“The applications of our modern era have so many layers of listening devices, I wonder what parts are necessary to keep recording. I understand National Security protocol to a certain extent, but I have ascertained, to a certain degree, that we are selling our personal daily diaries of activities and records of our dialogue to […]Read More E.S.P Net-Work
Grant me permission to move on through, I think I’ll come up with something we’ve newly discovered in terms of technology and channeling of the spirit. Of course they’ll start charging rent on these things, as I’ve observed in the past, but that is not the way things need to be, and this is not […]Read More Taken For Granted
“What did we do to end up here? This place, this unholy area that hides the truth from the public eye, how did this happen to us? What made my writing get my family and friends and I into a space that is out of touch with the way things used to be? I pushed […]Read More How did this start again?
Digging deeper finding truth for myself, I find that our social narrative is written by those connected deep in the web of being I see. The strings and waves are conducting electronic signals, and when I see something out of touch, I kinetically disable, and reconnect a stable, grounded focused point. The matrices, connect at […]Read More As usual; superficial or unofficial, not neither, not both
Take a journey with me…Read More Pods of Nature
Brush-strokes, and swipes, and marks and skids, tracks, sprays and displays of affection. Is this public or privately owned at all? Is my domain virtually indestructible and moving with my engine and its software? Is there a resonation that we need to tune into, and what makes this object so appropriately connected? I started writing […]Read More Composites
“Running around the ways I used to get used by, rubbing the bark off these trees with my rack, my antlers that certify my status as wild life, protected by the nation, the spirit of american dreams, the theta, not the beta, this is not the tutorial, this ain’t the trial version, this is the […]Read More Antlers from a buck.
“so there was once a trade known as gardening inn the land; this art form of cultivating food for the family, creating a peace treaty with nature so we may live in homeostasis, a balance know to quadrepeds who give birth through the canal of honoring the divine feminine while worshipping the sacred masculine. no, […]Read More gardening for the dust
”No no yes No yes no No yes Sir Scouting for crops Landmass earth-wise Pretty ugly and now the outer rimfire is shy. Family functions that find you out of me. I’ll be done with this series when it works. For nobody but my identity, generate income and gain Independence from my own divergence in […]Read More Handled carefully, Packaged finely.
“Who did what to where? When did this happen again? Questions are useless if I run out of material and if I can’t keep asking questions then what is the point of creating a mural? Why did you see this page as the position that was vertical enough to be printed upside down? This is […]Read More What about the Five Big Questions?