I'm ogre it.... HAHA!

W T F.....

so I was just browsing last years blog posts to see what I was doing...

I just posted a new one...
at the end of it, I mentioned a magic wand...

and guess what...
last year on Feb 8 the title of my blog post was...
"With a wave of your magic wand, your troubles will all be gone."
you know, from Shrek, the fairy godmother singing it.

how is that for spiral evolution.
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Phenomenal

Day 28 of 100 of WTFIW....F

"I would say 'phenomenal', but even that doesn't come close."

^^ Those words... ^^

I received today.

ahhh... my love... finally gracing your eyes upon mine.
I see you.
and you've seen a piece of the me.
and all this greatness is in us both.
Allow me to give you the stars.
I will give the you, the all, of the me.
Unconditional and without limitations.
Liberated like light, and like love.
Come into Heaven. I am the key.
And you are worthy.

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There's something to be said about the soul.
The way it IS, like if it were a thing to be described.
How giving it a name is like asking it what purpose it serves.
Oh, the divine truths to be lived.
How little these questions are to the expanse of the heavens.
How little the mind is and how very minute it's capabilities reach.
Why hold on to such small enclosures.
There is the beyond, where the mind could never span.
Not outward, or there, or that way, or that time. No...
It's here. Now. This very blink.
And it is part of a small truth, but swallowed up by the emergence of the TRUTH.
...and of BEING. ...and of AM.
Glorious. The All of this.

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....
poem etymology = create
...
the times in school that brought forth this horrendous fuss.
one that would be thrust aside with disdain and a cuss.
because there was a poem that once was made...
and to it's end it became cast away in the second grade.
Wrong. No. That's not right. Change this. Try again.
but it wasn't for you...
and the child already knew the teacher failed to see.
failed to know, failed to let the child be.
was the rhyming not on par, with wood, fire, lake, or meat?
should love not be scoured with roses and tulips at your feet?
Alas. Cast the child away. You are not good at this.
and now the poem has crashed, folded, and got trashed.
and still the rhyming is... at last...
dead.

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How precious the soul, while waiting for the king.
It took so much longer than expected.
And still. The world was empty without you.
Even when you were caught in a glimpse of another.
Knowing you, seeing you, but never having your hand near.
You were always present. Found in a few faces...the few places.
Yet, what was your name?
And still. The heavens were empty without you.
Thoughts racing to catch you, voices calling to hear you.
Grace this soul with your light.
Until the light faded and the hands of the king turned these eyes to his.
There is the silence and the whisper and the ocean and the thunder.
And still. The soul was empty without you.
The void lingered while all the while the skies rained.
Reclaiming all that was severed, mending a life tied by death.
Casualty. Reborn. Fire in the light of the night.
Even separateness was a mask. Undone. Truth. One.
And still. All was empty without you.
A soul unoccupied would be life without a being.
Sight without a seeing. Music without a song.
Touch upon the truth and hold this close.
The king is nobility. And the heirs are all noble.
And still. Nothing was empty.


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*Light conducted through crystals is magic.*
science project 101 ~ a magic wand
let it be knownst to thee that Atlantian metaphysics are a thing.

light is vibrational energy that can be seen
rays emitted through a crystal conduct a scattered ray that
alters/amplifies the conductive properties of not only the light,
but that of the crystals energy properties.
Therefore, using the only known possible qualities of crystal metaphysics,
we can thereby assert that certain light frequencies can charge and direct
possible healing and/or beneficial tendencies towards the expansion of
not only advanced technology,
but medical, physical, and environmental remediation. 


I don't know what to do with this information... but thanks... ?


 

Not all cages are made of metal....

day 27 of 100 of WTFIW....F

I was hoping to stay away for ...ever...
but

The Gatekeeper
the last path...

see...
the gate isn't made of bars...
it's made of ribbons...
of tethers...
of bindings...
of bonds...

the gate is that which holds you back.
which ties you down.
which keeps you limited to the world.

and this is the last path...
and the gatekeeper is one who guides to set you free
free

there's so much more to this, but this was new and this had to be accounted for

there's still more tethers, but now I feel them like nobody's business
final countdown, but without the counting.
a whole new paradigm has opened (shifted)
a new perspective and now I see them, those sneaky bastards.
I will cut you from my life.
I have a Seraphim as my guide, and he carries a trident.
Did you even have a chance?

I will not be posting all of these on FB
I care not if you read, but I wrote them for me.

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Today is the youngest es' birthday
15
bought him an Oculus Rift.
still have to make brownies

got that book done and published and ordered

Erasing

Day 23 and 24 and 25 and 26 of 100 of WTFIW....F
I'm totally adding a little at a time... ha!


and as I'm adding on day 26... I don't know why I'm counting...
I'll do WTFIW....F anyway...always....in all ways...forever.
well, here's a bunch of words written in the last few days.
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.....liquid
like that of gold
and it caresses the landscape like a flood
slowly covering the layers upon layers of the world
everything turns into gold
like Midas and that which he's touched.
but it's a better elixir.
one that doesn't need to be carried, or hauled
one that doesn't need to be kept safe or hidden away
this gold is the essence and the purity
of transmuting the inner energy of life
...and all things turn into gold
and it radiates....
shine shine shine
the greatest gold on earth is said to be the sunshine...
....

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I'm willing to drown you
so do not enter into this ocean unless you are willing to swim

The feeling you get when you know something has changed...
the same things feel different.
the same things are no longer the same
yet you see them as they already were...
and the simplest questions get the simplest of answers
and the last path...
is longer than expected, but suddenly nearing the end...
and there's still resistance to that end.

but it's too late... I've untethered from those things that life thought it needed
Untethered from what the mind thought it needed.
and I know there's only a few more.
I know what they are .... and soon, they too will be disconnected from this soul
They are the longest. The ones not willing to be found out...
the ones that tagged along in the background.... 
oh dear tethers that bind me...
have you not met my guide?
the one with the trident...the one with the 6 wings... the one with a voice of gold...
he has many eyes... and you will not go unnoticed

you shall meet the gatekeeper shortly...
but it is I who will cut you from my soul.
I can only pass through the last gate when these tether are undone.
you haven't met my guide...
I am in his charge. And he cannot fail.
..
even knowing that is an honor...
even if it is beyond comprehension....
ah...the mind...trying to 'think'...

shhhh....
there's only feeling here....
only feeling...
and I've untethered from fear.
unthethered from worry
untethered from all that is not me.

I'm not neglecting you...
but I'm not interested in your subscriptions.
I am the ocean.
You can choose to stay on the shore.
Or you can choose to wade in the shallows.
Or you can choose to swim.
The ocean doesn't think about you.
It only feels.
It only fills.

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hmmmmm....
feels like a turning away
February will be the catalyst
the turning point, if you will
the midpoint turn
the inciting incident
something other than what has been shown
you will not find me hovering about
you will not find me lingering
you will not find me at all
cast away into differing realms
embarking...
today is the last day for looking
last day for this 'thinking'
last day for setting intentions

and you 'thought' you had a few more days....
but sometimes soon is within the hour, sometimes it is within the year.
and now time is no longer revealing to be a thing at all...
and a new hour dispels itself, as it pours out in our path.
these streets of gold.
these streets of gold.
walk upon me....
king. queen. god. goddess. seer.

these streets were paved for thee....

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This rich darkness...
this place just before take off...
where you're supposed to be doing a flight check...
but no one's doing that.
even the pilot...
the pilot doesn't think about those techniques or those plans..
the pilot just feels like the day to fly is today..
and so he does.
the pilot doesn't fear engine failure.
or landing gear deployment.
the pilot knows how to fly.
and landing is for those planning to quit...
or arrive..
or get somewhere, for some purpose...
but this pilot flies... flies
cause this pilot doesn't fly a plane...
nor a kite, nor a drone...
who am I?
to be able to fly... 
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Erasing is in the winds.
Deleting.
Not clearing... but complete wipe outs.
Catch you at the reboot.
or not.

 hmmmm....
was going to write something here, but I don't want to give you anything else.

Nothing is True. Everything is permitted.

Your mind see forward, but your soul sees up, over, and above

The fall.
When your feet are on the ground, but when you look upwards
you see that you are in a hole. Surrounded by the world.
The noise. The distractions. The erratic movements of electronics and culture.
Television. Internet. Society.
Even times when you seek peace, intruders are quick to make their appearance.
"You can't stay away for long, you are needed, you must comply." they say...

And the sky outside, up above the world is wide and vast and the clouds race past.
What is out there? Beyond the edge?
Who am I, who could I be when my feet stand outside?
Will it be another hole? Another cage? Wider perhaps?
"But don't look at that, look at me!" The world laughs... as it shakes it's fancy maracas.
"Nothing up there but stars. And they are too far away.
They do nothing. They say nothing. It is all silence.
Look here, look here, see my many shiny things."
but I remember something, and the world knows not that I remember.
I know of the land above.
I've met with the stars and heard their songs.
Oh, and the silence is the most beautiful of sounds.
I remember the truth. The magic. The waves.
I remember being real. I remember being alive.
Yet, the world down here tries to steal it away. Like they steal it from the children.
But I remember.

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Day 20 of 100 of WTFIW....F

ooooh... the enriching feeling of seeing more clarity of what's to come.
feeling it, feeling it.
I don't know if I can hang on to anything, any of this.
I don't know if it will let me.
I don't care if I can or not.

shhhhhhh......

3 days to edit a book.
and then actually make a decision on which screenplay I'm going to write next.
3 choices...maybe 5....
They keep throwing scenes at me... "choose me!" "choose me!" they wave.
One requires research, which at the moment, I do not want to take on. (U- animation)
One I'm not even sure what the other half of the movie is about. (untitled - live action)
One has the majority filled in, but I still feel it's missing some important part.
which may totally show up when I outline it or do beat cards. (ST - animation)
One has all the main scenes done, all the main characters, all the main action, but all the nitpicky little details and dialogue is just a scattered mess of miniture blanks. (TPM - live action)
One is based on an image. A singular image, I don't know what's it's about, but fuck, it is amazing. I want to watch it so bad. (PotS - animation)

and I need to edit Killian and cut it down to 29 pages before I can copyright it.
The Fox Prince is in line for rehashing, but it needs more time to chill.
My other ones are still at satisfactory levels. So that's where they'll stay for awhile.

so book work and writing tomorrow.
art ideas are in line
I might scuff the piano up and go buy some primer.

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look at the stars....look how they shine for you...
and everything that you do...

 huh,.....
I just figured out what (PotS) is about....
omg, it's sad and beautiful, and way over people's heads,
I like. *nods.

It's not me.... it's you

day 19 of 100 of WTFIW....F

haha... so I wrote on here earlier about 3 paragraphs and just deleted it all

Someone wrote this about me...
"You are so gentle in your instruction and so patient in your words."

This has provided a much needed perspective on the way things move from the inner to the outer.
Specifically relating to words and meaning.
When the choice is made to actually communicate from a center, rather than from the outer layers.
People are energy. And when the aim is to meet up with the essence of another, it rarely fails to greet the target and propel those affected into a truer state of being.
Like handing them a sword. And they take the hilt and gain strength.
The chaos these things can sometimes cause is glorious when the whole intent is to bless the one it was meant for. Sometimes it wasn't meant for anyone, but those that hear are quick to bless, just as they have been blessed.

This wasn't even isolated.
How they recognize and see... and they are given what they need. 
They never knew the hesitation and contemplation that came before.
But if those things, although sometimes not very simple things, served you...
then this center is the last gate. 
The gatekeeper walks with me. 
All that is felt is depth. All that is known is strength. All that there is, is truth.
 

There are still other times when another walks in the path of the sword not meant for them.
They immediately turn to the fight or flight response. Often the fight.
And how they spew their suffering about it, although it wasn't for them, yet they picked it up.
And they misunderstand this thing that didn't belong to them.
But you can't tell them to put it down.
Because they are holding it and it is theirs now. "It's mine." they will say.
"It's mine and I don't like this, or it's all wrong because..."
That's what makes it 'not yours'.
that's what makes it 'not yours'.
that's what makes it NOT yours.
your hands are bleeding as you grasp the blade.... put it down.

 

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sssoooooo..... the original things written would have led to this next action step.
but what is now written does too, but with an engine behind it.

Action steps. Only called such because those words are used in the newly written book that will be soon edited and published.
Modifications. 
Alterations.
Transmutations.
... with vibration and energy.

Do not be alarmed if outer circumstances and behaviors are suddenly rearranged.
Do not be offended if they are unrecognizable or unable to be understood.
Do not fear.
All energy thrives on movement.
It devours lower frequencies and the higher grabs hold into a singular entity.
Moving all that is connected faster.
Making all that is connected stronger.
Filling all that is static into clarity.

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 editing book, then publishing, then screenwriting heaven (hell)
yay!
and art. lots of art.

goodbye

Short inserts to satisfy your needs

Day 15 of 100 of WTFIW....F


Okay, this book I'm writing... wasn't supposed to take this long.
Spent maybe 3 hours, maybe 4 writing this thing... like just now... and it's 12:33am.
on chapter 8...
and the more I keep going, the more it seems I'm not reaching the end of my notes I have for it...
ugh... is there that much to say about feng shui and energy flow... apparently.
it was intending to be short....
like my tree book that is a whopping 40 or so pages and like 5 of those are blank...
cause they won't let me print off less than 40, lol.
this one is currently at 71... and still another chapter or 2 or 3 to go... not sure ...
Hoping to finish it tomorrow.
I want to write a screenplay!!!!! AAAARRRGHGHGHGHG!H!!!!

Painted a wall today.
Now the other wall that isn't painted will need painted... cause it looks bad.
and the piano...
yes, I am one of those people...
I will paint a masterpiece upon it's scratched up wooden flesh.
what exactly, I don't know yet,
but I'm tossing around color schemes and images till something fits.
It'll be great. Cause it's my piano, and I love my piano. <3

I should say something deep.

Here's an insert of my feng shui book.... cause I already got deep and now I'm chillin.

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So, this chapter…. Sticky stuff… let’s look at…

   Triggers.

   You know these. Someone says something that makes you want to correct whatever they just assumed. Someone cuts you off and doesn’t give you that ‘Oh, sorry, I messed up’ wave. Or when politics. Or when a family member starts reiterating something you feel is a private matter. Or the internet won’t work while you are live-streaming a very important video. The list goes on and on, depending on your circumstances and personal triggers.

   Are triggers mirrors of what’s still blocked in you? Possibly….probably. But looking for the blockage isn’t going to really clear it out. Doing a scavenger hunt to figure out why this thing makes you feel this other thing is just your mind trying to solve a problem.

   The real solution. --> Just FEEL it.

   No need to analyze or ‘figure out’ anything. The whole point isn’t to draw a diagram of yourself and ‘fix’ what might be wrong, just like drawing a diagram of your house isn’t going to ‘fix’ your clutter and worn out furniture.

   However, feeling the trigger, exactly when it comes and looking at it. Being present and attentive with it, just like being present with those child thoughts. It doesn’t matter what or who the ego tries to blame. It doesn’t matter if that child trigger is throwing a tantrum on the floor. Be present and attentive, feel what it brings up and allow it to move through without grasping on to what it says.

   You wouldn’t gasp in disgust and try to fix a child who just can’t tolerate someone being taller than them. You would just be present and love the child and be attentive as this tantrum moves along and passes. There is nothing to fix. You aren’t broken, you’re just holding onto things that say you are.

   Feng shui magic right there.

   You aren’t broken, you’re just holding onto things that say you are.

Let’s get into this…

-- What is your go to response when you are triggered by someone/something?

-- Is that action based on your inner truth or something you do by habit?

-- If you checked in with yourself, how would you prefer to respond?

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that might be chapter 6... I think... a piece...
whatevs... sleep is sounding fantastic...assuming I don't decide to eat something first.
maybe be back to write something cool tomorrow, or next week, or next month... idk.