bay by news outlets. You can’t go anywhere too long without a complaint or reminder that tribalism is the new wave to jump on. There’s a lot to learn and I want to pay closer attention to processing information and to toil with silence whenever it comes around.
Sometimes, you need to be reminded that; You are a brave soul. With wings to fly. You have the muscles and energy of your ancestors strong in you right now. Remember You Are Royal, and Your Intelligence is A Reminder of This Very Fact of Your Flight! Connecting with the plural (a group) means understanding the singular landscape (Individual sense of self).
I hope you can listen to this affirmation, and then move accordingly into a Higher Height and even a deeper depth. You got this!
You are intelligent – remember that. If you don’t feel like you are, you can learn about yourself. Get familiar with the sand. Understand nature and unlock the pineal gland. Realizing on a conscious collective that we all have been given this knowledge individually. At the primitive core – we reflect a broader reality. No longer must we subject ourselves to the illusion of systematic indoctrination. All of us can push into higher places with the sharpening of insight.
It takes studying. Reading. Listening.
We have been given mobility, and that grants us access to our individual journey. Realizing that our abilities can be sharpened and we can go to further than we ever thought was possible.
In other words: The knowledge of your abilities is hanging on the wings of those who have gone that far – your ancestors.
“I can’t speak for anyone else, but I either know or I don’t know.”
“It is only by grace through faith that we are saved. It is sort of like saying can you be saved if someone is reaching down the grab you from a sinking ship, but you smack the hand, then no you can’t be saved cause you are rejecting what can save you.”
You can have faith and be lost too. In our mindset, we know where we gonna go but in reality, things will throw us off and we can get lost for a little IF we pay attention to that escape that is prepared for us to exit to that right path. So either way, both sides can get lost with or without faith. We just need to wake up and pay attention.”
“Only in case one is religious.”
“If you’re sincere.”
“Belief = Faith Faith=Belief.“
“You can have all the faith in the world and still the one doing the saving can still choose to say no.”
“I Like To Believe That All Roads Lead Home.”
“If you ask from religious folks their answer is yes.”
“All forks in the roads lead to a destination.”
“Lost or found – faith has little to nothing to do with it.”
“Sometimes being lost is better than being found rather than being taken back to a house that isn’t a home.”
“Yes, because if you don’t keep the faith – you are already lost, but what’s wrong with being lost?”
“Faith is neither here or there – it’s a word to describe hope which we all have to some extent. Not having this, doesn’t make you anymore at ‘home’ than you being lost until you get to your destination.”
“Faith is a worthy substitute. Our “gut feeling” comes from nowhere else but the highest. Some people call it common sense. Some people call it instinct. If people ask for evidence of proof, I believe that your mind and feelings are sufficient enough.”
“Faith is born of evidence given in mysterious forms.”
With me, I can see the evidence unfolding but it’s not ready to give birth yet. But my faith is like it has to be there, it just has to be there, oh it’s going to be there, heck yeah it’s there!!! BAM there it is after the fact. It scares me and then I’m reminded of Him that I asked and my faith was just strong to break those walls down!
Do I believe in God? Heaven and Hell? Evidence and proof of a feeling, proof of our own human minds. What is right and wrong? Judgements! Create feelings! Hate is a choice. We must unlearn! I will say this for the record. I have been told I am going to Hell because of my demonic queer, lifestyle. So ungodly! This is what I tell the people who tell me this.. To be honest, I would be happy and grateful to go to Hell. Finally surrounded by my LGBTQ family, it would be one big happy LGBTQ dance party. I would be much safer in hell, then I am, here, on earth. The reality I live, is that people want me dead, because of religion, and religious beliefs, is that being Christian? I thought that was 1 of the ten commandments,”thou shall not kill?” Oh but you’re not actually taking a gun and pulling the trigger, but you are! You are separating yourself individually and now as a collective whole with judgments, right and wrong, those bullets are silent and yet very deadly… and Yes there are real bullets too. People actually die in the LGBTQ community. Someone in my LGBT family was murdered, found dead, two weeks ago, this exists people. Check your faith people – what you believe.
If it’s a belief, it’s not evident.
I think the very definition of faith is to believe without evidence. If someone tells me that there’s money growing on the tree in their yard, I’m going to want evidence before I turn up with my basket and start picking! But faith is almost a form of esoteric evidence, where you know something is true, even though you don’t have the evidence required to prove it to someone else. Luckily, we don’t have to, which is why faith is usually either a very personal, or else community-focused thing. I’m genuinely puzzled by religions that try to convert people because they literally have no evidence to show, so they are trying to somehow generate faith in another’s heart, and that’s like trying to make a rainbow. You can’t make a rainbow, only God (or the Universe/alternative higher power/science) can do that, and it typically needs a particular set of circumstances in the lead up to it. In general (although there are exceptions), the bigger the storm, the brighter the rainbow. Similarly, the bigger the crisis, the brighter faith shines in someone’s heart when it finally arrives (and it probably doesn’t ring the doorbell!)
Not having evidence and believing is Faith.
Thank you to everyone who participated so far! You may or may not find your answer here but this series will continue on until July. My goal in providing these answers are not to dissect the categories of where these answers stem from. Philosophy and opinions share the same veins and the goal here is to expose the blood that gets us going. Although, we are not always going. Standing still in the middle of our quest – while we interrogate the ‘WHY’. What leads us to these various paths? The more we ask – we get a little bit closer.
Tempting to make a living out of a death sentence. That’s the struggle for existence. Caught in between the cycle of wanting and owning. LEVEL UP!
The abrasive wrestle between gone and coming. There is both the need to be seen in invisible clothes. LEVEL UP!
When talking to you – I’ll repeat what you said in order to indicate I was listening. If you don’t want those words thrown back at you I’ll just ’MmmHmm’ You until you get the point. LEVEL UP!
Seeing as I experienced one of the most random trips recently to Arizona and neighboring areas – it’s about time I level up! *seriously, shit has been absolutely crazy // having a car accident on my way to the airport.*
I’ve taken for granted living in Sweden for a long time. Coming back to America for a spell meant more sugar, money, and unforeseen realities all encouraging me to level up.
Settling for what has already been prepared is a danger zone. You have to see ahead like the eagle and use all of the resources made available to you. Wherever you are – it’s imperative that you level up!
What do I mean by ‘Level Up’? Simply, regain your fuel. You’re spending at this very moment precious time and energy. You can covert this at your leisure but you most certainly use the wings you’ve been provided to fly away into productive manifestation.
Don’t wait for nothing. Nothing ain’t coming but something is always around the corner.
Believe that!
This fact has made me more aware of my wrestle with paranoia and the weight that comes with it. Basically, Murphy’s Law is a B*I*T*C*H*! Knowing that anything that can go wrong will go wrong – has been coughing me up and especially seeing my connection with the number 3.
For as long as I could recall numbers would follow me in some way. Whether it’s some form of ‘7’ (14,56,34) or some form of ‘9’ – it has happened to me all the time. This particular season of *2018* we are only 21 Days Into it – 3×7 – 3 has been this important number of leveling up. I’ve seen it in the most inconvenient and teaching way possible.
Which goes back to my relationship with paranoia – which isn’t always a great way for it to reveal itself back to me. Let’s say two bad things have happened to me back to back – then I start thinking another bad thing must be on its way towards me.
Although, this could also mean something really good is due to happen to balance it all out.
I want to level up but it’s hard when your mind starts making nonsense out of coincidental situations. (Or is it coincidental?)
I doubt myself and while I believe this is a very good quality it can become problematic due to not having enough faith in myself.
We should all level up, yes? Can we do this without annihilating our present convictions? Certainly!
I don’t have a particular formula to establish this – but I do know that all of us are apart of this game of connecting all of our experiences. The way in which we do is selective to our interpretative measures. If we ease on the stress and live in the moment, we’ll do better at remembering “The Birds are Singing” we don’t have to hang on to fear and stress, stress, stress, and more stress.
I gotta feel what I’m writing. In search of this ‘feeling’, I’ve had to wrestle with just how much I’m writing on a page. If I write too little will people think I had little to say? If I write too much – got damn, I’m on my Jester Rants! (Btw, my YouTube channel will resurrect with more content this year!)
I want to win but I know losing is literally trying to find out what people like/want. Trying to fit in what people expect is much like the weather. It changes from day to day, although it’s much easier to know your target market through proper analytics! I must heed this while breaking into new areas.
The motivation, inspiration, and persuasion have always been a wavy sense of connection. I’m an explorer and the more I Search – I see an undeniable encoding in various life experiences.
The more I dig, the greater this connection speaks to me. As I’m writing this – I’m already seeing several ways this blog is gonna go. How do I maintain my focus without losing the ‘feeling’?
You feel me?
It’s important to chase the feeling and follow it wherever it leads you. As of now – my thoughts are leading me to fill the space. We don’t have to keep writing but the more I do – the closer I am to getting to my point.
The lines are drawn and the door is open. The more I write what I feel, the clearer I see how everything is connected. After all, buttons Connect and that’s why we button up our shirts. The symbols I see in everyday interaction come to life through my words. My words will become a platform for discovering the hidden and visible.
I find that at times, I’m caught in between the insufferable *but pleasurable* thigh of allegory and innuendo. I enjoy the warm embrace of making sense out of philosophical possibilities. This can be a task too daunting for my readers. It makes you read a lens not so commonly visited. You stand to benefit with this-this is a remix. Something that’s already been said but my way.
2018 is here and already 14 Days Into it, I’ve had to put in the work before it arrived. I use to say “I always am writing” but this couldn’t be further from the truth. I can’t always write otherwise – I wouldn’t have time to process, read, or observe. What is true though – is I can encourage myself to write with knowledge of a paycheck or simple creative fun. Getting into the habit of writing helps me contextualize those random words that always seem to float somewhere.
This year – I am taking more seriously the notion that I’m writing a book. I’m gonna need your help. It won’t write itself but the basis of it is already laid out.
I’m excited to share with you what more my pen will reveal. After all – It’s all about writing until the pens run out! Only this time – I ain’t doing it just to fill the page as long as I’m feeling it, the hope is that you will too!
Are you aware of the ‘Trans-Theoretical Model’? (TTM)
It comes in 5 Stages:
(1) Pre-contemplation – When one is unaware that change is necessary.
(2) Contemplation – When one recognizes the problem but not fully committed to changing it.
(3) Preparation – When one decides a change is necessary – When one Makes an effort.
(4) Action – When one puts into motion the action to deal with the problem.
(5) Maintenance – Goes hand in hand with action – Also where urges arise to encourage a relapse into the same behaviors.
We don’t always take into account how long It takes to changing behavioral patterns. As most things in life teach us – it ain’t that simple and the complications should be honored. These steps provide a layout that reminds us of the pieces that form the full picture of recovery. Even when you’re on the last step – it’s important to keep track of progress.
It’s easy and expected to get lost on your road to recovery and it’s very plausible that you may relapse. We aren’t always understanding of this struggle but exercising empathy is one of the best traits we can use for one another. This doesn’t mean we excuse toxic behavior in favor or someone’s journey – but again to exercise empathy is a great reward.
At best we are only approximating solutions. We’re all looking through the glass dimly through scuffs and bruises. Which is close enough, TBh. We are gradually getting to where we need to be. If history serves us correctly, it takes time and failure.
Trial and error.
We can learn an awful lot if we use what’s around us to our advantage. There is a lot which is beyond our reach but so many things close to our distance. It’s better if we deal with what’s in front of us rather than overlook what’s just around the corner.
Which leads me to my next point.
When was the last time you thought about the importance of reading?
NEWS FLASH: Most folks – don’t read.
Headlines are not articles. Articles aren’t always volumes but if properly condensed you can pack a lot of information in a few paragraphs. You don’t have to travel to discover more about the people around you. Reading is fundamental and while this is clear – it’s often forgotten about. Books are becoming less and less interested in mass consumption.
The link between bad behaviors and reading inevitably cross in light of new information.
It suddenly dawned me on just how a vast many of us are indeed ‘programmed’. When I say suddenly – I don’t mean out of nowhere. It didn’t reveal itself from the blanket of nothingness. Rather – upon careful observation of our various climates and conditions. We (Humans) are a special breed of Living energies and the way we cope knowledge and information have never been easier at the dawn of this internet age.
^^ I saw this and laughed myself into a deeply thoughtful analysis which is the basis of this blog post.
How many of us are really informed because of the tools made available to us for FREE on the Internet? Water is life and So is The Internet and I’ve already talked about this before – so I won’t go too far on that.
When I think of being ‘programmed’ it’s not by some pseudo prophetic cyber chip implanted in our fingers and hands. It’s more indirect. We have far better access than we’ve ever had in history. Regardless of this, many of us are ignorant of those around us. We simply don’t know because we’re plugged into the system of paying bills and finding out what’s next to eat. This pattern of daily living can get ruthless and if you’re not stimulating your brain by renewing perspectives – like a languid body sitting constantly, you become stuck.
We may not be DEEP or Intellectual enough to break it down from the micro and macro but with the connection of knowledge, we can stay informed. Don’t know? Get up and exercise your right to ask.
This is just a friendly reminder that you don’t have to be all the way there. You can approximate your way to the answer.
As they woke up early in the morning ready for the day at hand: They suddenly heard a voice from the distance – which grew stronger as it came close to their ears.
“Make sure to comb your pennies as you brush your dollars.”
Not much was known about them but they did gain a little sunlight whenever the sun was gracious enough to shine on them. They did not have much but enough strength to keep what could be turned into something bigger. Anytime they walked the corners of the earth – they found pieces of cloth that they connected into a bigger quilt. It didn’t matter where they were, as long as they could keep some space in their pockets. They held onto what little they had, in hope that it would turn into a dollar.
Days went by and eventually, their pennies turned into many dollars. Their hair wasn’t as wild as before. They had enough to show up to the party with a laid back do and enough details to show off how much they had saved. It didn’t take long for them to realize what this meant. Now they could brush their dollars into the deep areas of their head. The comb and brush was a reminder to take what little they had to manage what was in their control.
I heard this in a dream and I find this sentiment very important.
“Comb your pennies and brush your dollars”
I’ve always been one to recycle. A broken necklace?A wrist bracelet. A broken wrist bracelet? A chain to dangle on my trousers. Anything that breaks – will become something else before it goes in the trash can. I do this as a reminder that everything transforms. The purpose doesn’t have to be lost.
Ain’t it funny how when Black Friday comes along we feel justified in buying things for a cheaper price? If you really do the math you’ll open yourself to the scam that is really Black Friday Weekend. Most sales are 20% – 30% off the original price, which isn’t that much of a discount. It’s also convenient that this comes a month before Christmas. THIS IS NOT AN ACCIDENT.
It’s all tied to spending as most as possible for those little charms that make life easier. This also means your hair can get a little more raggedy in the process. By the time Black Friday and Christmas is over your hair will be all over the place. My suggestion to avoid crazy hair – become extremely hypothetical in situations where money is involved. I start becoming a detective searching the ins and outs of the situation.
This metaphor of pennies being combed is like dumping all of your coins out of your storage container. The moment they begin to fall out, they tend to scatter. That’s when you gotta comb them towards you. At times you get lucky and find higher currencies which is always a bonus but even if you don’t brush off those dollars. When there ain’t enough to make a quilt, you best believe you have enough fabric to make an ACCENT. A detail or two that will stand out flamboyantly. Any eye for detail can catch it.
So next time you find yourself with a few spare pieces around – consider combing all that is scattered. Once your done brushing everything together – you’ll be ready to flow with the finest of accents.
A solar eclipse is a lineup of the Sun, the Moon, and Earth. (Also known as a syzygy.)
The Moon, directly between the Sun and Earth, casts a shadow on our planet.
It’s something that rarely happens, but every once a while we have the fortune of experiencing it.
The Moon has to be between the Sun and Earth for a solar eclipse to occur. The only lunar phase when that happens is the New Moon, which happens to be tonight!
Where I am (Örebro, Sweden) We are unable to see the Solar Eclipse.
However, in light of this phenomenon – I wrote a poem which is featured below.
Syzygy 21
Syzygy, oh Syzygy – what a name to pronounce.
This is perhaps the reason you visit at infrequent hours.
Like the rising sun which comes to return a promise of a new day.
These are the glories that awaken us to dream without borders.
There’s a story in the stars waiting to be heard by our steady focus.
It’s never about the arrival but the journey to get to where you are going. Enter in without looking back at who’s looking at you. If you wanna get to the nerve of all the flashes and distorted lights – it takes pure objectivity.
Objectivity can’t be reached if you are only listening to the side you most agree with. Truth can’t be exclusive to whose mouth you favor the most. Whatever you fancy can’t be the only tailor of spirit. If the ‘fit’ is too tight around the waist – make some noise. The purpose of a tailor is to make sure you’re fitted and good to go.
Communicate honestly cuz if there’s anybody deserving of small talk – your tailor is a good bet. The more clearly you represent with what you want the more likely you’ll find what you intend for. What’s the point in lying about your size or pinching details to your tailor?
Notwithstanding our fundamental senses of Sight, Taste, Touch, Hearing, and Smell. Our sense of smell never gives us any warning. You can be in the middle of an engaging conversation until…*SWIFT! What the hell was that smell?* We aren’t as lucky as dogs whose sense of smell is much more stronger than ours. (1,000 to 10,000 times than ours)
*You got to let people have their moment. Stay in silence and just breathe in your own frame.* Again, the nose never invites you, tho. “You can listen without the burning urgent NEED to interject – Jesse!” Learning to do this when I smell bullshit. Again, your nose never warns you.
We live in a time now, where the path to objectivity is rarely seen as a fundamental component to analyzing truth. So many fingers are pointed where we forget about the Whole Fist for establishing the truth. We should be more curious, more willing to dismantle what we’ve been told, and more prone to using the Scientific Method. We have the tools right at our disposal to measure and calculate.
There’s a lot we don’t know but there’s also a wealth of things we can find out through The Scientific Method.
Human beings often find comfort in the usual and mundane. Which means predictable passages of a time don’t freak us out so much, things just float that way cuz they can. Until a new wave comes along.
If getting loose means getting lost, we often will run away from this idea. We want to be found and have a place of refuge not get lost in the unknown.
For in the parable of Y – there is only the search to find X. That’s what I want to know – why. Why do you believe this and what has brought you to this conclusion? When you walk the line straight and carefully were you afraid of falling? Who told you to believe and when you observe the world around you – do you think of those who taught you?
Ask yourself, what if I’m wrong about this? *I have to do this several times* Once you ask a question – study why people believe it. You observe and do the math on your own. You got to do your own math and accept the facts as they present themselves.
I’ve entertained the possibilities for so long until I ran out of adrenaline. Some theories are just flat regardless if the proof is circular. THE EARTH IS NOT FLAT, no matter how many people believe this. They are all wrong because their premise denies verified science.
“If you wanna keep things real you got to play it by how things are.”
Truth keeps on expanding – ever and ever through 33 realms. We are seeking to get there through ever expanding perception.
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.
Just wanted to inform everybody of the new scene I’m clocking! Did you notice the new Cuffs and threads? Yes! It’s on the viral tip! The flow of spectacular dimensions is already trending.
Time in and time out.
Don’t you deny it – comment and like what you see cuz this view ain’t gonna come back again.
This new thing is sexy and got all the numbers you been desiring. The idea is to be on top and to stomp on those at the bottom. Them bottom feeders can’t taste the honey I’m cashing.
I hit the lotto and only a few will get checked!!
These coins are spent through mere luxury. Diamonds on my neck and fingers are to stunt on the haters!
There can’t be any division when the math multiples. I’m only expanding and growing in followers. Everybody is on my page – I can’t keep up but I like it that way.
Take a note from the sound waves up above and remove the waste that populates your face. Get clean and at least pray to get on my level.
How many of us find ourselves in this position? 😀
Scrolling up to find purpose in the *knew* news. We look forwards to the fantasy. The touch of an impending story. We escape through the unreal or at least distorted promises of what we want.
We binge on the fantasy. It’s for fun cuz it’s a quick thrill. It gives us a record of holy moments to relive when we forget to write it down.
This is a fever that can’t be tamed. We rather stay sick – dying till our last breath. We want that extra visibility. A construct of identification. A sense of belonging. A force to be known even when lost in the familiar.
“I’ll follow you into your life. You’ll surprise me and remind me of what I always knew. Occasionally, you’ll comment on my nature to succeed but I know everyone is laughing silently when I fail. How far can I go without the boring usual? Another like to be recorded without value.”
I’m wild by the wilderness of the usual. The expected comes knocking at my door. Serving the occasional surprise but mostly familiar. Searching for newer things with a hope of inspiration to come quickly. In most cases, life comes at you fast. You are never really prepared for the twists and turns. After all, life is a second away from a life changing experience.
There’s not a lot that authentically surprises me as of late. Even the music that is often suggested to me – just ain’t doing it for me. I try to give it a shot but by the time the beat drops, I’m already bored by it or familiar with the producer. I don’t know if people are just afraid of taking risks or if it’s just easier to produce mass marketed clones? The music industry is dead and while we all knew this by like 2007 – it’s really apparent now.
What we find nowadays is cultural appropriation, mockery, a new reason to get angry, and just everything in between. But – I’m SPENT. I ain’t go no more coins in fleeting mirages and empty grievances. My interest revolves around learning as much as I can from History and strengthening my relationship with math.
When you’ve been given less – you are expected to live out more. It takes hard work. To pull yourself up, you got to work together. Working with the least and the greatest just to remain alive. You got to expand beyond the causes and look at just where your privilege stands. We all got to check ourselves. It can be frustrating getting to the reasons behind what’s ringing.
The true luxury is knowing which ones to decline and which ones to answer.
In other words for the recent regurgitation of social media: ALL in favor say Blahhhh!
You cannot really prove anything. You can only provide evidence or disprove something. What’s considered a fact is only a collection of shreds of evidence that you affirm – which hasn’t been disproved as of yet. It’s important to highlight the word (YET) Cuz when enough time passes – it’ll be evident that what was is no more. The power of yet keeps coming and going and will always be the ultimate decision maker.
The media helps at this – it brings us a bit closer to what’s going on.
People can’t help but get mad when things don’t go how they expected. I consider myself a word scientist. I’m always dissecting and observing the way sentences are heard and the way they are processed in the mind. If you could know before things went south, you’d consider yourself ‘Warned’. For years people around the world have considered this to be ‘Prophecy’ – some human in the wilderness screaming out “Trouble is coming – get Yo house in order” most people wouldn’t consider this person as anything other than crazy.
I remember growing up – there was a lady who lived on the corner of our street who we nicknamed “The Junk-lady house” understandably so because her house was filled with weeds and she has several cats gathered around her house. I remember once I had to confront her because a piece of mail came to our house instead of her house. No one in my family wanted to send it over but me being the curious one decided to take the challenge. I remember running up to her door to only knock on her door very loudly. I was nervous because I felt something would come out and bite me! After about 5 seconds I decided to run away only leaving the package on the doorstep. She eventually opened the door and said why are you running away? Come in – I promise nothing will come to get you.
Turns out, she was a sweet woman named ‘Ookie’ she said the best way to remember her was her name was like a cookie – but without the C in front of it. She always would cut people’s grass for free and offer her services. Under one condition – you had to hear her talk about environmental causes. That’s all she talked about. How the planet is going to waste because we cut down too many trees which give us energy.
Last time I heard anything from her was while watching ‘Hoarders’ she was in this episode and I nearly freaked out because I remembered her. At any rate – she had a point. The world was suffering but everyone around the world only knew her as the crazy woman who had a junky house.
Nonetheless, we are warned. Whether we listen to this or not – doesn’t change the fact people gonna complain about not being prepared enough.
So many people arrive in various peculiar beliefs because they piece together things based on how it correlates with something else.
However, Let it be known:
Correlation does not show causation.
This is one of the number one things people get wrong over and over.
“Studies show that MRI scans of people who watch porn display HEAVY BRAIN DAMAGE, see this means, porn damages your brain!”
“Increases in snowballs being sold in the summer are strongly correlated with drowning accidents. See, Jesse you better stop eating snow cones or you risk drowning.
Correlation does not result in direct causation.
This is also a time where we focus so much on what is agreed. You can have a conversation filled with extreme passion and once a point has been made someone at the end of it will sometimes say:
“Well, I don’t agree”
Well, I don’t make statements to validate who’s in my amen corner. Inform me of your Y’s in contrast to my X’s. It’s cool.
We have this absurd obsession with getting people to agree with our said beliefs.
I wrote about this before on Facebook but I’ll say it again here:
In psychology, there’s a concept called “confirmation bias,” where people only accept evidence of things that already confirm what they believe. Researchers have been studying this for years and I can testify as of late, how real that shit is. Have you ever factored in what makes you believe what you validated for years? The more you check yourself on EVERYTHING (Yes, it’s a process but well worth it – There’s no graduation involved) you’ll begin to pull at your own line of questioning. A lot of this will be heartbreaking but hilariously enlightening.
In the absence of evidence from proponents of existence, there is exactly zero reason to subscribe to an implausible belief for which its proponents offer exactly zero valid support.
Proximity is close enough to the truth.
The truth of an experience, the truth of right around the corner, the truth cuz it might just happen to me.
How many times have you heard that? “It COULD HAVE BEEN ME!” Well, maybe if the variations were the same but come on. 😛
Be aware of how you counter this illusion.
Next time (XYZ) which is to assume the same variables at play now will happen again. Well, it won’t. Probability says – the results that occurred now will occur again but that’s likely not to happen.
We often like to think, if we were to make one minor change in our direction then the whole outcome will be differently. This is true to a degree, but slight changes are just as monumental as BIG changes. You can’t run out of lengths when widths are maximized.
This reminds me of the scene from ‘The Curious Case of Benjamin Button’
“When the package was wrapped, the woman, who was back in the cab, was blocked by a delivery truck, all the while Daisy was gettin’ dressed. The delivery truck pulled away and the taxi was able to move, while Daisy, last to be dressed, waited for one of her friends, who had broken a shoelace. While the taxi was stopped, waitin’ for a traffic light, Daisy and her friend came out the back of the theater. And if only one thing had happened differently; if that shoelace hadn’t broken; or that delivery truck had moved moments earlier; or that package had been wrapped and ready, because the girl hadn’t broken up with her boyfriend; or that man had set his alarm and got up five minutes later; or that taxi driver hadn’t stopped for a cup of coffee; or that woman had remembered her coat, and got into an earlier cab, Daisy and her friend would’ve crossed the street, and the taxi would’ve driven by.”
Just those subtle changes make a whole lot of difference. However – it’s been made. It happened in the way it did – if only we could think of what we do before we do it – if math could be reversed?
Death // while you may be following me with your creepy gaze, I am alive in the galaxies around me. Here’s to breathing life for everything that exists in the cosmos! ✨🍷
This year has been filled with transitions. I don’t ever use the word DEATH in a literal sense because I’ve always seen death to be a transcendence of some kind.
It’s the end in a sense but the beginning of another. Sudden whip of transcendence can come as a surprise because it’s seen to be a thief of time. It comes as no surprise that things are sort of written but who knows if the pen is random or by choice?
I’ve come to understand there is nothing to be known about the shit I don’t know. So, I’m not gonna pretend to be informed when I didn’t read the manual.
You got to check yourself before you assume that you absolutely, without a shadow of a doubt, know why things are the way they are.
Cuz XYZ might be the last 3 of 26 // but ABC is the first 3 of 26. 😁
Ask yourself questions about the universe but don’t be surprised when it gives you answers back. All of it comes right back to you. Even the stuff you dismissed because you couldn’t see that far yet.
Maybe you were further away from the light, so you saw dimly. There’s space in between to get lost in the depth of knowledge.
Sometimes a lot of reality seems unbelievable, but it’s not.
Life is historic.
The more you study people and the world around them, they are ever so fascinating and undeniably predictable. Life draws parallels with our dreams. Dreams then live on to reflect an understanding of possibility.
There’s This, That, There, or over by the corner but on the same street.
Black holes, White Matter, and gray choices.
And another thing: God is whatever you define God to be. Like a perspective. Approach. Idea. Dream. Void. Galaxy. Past. Nothing or Everything. A reaction or a cause? However, you spell it out – if you do any spelling at all.
Everything is fully aligned like the planets around the sun. They are also in orbit – so there’s a slow dance going on.
Death plays a part in it.
Some may consider it divine. Cosmic. Revelation.
Time is yours to define. It’s just you in the middle of a bunch of people dancing.
Some people are Uniformed while others are Deranged but in the middle there’s you.
Sitting in the middle of the party – wanting to dance like crazy or just chilling with a drink in your hand.
“Look again at that dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every “superstar,” every “supreme leader,” every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there–on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam. The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot.
Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds.
Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.
The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand.
It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we’ve ever known.”
— Carl Sagan, Pale Blue Dot, 1994
&SoWhileWeAreHere….Let’s create memories. Let’s infinitely go where our dreams lead us. Never mind if we run out of gas. We can walk the way afterward. Better yet, let’s run until we can no longer. When our energy expires we can drink from the pool of the earth. We’re here now, we can explore the higher mountains and deepest seas!
How well can one decipher the truth from the bullshit? You ain’t me and I’m not you. That’s a blessing. Cause I don’t know what leads you to your destination. What’s leading me down this road might make you want to gag.
Listen to yourself but listen to others when you get a chance…. *When they stop talking*
You can learn from the beast of the flower. That monster under your bed may just be inviting you to a bouquet of roses.
Ever talked to someone and before they break news to you – they start by saying: “How can I put this?”
They have this picture in their head. The landscape is clear. Pixels are set. The only thing that’s left now is the picture frame. How do I put this on your wall?
Who’s to say I even want this on my wall? The colors are too odd. Have you looked at all of the other paintings on my wall? Never mind what I like – you just gonna frame the picture and put it out there huh?
Framing pictures are ideal for the picture. Don’t even worry about the frame – just give me the picture and I’ll frame it the way it rhymes with the room. Honesty goes a long way and the picture is as honest to the instruments you used to form it.
I’m quite amazed at what one accepts as reality. Yes, reality has a lot to do with acceptance. Did you know your brain chooses to ignore your nose on the day to day? If you want to *sort of* see your nose, you can call attention to it. That’s the day to day, life at large, your room can be covered with sticky notes – and you can still forget to take out the trash.
Now forgetting to take out the trash will call you by your nose. Something’s come with an essence and you can’t deny it’s power. Otherwise, the funk will call you by your name.
We eventually end up getting to things that need to be done. Priority is decreed by the scheduling of necessity. What’s important to you – may not be important to me at *this* particular time.
Time got everybody confused.
Even Albert Einstein couldn’t quite figure it out. Although he was closer to achieving understanding.
Life as we know it is fickle. It’s there but then it isn’t. Take advantage of this moment. Don’t let it die out in the memories passed. Where regret lives. There is nothing new under the sun, and the moon has seen many festivals. The stars are grand and shine on in the midnight sky.
When the code captures our personality – we cover ourselves.
When the temperature goes down, if you ain’t careful you can freeze into a past state of mind. All of us at some point are gonna cover ourselves with a blanket.
What lies underneath these blankets are the statements, the letters, The symbols, the numbers, the etc, etc.
Whoever you are, however you decide to cover yourself – don’t be afraid of the code. Yours is unique to you. There’s joy in that.
The sky is my mansion where a pallet is transfixed. The more I look up, the more I see endless spirals turning into real life forms. I wonder what ideas can exist, from what’s above me and below me. All is possible with imagination and with the inspiration, you can create the very thing inside your mind. It’s very confrontational to see the very result of what is physical in your mind. It’s not about whether it’s possible – but about the process to enable it to come to life. The process depends on where you are in your life – a lot of things don’t make as much sense as they use to because I’ve evolved. The more I grow, the more I know. Knowledge is mutated and with this means a sharper awareness of my sensitivity to confession.
Confessions of mystery’s tail are hypnotized at length. While my eyes are turning into further oblivion, I’m counting the days ahead of me. What’s found in the eye of the spiral is confessed at the misunderstanding of destination. I’m caught in the influx of where I want to go, and what is meant to be redeemed in my previous promise.
The more I look, the more I change on what I’m really seeing. It’s like looking into the eyes of a spiral – it confuses your eyes and misleads what is seen next. The spirals are like optical illusions, I see more than one thing confessed. My admission is that I understand multiple directions. This only encourages my navigation because I have the freedom to entertain the depth and height.
Come again o’ gust of wind and blow me into distant lands. Return to me – far away places, where I’m found only by the deepest seas and highest mountains. I’m incapable of seeing all avenues left for me because I’ve already been covered in telescopes and magnifiers. I’m followed by infinite spirals and they seek to rearrange me. Fruits from the tree have fallen and in close proximity – one can distinguish the rotten pieces.
What’s dead was once alive only now spoiled by the passing evolution. Changes are recurring and patterns are emptying their significance. Time becomes a deeper illusion and I’m hypnotized by the spiral. I am spiraling out of awakening – the signal is gaining a hypnosis of sensibility. A sour taste lays upon my tongue when I realize the irreversible. Days like this are made up by silent discussions in my heart.
I’ve always been fascinated by spirals and their infinity. When I was young, I’d always draw a spiral with an eye in the middle. This would signify the random state of a hypnotic rhythm. Spirals symbolize what’s constantly confessing tricks of the eye. Spiral Confessions are the turns in my eyes that build on the invisible until manifested. Random ingredients are captured by mindless mixing to convey taste. Methods come and go but with the eye of the spiral, confessions are random and full with direction.
Pardon me while I take a ride to a land of wind and dust. This ride makes me nauseous because it swirls through infinite directions. I’m here and there and everywhere at the same time. Spiral Confessions are statements of mystery which are filled with twists and 360 directions.
To believe what is actual, not being deceived by how it appears. Sure, our frames of perception can be colorful and wide; but if we are gonna make a factual statement about another subject….It’s best to be sure to check the mathematics of your analysis.
Look Twice, Homie!
In the best of passion, we are often arrested in our own thrills. Caught in the rapture of our meaning and forgetful to the other side of the pole. This happens to the best of us. Our voice and more (visibly) our words are devices of construction. We are building a universe by the words we speak and by the intent we set. When having a conversation fueled with passion and dedication, remember to share the ball. If not, conversation becomes a sport and we begin to rectify Shakespeare’s Monologues. Caught up in our own whirlwinds of speech, cutting aimlessly in the air, making all of the scores.
“Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue: but if you mouth it, as many of your players do, I had as lief thetown-crier spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus, but use all gently; for in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say, the whirlwind of passion, you must acquire and begeta temperance that may give it smoothness. O, it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings, who for the most part are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumbshows and noise: I would have sucha fellow whipped for o’erdoing Termagant; it out-herods Herod: pray you, avoid it.” – Hamlet: Act 3, Scene 2
I remember having to remember that monologue in theater class, and it’s always stayed with me. 😀
I could only imagine those on stage back then, would sometimes get caught up in the drama of the moment. Going way too far into their passions, and using their hands and body with too much weight and detail. Which Shakespear was not too fond of. He understood the need of temperance, which would allow a sort of smoothness. He wanted to avoid at all cost, the act of ‘Trying Too Hard’.
Maybe Shakespeare knew, people could see right through the act, and it was determined to sway through the disappointment of overdoing it.
This sets a remarkable parallel to the act of exercising on our madness. We can be thrown into our own passions at quite the cost, and this gives way to Sonic Blisters.
What are Sonic Blisters?
Sound trapped in some kind of emotional cut, and when we feel the cut, we scream. We act on the drama that we experience and are honest to whatever the feeling brings forth. If it’s frustration, it’s frustration. If it’s kindness, it’s kindness. Sometimes we can bleed too far into the outrage and it becomes overwhelmingly too much – but these blisters are controlled through sound.
It’s been a long time since I made a Gumbo video, but this time around I had a few more ingredients to deliver. Follow the suspense, and remember THE SMILE in the midst of all Improvised Frequency – Follow the lead, and you know, LISTEN.
Recently, colors have reintroduced themselves back to me and the results have been a psychedelic sensation. Sensation, like a conversation, allows navigation to be understood and recognized. Imagine a Rubik’s Cube – by removing all of the colors, you’re essentially moving without any intention. You’re just aimlessly twisting a cube with no true recognition of arrangement. Color helps lead the way in finding the answer. Colors are like Thick Triggers which enforces a statue of emotion.
The Thrill of color has expanded a Kaleidoscopic Vortex within me. A lot of lectures are coming through. Amazing how the manifestation of Fall can make one appreciate the deeper hues in retrospect. I’m collectively engaged in sensation.
writing until the pen runs N2 paradise clarity! (by uniform & random means) 