shaman shakti

take a little trip and bring it back again

bring it back down

the jesters

move my mouth

i walked out and disintegrated

purchased a plot line, connected

all the books check out

and even the kitties at the door want in

i let them in

except T2, who doesn't live here

mountains and judgements

it's not the reason

you tell me

it's not the reason

you tell me

we ripped open

a thundercloud

with our gong

meditation

me and adam

yeah me and adam

came home to find me a frenchman

what were the chances?

all my lover's live across the sea

makes it easy

for the monastery

makes it easy to live free

building my reverie

in the library every book on

taoism and the female body

oh oh let me go and tell us

the secret of our sexual energy

keep it hidden

and build it up faster

wrap my mouth around

a soliloquy, a master

the correspondence

now

and the rate of assimilation

time shortened between thought and

manifestation

keep careful watch of thoughts, words

always to the highest good

always sweetness for the goodness of all

no more broken...

or accidental...

good gracious!

baby beloved passing

baby suggs holy

passing

clare kendry

getting a hold of

candomble

with her having way

her mind returned to her own affairs

ici

power

:)

it just started raining. thank god.

synchrondipity

dear buddah,

if i ever see mr. fish seeks bicycle again i promise to...wait what?

this is your projection. your manifestation. "he" is the son of an english aristocrat and bohemian brasilian who travels the world holding large sound system raves with beyond beautiful and loving people. "he" conveniently returned to england for two months to indefinitely because that is how you wanted it. all of these elements live within you and speak to where you are and what you desire. "d. fish seek bicycle" introduces you to orgiastic crew of tribal love warriors who make you look like a square. jupiter's expansion continues.

it is also not a coincidence that the aggressive male in the striped shirt in LA who grabbed you by the shoulders and told you that the tattoo across his chest in russian says, "trust no one they will fuck you over" resembled so-and-so, who would know exactly what this all means and why.

my life has turned into a cartoon. a character of it's former self. everyone is a shape shifter and all the signs point in the direction of what we are creating and it's all enough to keep up with the flow.

my life is a highly psychedelic, serendipitous, waking dream. in a mostly good way. i am grateful that once a month for four days or so i can eat carbs and act like a human for a moment rather than a whirlwind elemental catalyzing things and making the sun shine.

my experiences are making me hard/insane/vulnerable/ecstatic/bullet proof. they are also reminding me of WHO THE FUCK I AM. eternally, and also within the realm of this life and body. are you kidding?

as nice as it is to fantasize about being someone's missus that's not what this go around is about. it never was and it never will be.

keep working.

so.so.so

moon gnosis

i heart fish seeks bicycle

can i get a witness?

neptune is my girl

keeper of seas and tides

watching my nitrous levels

in a planet full of beef eating

oh if i say cows you'll think i'm discriminating

i'll acclimate early and have mine with whipped cream

those in the family know

the star seed seekers are

us who are with me

who is with me

start your own cult of inarticulation

i've got my inarticulations

doing it.

my brothers scare me

but i've got to make the most of it ...

dot. dot. dot.

spread love.

and smiles in SINCERITY

we need a REVOLUTION.

note to self #777

it is way too early in the semester to be smoking so much pot/getting depressed. knock it off. you must keep going. super focus! forget what cort said. it IS reasonable to transcend emotion. you do have bat powers. FOCUS.

...

Everything is about to get very messy.

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