Getting There

Getting There

FOLLOW ME AS I CAPTURE THE ESSENCE OF THE WIND
WE MAY BEGIN TO REVEAL THE SEEDS OF MY SIN
CRYSTAL STARLIGHT HOVERING OVER YOUR HAIR
A WANDERING CALL BECKONS YOU TO SIT OVER THERE

AND NOW HERE YOU ARE NERVOUS WITH DESIRE
WISHING FOR PURPOSE TO STING YOU WITH A HOLY FIRE
THEY CAN’T SEEM TO SEE THROUGH YOUR OPEN WINDOW
THOUGH YOUR HEART BEATS WITH A CRIPPLING CRESCENDO

LOST IN AN UNKNOWN LAIR – WHERE GOVERNING BEATS REPEAT
SOUNDS GLISTEN PROVIDING RHYTHMIC MEDICINE TO YOUR FEET
A MAP OF PROMISE BEGINS TO ARISE FROM THE SMOKE
A CAT APPEARS TO REMIND YOU OF FATES JOKE

HOW DID YOU EVER FIND THIS ARENA OF CIRCUMSTANCE
WHEN DID YOU EVER FORGET THE CODE OF TRANCE
NOW YOU CAN’T HELP BUT TRIP ON A SLIPPERY BASE
THEY CAN’T UNSEE YOUR BONAFIDE FACE

THE TOKENS HAVE ALL FELL OVER INSIDE A SHALLOW CREEK
AS OUR POCKETS WERE FULL – WE COULD HARDLY SPEAK
BLESSED ARE THE DAGGERING MOTIONS FROM THE SEA
FOR WOE WAS THEE, NO LONGER ME – FOR NOW WE HAVE THE KEY

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Misery And Company At Your Buffet

Misery And Company At Your Buffet

I sat down right next to misery on the train towards The Highway of Empathy. Misery then told me, how much they loved my company for they had sensed my pain. Before I knew it – I began telling them what made me miserable. It’s fair to say we bonded quite quickly.

The phenomenon of trauma bonding is a bit more clever than I supposed. I left feeling as if I wasn’t the only one who had pains and bruises. I knew it was not only me who knew misery. When I finally arrived at Empathy Highway – I began to understand so many others experienced and felt similar to me. I quickly realize what we soon discover – I ain’t the only one in this bih!

“In the land of misery there lived a voice. A voice seeking to be heard by all of those whose woes were awakened by shared disgrace. Misery has a lot of company. Friends or enemies – it matters none to misery EVERYONE is invited to bond over the fire and ice. We are burned and then we are sent to Antartica.”

We are living in a time where misery is experienced at an intensified level.

With knowledge comes the awareness to put knowledge at exercise. It can’t stand to be stagnant – it must move in order for it to truly be alive. For what can be said about the familiar stroke of hardship? How are we to move on when our motivation is gone and when there’s no clear path to healing?

The conditions of life can be very hard even for the strongest of us. All we really have is each other and when your neighbor starts acting a fool, you got yourself. Even when you let yourself down, you’re still with YOU. Another chance to get it right. Remembering that even when it’s wrong you can appreciate the balance.

STILL, we can’t help but listen and share our woes. Whether with people, paper, art, or any amount of creation we can find to muster those silent woes. While we all share a relationship with life’s pain and triumphs – our pains are remembered with stronger conviction.

Misery is a friendly invitation extended to anyone who chooses to remember their miserable experiences. Somebody will find something to complain about. There’s always room for improvement and complaints remind us there are advancements that can be made. Just as long we keep it in the current motion.

Hindsight is more the 20/20 – it’s a dream we won’t remember all the details to.

We are like questions being drawn at the expense of searching for answers.

Sometimes all it takes is the right question to be found at the right time in your sorrow. I have learned to not be afraid of sorrows pull – for there’s a lot I have yet to process in my tears.

When the aches of life return and wish to retreat at a buffet with all sorts of past and present existential reminders – I’m gonna eat it one tribulation at a time. ( I may very well leave some entree’s because some things are too high in sugar and fat).

We don’t have to deal with all of the sorrows of the world at once. There’s a lot to eat and if you’re aren’t careful you can put way too much on your plate because you spend too much company with misery. Social Justice is important but if you’re gonna be a warrior – you have to always be prepared to fight.

That’s part of the problem, carrying swords, arrows, and armor. You won’t always be able to dodge those bullets and avoid the inevitable. The inevitable happens. Response or reaction? It’s all about your determination to resolve. If it’s all meant to be here or there.

Don’t let life hassle you into a thousand schemes of awakening. *Sleeping is sometimes some of the best natural medicine life can give you*. I’d encourage you to be aware of the many courses made available to you. Blow off your back the familiar retrograde set to keep you in flames. Every experience isn’t dealt with the same way – best if we stop pretending they are. Leave yourself to your own space where you can eat your grace at your pace.

Remember: You’re the one eating is what is nutrious. *Hopefully more than the sweets* You get to choose what you want and what’s yours. No matter who’s around you encouraging you to “EAT! EAT! IT’s GOOD!” It may not be good and to the company that suggests otherwise – remember it’s your buffet. You get to eat whatever you want. Your mouth, Your choice!

The Big But (Discover Naunce)

The Big But (Discover Naunce)

We all hear it more often than not. The BIG BUTT!! It comes in around the corner with a fancy strut. The more someone keeps talking with this and that, there it goes. BUTT!

The negation because there’s obviously something we have not considered. The Butt comes in tight/loose jeans, yoga pants, long or short skirts which allows the wind to come to reveal the negation – you can’t always be mad at that, ain’t nothing to be mad at.

That’s what people pray for sometimes. A different approach which you couldn’t see in the far distance.

We can’t always escape it, in fact escaping it just means you weren’t willing to listen. There’s a lesson hidden in the ‘Also’. Even ‘But’ can bring a fresh perspective. The power of the mind allows a constant refresh.

Our abilities to think for ourselves is a vital element in our evolutionary development. Thinking on our own terms all while also acknowledging the space and opinions of others. Our minds are fascinating discoveries to fantasy and real stuff. How are we able to separate and distinguish the two?

There’s also the blurred middle where things can take a unique form and transcend fantasy and reality.

I like to call this middle ‘The Discovery.’ In it – we’re searching endlessly. From the top or at the bottom. The more you keep searching and driving – the destination becomes less important. The discovery is a loop that changes beats through rhythmic chords.

The middle is seen as discovering why the ‘But’ was brought up in the first place. You can take every moment to learn from the glance of ‘but’ – although at times we can benefit from the silence of mystery.

I was once told solid advice from a colleague: “Consider removing the ‘Butt’ // when it shows up as a big ass negation that stands in the way of everything that precedes it. “But” can be exclusive and isolating “And” is more inclusive and welcoming.

You can’t consider the options when you are far too quick to remove the possibility by affording the impossible by the ‘butt strut’. This is true.

There’s a lot to know which can be discovered by us saying nothing at all. Unpacking nuance is an abrasive but necessary adventure, we must be willing to enter into. There’s a lot that we miss because we forget how much is nuanced. To this point, But can work to our advantage; when we know how to use it.

Concentrated Stare

Concentrated Stare

What are you staring at?

Could it be my dark skin paired with beige company beside me?

What about my countenance – is it that threatening to be remembered later?

What gives you the thrill to focus so long on what’s in front of you?

Pardon all of my questions – but you don’t seem to mind answering all of where your curiosity leads.

I don’t mind if you take a look but to follow with your wandering eyes seems a bit much.

You are concentrating so much with your stare – I can literally hear what you think!

All of the assumptions and judgments, they aren’t all pleasant.

I feel it and I can see where you’re going with this.

Therefore, I’m gonna give you something absurd.

A middle finger or a twisted face.

I’m not sure yet – but the more you look – you’ll notice.

Enough to get you talking to your family at the dinner table.

I can already hear you telling them about how you saw someone so peculiar.

It’s funny how in an instant someone can become the talk of the day.

I’ve become famous already through your concentrated stare.

How highly you must think of me. To offer me such consideration in your eyes.

So you like what you see?

Even if you don’t – subconsciously your curiosity is a bit deeper than you expect.

I feel the power of your eyes – it’s pulling me like the moon.

How full your eyes are – staring into all the deepest crevices of my movement.

Your eyes are doing all the talking and I’m convinced your mouth is too shy to speak.

Don’t be shy – there’s language that rhymes with staring.

It starts with a hello and ends at: What are you looking at?

The Dial of Your Philosophy

The Dial of Your Philosophy

I rather the page of the story be bookmarked than turned completely. I’m drifting lost. No more pages left to read. A story told by the word of mouth. The art of listening is also hearing what was not being said. To be caught against offense is to not hold merit personally.

For theories and the word of the philosophers  – the tongue is to encourage thinking and questioning. If you can not ask within yourself – the wonder remains lost. The answer is far found by systems designed that you function within them. If by departing into identity, you’ll be at an advantage to learn about liberty. The liberation of the soul is real and true.

We have teachers all around us imparting knowledge that we can learn and share from. Everyone wants to assume they are right and have the answers. Some offer better reasons than others. Standing on the fence of what’s right and what’s wrong – cross parallels the difference between the points and lines.

At what length does one go through to show where they stand? Proximity and measures across the boards – determine what is heard. Some ideas are sworn into a moral code and are eventually locked in. When these ideas become locked in, you risk the danger of cutting out new information. Ideas expand from root and observations – these are unknown causes that can only be set to challenge real effects.

I think a lot of us deal with way more than we have to. We put on extra because the world shares extra. A lot of what we know is partial. Subjectivity and objectivity are often confused.

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“If I could speak only when spoken to – would you listen when asked? By listening – I mean to get where one is coming from without interjecting?

Every day I’m learning what it means to speak to myself in my mind. Before I open my mouth, I deal with what my brain processes beforehand. If I speak too soon, I may trespass a meaning that wasn’t intended. Nobody wants that. Then you have to suffer a repetition of what was said – to make sure you heard correctly. You might then have to deal with the delivery of how you said it.

We should all deal with our meanings, reactions, and emotions accordingly. More often than not, we may bite too soon and chew way too fast. How can anything we consume be properly digested if we’ve forced ourselves to eat at a fast pace?

Everybody seems to be in a hurry. The race to the finish line. If we could all be punctual – but we all have or different reasons for arriving late or even early. Some people don’t wear a watch and have to constantly ask – what time is it?

I wear a watch and this gives some a slither of confidence. I’m aware of the passing seconds. This sometimes wrestles with my anxiety when I think the time is running out. If anything time reinforces an amount of control we have temporarily – time is the only element we can agree on within a frame or more.

Belief is what you want or do not desire. You can turn it off or on. There isn’t really a way to look at it unless you start really believing it. Belief is really magic. The reason why people believe is beyond our comprehension. People usually have several different moral beliefs but fail at holding them in true value. This is because when challenged on what we believe it depends on the moment of our conviction.

You might catch me on a day where I’m trading my movement for stillness. My days are fractured by the measured on how well I kept up with emotion. The feelings we have are temporal and don’t really engage any long term values. When one appears they can easily hide behind the veil. Curtains are drawn. Masks are worn. Walls are shredded. It’s the bliss of spells cast by illusion and attention. There’s the art to morality that eventually calls into question philosophy. Where do you stand as it concerns YOUR PLACE IN THIS YOUNIVERSE?

You dial what moves are made by the orbit of gravity and shit. 😀

A Sound Proof Destiny

A Sound Proof Destiny

Sometimes life is filled with unpredictable sentences which leave you dumbfounded. No matter how much you read into what is before you, it doesn’t seem to process. The connections make a draw and you’re left with thoughts about things you never knew could be conceived.

Ever talk to someone and then suddenly you got lost because they went on and on about something you never quite – caught up to?

When they just seemed to go on tangents about issues you never knew were issues until they classified them as such?

Ever been caught off guard completely by life and how one reasons with reality?

Ever just burst into laughter because you crossed something in your mind, trapped in some distant part of your imagination – which then created joy and made you laugh?

You can even climb trees in the winter time right after the snow falls.

What you just saw happened (in your mind) can happen and that’s just life answering back at you.

It’s Sound. It comes as proof of some kind of destiny.

Or maybe it just doesn’t make sense?

You can climb a tree at home while not having to go out in the cold after it snows 😀

Take A Listen…

THE GLITTER OF AN ANSWER

THE GLITTER OF AN ANSWER

When you are awarded for what you intend. The extra sprinkled passions – that enlighten conversation. The Cookie. Accomplishment. Success. Certificates. Ribbons.

So the question is – do you wanna cookie?
Don’t mind if I do!

Not all ribbons and certificates have to be given through an academic means. Sometimes – you are awarded based on intention. Ain’t nothing wrong with that! 😀

 

 

Sonic Blister(s)

Sonic Blister(s)

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.

Looking Twice // Listening Closely.

 

Bubble Magic

Bubble Magic

Ever been invited to magic through the spherical wonder of bubbles? Light traps inside these spheres and they fly in movement with the wind. When magic invites you, look out for the burst. With vessels encoded in color, you can begin to imagine the frames of boundless measure.

Through the circumstances of random blowing, you can now create prisms of bliss by the bulbs of bubble magic.

What makes bubbles magic, is the way it invites you to see where it’ll go, it can sometimes, act as a deceptive force.

I recently met an older couple out in the park, playing with their grandchildren blowing bubbles in their faces. Creating awesome memories by just blowing away in their bubble magic. I was with some friends, and eventually, the lady came over and asked if we would like to join in on the magic? We accepted and before you know it…we were blowing bubbles and having fun with them, tracking where the bubbles would go next.

While talking about the fascination of bubbles and all of its joy, she started talking about the beauty of nature which then transformed into a conversation about Jesus. She shared her life story, how she moved from being in Africa sharing the Gospel. She expressed how Voodoo is real, and how the people in Africa are under demonic spelling. (Yet they are more willing to receive the gospel than the secular world here) She also mentioned how she promotes all that is light and good. She spoke of the darkness, and how the world has not received the light. Yet she says, how the light is everywhere because blood has been shed, which has forgiven us from all of our sins. YOU MUST ACCEPT JESUS CHRIST TODAY! She exclaims! But would if we never heard of Jesus Christ? We ask. She says, “Well I believe God knows your heart, and if you have not heard of Christ, you will be expelled from the punishment of hell.Well, why would you tell us (&WHYWOULDHEPUTUSINHELL?)- NOW I’m Screwed because I feel the pressure of making a decision! If you did not come to us, we would have a chance of mercy”.“AH HA!! You now must decide where you want to go? Just accept Jesus Christ and you will be forgiven of all of your sins!” Then she proceeds to tell me how we are all born Separate from God, (HUH?) and how the only way to be brought back to God, is by accepting Jesus and allowing the Holy Spirit to come into our lives. She expressed how we can’t-do it on our own. I proceed to ask her .”..is there any other ways or is the ONLY good coming from Jesus?” She said how she believes angels are friends of God, yet even they had to choose whether they wanted to side with Lucifer. She says, how Jesus left on a cloud, but that he would return again. She then told me, how Jesus is not on earth now because if he was, the world would be in a much better state. She said when Jesus rose from the dead, he had to leave for us the Holy Spirit because he couldn’t be here with us forever. He had to send a ‘Helper’ who is the Holy Spirit. She said Jesus would come back the same way he ascended, in the clouds and the same place he left. She also told me, how people would say Jesus has returned, but do not believe them. So at this point, I really wanted to know who to believe? What makes her different? She gave me more information and ways of dissecting what was right or wrong, pretty much went back to Jesus at any time. At one point I mentioned Cotton Candy, and to no surprise, Jesus was even mentioned with Cotton Candy. Jesus was the ONLY way, That trusting in him is the only bridge to the separation that existed since we were born. We were all born apart from God, she continues. I ask her..How were we born into this division? She explains..”..it was due to our sins and how God wants to save us but we have to trust in him and him alone.” I had a lot of questions and she answered pretty much all of them, but I couldn’t help but notice her cough. Not a literal cough, but some kind of reduction. As if she was making up for my disbelief or questions. Anytime I asked her anything she coughed. Everything at any given time is coughing in some way. This is considered the reduction. What is taken away, once something is received? She somehow rejected any ideas if it did not include Jesus. After we shared a few more words, I thanked her for talking with us. She nodded and expressed interest in continuing to play with her grandchildren, and we wished her well. Her last words were “I hope you can make the best decision of your life!” With a wide smile on her face, then she continued playing with her grandchildren. By then all of the bubbles were gone, and the one bubble floating in the air, burst in an instant.

Afterward, my mind went in a Madrid. The bubbles were the invitation and before I knew it, I was floating in complete improvisation in with her. Who knows, how big the bubbles are now. I just know, I’m flying high because of the push of the wind. I was blown into and now spheres continue…

Basically, I met a crazy woman blowing bubbles. 😀 (I’ll explore that craze, much later) But let me just say this –Your intentions may be well but to forfeit the reason of journey, in light of pressure to get people to believe, You lose all.

Bubbles were the invitation to a much darker reality, and then POP! I was brought back to the awareness.

This conversation provided for me a capsule for Characters In The Wind // Stay tuned for the film – which is coming later in the year of 2016. I wanted to share this story from the archive of activity that’s been happening in New Zealand. So many things whirlwinds of activity, I’m just having to remember I can share them! I am quite amazed at the intensity and crazy colors that have expanded since I been here. So much more to see and welcome!