Aug
31st
Tue
31st
flip phone home
under an untimely sunshine I am stealth. still. subtle. this morning on the block i didn’t say hello because i have no idea what the man looks like. even though i knew it was him. i have no idea what he looks like so i acted upon my innocence of sight instead of that other essential sense that often gets overlooked. the other type of feel.
yes, i still have a flip phone and i love it. i’m tired of technology. well, ok fine, blogging is tight. but i will check my email when i get home. and i will google douche bag when i get home. i don’t need an iPhone in my pocket and head.
i rock fitteds. and my gums are blistered. books and books and books son.
Mar
17th
Wed
17th
*wink*
In mist of intuition, it is still static and stale. A one-eyed angel in my energy, impossibly peace. She is my mercy in this unforgiving density. I smile in sense. She limps. I love. She blinks. I inch closer. The nerve of this Earth. Life in every inch and vein. Electric and ripe. The socket was sewn tight. But the verse was already listed. Now there is time and God. Faith and thought. Feeling and May. May baby, May. May i see you in May baby? May I? Don’t say maybe.
Mar
4th
Thu
4th
We are about to take a great leap in consciousness, one that will change reality as we know it. The possibility exists that humanity is on a path to reunion with the very one from which we all came, that we are evolving to a point where we will spontaneously shift to a complete change in perception and even existence.
—
Meg Blackburn Losey, Ph.D.
from “2012 Awakening to Greater Reality”
Feb
20th
Sat
20th
Mankind had a more direct communion with the unseen intelligence in earlier times, when man lived closer to nature. Yet nature is not the sole source of such knowledge; it is more accurately a gateway. The natural world is a doorway to an Authenticity that opens human awareness and makes it more available to the fullness of “what is.” Consciousness itself is fluid, expansive, and all-inclusive.
—
excerpt from 2012 Awakening: Choosing Spiritual Awakening Over Armageddon
by Sri Ram Kaa & Kira Raa
Jan
27th
Wed
27th
Discharge me. Please.
When the difference is of wingspan, telekinesis, and foot, I am of intention. Comprehension and so. Discharge me please. I am thank and love and breath.
The girl sitting next to me has the most beautiful form. She is silent and still. If I look at her she is subtle and dim. It is peace in this room, but energy. Energy. Energy. Energy in waves and bolts. Cosmic individual is like woah. Cosmic population is like an invasion of multitudes. Feed me.
Slowly growing in light years and seed. Discharge me please because my socks are still wet from lunch. Pretzels and orange juice accompanied by the liquid of life. Like heavy. And now here I wait. For nothing because I am indeed golden and blue. Always and in fact. It is purse. Pulse and pound. Seep. Seek and undone. Nothing and absolutely every single thing in the same exact instance. Imagine that.
All it takes is one at a time and evolution will multiply in tons and tons of conscious indulgence. I am culture and sperm. The tree and fruit of foundation. In case of nameless I am none to begin with, just to avoid any indifference. None but that of infatuation and touch. Feel and content, yet reach.
My fingertips are fire and the skin of innocence is sizzle. This caustic unraveling of love. Discharge me please. I am peace. I am done.
