I have a reoccurring dream. In my past reincarnations they asked me what I felt about the planet Earth. I made it quite clear after multiple childhoods I would enjoy more of a challenge. I am starting to understand that what happened is I was adjusted to tell myself that the game of life is harder when in fact the world is the same as it ever was.
What if this dream is real in the sense that I am the one holding my self back? What if I am the one telling myself that it is to hard to be successful? What if I am to full of excuses to exercise when underneath it all I love the feelings of being healthy? What if I have the ability to harness my energy and weld my power because I take the time and make an effort to practice and perfect my skill set? What if I apply discipline and change my lifestyle, could it change my life?
Or. More importantly what if I could use this time and this space where everything feels like it’s a really bad dream anyway and turn around the story? To take control and let the creative energy I have been stifling flow? I usually do not share my art. It is sacred. However given the current beyond apocalyptic post Armageddon what’s next climate let me remind you of the soul flowers on the pyramids. We do it all over. That’s right folks. The city gets destroyed by plague and famine. No one comes into the desert to rescue Moses. Thus lest we forget and loose our sacred knowledge here it is from the top.
The choir has departed. The heavenly host are the first grains of sand to go when the hourglass that is eternity flips over. Many thousands of years later we are once again at the end of the beginning of a new age. Society has collapsed upon itself. Or as they say in the beginning: once upon a time. See the once has passed and now it is after ever after because the end has come. Yet. We are still here. Acting as though the Mayan, Incan, and Aztec calendars do not end in the final year of their empires. Their 1999 their 2012 their ages that were previously dis-acknowledged by the treasure seekers. We all know that there is more to this place than the sum of its parts. Elementals. Simple and invisible to the naked eye. Yet so detailed in their minuscule exclusivity.
Sometimes I vaguely have a moment to myself to acknowledge simultaneously taking Ivy League classes while creating art and working to support myself. Then I have to get back to my life. It’s better to just go on autopilot and live it at this point. Right when I started my business classes at GW after wanting to take them since I heard about the program a plague shuts down reality. A virus ended the planet. Now I have to go back to the drawing board. As in no more public transportation. I need a bike. Not a car. So I can travel by trail. That is the only real way to limit my time in the general public. And they are definitely putting the general into it. I haven’t been this bombarded by opinionated though it were fact since I sang solo soprano during morning and afternoon mass eons ago. Of course the invention of the screenshot is also the first time since kept daily scrap books back then that I can keep an accurate record of my intellectual property so I suppose I may just be becoming better informed about the lay of the land.
At the End of the Day 