Thanks Jasmine Cain.

I took a ride down deep inside
Tryin’ to find my way
I looked around and there I found
cll the skies were gray
cnd I never knew I could get so close to fear
I could’ve turned to run, but I’m still here
Straight out of the cradle
Right on through the grave
Be Brave
The light will dim and pull you in
You’ll begin to fade
But if you’re heartless, here in the darkness
Don’t you be afaid
Reach out for the hands of the divine
These are moments we all are defined
Straight out of the cradle
Right on through the grave
Be Brave
Every good story begins with guts and ends in glory
Straight out of the cradle
Right on through the grave
Be Brave

This song is my life.  God’s got the night off. I get why.

Most people, when you tell them you channel God, they think I’m crazy.  I’m a telepath, I know when people think I’m crazy.

What it’s like from Everlast is playing now.

I know what it’s like to have people think I’m crazy.

Why do I do it?

I’m a Táltos, it’s what my job is.

No one wants to hear what God thinks. I ignored God for a time, and my life was gravy. Then I decided to be a good Táltos.

I don’t take money for guidance, or healing, or anything that I do.

It’s why I wrote 7 books.

I couldn’t even get my friends to share my work. 

Now that it’s free, no one wants to share my work. That’s just a fact.

I have no friends.

I have acquaintances, but zero friends. 

Why would someone want me as a friend?

I channel God. 

I wouldn’t want to be my friend. Thinking about it, I get it. How does one get to argue with God.

I get exactly why I have no friends.

I’ve done a ton for other people and I still look to help where I can.

But I’m homeless.  I’ve been homeless for 7 months, living in the Torres shelter. A place for me that’s abusive to live here.

I can’t ever be alone. There’s always someone there.

Peace Lords is a book I wrote with the idea of someone picking up for a series. 7 years ago.

I get these emails and they all want me to buy there shit, a radio show, podcasts and people looking for cash to sell my books.

It’s depressing as fuck.

It’s why I surrendered to God and let God use me to write.  I figure if no one gives a shit about me, well I care about me.

God cares about every single one of us. I’m living proof.

Why else would God fix my short leg?

Why else would God use me to give everyone the Gyre Field Unified Consciousness Model?

Why the rest of narcissistic science still thinks they can create consciousness.

Consciousness is primary and God is consciousness.

I’ve seen it myself. 

Being God’s bitch isn’t what others think it is.

I do the bitch work that gets no glory.

I bug the fuck out of people, telling them what they need.

One acquaintance, she is a dreamwalker. She can invade your dreams. It’s taken more than 2 weeks and many reminders that she can do this and its purpose is to aid others.

Why do I care?

Someone should. 

I know a dude who was in the Army, he had to kill people.  I’ve known so many who have been where he is at.

A dreamwalker can get rid of those dreams that plague so many veterans. 

This is why I should hate my life.

I bug everyone into being who they truly are.

I love my life and it’s not an easy life to love.  But someone’s gotta do it, and I can deal with it.

I don’t like dealing with it, however, I get my life’s purpose is to do what I do. 

Bodhisattva is what I’ve been called, an enlightened being who is on the path to Buddhahood. Instead of entering full nirvana for themselves, they choose to delay it to help all other living things end their suffering and find awakening.

Pulled from Google. It’s what I am and why I’ll never stop. 

I’ll always be helping someone with something. 

Have a blessed one and be excellent always.