YES HELLO, Reader!!!

Alienbroadcast Transmission TIME! Take a moment for ARTE. Give thanks to your MUSE. Know you are GOD \\ LOVE. Face whatever scary abyss is staring at you and CACKLE INTO IT. From the HEART, now, it's fuckin' FRIDAY.

So, I was attempting to fall asleep to the sounds ov a prerecorded thunderstorm on my white noise machine and I received a vision flash.

Imagine a stationary bicycle whose pedals control a film reel that passes over a light that projects a movie onto a screen in front ov the bike. Kinda like if an analog bicycle had a LOVE child with an analog movie projector. A Cinemacycle, say. Imagine that the speed ov the film that is being projected is directly proportional to the speed ov the pedaling, so in order to view the footage in real TIME, you have to keep a consistent and steady pedaling leg movement at a certain RPM. If you slow down so does the audio & video, making it wonky if you aren't pedaling precisely. This machine requires you to keep moving in order to progress the film any further.

Get the picture?

Okay, now remove the screen. Also, the bike is no longer stationary.

I am riding the Cinemacycle on a winding, rocky path through the rain at night and the bright bike light is projecting previously recorded chaos onto illuminated rain drops falling frantically from space. I am moving through physical reality while projecting another reality from a subjective, uni-directional, beaming source ov my own lighting hardware. Discordantly painting the rain with moving images and colorful flashing lights meant to be seen only from my perspective. Hurdling through the dark unknown without ever making it known because all I can see are fragmented versions ov my own projections blinding my true sight ov the path ahead.

How much easier it is to get off the Cinemacycle and allow my eyes to adjust to what is legitimately existent beyond prerecorded light pollution projections. In order to see in the dark you must first turn off the lights so your eyes can adjust. Note to self: Shut up & meditate.

Hey, wanna see that piece I've been obsessing over for a couple weeks? It is finished and glued. Voila:

𒄆𓁹✞𒀱✞𓁹𒄆

𒄆𓁹✞𒀱✞𓁹𒄆

This week I had a really validating blessing from the great energy that I refer to as the "Laundry Room Free Pile Spirits." I need to rename my spirits slightly now that I've moved into a building where the designated area for belongings that are too good for the trash, but unwanted nonetheless, is in a cold concrete hallway by the parking garage dumpsters and not in a communal laundry room.

My Free Pile Phantoms. My Dumpster Angels. My Secondhand Spirits.

Anyways, a really cool thing happened where I suddenly got it in my mind that I wanted a translucent, green, votive candle holder for a specific altar ov mine. I hopped over on my pocket consumer machine and spent a good 9 minutes ov my life scrolling through every imaginable green votive candle holder the internet has to offer. I landed on a light green lotus flower and added it to my virtual cart. Uncharacteristically, I decided to wait to press the buy button. Stinkin' Inklin' said, "Wait." I listened.

The next day I did my usual thing where instead ov using the trash shoot down the hall to discard my recycling, I walk it down to the parking garage recycling dumpsters so I can see if there are any treasure blessings from my Great Garbage Ghosts. Lo and behold! The same lotus candle holder that was waiting in my virtual cart was amongst the discarded chaos in the cold concrete hallway. A clear gift from GOD Herself.

I also rescued a little mystery plant, some much-needed clothes hangers that happen the perfectly match the ones I already possessed, AND a large GOLD plant pot. It's the perfect size I needed to repot a St. George's Sword plant I've been fostering for a decade that had long outgrown its original pot. I was so excited that I repotted it as soon as I brought the golden trash treasure haul upstairs.

Developing a decades long friendship with Free Pile Spirits and Garbage Ghosts has really enriched my life and deepened my belief in the intrinsic Magic ov Our Universe. GOD knows that I LOVE prezzies and She gives them to me ALL the TIME. Deep gratitude to everyone who contributes to community free piles. You keep the magic alive.

I cry heartfelt gratitude tears every day.

In related news, Wednesday January 14th was my 5 year alcohol-free soberversary. Big shout out to GOD for the pain that scared me sober. Also, eternal gratitude to Justin for immediately quitting drinking with me when I was sick and needed a lifestyle ally. What a hero! I am soul thankful that I got to party my ass off for sixteen y-eras straight and fully devote myself to reckless abandon & total Hurricane Hannah chaos and live to tell the tale but also evolve into someone who possesses self preservation and the power ov clarity. I was tricked into thinking I needed copious amounts ov alcohol to feel good, have fun, make ARTE, make LOVE, connect with GOD, pray to the MUSE, and make friends. HEY IT TURNS OUT alcohol abuse actually STEALS OUR POWER and makes ALL those things more difficult. Massive THANK YOU to everyone who has supported me so far on my journey and decided I am still worth maintaining a friendship with even though I don't get fucked up and engage in self-endangerment exhibitionism anymore.

It's so cool how we get to curate the small behaviors we do each day that accumulatively amount to paradigm-shifting, legacy-building, lifestyle and worldview changes. Every moment we have the opportunity to wake up to our divinity and DO SOMETHING REALLY COOL and LOVING for OURSELVES and OTHERS.

Self Initiation, My Loyal Friend

Path Ov Evolution, We Will Transcend!

BIG LOVE

GOLD BLESS YOU

JAI KALI MA!

YOUR FRIENDLY CYBERHOOD NEIGHBOR,

P.S. In 2019 I made a short-lived Instagram page that has been abandoned for 6 y-eras called @laundryroomfreepile where I briefly chronicled myself and my findings/manifestations in the laundry room free pile at The Dover Apartments, the home ov the infamous Laundry Room Free Pile Spirits.

P.P.S. Please enjoy my ALL TIME favorite hymnal to the Great Garbage Ghosts. Charles Manson's Garbage Dump​

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𓃚 𓅰 𓅬 𓅭 𓅮 𓅯 𓅓

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