How To Unlock Caterpillar Logic

How To Unlock Caterpillar Logic

Growing up in New Orleans for me was a privilege, that I don’t take for granted in my childhood. It meant good food, lively music, snowballs, and a rich culture. It also meant around spring time¬†caterpillars would hang from my grandparents oak trees!

 

I dreaded caterpillars because they were very thick and sticky. There was often a host of caterpillars all crammed together like a pack of sardines. April and May, in particular, meant caterpillars would be everywhere from the sidewalks, bushes, and my grandmother’s porch. This did not mean much to my grandfather when he’d want assistance in cleaning the sidewalk.

“Come on out here boy, this sidewalk won’t brush itself!!” He’d yell.

“But he’s hysterical of those caterpillars!” Gammie would plead!

I’m thankful my Gammie always had my back and considered how I felt! It is through her care and concern, I never had to help my pops clean around outside during the spring! Luckily, I had a brother who didn’t mind as much! ūüėÄ

I never shook my fear of them until I left New Orleans. I didn’t see them at all in Texas although I noticed on occasion, I’d catch small moths and butterflies. I’ve grown to appreciate the caterpillar because of its developmental changes. I reference their process often in my life. Looking back at how afraid I was, I now see a misguided fear. Was I afraid of growing? Could I soon break free from the cocoon? The more I learned about their process, the more I appreciated their relevance in all living existence.

I made a short video breaking down an allegorical connection between caterpillars and the flow of your ideas!

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The Magician & The Ruler

The Magician & The Ruler

So much of what is happening now – looked completely different than it did last year.

Different variables were at play. I was feeling a magnitude of emotion as I was rushed with the feeling of surprise. I didn’t know what awaited me but I had something to look forward to. There was a taste on my tongue of a delicacy that was promised to me next door. The kingdom of sound was building higher with each crescendo and I felt invited to partake of the music.

Listening to the sound and being able to translate the emotion of what you just heard is what brings connection. No one questions connection – because the answer is found in the electric response. The blessing that comes with the feeling and hearing is what solves an indisputable quest. Have you ever been covered with a sensation that felt unique to any experience you encountered?

When people feel the soul they don’t ever deny the spirit that is joined with the bumps on their flesh. No one can deny the moment you woke up from the dream. The feeling of motivation turns into a desire to unlock what you saw. Symbols take a new life on their own. Numbers make more sense when they are imagined to be what you subtracted and added them to.

Every passing day is a memory into something soon to be refreshed upon contact of recurring patterns. There’s still a lot of work to do about what has been left behind. The march continues to go on for freedom. Saying NO to the voices deemed to oppress will revolutionize the conditions set to put back the forward mind. The voice to stand up still swims in the belly of our ability to make a change.

Open yourself to be ready to what’s ahead of you. There’s a lot gonna change and have already changed and now you are on the path to catch up. You should be awake when you hear the sound of the alarm. Buy into the buzz and taste the delight and pound of your reward.

The stars are found in your black holes. Far away breathing into the sound that’s pronounceable even when you wake up from your dREaM. Life is breathing. Life is happening. Bearing witness to the sound that must awaken a grace to get back. The circles are to press a rotational gaze. A break off in the ocean. Count the victory ahead.

Get back on course and stay in your damn lane! I’m gonna blow the horn and make sure you hear me. If you are on this road, you must yield at some in time. Can’t leave us hanging when we are already on the move!

Stay clean. You’re wearing all white fabric. Details will let you know how careless this white can be. IF other colors make themselves known on your white clothes, you cuffed against sin.

Wearing white clothing- will call the attention of color. Unless you are sure to not act before paying attention to the color. You can keep what you are doing without paying regard to any stains. Maybe they aren’t stains but only rulers to help you further comprehend color.

*STORYTIME*

The story of the magician and the ruler. The ruler wanted to spread angles, and define measurement. The magician wanted to bend reality and confuse your attention pattern. They both wanted to do different things but end up doing the same thing once they worked together.

Take every moment to learn from the experiences life gives you. It’s the act of being engaged in the stimulation of life which brings a graceful rendering. Break free from these chains and stay fearless. Show how fierce you are by actually doing what you write. Practicing what you preach. Showing with your mind and hands that you are willing to do the work.

You ain’t just saying it – you calling to it out by the life you are living. Staying true to myself is the best way to show I’m listening. I can’t be caged or boxed by the drama to be less than what I already am. Life is meant to grapple the challenges in life that seemed too scary to face. We don’t have to lose ourselves just for the sake of saving what we want to control. Work out, folks! Get to the fitness that is to come!

7.21.16

7.21.16

It’s been 3 months and the magic is still replayed in my mind. The life and legacy of Prince is everlasting. Always bouncing through the music and alive through the melody. With each song and rhythm of funk – I still feel the magic. He’s forever embedded in the countless transformations left in every note of his sound. I still miss the constant mystery. The whole aura that multiples when you literally have no idea what can come next. The “You Never Know What Might Happen” The random invites to a party.

He may perform or he might just be teasing to keep us guessing. The new releases of music. (Even more so The Paisley Park Listening Sessions) The conversations that made everyone in the room silent. Prince was more than a musician who lived in Chanhassen, Minnesota. Anyone who followed along the ride was guaranteed a new experience. He encouraged us to surrender your expectations. He talked in a unique way – using words, letters, numbers, colors, and even symbols to convey his meaning. (Who else do you know – could be recognized by a symbol?)

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If you listened to the sound at all – you know! Damn. This is not only fun but life changing. He had us so hooked – one could not plan to do anything on Friday or Saturday because those days likely something may happen!

We began to count on a PPAD by studying the moon. Also the correlation between the number 7. He spoiled us and started to actually remind us when another party was near when the moon was either full or new. Sometimes – the party’s just happened privately and you needed the invite. ūüėÄ

I’m taking, this time, to reflect and to be thankful again to be apart of the experience. I’m pretty proud and thankful that it happened while I was alive. To step into that space. The feel of his studios. The smell of anticipation.

Conducting the studio tours at Paisley Park was an unforgettable experience. I remember going on one for the first time in September and was blessed by the opportunity to see real life history in each of his studios. Joshua Welton gave an amazing detailed breakdown of the studios while also giving us an exclusive listen to HitNRun Phase One. After finishing the tour – Kirk told me “Prince wants you to do the tours – will you be ready tomorrow?”

Wait. What. Pause.

Tomorrow?

He assured me I got the gig and this shouldn’t come as a surprise because they had prepared me for this all along.


I was sent bullet points on to what to say and it became a usual gig each time Prince opened up the doors at Paisley. What a blessing. Surprises were constant and it always exceeded the last experience.
I remember one distinct time a couple of friends and myself was invited to Paisley Park for a music video for Judith Hill. A lot of us showed up but we couldn’t be at Paisley until I was told when to come in. We met up at Houlihan’s for what felt like hours – just waiting for confirmation. I got the call only to be told it was canceled – and while we were all a bit upset we laughed and just shared Prince stories all throughout the night. A couple of the faithful ones were called ‘The True Blues” because we were always truly there. Always there to support and show our love for everyone involved in the Paisley experience.

Another time I got a call that a party was happening at Paisley Park. A couple of friends were invited and while Prince didn’t show up – Hannah’s and Josh’s (3EG) family were there and we danced with them and were invited to the kitchen to eat some food. They called this event a ‘Family Affair” we were delighted to be there. I told Kirk – Since we are family and all “Where is the aluminum foil?” Haha! He got a kick out of that – they didn’t have any foul but plenty of cups for us take with us! (Some of the best food I’ve ever tasted too!)

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We were always down for him regardless of what did or didn’t happen.

It wasn’t that long ago – and while seeing Prince always felt like a dream or some kind of distant ethereal dimension experience. I still miss him around and miss the humor and engulfing parade. I miss him on Twitter and his clever wit. His T.A.D. (Tweet and Delete) He’s left me with so many life-changing memories and I’ll never forget. Thankful for the countless memories and great friends that were brought forth. “So much work to do…Everywhere. That’s what this is about. The Work. PT. Everlasting Now.

There Will Never Be Another Like Him – or like you. So let’s add more colors, numbers, symbols, and anything else to your own story – so we can do the work and remind people luv4oneanother is the only way.

Prince / A Sudden Transcendence

Prince / A Sudden Transcendence

A flood of emotional experiences parades my mind in light of the N.E.W.S of April 21st, 2016. I don’t think any of us expected it to come so soon. On A full moon, Prince transcended this earthly dimension into a higher place. His kingdom in the heavens. It’s been an emotional roller-coaster 2.0 as everything just seems to linger at the center. If I am being completely honest, it feels as if the universe made a huge mistake.

Prince has been the soundtrack of my life for as long as I understood the depth of sound. He has a song for every emotion and experience. Which makes it extremely difficult. He’s everywhere. (The song ‘Everywhere’ from The Rainbow Children) If I want to get Mad // I think of the song ‘Mad’ composed in 1994 released on the NPG Music Club. When I listen to his songs about Joy // I then Rave Un2 The Joy Fantastic. It goes on and on. A song with every feeling and emotion which carries me into a very intense realization.

Prince is one of those artists that constantly challenges and creatively keeps you on the edges of wonder. His music has really affected me in ways deeper than any other artist has, and this expedition is eternal. There seems to be an explosion of where to go when examining the large body of work he has! If you want to know anything, look deep inside your soul!

I was taken by surprise when I realized the soundscapes capable of being explored each and every time. Each time he took the stage, he could rearrange a song in a completely different form. Effortlessly he could combine several genres into one. He became one song and this one song was free.

Prince represented, stood for and embodied Freedom. There are no walls. There is no time. He made an example of this anytime he released a song, he would prove there was always more to find. Hidden treasures buried underneath multiple layers of sonic nirvana. I can speak forever about his music. I use to review his albums on my YouTube channel – it was only recently (about 2 weeks ago) when I decided to remove my album discussions. I enjoyed making these videos as it was so fun exploring the production and story that is enveloped in his songs. I removed my album discussions because I became aware that my opinions of his songs evolved with my experiences. I realize that music is one of the best diaries to any experience. I also realize that I didn’t feel it was necessary to review everything that was released. I can display my appreciation for the music in light of the inspiration that Paisley Park brought me. (I will upload those reviews online as landmark anniversaries come along ūüôā

I’ve had amazing experiences and I am considerably thankful for all I learned since my journey began. Each of us has a Prince story. A time where we heard a song and were taken to a place or maybe even a one on one encounter with him. He’s touched the lives of so many and the reason for this, causes to us to celebrate.

It’s been marvelous to see all of the stories come out which display how many lives he has touched. From young to old. Musicians to Politicians. If you’ve heard his sound at all, you have been moved into a place of true respect. I’ve had the privilege of being closer to some of the magic by experiencing Paisley Park on the regular. Conducting the Studio Tours there, was a dream I never could imagine. Several times I was brought by surprise when he would show up. He’d always say Hi, and was quite the joker. One distinct time I remember is when I was at a private rehearsal with his newly formed band. Kirk Johnson On Drums, Mono Neon on Bass guitar , Donna Grantis on Lead Guitar, Adrian Crutchfield on Saxophone, and Prince primarily on keys (although he played guitar when he felt it)

I was working the teleprompter. Can’t mess that up right? Just scrolling up the lyrics as the music played along. Sounds easy enough right? Well, this one time the set list was not followed in order of the list. Which is to be expected, as Prince shuffles through his songs on a whim. I couldn’t exactly find the lyrics for Free Urself, and the band was playing as normal. Prince was in front of me and he noticed this and would always smile and look back. He had this smirk on his face that he kept giving it as he noticed the lyrics were not there. I was so nervous and was trying hard to find the lyrics. He stopped the music and laughed and said: “The Lyrics just seemed to disappear huh?” I explained they weren’t in the file, and he said “Cool – we can do something that is there. You pick.” So I choose ‘What It Feels Like” and he went through it. I felt so relieved but also felt I needed to step my game so that this could not happen again.

Couldn’t be more than ten seconds and he changed it up after saying “I’m feeling something a bit harder…” then we went straight into “Xtraloveable”. It was so funky, I could barely scroll up on the teleprompter and he looked back and said “You’re free to dance if you want to! You can dance and clap your hands…we’ll just jam! We know the lyrics to this one! Clap your hands and dance! It’s Alright!”

He made it possible to be free. (Even while you were at ‘Work’) To inspire for higher and to reach for broader places. He encouraged and demanded it. It was a necessity to reach out and to do the work. I am extremely thankful for the opportunities that have been given. I’ll always celebrate and remind myself that I was as close to the magic as I could be. I got to see a side to him that was music personified. A gift I’ll treasure for a lifetime.

We in the #PurpleArmy should feel blessed at the amount of music we have because of Prince. We can be captured by simply listening to the sound and for this, I’ll be eternally grateful. Thank you, Prince, for being a mentor, teacher, and the embodiment of music. You have forever changed and transformed the landscape of sound.

#Luv4OneAnother

Pale Structures

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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…”

(Divine Transcendence – Higher Realms)

These are pale structures, finite of true definition. The great news is that there will be a rebirth.

Elderly Terms

 

“The Accusation of elderly conviction is executed merely because of futuristic outcomes, coded by a similar disposition .”

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This accusation is deemed to qualify a sense of youthful examination, which animates the picture of believability.
If this is the impression that designs its players rightfully -who plays the roles?
 
Seize the level of immaturity and arise at your most youthful memory.
Laughing in the fortune of what lays behind and being guided by the train of obscurity.
The terms now are hereby more defined, excellence lies in the way for expression.
Signing the condition away to settle the dispute of locked away silence.
Why settle when things are going very badly?
The good times roll and the search for resembled manifestations, are just as likely to appear realistic.
This aging process is soon to end on the terms of death.
^^ I remember writing this, around this time last year.
YES. Death is apart of life.

Y-ME/X (#Graph#)

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When the act becomes pathological – it is then easier to carry out falsehood.

Concern begins to diminish and what was once an act of sorrow and remorse is now happiness and comfort.

There is no longer a lingering of turbulence, in fact, my character is unapologetic.

I once reflected like time indefinite.

I tried to catch the glass tiles; before they fell.

Without a smile, I asked if you can turn on the stereo.

I wanted to play this old song, about love.

At one time, I thought it was OK for us to communicate, but we simply have no identification with each other anymore.

It’s no longer that ‘Awkward’ silences which truly make it uncomfortable, rather the remembrance of our structure.

We simply forgot to water the plants that day and now the weeds have choked up the smallest hint of life which existed.

Allowing my alter-ego to take over only seemed justified when you no longer bore my true nature.

I couldn’t be true ‘REAL’ with you because there were too many questions.

No, we didn’t have to agree on everything, but we should not have to fight around the details of something.

The noise of my mask reiterates the gloom and ugly, you desperately ignored in our broken relationship.

Did I forget to tell you my name? My name is Y-Me – it is a name that carefully defines the function behind our pantomimed motives.

Why me?

Because you never liked being responsible for your actions.

You rather me but instead the motive behind me, crouches at your door! 

You will have to face it, in the final judgment.

But until then, I leave you a graph, I’ll leave it to you, to measure the axis and right angles.

Perhaps, you’ll define the variables in relation to your ‘X’.

I remember writing this almost a year ago, on the cracks of my relationship with X, and it came back to me, because of a similar manifestation I had recently. A lot of these words could be taken as a bit bitter, but I truly believe the graph will be marked. The house is dissolved, and the skeletons are given a new name!

Orchestrated Intentions

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Life has a funny way of demonstrating its intentions. The one behind the veil really is the one who orchestrates the story.

I’ve realized the reason to ponder mentions of¬†sovereignty. When one reins the innermost areas of your mind; their scent is what causes a passion for their setting. Avoiding the palace of present stories establishes the realities of desires which may embrace your heart. No one quite understands the full¬†complexity of love as it flows through the medium of simple conversation. When one talks to a persuasion which causes them to question love or the very form of it, they are¬†contaminated with mystery and desire. In the¬†brilliance of silence, one manages to rest in the thought of what causes action.¬†I’ve begun to cling to a surreal identity that has a name and a memory. Traveling into the timeless palaces, bring forth a feeling of an enterprise.

I remember when I said this 6/22/10:”I feel very honored to realize what beauty is to me. It‚Äôs more than just a wow factor. More than an inclination of passion, beauty has performed before the eyes of mystery, only to reveal its revelation! It’s paradise found! There is a city I travel to every day and moment of the very second! I will call it the city of X/ X-Factor for now. In this city, the measure of the equation already gives definition to reality. I can expound on it all day! I‚Äôm very much honored to have this now! I owe it all to the X Factor!”

The ‘X’ factor can often be a variable which suggests mystery but when one discovers the formula, the equation is not even bothersome. It is in this confession of intention, where I belong under the order of¬†orchestration. When one thinks about the mindless cycles of talented tendencies; they begin to look forward to the sounds of joy and pain. In this effect, giving birth remains and shadows a supernatural¬†experience.

Looking into the rainbows of the sky one can see color has carried on the bedspread of the clouds. The ultra-violet lights of the sun have made visible bright expectations. It’s a scenario where the stars, moon, and sun belong to me. In the nucleus of my own galaxies, I have already become distant to earthly forces. I will make known an invisible promise to my own self. Silence brings sleeping memories and encourages informative desires. What is now will always be; for I have learned the motion of company. I feel pretty close to my will now, and my representation of meaning means realistic.

Summarized Notion Of Thought:  The symphonies of deliberate innuendos gives the music a melody that is hidden in the rhythmic harmony. Think about it like this; the deeper our understanding for the degrees of light makes us apprehensive to look into the eyes of the light. I know now, our capacities to arise on the landscape of what is real depends on our focus. 

It’s All Coming Back To Me

I would be remiss to settle in my memory without at least releasing some of the inhibitions of my mind. A break-up is one of the hardest things in life, it doesn’t matter how hard you ‘IMAGINE’ you could flirt or simply pass up those memories as things of the past they contain a special function that is systematic.

It’s¬†almost as if those memories are understood clearly in random details of arranged¬†positions¬†of the past. You think about the smile, and you focus on the camera or how they understood you like no other. When you’re with that person, the only one you see is them. AND truthfully, after the break-up, all you see is them again. Because You miss them, you miss how they understood the things no one else understood. How they accepted you with flaws and all. They accepted the holes, wrinkles, and even the¬†misunderstanding of you – WHY? Because They Loved you For You. You were the person that made the exception.

First Loves are printed in your heart. They serve as a reminder of reality and who wants that person to go? The more you squeeze something with a clothing of oil, the more it slips away from you.

It’s something you deal with until the process of healing reaches its climax. It’s only been for a few weeks. And I feel it all coming back to me! What comes next will soon be revealed.¬†Celine Dion sang this song with such passion, and the lyrics just speak to me SO great! ūüôā

It’s All Coming Back To Me

“There were nights when the wind was so cold
That my body froze in bed
If I just listened to it
Right outside the window

There were days when the sun was so cruel
That all the tears turned to dust
And I just knew my eyes were
Drying up forever

I finished crying in the instant that you left
And I can’t remember where or when or how
And I banished every memory you and I had ever made

But when you touch me like this
And you hold me like that
I just have to admit
That it’s all coming back to me
When I touch you like this
And I hold you like that
It’s so hard to believe but
It’s all coming back to me
(It’s all coming back, it’s all coming back to me now)

There were moments of gold
And there were flashes of light
There were things I’d never do again
But then they’d always seemed right
There were nights of endless pleasure
It was more than any laws allow
Baby Baby

If I kiss you like this
And if you whisper like that
It was lost long ago
But it’s all coming back to me
If you want me like this
And if you need me like that
It was dead long ago
But it’s all coming back to me
It’s so hard to resist
And it’s all coming back to me
I can barely recall
But it’s all coming back to me now
But it’s all coming back

There were those empty threats and hollow lies
And whenever you tried to hurt me
I just hurt you even worse
And so much deeper

There were hours that just went on for days
When alone at last we’d count up all the chances
That were lost to us forever

But you were history with the slamming of the door
And I made myself so strong again somehow
And I never wasted any of my time on you since then

But if I touch you like this
And if you kiss me like that
It was so long ago
But it’s all coming back to me
If you touch me like this
And if I kiss you like that
It was gone with the wind
But it’s all coming back to me
(It’s all coming back, it’s all coming back to me now)

There were moments of gold
And there were flashes of light
There were things we’d never do again
But then they’d always seemed right
There were nights of endless pleasure
It was more than all your laws allow
Baby, Baby, Baby

When you touch me like this
And when you hold me like that
It was gone with the wind
But it’s all coming back to me
When you see me like this
And when I see you like that
Then we see what we want to see
All coming back to me
The flesh and the fantasies
All coming back to me
I can barely recall
But it’s all coming back to me now

If you forgive me all this
If I forgive you all that
We forgive and forget
And it’s all coming back to me
When you see me like this
And when I see you like that
We see just what we want to see
All coming back to me
The flesh and the fantasies
All coming back to me
I can barely recall but it’s all coming back to me now

(It’s all coming back to me now)
And when you kiss me like this
(It’s all coming back to me now)
And when I touch you like that
(It’s all coming back to me now)
If you do it like this
(It’s all coming back to me now)
And if we…. “

Summarized Notion For Thought:

I know the power of ‘Forgiveness’ and this truly heals. When I think about the record of smiles, and tears. I realize they are much like rain. Destined to make the flowers grow; in the seasons where the garden blossoms and the colorful designs of flowers make for fashion. It is in this season the rain and shower all marry the reason to the tears.Image

Instrumental T E X T

What I gave was a personal invitation for discussion. Detailing out my unspoken toxins has spilled all over the laboratory of fragile yet sincere containers.

Letting go for a moment while realizing the movement of memories shakes my very existence.

Ultimately, love thy will be done!

I’ve tried to instrumentally talk to the parable because lyrics made no difference. I feel like this was the time to let go.

Not that letting go simplifies the equation but it most certainly complexes the reason of why we stay.

The text will manifest itself deeper than the lyrics try.

I’ve literally tried I have given my all and yet I still crumble and fall.

The Inconspicuous Embryo Was Charged, yet the unspoken nucleus is barely a whisper.

When it grows and reaches climax, the invitation for the company is disregarded.

The charge is placed by the mere thought to keep it ‘responsible.’

Such is life.

I am awake from the dream and it’s so much more realistic!

(Meaning the weird beginning was charged BY me; because nothing was said about it. And the reality is that we never really speak about it until someone else mentioned it. We don’t need any other company and we both need to keep responsibility at our feet. We are real.)

I’ve given thought, and I am loaning this to the hands of time. In this depression of oppressive realities, I HAVE NEVER LEFT YOU. If it interests you, take a hold and trust the knowledge of me. I know the complex came out of nowhere, but we must reach for¬†maturity. Let’s be front here. You’re strong and we are supported. We want what is ours in the future! This is futuristic fantasy, that is now Present realities.

Summarized Notion For Thought: Realizing that every sound is a color to the picture and that every melody is just as strong as the lyrical content, will qualify us in dazzling proportions!