Swollen Moon

Swollen Moon

I smell like the fragrance of the golden moon

Strawberry scents of the rich skies which make them swoon

Without saying words, shared stories of my tailored made dress

Can’t tell if they’re clever enough to unbutton it with finesse

At the mercy of the bird – I hear their word

Their wings soaring a tune, while the daylight hides from the moon

There they stood – looking at me from the lowest to the highest top

If they focused any longer,

They would be able to see that I just don’t want it to stop

I felt eaten alive as they studied my charts

From all of the truth to the lies

From the deepest pits of hell and my nightmares

To the overflowing heavenly skies

I’m the pariah and I’m the prey

I toss with the wind and I can never stay

I’m the pariah and I’m the prey

I toss with the wind and can never stay

My growth expands me into multi-dimensional halls

All of the signs are written on the Cosmic Walls

My growth expands me into multi-dimensional halls

All of the signs are written on the cosmic walls

Written on the cosmic walls

All of the signs are written on the Cosmic Walls

I smell like the fragrance of the golden moon

Strawberry scents of the rich skies which make them swoon

They describe to me, the direction of your heavenly flight –

I shall truly reach the depths of this melodic height…

At the mercy of the bird – I hear their word

Their wings soaring a tune,

While the daylight hides from the moon

I felt eaten alive as they studied my charts

From all of the truth to the lies

From the deepest pits of hell and my nightmares

To the overflowing heavenly skies

My growth expands me into multi-dimensional halls

For all of the signs are written on the Cosmic Walls

My growth expands me into multi-dimensional halls

All of the signs are written on the Cosmic Walls

This song appears of Jeremy Garner’s album ‘Sensory Illumination‘ .

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SYZYGY 21.

SYZYGY 21.

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.

Looking widely with enlarged renewal entrances – our perspective refreshes again.

A shower to experience – a sight to behold.

Can you taste the connections as they subtract and multiply?

The moon up above desires to know us through our changing phases.

Those patterns that we can’t predict – the moon shares the same fate.

It is now the time of the alarm again only this time, some may not hear it.

Their lunacy has become full of unforeseen reasons.

But they may take hope! For the eclipse shall come again – in the future years where they’ll be ready for it.

This time now – We’ll glance through the computer screen to awe at the impending joy of these fragile moments.

For with my senses I can feel the power and my eyes can taste the light.

The new moon is invisible from our eyes, yet this is a time where all is full and aligned.

The black moon now creates a pressing desire to be found in the key of turning graces.

Serene glistens are carried in those who can catch with their eyes – a sight to behold for a lifetime.

But if by chance you again, miss a site like this due to the arrangement of time and circumstance.

Staring at the blanket in the sky will remind you of a light that’s been here long before you got here.

The Syzygy 21 transforms passions of desire with elation into poetic song.

33X7

33X7

Today is the 33rd week of 2017.

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.

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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.

Tip For The Hip

Tip For The Hip

Here’s a tip for the hip // dancing with the devil is sometimes fun because the party is in the moonlight. It’s not always what it seems or looks like it can be. Inside every soul is a treasure to be found, light to be illuminated and shared. Whenever you are able to give – give with honest delivery. Don’t worry too much about what you stumble on. Dip your whip!

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. 😀

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.

Moon Rush

 I thought I was able to make a video from this piece I entitled “Moon Rush” but words fail to describe this, within the length of explanation. Expressions seem to emotionalize through visuals, but this night, it is meant to be read and understood. I am drawn to the consciousness of what is in the night, as creation and expressions shine so bright!

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Acknowledging the sleepless nite! O, how I remember thee!

You come and beg of me a journey of endless lines.

So here I am – flipping through the pages and my gratitude is revealed by looking at you!

O, humble night; I have been slain through the unending symmetry. 

Morning is here, by the rush of the moon.

No one truly studied the glow in the night – the sacred light that beams through the sky.

Looking in the daylight sky, she is hidden by the covering of the day and passing clouds.

Stars as meek and shy to the galaxies unknown reveal their great posture and fire.

Hollow is the night, which invites the carnal eyes who visit the nightmares of darkness. 

As if you were on fire from within.

The moon lives in the lining of your skin!

Peculiar passions of haunting depictions which write on the stars!

Rectified Cosmos

Sometimes, when you study something, you are brought to a halt, as what was already enormous grows into something bigger and more complex. It’s kind of what happens with certain music I listen to. Everyone wants you to hear this NEW artist or song, BUT I can’t swallow it all at one time. Some artists and subjects truly need eating utensils and a processing schedule. Anytime, I study the eyes of our universe I am brought with a sense of wonder. Not all the time am I taken back to write unless there is great mysticism involved, and in this case, this time, true sensation revealed itself. One of the reasons, I am drawn to the study of our galaxies could be because I truly don’t feel as If I belong here sometimes. I truly believe the cosmos of everything is resurrected when we truly observe everything around us. Just look above at the moon!
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The eyes of the universe are unending.

The cosmos entirely rectifies an audible sensation of discovery.

The oscillations of what we see only in one moment become swallowed up in thousands of prisms.

The acceleration into the engulfing complexity stirs a desire within me for abbreviations and digestion.

Time begins to find meaning in creation.

The beginning spells itself out to me.

A mystical wonder that weighs in on the physics of mystery. 

Information coming from intelligibility are embedded in the core of all that is.

A universal cosmos that is rectified becomes of the equations and questions out there.

Within the concept and continuous abbreviations of who we are, the transformation accelerates at such alarming rates!

Our eternity is embedded within us. We are born into the flawlessness of creation!