Baptized and introduced to GOD through the Roman Catholic Church.
St. Pius X.
I Cried while reading a letter from my father during confirmation camp.
Confirmed in the eyes of the Church under the name St. Vladamir.
Mostly as a joke.
Fell in love the summer before college
From San Diego to the Humboldt forrest and its state funded University
Alone for the first time
Medicine from the earth came, unraveling the walls, opening the mind to god
Writing came back
University is behind me now
The road is ahead
If I dont watch my feet
Ill just start down the road
But I am still sick from the zeitgeist, the conspiracy and the poison.
What sword can I raise to such evil?
Earth, humanity is lost
Swallowed by sin
Can god return?
My logical mind would wonder
No answer, just more problems and questions
Can I breathe now?
More medicine please
Mother tells me about this reiki master named Marissa.
She asks me to speak with her
We laugh on the phone
She invites me to her office
And plants a seed.
She helped me water it and tune in.
Her compassion revealed my healing
Through Reiki I put my mind back into the learning of light
And parted with the darkness of knowing.
Spreading poison with your knowing.
I started listening
And myself [others]
My heart was broken
I put the energy into my body
Groaning for motion
One at a time disapointing my expectations
Grattitde beginning to flow
Growing in love
Shedding cancerous energies
Shedding My Self
Over and over again
Work in the desert
A Tribe Family Gathering
Darkness at the inn
Light in the temple
Josuha tree sunrises are an inter cosmic dance
A month I spend
With a wealthy, connected, and well spoken friend
The Festivals call is loud
I dance through the crowds and find more lovers
The wind blows me away
I resist but land in unexplored spaces
And follow my nature
Another Tribe Family gathering stirs
The vision and the people
Its overgrown and has a spirit of its own
Collecting and expanding from the Home of the Heart
A spark is rekindled
Lover and loving christalizing
Dancing and thunder
Grace beyond wonder
Flows from the depths
But first Vegas
With my lover
As a healer
For the archive
It was then that i realized that he archive project each humand leaves behins, a collection of their buildings connections and favor. Their reknown. The gravity of influence that they continue to resonate from beyon the physical bodily fleshy decomposable breakable forms. Purely in spirit. How to preserve spirit comes in many ways. Mostly creative with logically enhanced technologies that allow for more clear creative expression. And heree we are at the channeling of knolwedge from the astral into the physical. As it has always been done. Some ewokrs made famous by attatching the authro god to the manuscript. Channeled stragiht from above. Well how about below. What about the chaos in the depths. Is there not wisom for us in the darkness? Pherhaps those spaces are only for the brave among us who believe in theit connection to light. Unafraid of the darkness because each step they take breeds light. Every space they invade is illuminated. Thunder straikes. And graceful rain follows to wash away the drit.
Too much egoo
We ride these waves gracefully as we can. But when we let go, this is when true grace is allowed to posess our bodies and offer god manifesto. Let it be so that when the body is empty that only truth and love shall emanate and find hommage within. All other forces are banished.
A Reiki lifestyle become more and more clear.
It is made clear by a loves compassion
And my demonstration of compassion.
Intentions wholly expressed and recieved
Clarity and joy
Work flows in sin city
Flow brings me back to the home of the heart
For more medicine…
Grandmother, with your wisdom. I am ill, though I know not how much. By your grace I am allowed to sit here with you and gaze into your mouth. I receive your blessings and your purge. We are family, I am blood and flesh of your own. We are of the earth and its partners the sun and moon. We love deeply and wish for nothing but you to wrap your heart ams around uss. Fill us with your love and let us overflow planting god in the soil our feet stomp. Let us dance and sing in the wind for our song will be carried off into the stars for the whole universe to witness. All things made are shared and my body is ready to feel truly alive.
The thunderwand finds my hand.
Through the opening of my own heart.
My lineage smiles in the wake of my mystery.
I am allowed any moment.
In all time.
Now will forever be the most appropriate choice.
The dieta is broken, the night before ceremony.
More sacredness is breached.
The archive comves to me
As I fold over my legs
I start up laughing
I release into the movements and flow.
And an archive entry.
The first archive enrty.
Of people for the people.
Lives for the living.
You are alive…