Video Message Journal

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.

reading and releasing... thinking about how I want to create my own Holidays... Calendar...no longer follow, but simply acknowledge and move forward... to a whole new kit and kabootal... as it were, I wander and marvel at the life we are given each new day. Always observing the inter-workings and the physiological aspects, as applied to the perspective I currently inhabit.

We are in a consciousness "bridge-rectifier" being used as a shield. We chose these lives and everything a long time ago. First we just lived out lower needs... then moved more into understanding. I snuck in with you... You were just a little baby with your mom. I picked up the dropped toy and came with... to be witness.

The last journal was recently lost to an intentional fire. I am being told it had to go... there was nothing else of value to be gleamed from its pages. So this new journal was given to me by my little sister Danielle! I love you wherever you are... always hustling bustling and rustling. I have always cherished this journal and the lack of lines allowed for me to really flow photographic who-sits and what-sits upside-down and really whatever the hell I wanted to do... at the time I needed to use my paper Pensieve. Dumbledore would be proud. If only he would look up from the fact that hes dead... spoiler alert... he dies in the books.. I feel there has elapsed an adequate amount of time for you (reader) to know that... but I digress... he died... and the kid in stranger things drew a map to his hideout on construction paper. I am going to embed them in the walls...of the house and temple of the Star of David... Victor of Danielle... and Brother of Steven. Love you Zack... Love you Addison. The future wakes up checking out its new threads and wonders... what should we weave today... what will you weave today? Pray or Prey? Night or Day? I chose grey... void in the stars... hazy even from where you are... channeled and routed like rivers on my multi layered board of back stories and buildings left empty. Zanoni letting go of his son... it rips you a new 1. I still Love it all... I just only read half the book and move on to something else. I am really done now... the video should be encoded... I will work on 360 footage... I have it... I just lack certain abilities to get it to a functioning video that you can pan around and see all angles... yet. Bye.

Technically this is the first actual page in the next journal I kept... but actual page is the key word there. Ingress can sometimes be confused with Egress, when there are all those shiny lights around and my daughter Addison said something and it made me want to write something... so here it is... yes... here in the description... anyways: Dont you dare, dont you dare, dont you dare! Point that at my face, not out of fear... but cuz just look at this little face, thats when it all became so clear! My little light had grown, and all those fears... made fruitful faithful homes... for all those years... I listen to within, and never sneer... cuz my daughter knows what she wants dont you dare dont you dare, love and chaos is your guide... but dont you dare... ever try to hide... Cuz where are you going to hide at? Am I right? Or Am I right? I gave you two options... enjoy your choice lol. I am rambling so I am going to go. I love you All.

Maybe the video will give panning access... maybe it wont. I will finger it out.

How I found and lost the magic... and how it has kept me going ever since.

The opposite of Love is indifference... not hate... All Love.

Let the uncommon be common again. Make it fresh... and exciting! All Love.

Post or ghost become the host less the best be laid to rest. I keep changing the tune. A can or A corn. All Love.

I thought to post something else, your sheer sugary shield shaped shifter surely said some safety signals. Cards are on the table... or foam in this case. When something changes, something changes. All will know. Love All.

Reading and releasing a past perspective.

Reading and releasing a past perspective.

Reading and releasing a past perspective.

Reading and releasing a past perspective.

Reading and releasing my past.

Reading and releasing my past.

Reading a past perspective.

Yes... another one.

What a strange life