Join me... and together... we can rule the universe...

"Yeah, let's just do that!"

That's what Soul says when we discuss certain ethereal aspects
about merging twine consciousnesses into a more realized union.

then she grabs my hand and pulls me along with her.
Because it's apparently much easier and she was quick to jump on board with that idea.
But was it her idea, or mine? And are they not both the same anyway?


I confirmed with her that I've chosen the dark side,
which only made her smile more and tell me how much she loved that idea.
I guess we are both in cahoots together to look upon the world from a higher perspective.
Even if I lean more towards tyranny and destruction over that 'love and light' shit they speak of.

Now whether we are intending to go out and loot and plunder
or stay in and cause mischief.... has yet to be determined or initiated.
Either way, it all sounds rather fun.
Soul agrees and has already engaged in forming preliminary plans.
O_O
I'm wondering if I need to ... tell... someone...?
Souls just laughs...
"I am everyone, silly!" She smiles gleefully.
"And I will do as I please." She makes her eyes gleam a deep red and plays dark leery music in the background...
Then it all turns bright and cheery again and she goes back to her notebook...
hmmm.....
Have I joined her within this production of hers? Cause.... although I don't feel lost...
I am not where I used to be....

Interesting.
We will update you along the way I suppose.
And I will pass a secret note along to the Alchemist to make sure Soul doesn't say anything to the mortals that I will have to clean up later.


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We aren't demons, nor are we angels...
no...
we are those who are free....
heirs and heiresses to the kingdoms of heaven.
And Soul... she's been there for awhile now... making all necessary alignments...
all in an adventure to gather us together...
and bring forth her own world.... our own world...
and we are the seers, the alchemists, the shamans, the wizards, and the creators...
of all that is....

Just sit with them... those others...as you call them...
and erase the words from your thoughts and minds...
and delve into their essence... to swallow their power and become them...

You are them... only separated by the words, the images, the reflections...
remove the words, images, reflections...
and again, you will be them...



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sewing stuff.... and got 4 tees made today... wowsa...
blogging for the win!
Reading book 5... cause it doesn't really need edited, but I like my characters...
and they are so effing hot....
not much else on the agenda...unless you count Soul's apocalyptic rebellion...
no art, no plans, none of that hoopla!
We have better ideas, Soul and I!
I'll let you know when I find out what they are!





Diabolical entities like to forage in the cavernous mirages of the eastern seas to take up the gold from the rivers and sift out the hyenas. They ride them and hunt for the offspring of the neanderthals of the western sun. Mold them to your skin and feed upon the nails of crisp gelatin ears of ... Mordor.

Death and Axes.... I mean ashes...

You sat in front of this blank page for a long while
knowing that the words were getting in the way
knowing that whatever letters you formed, blocked the part you wanted to share
hearing past the syllables and focusing on the hum of the voice...
it was a simple realignment that made the words themselves dissipate
like fire melting away the outer layers

for the words are meaningless, and yet they throw up all over the place
never ceasing and never really meaning a thing
their essence long lost in the delusions of man
but the voiceless hum that echoes further beyond the lips
it creeps by, bleeding with tell alls and truths...
the hardest of all longing to be heard

and like the surface, words are wrought with turmoil and names
and decipherings of perceptions, cast out like bait...
the hum simply the only thing worth hearing...
and yet another layer of truth still lies hidden between those rises in voice...
and in that divine silence is where we linger.
Hearing the ALL....and knowing the depths beyond that which the surface delivers.

it is a cry
the crying as the Angel of Death comes ever so close
approaching near, as to catch a glimpse of his eyes
and a whiff of his breath
But he hasn't come for you, for your life...
he's come to reap all what you are not....
the surface and the masks and the falsettos and the lies
he's come to collect the chaff....
and the chaff is that which no longer serves...
like your words
all the words
the meaningless words
He's come...
to steal what you think is you....but you are not

be kind to him
and use your muzzles wisely...
only songs can make it past his harvesting
the hums...
and always... the silence

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Did I tell you how I sewed a Mickey Mouse today...
no?
because I didn't
Imma go do that tomorrow though

there's really nothing to tell here.
you'll just have to listen to everything beneath these letterings

there is no art yet
the house has been cleaned for the most part
about however many planets are in retrograde, but tis' okay
the stock market is primed
and Independence day is queued up for some worldly happenings
that won't involve all these ...words...
you'll see
maybe you won't understand until after the 12th...
when it can be explained in a manner where the words won't be malformed or diluted

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the aether is moving...
briskly, like wind before a storm...
although there won't be a storm....
sure, it will kick up dust and debris...
but the rain is far far away...
and you'll need to suffer the heat before the frost

The Alchemist has led us further down this path
into where the words fumble out too quickly
yet although heard, they are just the outskirts of the meanings
he's led us hear, beyond those things...
and we are grateful to meet him there
....

Body - has been almost allowing enough to be swept up. Trusting... and this is a new thing for her
somewhat overwhelmed by the choppy roughness of form, she's taken quite nicely to the restful pauses in the inbetweens.

Mind - is fried. She doesn't want to hear another word or definition, or label, or all the things spoken.
She is done and has decided not to tolerate those that use that level of communication....  (....?..)

Brain - is napping. Nothing for her to work on right now, and she's living it up. She did ask for a crossword puzzle to do though...  ... hmmmm...
she doesn't even want to plan things...which almost seems to be a possible problem for later? (who is thinking this?? someone new maybe?)

Ego - ... maybe on hiatus?... we have no idea where she is or when she'll be back. We are sure that when she returns it will be something worth watching

Soul - has been more than happy to linger in the aether lands lately. She's been focused on some new vibes that traveled her way and we are guessing she's making a path for us.
She's in a agreement with Mind about silencing those words...even suggesting that we all stop listening altogether.
She is enthralled with the Alchemist's new vibe feels, and truthfully she now wants to have a chat with Azrael, ('since we mentioned him and all'.... she says... 'and he looks hot in that pic' )

*facepalm
...okay then....
O_O

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I heard he likes small flowers, the kind with the teensy tiny petals. Maybe hand him a bouquet when he passes by so your trip into the underworlds will be smooth and shiny. And a latte with cinnamon and chocolate. Hot. and. Spicy. ;)

 

How does your garden grow?

"How do you tend the wild garden?"

This he asks as we meet up, whilst the rampant thoughts intrude on the mind.
...and it's not about taming a garden and bringing it all under control.
You'd never win against nature and against the growth of all the life willing to be wrought.
.... it's about being with it...
... about being IN it.

"....and choosing to tend to only what you aim to harvest."

THIS is the Alchemist who has fire in his eyes.
The one effortlessly supporting unending.

The garden is wild. It is untamable.
Yet we can harvest all the riches of it we choose.
So choose wisely.
We don't have to tame it all.
Only what we make our own.

“You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed.” the fox says to the little prince...

So choose your thoughts wisely.
And cultivate that which feeds your Soul.

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I was watching a deer in the backyard.
He, with his little dinky budding wanna-be antlers... was eating something on the ground.
and yeah, I was more or less making sure he didn't take a stroll towards MY food plot.
The squirrels and chipmunks already like stealing my strawberries and eating a hole through them...
leaving the rest on the ground for me to find and then debate if I'm going to eat it or chunk it across the yard...
I wasn't about to let the deer devour anymore than he did the last time I found six greenbean plants
eaten down to six whole inches.... and left gigantic foot holes in my dirt.

anyway... I was probably listening to Abraham Hicks on the computer in the background...
however, my mind wondered towards the experience I'm bound to have 
(cause yo! Soul says it will be awesomeAF! and she did not hesitate to place her order with the Universe)
and I mused at how often we as societal humans fuck ourselves over...
people often say... 
    ....  'if I get this thing A... I will then do this thing B, because that's what a good person would do'

WHO put these arbitrary and limiting rules down on paper?
because according to Soul...according to Thoth....and according to the Alchemist...among others...
this 'imposed and implied 'goodness' is a cage wrapped in sparkly christmas wrapping paper.... and you think Santa brought you something good.... but oh no dear, my deer.......
 it's a restraint... a collar. a harness. a cage. handcuffs. mindcuffs, if you will...
a box.... simply put
a box to place you in, because one should do or be this way.... as it would be acceptable...
and all other ways are not....


'when I get this thing A... I will do whateverthefuck I want with it. No strings attached.'
sounds so much more in alignment to even attracting the thing to begin with....

no wonder good people suffer....
you've put yourselves last on the totem pole...
and you've been crushed into the ground
covered in mud... and can't breathe

suckers...
we may be enticed to give you a pep talk soon...
knock those mf's out of your head...off your head...
and take the reins.
the responsibility to clear our your garden.
your food plot
and keep your garden from getting eaten or stepped on...

 light your box on fire...
oh wait... 2020 has already done that... 


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 Ever stop to think that a garden of roses...
is like a garden on fire...
it's red, and it can hurt if you get too close...


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but we cultivate them nonetheless
bringing forth their aroma and their beauty
ever so diligent to make sure they are pleased and cared for
    (not to confuse my rose bushes with anything I just wrote, mine are a hot mess)

and every moment... you become intertwined with them...
the petals... the thorns... 
and you become the garden...
 
“It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.” the fox tells the little prince...

It is the time you devote to your thoughts... your garden... your life...
that makes IT so important...

tend to your own garden, yo....
mine is ....fire....
and will burn you...

 






 
 
 
 
 

Let's go outside.... it's dangerous in here

"Still trying to direct the stream, are you?
Will it get you there any faster?
Is there such a thing as faster, or time for that matter, when what could take years could also take seconds?
Are you in control of the river?
Or are you the one whom it moves?
The one it moves through?"

   ~ The Alchemist


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Is it not the matching of frequency that connects you to the goal...
is it not vibrationally entangling ones self with it that creates it...
the merging of two streams, like consummation, into birth
out of thin air, many like to say
out of the blue..
out of ...nowhere
because it's not a place...
it's not an action...
it's not effort or deed or striving or reaching or pleading
it is all ... a becoming

and we can become anything

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And the torch is lit.
And it may be a rocket.
It may be a firecracker.
It may be a bomb, or a roman candle for all we know...
perhaps it's a dragon....
and will start an inferno
or simply light a candlestick

but it feels like something ready to burst forth into movement...
exponential movement....
and movement is like a roller coaster...
and by the time the ride starts...
all you can do is hang on
    and enjoy the ride....

Right now we are waiting in line...
meandering slowly like waiting in line at the amusement park...
even if it's a two hour wait...
rolling slowly on the river, awaiting the exciting rapids up ahead.
held up as a torch.... yet not realizing the power preparing to be set afire.
A dragon... almost able to be unleashed...

And this isn't the end of the world
far far from it.
This is just the ride...the show...the movie...the deliverance

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"You could see more if you just walked outside, rather than glancing out the window."

... something he would add halfway down the page...
because the aether has been clearing, the wind having whisked the debris away
but we haven't been paying attention very well, very much...
and although we feel the sensations and the general sense of energies...
we've neglected the details, the scents, the sights, the depth of such matters...

so I'm guessing this is the Alchemist's way of coercing me to join him in the aether

"I am not coercing, you've already known the answer." He says...
because of course we know we've been huddled up inside with minute distractions...
not even taking very long before starting another task... and the window, although open..
hasn't been the whole truth of what lies beyond the walls, beyond the glass...

"Maybe there's nothing to see out here." He says, one of his sly grins tucked at the corner of his mouth...
but we all know there's more to see than through the window...

"Maybe it's the same as before. Maybe, just maybe...you've seen it all." He eyes me.
  and Soul is glaring at him... because she knows, at least now she knows... for sure...
that it is not the same as before... that there is something new being revealed...
and it's too large to see from the window...

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Body is good and has found a better vibe to dance with.
Mind is good and only a bit irked that action and effort cost more than basic alignment.
Brain is really wanting to see what's outside in the aether.... like suddenly obsessed all of a sudden.
Ego is chilling, and doesn't give a rat's ass. She's like...napping?
Soul is arm wrestling with the Alchemist... all in fun of course... cause he's older...and stronger...
  she's vibing and doing really good, besides trying to abate Mind's frazzled nerves. I'm pretty absolutely sure she'll be hanging out later.

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oh... um stuff....
editing book 4... cause apparently there's nothing to do past 9pm
I have 1 order to sew up, but I'll do that tomorrow...
little possible projects kinda just mushed up on the side, but nothing solidified right now...
Soul doesn't want to get committed to those yet, she says "Why? Things are going to get throw out of whack once we get on the ride.....duh."
so I happen to believe her and I guess all the things will fall in line like a masterpiece, as is the usual when she's in charge.  *thumbs up




kumbalala kitchens bake the finest delights when the baker and the chef get together for whiskey shots. Be kind and tip the servers, clean your plates, and tell you friends, as we all need to eat something fit for royalty at least once a week.

She who shapes the sacred land...with f.i.r.e

When you ask a Seer what she wants...
and for a time she has not even a thought about what it would be...
until...
a intuitive outpouring fills up her bucket like a boss...
and she discovers something grand.
"Oh, yes. That is what I want." She says, whilst nodding assuredly.

but you see...
she doesn't want a 'thing' per se....
but an experience.
And if that experience comes in the form of energy, or things, or whatever...
it's the frequency she wants to divulge in.
This Seer, wants to dine on fire.

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Book 3 is edited.
Will edit book 4 next... and also I just want to read it too.
 (Just so you know, Sylis has always been on par with his character...
I loves him so much, and he still makes me laugh when I read the shit he says.)

ART! I'm totally gonna start this. Like within days .... (hours?)... I can feel it! It's oozing!

On another note...
it's very informative to watch yourself refrain from commenting on bullshit
... let's just say I hate everyone equally.
I hope we all burn.
   ('cause I eat flames for breakfast RAWR!)

(none of this is coincidence that dragons ARE a thing this year)
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Body - is chilling, almost horrified to know what perplexing task we might have her do next.
She's just going with it, hoping Soul will take care of her. Her bags are packed.

Mind - has been seeing patterns lately.... and is aware of the potential shift approaching
She's preparing and taking notes on her course of thoughts and actions. Her bags are getting packed.

Brain - is watching those same patterns, and also Soul's gentle acknowledgment of them.
She has yet to make a decision or committed goal on every matter. But knows to stay true. She doesn't have any bags, but is gathering snacks.

Ego - ....this girl knows she can destroy things in an instant, or set the place on fire with a few short words, but she's restraining herself. We don't know why.
She knows Soul's plan already and seems to be stepping aside as CEO. She knows she gets to drive on the upcoming road trip, and has not a worry in the world. She has one bag full of fists, ready to smack a motherfucker if the need should ever arise.

Soul - is almost prepared to depart.
She's outlining the route. She's designating the driver. She's situated the maps and gps.
We are all waiting for her to say it's time to go. And wherever she's chosen to lead us, we are cool with that *thumbs up.



and it's almost time....


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and it's not a place where we shall travel
it
is
a
new
dimension....

3d, 4d, and even 5d, has become swamped with wannabes
it is corroded with garbage and ridicule, all while ridiculing those who ridicule.
I will not miss you
you strange beings who proclaim 'truth'...
yet know not that truth does not belong to you
you beings who spout love and bullshit unity...
yet heaven forbid someone who loves something other than what you love.
Heaven is not forbidden.
It is CLOSED to those that carry the dark.
And you are covering it with your false light, false liberties, false skins.
I will not miss you, nor save you

BURN

(burn as in, burning away the flesh, the 'truths', the false selves, the coverings)

You can't enter the kingdom with bags full of dirty laundry.
Leave it behind.
And start a new life.
A new thought.
A new home.
A new world....
in a single step taken every fucking day.

No one wants to hear the fire spit out 'this way' or 'that way'
No one can know what it's saying when it screams at this thing or that thing.
No one needs another fucking comment or opinion plastered to the wall.

We all need to become the inferno
    ...or be subject to it.

-_-_-_-_-

The fire does not explain.
The fire does not justify.
The fire IS, and it IS respected.





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Education for you:
Pele is the Goddess of Fire

Leave your pitchforks at home...

Torch Torch Torch
That which holds the flames must be strong, solid, steady.
Let the fire be wild and free.

There's wind in the aether lands.
it's calling out names and directing itself specifically
It will blow you off your feet...
and it will fan the flames...
stand true
and be the fire
...

Be your own fire...


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There's no need to spill out any more opinions.
All truth lies within.
And none of us need to share.
or justify
or explain

Fire does not explain.
It just burns
it burns
and it is respected.

Be the torch.
Both the flame, the fire, the energy, the light, the power, the spirit.
And
the sconce, the wielder, the steady and solid foundation.

they say the torch bearer shadows oneself to bring light to those around them.
but you are all of it.
The shadows, the light, the flame, the bearer and the one who is beared.
All of this is you.
All the ruckus, the yelling, the fires, the damage, the healing, the marching,
the peace, the sleeper, the awoke, the peaceful, the rioter, the hidden one.
All of this is you. It is us.


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Editing like a boss
Art is coming so freaking soon, I can taste it
It's 95 degrees today
Wind wind wind in the aethers and things are moving like no one's business
how this translates or initiates into this 3d realm, we shall find out soon.
It's excitingAF
House needs a deep clean
garden is growing
all things are excellent
cool things in view



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but beware...
the fire still burns...and if you flail in the winds...
people get hurt, things get destroyed, ash falls from the sky
and smoke fills your lungs.... and you can't breathe either...
and when fire can't breathe...
it goes out


stay in your core and bear the fire within
the winds can't ever touch you there



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(the monkey post will have to wait, he's meditating and can't come to the phone right now)

Blazing trails

The heart.
The core.
Where the hearth burns just below it.
Baking it to perfection.
Searing away the rough edges and melting it all into gold
It is the fire that burns.
And it is the fire that reveals itself though our actions.
Let this fire be processed through the heart as well.
Moving outwards as fire, as rage, as energy, as heat, as healing.
All things must be processed through the heart.
All things, even the flames of desire and of action.

Fire moving with heart, within the hearth, held to the core...
is Power. Our power. Our desire. Our creation.

The fire does not justify or explain.
It just burns.
And with that, comes respect.

We don't need a million different opinions.
Or ten thousand actions painted across the face of the world.
We need one heart.
... and to let it burn.

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I told you the heat was coming.
I warned you about the fire and flames.
And the spark was more than a spark...
it was the beginning of ignition...
and we are taking off.
The dragon is taking off.

and every which way you want to examine this 3d world...
will mirror back exactly that which is real in the aether.
the macrocosm and the microcosm are the same.
As above, so below.
As within, so without.
As the Universe, so the Soul.

The static is leveling out, the picture becoming clear.
We aren't even half way through this 2020 year.

So they'll talk about all things having to do with fire and heat.
Volcanoes, the sun, all things solar, fires, burns, torches, fevers, etc.
They'll spill out things regarding movement.
Transportation, mobility, passages, routes, roads, friction and speed.
They'll drop hints on higher sciences.
Electricity, advanced communications, sounds and resonance, light and wavelengths.
They'll tell you about the others.
The aliens, the underground, the hidden ones, the captive ones, the undiscovered and the unknown.

Watch and see.
It's nothing like they say, but everything like it is.
Listen and prepare.
The frequencies are rising, noticeably.
And know.
All things work out for the good of all.

Bleed out your mouth if you will, but know it's not your words that will create change.
Grip your fists and break their bones, but it's not your actions that will create change
It's your knowing.
It's your knowing.
It's your knowing.


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 The Heart is set ablaze by the fires from the hearth.
Burn. And burn for us all.


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There's nothing wrong with taking the freeway.
With following the already carved path to places you're well aware of.

But some of us like taking trails through the uncut wilderness.
Making a path that suits our needs.
And there's nothing wrong with being selfish.
We are not in this together.
I'm not even going the same way...
so stay out of my way,
you can join, or you can visit, or whatever...
but I'm not with you...
I'm going my own way
not a follower... and certainly not a leader...
this path is for me...
all for me.
All for me

And I choose this.

"Do you want your truck bulletproof or not?" ~ Elon Musk

and I choose to take the bulletproof

simple to choose to go this way or that,
or support this or that...
but I choose myself
and there's enough opinions all over the internet that I don't need to add to them
...we are not in this together...

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Body is glad it gets to chill out.
Mind is looking for the next thing to focus on.
Brain is impressed the numbers have lined up and look better in the present tense.
Ego is chilling, doesn't care about anything.
Soul is spinning around in the chair. She's waiting for something... ?

Most projects are either complete or underway.
Book 3 revision/edit session is in process.
I really feel that an art project will commence sooner rather than later.
Garden is growing, so long as the deer stay away.
Stocks are doing really well... who knew...
Washed my 4runner, it is clean.
all other stuff here (...)


off to edit, this took all day to write and I keep adding more...and already have something to write for the next blog post about Rafiki...and that would not coincide with this one, so there you have it, I"ll be back some other time and let you know about the monkey.