Wings Unfurled.

Suddenly it all makes sense … … all the sideways glances, the episodic syncs, the gnashing of teeth and cut off chances, the snipping of claws round the fire for the celebration of your life and death in tow … simultaneously, the gasping of air in the midst of the unbelievable, the twisted truths and…

They Drew the Lines.

They just stop … Full-Stop. As if some maestro is conducting all cessation of contact hence forth. Much more so like a forced possession than a harmless ghost. Into this cyclical bin tainted with remnants of memories that build on the inside with residue as it churns that which was never said while it oils…

Tea of Pine.

A cyclone of pine needles danced around a protective veil in the air between her rage and foot, so thick with the residue of disgust that a spark would have set the entire forest on fire had she just blasted the pile with a swifter kick. The striking scent of decay from freshly fallen pine…

Destiny vs. Diagnosis.

I will never forget those days … July 2010 and counting. Man, what a trip. I was just reminded of the very abbreviated version of the day I was diagnosed, or days leading up to it. Not the night, week, month or year … the day. #1. Quit corporate job, mid-day, sarcastically to go camping….

Feel Thine Own Self Be True.

This above all: feel thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man, self, sentient being, guide, god, ancestor, alien or multi-dimensional. Numb thine own self be false, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then…

Disclosure BREAKdown & Kundalini, Fire it Up!

… Assembling these tools with no understanding, looking out onto the lake as I worked … the same lake where I had my first real and conscious UFO experience, and third “MIB” experience, about 10 years later in the dead of winter and the middle of the night and with a friend as my witness….

Singularity.

You may be looking for something poetic, heart wrenching, philosophical or fierce from me tonight, but I have nothing. I am simply taking notes … I was talking to a friend about my early “psychotic” experiences with philosophical and syfy mind fucks and he dubbed it immediately as a singularity. And although I have heard…

Mikey.

(Grizzly’s name for you was Mike-eses, so it’s hard to call you Mikey). Before you venture off into your next adventure (beyond excited for you on this one), I ask that you hear us all out one last time. I can pretty much speak for all of us when I say that you were and…

Lift Off.

I remember walking through a brand new Air-Force base with my Grandfather and my Dad. It was set way off in the future. Hearing, from Sleeping at Last, was playing in the background. Little known fact is that I suffer from hearing loss, as well as my Grandmother, his wife, who he couldn’t fathom losing…