A Star is Born…

One of the many reasons I love to buy old books as opposed to new ones, is the rare delight of finding something forgotten inside it, left behind by a previous owner. Whether it be an intriguing inscription written a hundred years passed, or a curious bookmark that has a story all of its own….

We Own The Sky

Your body is made of Stars Your brain is made of Data The Meta-Galaxy is protecting you Throughout this Great Dream   We Own The Sky – music and video by M83 #consciousness #stars #starseed #mind #soul #enlightenment #universe #eternal #life #dream #galaxies #metaphysical #ego #higherself

Hush let them sleep

Hush let them sleep… find me on Instagram Celebrating diversity includes celebrating the unawakened, the asleep and the people-sheep. Too often we complain about the still-asleep. We call them sad and brainwashed, dumbed down ego-mentalists. We secretly cast our judgements and small hatred down upon them. Darkness can seep so quickly from the corners of…

Baby Stars

Baby stars curled up Embryonic Die young spit out gamma rays Form the Black Hole

Sol Speaks

‘I have protected them with Forgetting,’ Sol explained, ‘They will die to remember what they were born to forget. And they can re-join the game and forget all over again if they wish. Or they can come back home, back into One and help the ones who are struggling with The Forgetting. But I have…

Under the Skin of the Universe

We all know what’s under the skin of the universe. We’ve just flipped a switch to make ourselves forget. Humanity as a whole isn’t quite ready. Some have begun to awaken, like little lamps lit. Those that remain have been defiled by consumerism and fattened by the federal reserve. Help them. Calling to your higher…

Time… The Passage of Stars and the Death of Entropy.

We build our concept of time upon the movement of energetic giants, the pulsing of their hearts and the spin of our worlds. A whisper once told me that there is a secret place on earth where the spin is draped in stillness. It is not unlike the stillness in your breath, the space in-between…

Earth, I hate and love you

  Sometimes I hate this planet. I don’t even feel like I’m from here. Does anyone else feel the same? On good days I laugh, I forget and I feel like a real human. On other days…well. I’m disappearing. These other days should be better days. And in some ways they are. I’m floaty like…