180+ days on HRT and some catching up in nature

Almost 7 months on hormone replacement therapy. Really late update for month 6 and catching up on happenings since month 5 update. Recorded 6/8 so at this point I am inside month 7 lol. More updates on the way.♥♥♥

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They dance spinning weaving through many dimensions. Crystalline brain integrating synthesizing programs. Amplify healing. Explode. Expand beyond confines. Things only matter in the realm of matter. You come from far beyond climbed from the bottom. Now is your chance. Up up to perfect progress. Ascend beyond Animalia. You are spirit.

Another snapshot in the progression of this piece. I like to refrain from naming my art. I prefer to let it speak for it’s self, tell me it’s name.

Some words + Some art

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Manic world. Depressed human. Locks. Chains. Cords. Keys. Strangled. Inhibited. Out of control. Confused. Knowing too much. Not knowing enough. Victim to emotion. Desperate. Depreciate.

What do you seek?

Power = Control

Self knowledge = Freedom

EXPAND into infinity.

Some words + some art

IMG_2403The thing is… shit happens and we have to pay for things. When I cannot I don’t, I do not pull my hair out. I simply and calmly do not pay and will calmly explain my situation to the collector. The key is we must do what we want to, what we have to and keep ourselves happy. Get naked and roll around in your freedom. It will give you peace when things are really crazy. Think about it, really focus on the idea of always doing something you love doing. When something bad happens it happens in the middle of, on the way to or in-between things you love doing. It is Marry Poppins’ spoon full of sugar and it makes the proverbial medicine go down. Sugar curbs the taste of biochemical bullshit and love curbs the taste of hard knocks. Love for life motivated by pursuing our spiritual agenda, doing things that make you feel like fuck yes I did that and its amazing! Do them now. There are traits ingrained in your character that have been there from the beginning these will point the way to activities that make you feel… alive. You were practicing them from the beginning because you were fresh from your vortex. Do not think of careers because they should just be an extension of these activities pursued based on passion. As more and more focus this way it changes the collective reality, the crown jewel and operating system of matrix technology. This is deactivating or crashing it and desperate efforts are being made. Fuck ebola. Can you confirm knowing anyone who knows anyone effected by ebola? Now donate to ebola has popped up everywhere all perfectly synched with the end of the slow boil fear campaign put on by the media. The game has been punch them in the stomach with horror and they will give anything, rights freedom money to be protected. That shit is played and paper thin.

Get money Ebola. Get love loves. ♥

 

Then the sun returned

Morning rose on Maryland and Virginia, a golden glow warmed the world again. Although I had gotten not a wink of sleep I was refreshed by a good stretch at a gas station in Baltimore. The morning revived me and I felt the hazy perplexity of a tired mind break. So I spent the morning hours traveling thorough to North Carolina and the afternoon making my way to Charlotte. Around 1 pm the missed sleep came back with vengeance. I was overtaken by a powerful lethargy and mild delirium mere miles from my destination. I arrived barely in touch with my body. I slept deeply for many hours, then I made lego houses. I spent 3 days with my parents and little brother.

IMG_2217Leesburg VA.

Charlotte was full of moments with my immediate family and closest friends. I took in a festival and shared warm moments with those whom I have the closest relationships. It was difficult to move ahead but I was excited to connect with other loved ones and to feel the peace balance and connection with deepest self that come with being home in the truest sense. It was time to head to South Carolina.

Then it was quite

Night fell as I crossed into pennsylvania and it all became colorful sparkles on an endless black sky. I stopped in philadelphia for some late dinner around 11. As I sat in cantina Los Caballeros scarfing down the vibrant mixture of lettuce avocado oranges carrots and several other colorful clippings I half listened to to the barmaid talk with regulars. Although they had deepened the colors of the day had not faded and I was eager to make ground so my mind was on the road. Midnight saw me thanking the very proper young lady for the satisfying vittles and tolerating my very spaced out less conversational state of being. I took to the night air stretched, breathed and turned again to my journey.

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The world was silent. In the depths of night I entered a toll plaza somewhere in New Jersey. I slowed and noted there seemed to be only one booth in operation, everything was dimly lit. I retrieved my wallet and adjusted the volume on the stereo. A cool chill and a nagging confusion brought everything into focus as I turned to ask the cost of the toll, it wasn’t listed on the outside like I’m used to. The extremely thin woman raised her willowy finger and with an inaudible whisper indicated the toll to be one dollar. Her dull black hair lightly fluttering on her shoulders with the wind. She reminded me of witch lore. Silence and this.