Watch the gun as it explodes.

We are witnessing the perfect storm.

We are aiming to create this reality the way we see it… fit for the nightmare of our dreams. I am angry and consumed with regret. I am falling… faltering at the first signs of friction. I must learn to pick myself up.. to embrace the waves… to collect my mind.. to collect my thoughts.. to train myself to penetrate the injustice… to work tirelessly on self-improvement… to work tirelessly on pursuing a vision that is rooted in love and positivity.. collecting images of faith and all that comes with it.

There are many things to be grateful for…

there is so much to build in this life… so much left to be seen… this deadline is looming.. like a clock that is sentient.. pranking our experience. We are not alone in this process… we have each other.. forgetting that we pull our own strings… we are responsible for so much more than we give ourselves credit for..  we are responsible for so fucking much more than we comprehend.

Watch the word alter with your vibrations.. there is so much power that comes from the experience of the reality around us.. it is there regardless of our desire to acknowledge it is… it is there despite us.. in spite of us… and it is there to help serve us.

We are connected by so much more than the light that flickers on and off in the darkness… we ARE the darkness… as we are the light as well. We comprehend only that which we see.. so I equate my failings on an issue of not opening my eyes… to not opening my ears… to being an unwilling information processor when times are trying.. when times create what I deem to be too much of a struggle… I shut down in the chaos when I wish to absorb it with every fiber of my being… learning what I can from the pain to better express the joys of love, compassion, and empathy…

Because there is so much magic out there that we don’t yet understand… so many ideas and concepts that we are on the brink of discovering.. we have only to let go these fears… to let go our connection to the worldly pleasures… to embrace love for the spirit.

After the time has passed.. and the people return home for the night, we will be alone with our thoughts once again.. alone next to the fire that burns late into the night… smoke billowing up through the redwoods… and we are one.. we are the stardust that surrounds the ether…we are the magician that forgets his hat.. we are the rapist… we are the teacher… we are the gods and the demons of the light and the darkness alike… we are our own worst critics.. we are our nightmares… we are our ultimate dreams and surreal visions… peppered with joy and energy.. we will never be alone. We have never been.