Psychosis is Healing in Action.

It is through my own personal experience and understanding that which much is deemed as psychosis is in large part not so much a break from reality as it a breakthrough into reality, and consequently, Western society’s drastic reaction to it. Imagine experiencing something as amazing as Brahma-Nirvana, release from all constraints, liberation and freedom…

Dear Rest.

Dear Rest, If you brought me to edge of existence and I caught a glimpse, why the flinch beyond? Why the cinch of the wand and the pinch in our bond, on earth as we know it in 3D? It was never about me and never, ever once about thee, you see, you see? It…

Adopt the Maxim – George Washington.

“In politics as in philosophy, my tenets are few and simple. The leading one of which, and indeed that which embraces most others, is to be honest and just ourselves and to exact it from others, meddling as little as possible in their affairs where our own are not involved. If this maxim was generally…

Namaste – an Excerpt.

… And when ET’s do contact us, they tell us time is irrelevant. All happens now. So all now is a singularity – “This is what we describe as a singularity: a set of conditions where time and space have no meaning. … Relativity, remember, is the theory that describes space and time. But at…

Reach for Greatness, Not the Bottle.

Feeling super pumped and motivated this morning after an awesome dream this morning centered around moving upward and onward, abundance, fulfilling my soul’s purpose and sobriety. In the dream, I received a $1,500 loan that was only the beginning. A man gave me a stack of cash and said, “I don’t care what you do…

Spic-n-Span.

I squeezed my toothpaste ’til it all ran out into the sink in one enormous glob of goo, grunting, “Fuck You” under my minty-fresh breath; imagine if you will, that it was all of their throats, at once, being squeezed out ’til their lil’ spic-n-span voices bled out into this grimy, slimy cesspool of existence,…

Niagara. Chapter 7.

The hairs rose up in waves across my neck as he leaned over and whispered in his psychotically-tilted voice, as it always seemed to be, “All the most brilliant minds are right here, ya know.” I nodded, pretending to go obliviously about my business that night behind the barista stage, but something inside me wanted…

Note to Self – Let Not One.

Allow yourself to climb from the darkness and embrace light. Let not one tell you when you are standing on sacred ground and have healed. Decades are enough dear, and it is now time to wipe away the dust and ashes, and to reveal the beauty in your scars that have healed over. You have…

Yours. Truly.

The treehouse still stands on the edge of the sound, where the waves crash & tumble and the feathers are wrapped ’round dream catchers of the ancients, that once were lost now found. They tether their night terrors to the moon to reflect back to us as dreams at dawn, where the last hook is…