Another session inspired by John Lennon.

Starting over is the way I live my life. I’m always starting over.

It used to be after a break up, I would start over.

Then I noticed something, everyday is a chance if starting over.

We are ever evolving at our rate, some go quickly through this evolution others go at less than a snails pace.

Never compare yourself with others. They have their path and one has the responsibility to stay on ones path.

This gets fucked because we care. We say we don’t, but we do.

As much as I can give it to you with the one talk, I had to grow into that.

I’m as stoned as I’ve been in quite a few months.

It’s because we care, the intuitive thing that was always the right thing, is now the wrong thing.

Think about it as if you could feel everything that was fucking someone up.

What if you could take it for a while?

What would do?

Here’s what I do.

I take it for them as long as I can stomach it.

I get most people won’t understand this, but I don’t care.

When is enough enough?

Depends on who you ask.

For some, a warning from a Dr gets through. For some it takes a friend. For some, no one ever gets through.

It’s frustrating dealing with the ones that no one will ever get through.

I channel the universal consciousness, a.k.a. God.

I don’t like it.

Give people the guidance the need from God and have them tell you that you have no idea what your talking about.

This is my life.

I had to be this stoned to write this, weed makes me honest to a fault.

It’s why I channel the higher self, the higher version of consciousness.

I this for everyone.

I understand that means I can, meaning I’m able to channel the universal consciousness, or any entity within.

Now, the multiverse, I don’t know but ni suppose if I can channel in this verse why not from other verses.

Writing The Devil’s Children, it felt as if I channeled the characters as they told their stories through me.

Steven King has said something similar. That he channels the stories.

How is this useful?

First people have to accept that it’s true.

Oh well, I’m fucked.

Not really, it’s a matter of perspective.

The fact that I live at this time understanding what I do and what I can’t write that people will never believe, it’s a life.

However,  I get it. Someone had to be me, and I’m good at it.

There’s a long ass story that I’m telling that is the story of my life.