Video Message Journal

Flowers Gleam And Glow Let Your Beauty Shine Turn Back The Hands Of Fate Bring Back What Once Was Mine What Once (Long Once) Was... Mine

She is in a mine-craft phase... crafting her mind has been a joy to watch unfold. Having had Zack when I was so young... physically... gave me the desire to have more kids. It told my body... in a sense... that there is no lolly nagging... you need to get to snag-gin... life by the straps... of shoes unstrapped and tie them... look up and smile wide for em... be of service to your sorest source and love em... and when you feel its time to go then... know you got your soul and love them from Afro... lock-away the bad and realize what you had. Categorization every situation you have been through in ways in which SERVE you. Then use your body... to SERVE them. Hats the viscous cycle I am in. The presence I am in. The values I am in. Find me in your cycle... find me in your presence... find me in your values... and wave... coz I taming and gaming... loving the lame me... trading my vices... to paint stars and license to kill is nice but... truth is ice to life's... sting and then you'll be sit-tin there like Bing! I had an idea for the bee that busted his knee... can we bake a mini teeny weeny cake and make him grin again? Or bust out the smoke and slow haze the maze to choke drain... vein of main toe-Cain lain the verse... we most lay... trust the voice in the most lay... trail of tears for the mostly... fears of tears where I lay most lay... versed in the holy ghost... may you trust in your self and sweetheart a breathe for the ones who... lay and wander the ones who... travel thinking the most... who... treat my temple as post... who undaunted but worse... who... The video is finally uploaded... so I am gonna stop the mop and sip sip stroppy strophe. Whip wipe with a handy dandy napkin... the juice that might be still hang-in... laying still and straining... for a verse... worth retain-in... you know your the low key love lime pie of my 3rd eye... sing and so shall I... do and I will die... cuss death is my name... life is my game... we lay in a eight too late but hey no... don't weight... watch the video. Be late... love life and yourself... but do behave... please?

Says past forces of force that horse horses of me that claim to be me... that swear to be me... I love that tree... but sometimes I think it thinks evol... E

Can you hear the way I eat these oats? Can you hear the joy that shoots threw my mouth Into my brain... registering sugar ping shouts its chemical signal and then Doubts... about the nature of the flavor... Even though I just savored... it Creep in my mind... without regard to time and then before I know... it I shove a spoonful into it... over again... soothing the loss... of tasty oats due to natural cause... yes... but miss my oats flash coats... it Still sits in my glass... coat it... with focus focus and finish your OVERNIGHT OATS yeah... a poem about over night oats... never in your wildest... marmalade covered dreams...yes I did... I waited 36 years... nobody wrote it!!! So I did.

I might get back to reading about the journal... but I need to make a video message for the neighbor... I need to yada Yoda who cares or dares to flare a match and scratch... the itch that will ignite... or fight for whats right... I will... Hi... my name is Jon BOOK IDEA Medusa was Miss-understood (hear me out) clearly if she was someone Zeus supposedly went after personally… it was not her fault that he chose to chase her. Then she is cursed to destroy anything she puts herself into? Who wrote that bullshit story? Who is the author of the cosmic lies? Who wrought the cosmos for the justice of the meek? What story has the false light weaved in the absence of their Mother. Gaia Agatha…Amur...The names of the phases of love and light. The middle of the night... fine finding itself freaked out, insecure, neurotic and emotional… And the infinite ache of the possibilities of every moment. We are but the prayers that pray to be preyed upon. The pig that wants to be eaten. The will of the all. Change one letter and the whole perception… the whole Mood… snap spark sizzle becomes another timeline that must be explored by the 1 true light. The all. Story-line...Play…Ideas on digital paper…

To pat Onett with a Brand New Comet... Yes I am talking Ness... sass-airy hair situate-shone quick call for all could solve save and salve nations... but fans thinking about complex plans con-jets natures... you plan what I favor and love what I naturally need as you... see for your greed... you see for a view... the view is yours and I give it to you... I still maintain mine... and its simply divine... with blisters all on...me fingers... south is the chaff y est. waffy est. do you ears hang low... maybe just a well manicured... razor shaved close... close call... the one I wanna pound... into the wall... of course... the same horse... of course... what were you even thinking of? Inter course is... dreams portals force... learn the ways to I am... Be at one with a run... flow discreet while never competing... that would imply you are incomplete... reap the benefits of others... the pearls they... fall at ungrateful feat... not this boy... not me... I eat it all up and smile... all the while searching for more... and then busting down the door to eat with the cows...At this point I am going to copy and paste something I typed... at some point and in some point of time and space shape art became a start button to start shut-tin... the mutton stack stacked high and laced baste baste baste with no haste haste haste... I was in a cab with this guy that no English amount could spent haste... paste the scenario with chastening bureaucratic bullshit in the way of... everything I didn't wanna be... I saw so many... that I did not want to be... I saw so many... that did not want to see... I saw so many... I was invisible as I... fall, not me... sugars cheap and I am free... my souls pure Light and that WHATS what fuels ME... the ghost of all time and laced weave... treaty and Beatty with lost teeth... eat he the wheat he... he ate Wheaties is what I am trying to say... tripping cuss I have a say... Listen to the ghost of may... Home is that the one you pay? No No No your... not gonna play games and lie... I would rather you cut me and die than spend a minute a fake I'll take the world and a quake... fucking shake- me a bake.... the Brutus bows to no man.... lessons learned by the learnt-est... I am not here to set rules for they are set... I am not here to personally deliver the consequences of the actions you took in the situation you are thinking about right now... I am going to post the thing now... sorry for rambling...

Just an experiment where I listen to something to see its effects on my creative process...

Is a Nifty Friend... indeed the Ideas are slime molds… re-routing previously fucked up things back to the way they were intended. The All plans all to plan few. The few to all plan many… times to rhyme with lime but spin on a dime. Only then to turn and wanna cry wolf to the lion about a hurt paw… it was then that I realized something wrong with your jaw… something wrong with your talk… the spells that you speak. I realized more than most would expect realization from thee… themselves in a bog of despair while I roam… through fields laced with dreams. I fell in love with the nightmare to conquer the spell… what ways do you use the fires of hell? GO THROUGH ONE MORE TIME… The 3rd Time :) something special about that… who knows…but... I need to get this out on the page… something not so much about rage… no I passed the storm and am enjoying my eye… listen or not the big man never lies… trust in yourself and watch their demise… fact is we lazy… I was that guy that maybe… would reach up on that shelf… high… feel around for a wealth vibe… treasure my health tribe… temple my spell god. You laugh and rebel when the me in your skull, twists traces round lost nerves serve your self with the mission that I am worth… when you life your life your way you will only find a friend in me! Live yours free… because the energy been in me, fill-in and fall in to a tasty fabric of... some lines that mad wick… traced from the edges of space… walk magic hat black mat with facts fringed with fabric… watch me do a bat trick. Slam the ideas mad that the delivery driver chose… instead to mash the pedal and speed… masterfully slipping trap doors to floors that you know you need… to find if your mind ever wants to be free… then take it from me and do what you feel is aligned with the best me… and let your fucking freak flag fly free. As long as you know… we adjust and advise our own great misfit cricket… that knows a tune to spin full moon loony tunes with bare knuckle brawls with Annie Maniacs… I'm smelling BO-Lony in some sacks… something about slacks?… MK-Ultra Rats… FINE-men doing stacks… seem to be dim-witted bats… of papers worth of my search for verse worth my, course-of-course… this horse was hoarse… The very edge of danger became my new major… attraction to matching the one that is matching… frequency that speaks to me… meets with me… leaps with me… fall all the while, into the one- that knows thru me... the book and the movie… the reason for living and reason worth losing. For waiting and choosing... For gifts we all find, when we only give ourselves time… to live a life in the present-So- yea… I am an advocate for living… creating and being...in the moment... with a lens of being self-aware loathed motion cloaked in clay etched basalt chosen… vessel of water molten… copper and self accountable in a self sustaining way… then you can ride this fucking ride… until then… I will make… and from the Christ-oil take, actions to crucify with, be myself, become I with… Listen and heed… or do out of greed… I have made room in this song for it all. Now watch… as the micro-foam stalls…foam breaks through your walls as a phone.. you press pause… as stalls falls and breaks walls of perception worth electing and erecting… ideas that are indeed… quite fetching.

my soul and some of what i do with mine... part 2 this is not soul forging... this is not al-chemical...pro to-magnify... sent from on hi! to ride that sweet vibe... rhyme wild-in-re-re-reverse in my hearse catching airborne purses swung strategically and recursed to roam and loam foam in holes to hole home from some they call holy... fully aware and... frankly frank... I only eat all beef frank... I only see all smoke, dank... I only see eyes closed... HANK... freely mun-chin' on psychos... dormitory and some home brewed... tea made with sage and some awesome though.... truth be told the scent was not close it was exact to... a scent I knew and drew from my thirst and my verse grew... to now talk about juice... who... knew this triumph and source... nurtured life into a source... and the resulting force was once of pure purple pungent praise of purpose... a parade! to be alive and free! the beauty and the bee! fuck the beast did he... really get seen as a prince? did we? tell our daughters to chimp... for that... piece of trash and wonder why they turned to imps... you just go slow and sea the sow... and this was fun I know... but I just realized I did not tell you what I meant to tell you... I got some plants on the clearance rack at a shitty place... i should not have been there... but I went anyways... and yes... I do that allot... who cares... balance... I must do allot of good to balance the very act of patronizing... and further patronizing... an establishment that I clearly patronized to pay LITERAL debt notes... to free the most amazing plants I have come across... Imagine putting grape soda smelling flowers... IN YOUR TEA... wow... I am out of honey now... I think I need to make a trip to the Shenandoah Mountains again to get more... right at the base... there was a place that "got local mountain honey" they sell it... I just buy it... I was b... loan away... meaning... obviously... that I wanted to take a loan out and purchase a bee farm and blah blah blah... life had other plans...but I remember... one time... and the flowers of one were purple... and they LITERALLY smelled like grape soda... I have people that can swear on a stack of silver bullion... that song by blues travelers is on... time to listen... but anyway... PROOF READ THIS FOR ME PLEASE :) So you are a upgrade via beryllium in all the forms of fungi as a wake up call. One of the many ways that subtle universal laws fall into a love vortex to see what its all about. Love is all good and its all bad too. Cruz its all there is. The problem lays with the ears, eyes, or other senses that this information finds itself entwined. Will you see the power stripped of shades, what do your bones tell of fates when the gift that was given has already been saved. When we finish banging our heads on the proverbial wall we will have nobody else to turn to. And then you will see that within is the only path without. Without chains and bonds and ties unseen… without feeble spines temptations and weak ankle vicars… when the light turns on nothing can hide you… you thought in darkness your web was your own making. We only found out the extent of a lesson. Once found is not lost… and though I ask for forgiveness. I am not alone if the light is withing him. The plan was long written though lost and om-mitten… the kittens had lost their way. Once I am stood beside her they all cried in wonder… at the thing that they knew had come. Yet know it was wrong they ran to their mom, and begged to be spared karmic law. The light once so bright… now dimming with spite… was only gathering strength. The dragon is born from your hate and your scorn to bring an end to the darkness of night. Though try as you might I will not have to fight. For the plan was always air tight. The balance must always be restored. Thank you for the training… the love still remaining… the dross can be cast to the stars. Through hot nebulous might, your future just might… still have quite a large spark!

Your Hoe May

and now I am being told to post it... I got tired of being a walking advertisement... and then I realized that I had a ungodly amount of white t-shirts... from a previous awe-some job... I started to get into things that the kids could take part in... so art was a no brainer... I got hooked while they all lost interest... and that is how the cookie crumbles. Sweet though it is. Now I found a way for them to make me shirts... and I can make them shirts! Pretty Kewl

My version of a sweet and sour song is included before I rant and read from a recent text document journal entry. I am compelled... to align my perception as prime perception. I am not gonna lie... that gives me quite the ... charge to charge... bars to bars... entire cosmic chorus stars that quite frankly are tired of my violent thoughts and are asking me to tone it down. I am trying... and I am always going to... just like my good shoes... boots of a man that loves animals... Tom Bambadil - ish speal... but I dug his drip drip drop from the moment I read the real deal. Mirror got mirrored and now we are all just adjusting to that new shine! Love you All.

At least at first anyways...

Reading my journals and having to watch myself read my journals over when I am transferring them... or trying to figure out why something will just not upload... I have really been able to reflect on the many layers that are woven into the words I have written... sometimes even though I did not know what I was saying... its automatic speech. Something that I figured was a given outcome from serious work with a pendulum. The practice and study of pendulums... and the experiments I explored with pendulums came to an end when I realized that I no longer needed the pendulum... I already knew what it would say if I used it... I do not know how... but I just use it to excel in the other areas of my life that I am not so great in. Since the pendulum works with the interaction between your natural field (in my opinion)... its like a tap to your own conscience. What you know you should do if you were not influenced by the effects of the realm our body inhabits. Fear, shame, feelings that are not doing you any good... should be left with the old you. I do not mind enemies that are out in the open. Those are easy. The ones that pretend to care to get close are the worst. Yet in the end... as long as you dont die... you will be stronger and more aware that people like that are out there. I do not know why I felt like writing all that... but I have been slacking in my journals lately to be honest... and I have been channeling a bit of that into the comment sections of the videos I post... as they are... my thoughts after all... and are free to roam.

A view from a I is a view from 3... the third wheel is me... the habit in your closet that happened by chance, you haven't... got a problem or should I... send you some positively vi-bin chai tea? Think about you when I do tai chi? You get your wish after I finish my dish... its to die for... ride for... you cherish all you hide for? Seriously... Even if I try... Your mind will always divine... seep in beautiful rhymes... speak on luminous finds. Keep me always ahead... I will do my best and instead... I will go in in-finite lines, that you may soon realize... were sometime planned but holy organized... but all of us, or none of us. Dough even though I walk through hell... A creature of habit, I use my smell... The best in people, a grand perfume... the worst a killer, necrotic recluse... I am the miller, the maker and the candle stick taker... leave it to me and I will leave it 2 you. Fill in your parts or I will do it for you. Said no1 to All... cuz that's the beginning of the fall... the wait is worth the fate... or something to that effect.

calcium fluoratum calcium phosphricum calcium sulphuricum ferrum phosphoricum kalium muriaticum kalium phosphoricum kalium sulphuricum magnesium phosphoricum natrium muriaticum natrium phosphoricum natrium sulphuricum slicicea Ask about yourself... you should at least try and figure out how your physiology works at some point... and then you might see how awesome you are... and might then feel like putting effort into loving yourself for being awesome. That is the jist... play as long as much as you/we want... but eventually we gotta get these lessons learned!

We might as well be 1... come on... think about it.

Create with intention so en-grained... spliced so seamless as to become the life you see around you. Sometimes you need to settle down... with yourself... and imagine what you want the world to be. I hope you explore the expansiveness of what can and will be... with me. If not... I got my own back... see? All hands... bound and tied behind my back... victory for All... is inevitable. When you back... Yourself :P

Dec 1st, 2023... what are you going to do with the last of this calendar year? Some years start at the end of Oct...or beginning of Nov... Why do we have the calendar we have? Does any1 actually care? Mueller??? Bueller??? You there with the eyes and ears! Do you use your nose? Is a conscience something predisposed? I wake and find that no1 knows... and in the chaos, I do doze... and dream of night-mares who nuzzle foes... while wistfully wishing for some1 that knows... me.

Look at this guy... figuring out how to record his voice... something about his face makes me want to punch him... Maybe after he trips over the twisted twister of tangled tangential circumstances... and circumstantial evidence is a plow that reminds me of a lady justice who lost her way... peeking out from her blind judgement, maybe she got tired one day... we all do... we are all funny in "that" way. Be my mushroom built ark... I will be the spark... and our love will ignite... the dark. I gotta get some more Lions Mane. Falling into my grey hole came with great costs. The process and extent of which I will be covering for my own benefit... as well as for the benefit of anyone else that has searched for ways to "supernova". Character building like a fucking mad man... or woman... it does not matter. I love ever second of it.

9 in numerology is about completion but not finality... I think of it in a hermetic way. The DNA code that runs our physiology operates on false euclidean dreams and magical Euler nightmares... but each star staircase has its own way of being "turned on". We may go become lost boys... but then we never grow into wise men. You can say you want to have your cake and eat it to... but little did you know the fool... was always you!

Infinite expression... infinite let downs... infinite love

The Emperor walked out in the "fine" clothes he was sold... and reality smacked him right in the privates... in the form of a stiff cold. The wind whipped and lashed... a series of furious twisters and zip flash!... teeth were now soft... your clothes did but cost... the eyes with which it was to behold. You are gold, you are gold , you are gold.

Automatic speaking Automatic writing Automatic drawing Loving Automatically What works for me... Self Diagnosis Self Prescription Follow through on what aligns with me on all levels. Know my body physiology what signs of dis-ease are know the basic building blocks of the cells in your genetic universe. Need enough of a window of observation to assess yourself clearly and critically. Fully understand your body's "baseline" and how you will flow with surrounds Know the role and importance of change in your own life... Forget about changing ANYTHING... until the self, you have Mastered. Only then will the foundation be true... in my own humble opinion.

You want a moment to be real... wanna touch things you cant feel The world will always want to change... but the name is written with tears in the rain... you will never know my shame... read my gut clench with pain... fear clutching out in vain... as I wrestle life, caught in my lane... it soon learns that the programs learns... it does not defame. I wanted to say how empty the road I walk are... the voids seem thicker... the hedges swim with silent songs of echos chastised for finding the light... I will be of use to all or I will be... no thing at all.