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Waxing Gibbous Reflections

DSC_0087Lately, my personal vibration has been steady rising and I want my people up here with me, riding the wave of limitless inner wisdom, surfing the seas of spiritual tranquility. The moon is currently in a waxing gibbous phase, which means it’s time to fine tune the dreams and wishes you’ve sent out during the new moon. A quick note to inspire some fine tuning to your intention.

Embrace your emotions. We are trained to stifle them early on, & that’s the real war. Keep close to your inner child. That part of you that knew before anyone told them differently, the kind of life they were going to lead. Before we got programmed to follow someone else’s script, we knew our plan and purpose. No matter how crazy it seemed we knew it was meant to be. Where did it get lost? Soul retrieval is a great way to return to that source and heal. You can also get in touch with your guides or work with crystals like Lemurian quartz, Tibetan quartz, or celestite. Meditation and imagination are key to working with all your spiritual tools. Keeping in tune with your inner “mini-me” is key to self-mastery.

Your soul’s deepest desire must be acknowledged. The thing we fear most and get sensitive about. The things we are ashamed to admit we’ve always wanted to achieve. Those are our keys to living our best lives and manifesting true abundance.

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First Volume Of “Life and Times Of An Indigo Dreamer”, Now Available!

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Its called, “The Dust of Yesterdays” and it took me damn near two years to complete. I taught myself how to use adobe illustrator, indesign, and studied the in’s and out’s of self-publishing to pull it off. I’d say the easiest part of this whole series was writing 250+ poems on love, spirituality, life, and the unseen.

Summer of 2015, a lot changed for me and for my best friend. Back then I was certain that I was ready to settle into the life of a madly in love couple who “is different from all the rest.” We sung that mantra to the mountaintops… as “The Kybalion”says, all truths are but half.

On the other side, everything in the collective consciousness continued its rapid transformation. Everyone spoke of the raging kundalini energy within the Divine Feminine that was the emerging zeitgeist. The wild woman who can not be tamed. Maybe it was living in a suburb cut off from my art, and all the things I loved for months that triggered her arrival within me. Being trapped in an example of what the future might look like for us who are “different from the rest.” I was depressed AF. Trying to fit into the status quo of happiness and bliss. Before I even heard of divine female anything I was in a complete opposite state. Downtrodden. Cut off from personal power. Hiding out behind my ugly ass GTA V avatar wreaking havoc on my fictional Los Angeles.

As soon as we broke free and returned to the hills of Hollywood, she rang. Her piercing cry called out to the heavens and a door opened. She went in and there was a man, a project, a trip, and a lesson.

Thus this series was born, to shed light upon the unseen force, feared far to long.

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Aftertaste

An aftertaste lingers…

The thought you let go,

You can still taste it.

 

In the back of the tongue,

Where sweet and bitter meet,

There lies a dark remembrance.

 

Sweet longing.

Bitter desire.

Sift and drink saliva of the past…

 

Anointing lips

While asking yourself

 

“How did this happen?”

 

An aftertaste disturbs,

You return to the moment and remember…

It was something you ate.

 

Sadomasochism

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To write is all I have

Words to fill the void

I’ve left for myself.

 

I am the best enforcer I’ve ever had.

 

Vilest forms of torture

Previously undreamt by man

 

Sulking in expectations left to never be satisfied

Forcing my eyes on images of lost pasts

Sitting in between death and pain

Running through it

Over and over again

 

There’s a dark and dreary schoolyard I’ve built in my mind,

Where the outcasts are allowed no fun

No happiness

No laughter

 

Share your toys and have them stolen

Over and over

 

Share your dolls and have their heads pulled out

Over and over

 

Share your crayons and have them all broken in two

Over and over

 

Share your lunch and have it replaced with spit

Over and over

 

Share your favorite games and lose to cheaters

Over and over

 

It feels so good,

The Sadomasochistic games

Where I’ll forever be champion.

 

 

 

 

Choices

I just added my social security card to a pile of records that I’ve been collecting from my mom. I am scared. This officially means that I am fully in charge of my life from now on. I am fucking freaked out.

“Where do we go from here?” I ask myself.

The answer is as wild as my short-fused mind. Jumping from theme to theme. One day I am a filmmaker, the next day a poet. One day I am a dancer, the next a fine artist. And all around me are whispers going,

“Choose, Choose, Choose.”

A breath of spirit crawls up into my skin and opens up my pores to reply,

“Never!”

That’s how the battle goes on. Mind against spirit. In this external mundane world, mind always wins. In this external reality, people find it easier to do the hardest, a perpetual self-fulfilling human centipede of tough shit.

Yesterday I was a teacher, and I asked my students,

“Why is there a class system?”

I told them no answer could be wrong. I trust in my students to teach me as much as I, them. They all looked as afraid as I was…

Fear.

Is that why the mind always wins?

I want to live free of the burdens of this lame capitalist society, away from the fallacy of one-way.

Yesterday we fought about whether or not we should have a TV. You think that I think I am better for not needing it. All I care about is our freedom.

And so it goes. And so it goes.

We’ll continue this disagreement just like in the movies.You’ll say it’s because I’m on my period, just like in the sitcoms.You put your foot down because you’re in charge of your life. I say I used to be in charge of mine.

And so it goes. And so it goes.

The truth of the matter is, nothing really matters. But, today I added another piece of paper to a pile of “important” documents. And it scared the shit out of me.