shankara
Sometimes I think about how the earth is a body for all of us and how our bodies are homes for our cells and that I am my own earth and my cells exist and die within me and that I ultimately will pass with them and that is beautiful
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To the people who have made pillows out of books And slept with a roof that always seems to leak
For the movies and albums left on repeat while we make love under blankets where we make our own world
To the days that the weather is nice enough to leave the windows open Even if it’s raining
And to moments of peace where I can lose myself and find myself again
I’m on my manifesting the divine shit. I’m on my never scared was born to do this shit. I’m on my use tools to find divination in all things in all aspects in all people because we are reflections of the greater. The one. And from this amoeba I came. And lost eyesight and gills and lovers and family and friends along the way but nothing is ever really lost because everything begins and ends again and we gotta let it all go regardless. And we devour each other in passion and we build each other up for mother to knock us back down into dust and birth brand new. And it’s beautiful sharing this time and this space with like minded folks who love to love. Here’s to us for we are gods already.
INTENTION AND TEAS AND RECLAIMING TIES WITH ANCESTRAL GUIDES. RECLAIMING RELATIONSHIPS STOLEN OR SO THOUGHT TO BE. IT’S COME TO MY ATTENTION THAT OVER-SHARING IS NOT A RECIPROCAL RELATION AND FRIENDSHIPS TOO CAN BE ROMANTICIZED. AND DEMONIZED. AND COMMUNICATION AND BOUNDARIES WORK BOTH WAYS BUT LIKE SOBRIETY ONLY IF YOU WORK IT. ALAS, IF GOD DIDN’T WANT US DRUNK ON THE FUCKING DIVINE HE WOULDN’T HAVE HAD HIS LITTLE BONE BOY TURN WATER INTO WINE BUT I DIGRESS. BY THE TIME I’M 33 I HOPE TO MAK MIRACLES HAPPEN MYSELF.
I manifest therefore I am god. We children of the cosmos have the power and the audacity to create whatever we dream. What we imagine we create. With this power comes great responsibility of awareness. You can be complacent or you can be deliberately divine.
5ever an unfolding expression of the cosmos. Godly. Relentlessly humxn. Ever evolving. Amoeba extraordinaire. I’m just happy to be here.
minding my mind and my peace has become priority the way im shutting things down and paying no mind to things that dont water my plants or water myself i have time to waste only when its not a waste of my energy or my love or sense of self beyond ego
I’m at the point in my life where all I’m doing is learning how to be true and honest with myself and the world around me to better both myself and my world around me. Trying not to think too hard to blow the mandala of the matrix away. Give it time and patience. It works if you work it and also if you don’t so might as well be involved and present. So I study and I plan and I plant. I read and take notes and I journal. I sit with my body and breath and give to the fire and wind and water all that does not matter, truly let that shit slide. Clinging to the idea I leave here with nothing but love and a sense of “wow that was fast” ase ise amin
When the matrix is complete And we have given the computers all they need to recreate Will death be an option? Will we be able to opt out? It drives on data to survive And if our data is its currency In order for it to be fruitful our participation is vital Ive given them enough to make a whole new me Far more than they need To delete the digital footprint Hm Maybe that’s why all the ancient spaceships cant be found Have to destroy it before we destroy ourselves In a loop Continued like the folding pages in a salvia trip Or the snakes in your dmt Forever evolving to climax And falling down back into the black hole again Getting spit out the other side Like a screaming baby The next time im born I hope its in water In a warm home Or even outside Because that sterile white room Is the reason I keep dreaming of alien abductions
This is for those who sleep with machetes under their pillows Whose hearts choose violence out of love This is for every warrior killed in their sleep
I pray every single morning And every single night that my ancestors take away what is no longer serving me So when I lose I lose like chains Like shackles busting open and breaking free from my body
A good friend told me pain is the essential gift of evolution They said but only when we unpack those lessons of the flesh And every dream is telling me to unpack And repack again This time not with desire With necessity. Because if you are too heavy The feather will not hold And you will lose all the tools you thought you had And be doomed to repeat it again But what a blessing it is to be able to return Even after the countless times youre sure you’ve done it The countless deaths and destinies Saying alas this time ill get it right
Being real intentional and real deliberate is the only way out of the matrix Make it count, baby
Im buying myself a compound bow and arrows And chalk and a crash pad And Im takin myself to the middle of nowhere And im climbing some rocks And im practicing my aim Im giving my tithes And delivering my services Bringing back the balance that is community But intentional And im vetting everybody You can eat but maybe not at my table Because I am protecting my peace And I am minding my business Doing what I need to do To make sure that my purpose is fulfilled And it may change, its good like that And I relinquish control For grace And I give up expectation For pleasant surprise Amin
You are beautiful.
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breadcrumb communications and giving space when needed makeshift spider webs dreams and divinations always check the trashcans automobile accidents and spirit taking my favorites spend more time with your favorite people because god likes them a whole lot too and baby boy is selfish arent we all made us like our mothers damned us like our fathers all to drink and eat us back up again like all the saturns before us so much more precious that blood diamond rings like plans never followed through or made in ecstasy it all comes back down to pleasure and pain
Dear Shankara at 9 years old Life is hard now and it only gets harder But love and laugh anyway Hard and loud Even when people shush you Fall in love, every time And fight just as hard as you love And vice versa There will be many times you will love and lose But nothing truly is lost And you will learn to cling to things Only to lose them with grace and ease Take all those scary chances Even if you are alone Do it anyway Be brave And above all Love anyway
I feel the astral realm callllling for me. It’s gonna be a wild night. Death is on the table. And rebirth. My sense of smell has been so heightened the past like two weeks. I’m dreaming with ancestors tonight. They got a journey to show me and as I type this I got goosebumps. There’s a realm I haven’t been to and they want to show me and I am ready but fuck this is going to hurt in ways I don’t know possible. But it’s going to be so good. What’s it like to know all the suffering and all the bliss simultaneously? Infinite everything and absolute wholeness- twisting inside of itself. Folding itself inwards continuously aim pulling outwards. “Everything is going to be okay, but that does not mean we stop trying to make things better whenever we get the chance.”
Are we living in a hypercone?
