The Full-Length film ‘Characters In The Wind’ was released in 2016 but now remastered with added bits and pieces in 2018. I was initially, completely hesitant about remastering this but I needed to do it, because of my unsatisfaction on some levels with it originally. I wanted to explain the Jester Eye X – symbol once in for all which debuted at the start of 2016.
CITW is the short film where conversation, poetry, music, and narration come to manifestation in full. I go all over the place which is represented by the arrows going in various directions. I did not include an explanation for this originally but now I have while also describing what ‘Happy Forever means.
I’m sure this short film was not watched by many in fact, according to YouTube only 360 people watched it. 😀
Now you have the opportunity to watch it again, 2 years later REMASTERED! I hope you will join in on the conversation with me and enjoy it!
I’m also asking for donations of only $7.33 // or whatever your heart desires in light of completion of this project!
A life can be tossed or rolled down the hill When it reaches the concrete ground – is there life still? After being pressed and torn up without a single care After all of that destruction, is this even fair? By the time it’s all said and done – nobody has won Love and hate is already inside of the gun No one seems willing to pull the trigger Fear starts to grow stronger and BIGGER The fetus position is invited for a safer swallow There they began minimizing themselves in a paper like hollow When troubles aim to roll us up like a fat blunt Are we still backing up our integrity from the front? Historians have written down this story for you to read It’s up to you to make life a good deed Or this can simply be another relic in the ocean A story hardly capable of stirring motion.
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
Drowning in the ocean of existence. I am somewhere found deeply in the blue below. This ocean is self-engineered. All of my tears and fears are staring at me. Now I can baptize myself in my own remission. The light makes me confused, but the darkness is my spell of choice. I’m My own rescue. My own savior. My own guide to the shadows.
I am having to search with the lens of the ocean, going endlessly down to find a path of righteous monsters. I only now request that they drown me in the promise of their nightmares as I sleep. I want to at least taste of the horror before the massacre begins.
The words that are written have been written before, but now I have forgotten what came before it. The memory is neglecting context but history stays true, time and time again.
As I sleep, I’m reaching up to the ladder. A way out. A place of arrival so that I can enter the window or a door of being. Before I get there, I’m caught in the steps.
I look beside me and notice every dragon of distraction. These dragons swirl in circular identity, waiting for me to be caught in its snare. I go to sleep again, now I begin to climb higher. I don’t want to awake from my slumber.
I want the mountain of dreams to cover me whole. Nothing is left for me here in this waking life but symbols and mysteries which prophecy of my sleep. With carpet eyes, but wooden floor perspective.
What I see is a concrete dream. A promise that I believe because of the passion and power of love. I’m sure of fulfilling manifestation because of wooden floor perspective. These carpet eyes relinquish a soft pattern without concern or notice to pick up visible stains.
Those eyes more than welcome vacuums and stain remover cleaner – for carpet picks up on everything much faster.Wooden floor perspective is far more established and true to the heels that walk upon it.
I still desire the medicine of advice and encouragement, for when my resources retire – I stand to gain. By climbing the ladder and reaching the manifestation of the window, I have found my resting place.
Frequencies turning into deeper habits. The behavior of the unseen is what’s kept in the fortune cookie of opportunity. As said and as circumcised – I’ve already dissolved off the extra tissue crowned to distract me.
The fortune of this responsibility is deep and the enrichment of myself is multiplied. I’m there. Through the sadness and through climbing the ladder – the window of manifestation has revealed the key.
The Ocean (Sadness)
The Ladder (dREaM)
Window (Manifestation Key)
I’ve been drawing this for about 7 years, only now there’s been clarity to this representation.
I sometimes find a home in sadness, and occasionally I’m lost. However, even when drowning in sadness – there is always a ladder.
The dragons of distractions turn on every pressing corner. They have eyes and they see you. You can buy into them on occasion – but never forget the ladder caught in between the dream and waking life.
When you climb up, you are closer to the manifestation key of your dREaMs. The window is the door. You can look through with Carpet Eyes and pick up on everything.
Yet, it is with Wooden Floor Perspective – you are able to eternally sustain what is picked up. Carpet Eyes // Wooden Floor Perspective.
Taking it a step further by bringing a deeper level of awareness.The story that brings illustrations!
The story that brings illustrations!
These illustrations of the past and present are being spoken by a friend of awareness. She has discovered the codes that are transmitted by the parasite of hidden agenda. Cartoon depictions of zealous exaggeration, fighting the awakening pivot of the light. The answering portion to hallucinations is freely entrusted into her mouth and mind. By the earnest fixation of embedded lies, the alarm has sounded. These paintings of embroidered manifestations are multiple stories told. No one truly looks at a picture of surrealism the same, as the story reaches on different levels. The beginning may be of multifaceted singularity, the middle of frightened solitude, and the end of disdain. This illustration is of the lines read in the booklets of identification. When reading; the curiosity is aroused if there is the stream of realization. Truly the governing piece is set by whims of conscious involvement.
Tell me your story?
I am creating a medium to broadcast stories, as they are told throughout nature! We must wake up to the consciousness of these illustrations. Sometimes we may not be able to understand, EVERY story. But, maybe the message was never intended for you. Not everything is going to be understood, at the exact moment, they are spoken.
Just remember the awareness can also come through illustration!