blessings // buttons y'all ~ here is where you can push the buttons of meaning and poetic interpretations of angel & angle windows of insight. peek around, there's a lot to see. (you may discover a key) For me? To sew is bestow! (buttons are like seeds) my aim is to frame THAT name : my sight is to ignite and thus write N2 PARADISE CLARITY. (for what is understanding if not for the s3arch & struggle to get there?)
In this video: I sew 14 buttons on a new pair of *BLUE DENIM LEVI JEANS* something, I never thought I’d ever wear again. 24 minutes of mostly ASMR motion. The results were satisfactory and the therapy was needed. Hence the silence, for the majority of this video. This was a very much an ASMR inspired video. No whispering but careful attention to where I was going with the needle and thread.
This is the result @ ::: 23:16 – 23:38
Blue Jeans For Work3 (2 hole buttons) on the one going down!
Much more coming: BE OUT ON A LOOKOUT FOR PART 7 HERE!
A nightmare came to me like a morning dream. I was fooled by the bright lights from the sun and a soft voice in my ear. Yet, there I was – stuck in a thick sweat – drowning and crying out for help. Reflections of my childhood came as a series of bright flashcards. My old church // Childhood Trauma // My dog Rocky I had when I was 12 // Making food with my grandmother in the kitchen // Marbles dropping on the newly laid tile floor // When I realized I could talk in my head // The Time I tasted a rainbow on the ground for the first time.
These all came to me like bright visions all entwined in a early cold sweat.
I screamed in terror because I couldn’t understand what was happening to me. In my waking life, I’m reminded of the words and stories that have been hidden in various pockets of my mind’s eye. Stories I neglected to share because I didn’t know what they could mean or reveal for the future.
Maya Angelou said it wonderfully:
“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.”
Inside of us are stories that are untold. Some terrifying while others are delightful. Stories that must be told, otherwise they reveal themselves through my dreams and our subconsciousness. The freedom and dare I say – vulnerability in speaking those hidden stories can mean several things for different reasons. Scars remind us of the pain that came before. The evidence of such experiences isn’t always what the mirror wants to face. These scars are a record of the numbers that have been calculated and those calculations are the visible framework of those experiences that are added and subtracted.
Upon the math of these scars which visits my dreams, I have more questions to ask. These questions narrate which direction I’m headed. The very act of writing is liberating. It entices thoughts unvisited in speaking range. It’s such a divine feeling to write. To get it right with what’s written. Feels so casual and simply conversational. Writing makes room for where there isn’t any. It just gets in the way and then before you know it – you start asking the hard questions that visit you in your nightmares. Jeopardy finds a new home in my nightmares, but it’s cool because those questions build the story inside.
What makes our experiences true is what gives us clarity to the lie in why we beLIEve.
2016 is gonna be one of the biggest years yet! I’ve been really discovering connections around the world, and New Zealand has been my latest fascination. I’ll stay there for a couple of months at the start of 2016. Exploring new adventures and territories while also living a life built upon creation and spontaneity. All of this is gonna to be engineered for my Latest Project ‘Characters In The Wind’ due in full manifestation in 2016.
Characters In The Wind is my latest project centered on seven different themes brought to me over time. I’ve realized, if I want to demonstrate what I’ve been seeing and hearing one way to do that is through writing, and film. This is the second time, to me over time select variations of philosophy, deep thinking, and poetry seems to just connect as a conceptual piece. The first was August Feels Like Wednesday, with different themes centered, this is my next project. Seven pieces that will be expressed through spoken word, music, and live documentary with people other than myself. 😀
1 Kaleidoscopic Vortex
2 Plural Arenas
3 Elite Superstar
4 Uniquely Neon
5 Sex Spade
6 Thick Triggers
7 Characters In The Wind
I’ll explore themes about Color, God, Seduction, Inspiration, Paranoia, along with other themes that these titles that rise out of the conversation. I am still understanding what these themes mean over time. But, it’s exciting to actually move forward with a project, that is actually evolving over time. I’m working also with some incredible people, that play a crucial role in my knowledge of these things. I’m operating under the realm of conversation. Putting myself out there, so that a community of people can come together and make something amazing. 🙂 So you’ll see some hashtags every now and then, and those words will be floating around in a sense. I want discussion and perspective as that give clarity to the discussion!
Be on a lookout for those titles, thrown in and out of time. You can follow here, on my blog to keep updated with the latest information! Visual & Audio pieces will follow on my YouTube Channel.
2016, is due to be a year full of surprises and sudden moments of engagement! #CITW
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…”
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!
Lighting up the pyramids to the labyrinth of sequenced change in order to develop a suggested pattern of sight.welcomes a robotic sequence!
Welcome, a robotic sequence!
Swift motions of old realizations welcome the spoken future of lusts!
The wires which transfer power are authorized by the autonomous behavior of program efficiency!
The consequence of machinery births a function without a fulfilled code of ethics and human function.
Within the command of a remote access, privacy is exposed as the eyes of laziness makes known its curiosity.
The horizon of cells has become disposed of in exchange for languages of guided and program agencies of service.
As the tissues are embedded within the wheels of motion, the landscapes pantomimes the expression of livelihood.
(Behold now the strategy of the robotic landscape, as the mentions of sovereignty take flight; the will of human motion is strengthened as intelligence is gained through the remembrance of initial programs.)
Machinery & Plastic Simplicity
The ‘Internet’ is representative of the media, THE Media is a Cartoon Fantasy, that is on the left.
The right is on ‘Plastic Simplicity’ those things of nature that we can fully exercise within the outside.
The machinery on THE LEFT always consists of metal, pins, keys, etc. The broach is on the left side while the cufflink is placed as well. This goes the same for my keys, watches, etc…This machinery represents the designed faculty of society today. The evolution of technology, the computer age, the media institution. I wear this pin, to represent the need of dissecting the anatomy of what’s being presented in the media today, Why we need to be careful hearing/seeing anything from the ‘machine’ we dance to every day with our fingers as we type & record ourselves on this broadcasted social network.
Now to THE RIGHT…we Have The side with Buttons, armbands, this is the LESS busy side of my attire. I’ve created this side for representation of the link of simplicity in contrary to what goes on in the left side machine. I like to call it plastic simplicity because buttons are used more commonly than cufflinks and machines. It’s an ornament, that is the most common fastener, which brings whatever is torn together.
I’ve found this as a way to express my Representative nature, what better way to do this BUT through clothing?
What Comes Next is a meeting of new faculties.
In the night while I slept; I did indeed envision the memory of travel and suspense! This will be a great adventure! Filled with wonder and surprise! I’m ready for the smile! It doesn’t seem like it is happening but it actually starts sooner than I imagined! I’m on my way out to the land of promise and ecstasy!
….More will unfold!
WHERE AM I GOING?
EUROPE!
This will be my third trip and it always makes me so happy and ready for all that is come! I’m going to surprise Miss X! NOTHING ON THE INTERNET IS A SURPRISE.But the love is written in the skies above! This is our destiny!
Summarized Notion of Thought: I have little to say because this space is filled with anticipation!
writing until the pen runs N2 paradise clarity! (by uniform & random means) 