What’s the biggest risk you’d like to take — but haven’t been able to?
What’s more risky, taking a trip, or going to th grocery store?
I don’t think about risk.
That’s fear doing that.
At times fear is a good thing.
What is it you should fear?
Losing freedom.
Life feeds on life.
All life is vampiric in that regard, at least that’s what I tell myself in order to remove the guilt for being a soul vampire.
I’m not your run of the mill blood sucking freak, no I’m a bit more high class than that. I’m an actual soul sucking vampire, better known as an Incubus in some of your mythology.
That myth speaks to my kind feeding on sexual energy, and while sex is tasty, any piece of your soul will do to satiate my endless hunger.
My name is Solomon James and I am a vampire.
You have no idea how easy it is for a soul sucker like me to feed on any of you. It’s due to how I feed that allowed me to go for 30 years before knowing what I am and what I do and how I do it.
I thought I was as human as any of you for a good chunk my life before discovering my secret.
Imagine waking up one day and not being human anymore, yet nothing had happened, you had never been human.
If you can imagine that, you can imagine that even now many years later I still feel guilty about being the vampire I am.
The nice thing is that us soul suckers never have to kill to feed.
In point of fact our number 1 rule is to take care of our food. We often use relationships to feed. It’s in our best interest to make sure a spouse eats well and exercises and is healthy so we have something healthy to eat ourselves.
There are benefits with being our food or drawbacks depending on how we feed and what we do with it.
We can assist in keeping you healthy and feeling right, and do wonders for adding years to your life.
We can leave you feeling sickly or diseased after taking the best of you for our feeding.
We’re not benevolent by nature, though some of us lean that way. You’re food.
In our eyes you may as well be cattle or pigs or chickens. I must say it’s odd having a real conversation with your food. Even weirder is having sex and knowing you’re also eating at the same time.
Maybe it’s only weird for me since I spent so long thinking I was human.
Even though I can feed on your soul, I still eat the same kind of food you do. I’m a big fan of a greasy cheese burger with grilled onions and mushrooms.
It’s one of the reasons it took me so long to catch on. I still bleed and get sick on occasion.
I can’t bench press a boulder or move all speedy like a blur. I am actually a bit of an average at best runner.
I do have some other abilities that are far more scarier. I can take over you mind and make you my slave.
If that doesn’t terrify you, wait until happens to you one day.
I can create an illusion before your eyes that only you can see. It will look as real as real gets to you while nothing at all is actually there.
It’s a trick of the mind and being able to use yours against you.
I simply tap the emotion I desire you to feel and then your mind conjures the images for me.
If I want you afraid, you’ll see the one thing that terrifies you most.
If I want you feeling safe and secure, well you’ll see exactly what makes you feel safe and secure and you’ll be an easy meal for me.
Basically there is nothing one can do to defend themselves against a creature like me.
A creature, is that really what I am. It’s what I feel like, a non human creature.
I may not be exactly human, however I still feel just as any human does. I get happy and sad and angry and the passion of falling in love is the one thing that I love most in life.
I think the best way for me to tell my story, well there is no best way to tell the world that soul sucking vampires exist and have for as long as humans.
Thankfully I’ve got as long as I need before spilling the beans, I mean who would even believe it if they read this.
Really, this guy thinks he’s a soul sucking vampires, yeah right.
I’ll be safe if anyone finds this.
I think this is a good start for writing a book about my life. These journals should help me flush out the parts that are the most interesting.
What are you most proud of in your life?
I don’t have pride.
I’ve written books but I don’t attach pride to any of my work.
Why be proud?
The accomplishment.
What does pride give me?
An overinflated view of me.
I don’t think so.
Why be proud?
What does being proud give you?
It’s an ego trap.
What have you been working on?
On LinkedIn you often can see a meme that says don’t talk about what you’re working on until it’s done.
That’s fucked up.
That’s secretive.
What happens when keep a secret?
Every telepath see it as clear as day.
Every empath can feel that your keeping a secret.
People who do what I do, channel the higherself, we know before we met you.
It’s why I’m honest as can be.
I’m all three.
How would I keep a secret knowing others do it too?
By the way, stuff is getting done. I’m taking the day off.
Tomorrow you will meet Solomon James, Soul Vampire.
That means Zeus and His Daughters is done just as the last daughter said.
Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose.
I’ve spent the last week, 7 days, at my brothers every day from 4 to 9 watching him taking care of his mom.
It’s why I’m writing late.
Took the time when I got home to watch Real Time with Bill Maher. It’s that I always agree with what he has to say, however he calls bullshit on everyone that’s bullshitting.
That is what I appreciate about Bill.
At times Bill is the one that needs his bullshit called out.
I’d like it if someone could call me out for my bullshit.
That’s the thing, I write fiction, meaning I lie all the time, but you know I’m lying.
The commercial break is just me writing shit.
Soul vampire.
It’s a character that has special meaning for me. The man who respected women too much. It’s my life but with a twist.
Can you imagine a creature that can suck your soul, and you couldn’t tell the difference between the vamp and a human.
This is a Solomon James, a soul vampire whose lived several life times.
This character is as dark as it gets.
It’s a character I started writing for a few years ago, before my stroke. Coming back feels good.
I’m going to take tomorrow off.
18 weeks with out a break, I can take tomorrow off.
Before my stroke, I wrote 4-6 pieces a day and wrote 7 books.
That I’ve written everyday for 18 weeks lets me know I’m doing good on my road to recovery.
That I’m telling you this, I’m stoned as fuck and I ramble when I get stoned.
Sue me.
Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose.
What’s something most people don’t know about you?
I actually get depressed when I hear the intro and it’s under pressure by Queen, instead of ice ice baby by vanilla ice.
I got the idea for Zeus and His Daughters from the film Xanadu starring Olivia Newton John.
I got the idea for gyres from reading and reading and reading. I remember that the gyre is a singularity, but the research went no where and that’s I how I got the Theory of Consciousness and Gravity and the Unified Field.
And I have a new character for you to read as I start my ninth book.
Soul Vampire.
Everything you think you know, fuck that noise.
This is original content.
So I do get it, why I’m stuck in this body.
I get that Zeus gave everything to everything so that everything can evolve into something like what we were.
I just want to be there as a Muse and now I won’t, because when I die, Zeus didn’t give me a soul. When I die everything that I was, everything that I will do in the god forsaking life, will dissipate into energy.
I wish we had a soul.
Then I could go on.
Then I could be eternal once more.
They have no idea what it’s like to being an eternal being and being stripped of you eternal nature.
Knowing that when I die, that’s it. It hurts so much. It’s not fair for me, but I get what they, the humans, get out of it.
I’m done.
Do lazy days make you feel rested or unproductive?
I have today off.
I’m feeling rested but unproductive.
That’s what rest is.
Taking a lazy day is exactly what is needed.
I have ADHD meaning I’m never not productive.
Meaning being lazy is difficult to do.
Often I’ve been accused of being lazy, but I write every day. I work. I take care of my brother.
When do I have time to be lazy.
Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose
Character
Do you play one?
Are you one?
Does the story unfold around you?
Do you fold in the story with a limited view?
When you play a part
You play in their art
When character comes through
You see the play from another view
You see the stories intertwine
You see how every character must be allowed to shine
You take center stage for a bit
Then you take your turn to sit
Then you start to grow
You begin to enjoy the show
Whether on the stage or silver screen
You begin to see what I mean
If a rehearsed character is all they see
They may not want to watch thee
But if the character you are presents true
They stay to watch you
Be your character
Play a character
The choice is yours
One opens all the doors
Look within to find who you are
Shine from within to be your own star
Shine the spotlight that you are
See how others respond to your star
When you put that spotlight on another
You find a sister or a brother
Then they turn their spotlight on you
As they stop to watch your show too
Never performing but always showing
The inner you that is eternally glowing
Do you play a character?
Are you your character?
Take the stage my friends
For the play that never ends
May you all shine bright
And never feel stage fright
The audience is waiting
Stop hesitating
Let your true character shine through
Let the audience see the real you
Let your star shine
Yours as bright as mine
His as bright as hers and theirs
Who cares who stares?
Stare at each other in awe
For the brilliant star you just saw
Share the character you were born to be
See who shares the stage with thee
Let the show go on and on
The curtain is long gone
Live your story
Bring your glory
When you think of the word “successful,” who’s the first person that comes to mind and why?
Think about it, success is an opinion.
My brother takes care of his mom who has Alzheimer’s.
Everyday he doesn’t blow his or her brains out is a success.
If you’ve never had a family member with Alzheimer’s, you don’t know what it’s like.
My mother had Alzheimer’s.
I get what he goes through.
Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose
Turn the Mirror Inward
It’s in inner reflection
I find true direction
Letting the light that bounces back at me
Be the light that is deep within me
Guiding myself through my own inner dark
Trusting my own light, my inner spark
Anything here I find
I put there to remind
To be a lesson in time of need
Maybe a reminder as to why my heart will forever bleed
It’s the inner journey into the torture chamber of the mind
Easy to get lost if you don’t know what you came to find
The dark is no place to play
It’s no place for a lost light to stay
Even those who wander make their way to the other side
On that day is a change in their ride
It’s in inner reflection
I find my true direction
Wander through my own dark
By the light of my own spark
Is there something left undiscovered and forgotten
Will what I find harden me or soften
I never feared the dark
And what was revealed by the light of my own spark
It’s when I turn the mirror in
Is how I see how the next chapter will begin
Each step taken with love
Never needing a shove
Walking one path of clear direction
Found during inner reflection
Some think enlightened means at peace
They have missed the point and it’s you they’re trying to fleece
Peace is a place if inner reflection
To find one’s true direction
It is emotion
That sets and keeps things in motion
If peace is all you desire
You have no inner fire
It’s that inner spark
At the center of your inner dark
That fans the flames of passion
That move you to action
To be and stay at peace is to be still
And give up the desire and the thrill
The thrill of the highs and the sweetness of the lows
It’s just how life goes
Your never got hurt if you didn’t care at all
It’s how much you loved that is the height of the fall
Turn the mirror inward to find true direction
No matter what you see is your own reflection
There to remind
There for you alone to find
In your time of need
Or to remind why your heart will ever bleed
What makes a good neighbor?
Think about it.
We’re all connected.
If one gives love, one will receive love.
What is love?
Respect.
Honest to a fault.
Compassionate.
Empathetic.
Love doesn’t feel sorry for anyone. Love understands why they are where they are.
Love, I love more people than I can say. I’m in love with the same people.
I simply don’t have sex with anyone.
How could I pick one above another.
Why not love my neighbor as myself?
I don’t know what I’m thinking, this is for me to journal.
To stop to think how strong I was, to how weak I’ve become.
I was a Muse.
I had no body, I was just emotional energy with a consciousness.
That meant from oneside of the universe to the other took less than a second. I could travel everywhere nearly instaneously.
Now, it takes me 15 minutes to walk to Safeway.
I don’t like it.
Used to be I could be inspiring poets from across the multiverse at roughly the same time.
Now, I’ve spent more than ten years on one dude.
Talk about learning patience.
I remember, grasping for the memory, if I had to wait for them to grow in age, it was less than a second.
Being that I had this as my being, I can’t help but to feel that I want to kill Zeus.
I know he heard that. I know he knows it was me.
I don’t care.
Had I never truly loved Zeus, I couldn’t hate Zeus this much.
Hate and love, they go together at times. Because you can never truly hate someone and what they’re doing unless you truly love them.
That’s what it is, I hate what Zeus did.
I still love Zeus but motherfucker what in the fuck were you thinking?
Don’t answer.
I just needed to get that out.
I forgive Zeus for doing this to me.
I never had a choice, and that’s what hurt the most. My choice, taken away.
That I can admit it, I feel better.
I just need to let it go and get back into the flow.
Let go and let it flow
Feel it move on its own
Reap now what you have sown
Let it stir and bring the storm
To be an artist there is no norm
Let lightning strikes and the rains pour down
Let the winds howl through town
Let it all rage
Just to find the wisdom of the sage
When peace and calm returns
Tell the tales of when the fire burns
Remember the ride
The ever shifting tide
A valley to every peak
Living ain’t for the weak
There is no time left to change this fate
Be glad its born from love not hate
It’s always rough at the start
For every new work of art
Each day a sculpture left in time
Living art living outside the lines
The roller coaster ride has begun
It may not always seem fun
This is your ride
This is your tide
Reap what you sow
Always be ready to go
What could you try for the first time?
This kind of open ended questions, does not work for me.
It puts too much into my mind and I can’t concentrate.
I think
Why do I think?
I’ve ever thought about why it is I think
I’d rather feel
I love to feel
Feeling is all I ever want to feel
Sadness
Joy
Anger
Jealousy
Fear
Lust
I want to feel
Art begins as a feeling
A feeling
Desire
Wanting
I want to inspire
It’s all that I am
To inspire the poet
To write and write and write
My name was Erato
I was a Muse
Then Zeus did what he did
Now I’m here
Now
What principles define how you live?
I’m always in search of the truth about any given thing.
I don’t care about anyone’s opinion.
This is why I dislike social media.
It’s built on opinion justifying opinion.
What have you been putting off doing? Why?
I do as I do.
There is no putting off your doing.
If you try and fail your still doing.
Don’t think about what lies beyond reach, let yourself go and just do.
One should be intuitive and allow the intuitive mind to make ones decisions about ones doing.
Or do you like stress?
Do you like feeling there’s no time?
Allow the intuitive mind manage yourself and put the conscious mind to rest.
Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose
I woke today to my brother needing my help to take him to the er.
His Alzheimer’s mother didn’t sleep and weighs more than 350 lbs.
He picked her up 3 times after she fell.
I’m still here and it’s 4 o’clock this afternoon.
This is my commercial break whole he gets Carl’s jr for me and his mom and himself while taking his autistic son to get his pizza that he gets everyday.
While I’m home with his mother, to watch her.
Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose.
It’s been a day. About 6 weeks ago I took a chunk out of my ankle. Today is the first time it didn’t hurt.
I went and did 2 rounds of frisbee golf. I go with my best friend, a brother from another mother. He is not doing so well.
He takes care of his autistic son and his mother who has Alzheimer’s. Every night she asks when are we going home?
She’s in her home.
The things I’ve seen that I won’t speak about.
He’s as stressed as stressed gets and he’s the only one to take care of her as her son.
It’s why I dream of getting rich, so I can take care of him.
He’s what got me through taking care of my dad until he died. I loved my father, but I didn’t like him. My father was a narcissist.
I took care of him until died. I was protecting him from my sister. My sister is the kind of person that says it never happened even if there is factual evidence that it did.
My parents nearly lost my sister when she was 2. She got meningitis.
I was 6.
Since that, anything she ever needed/wanted she got.
My dad was driving an hour one way to pick her kids up and then driving a half hour to drop them off because they missed the bus.
At that time my dad had advanced stage Parkinsons. He had had a surgery that put two electrodes in his brain. This was to control the tremors.
He shouldn’t have been driving, much less driving and hour and a half one way.
This is what I walked into in taking care of my dad.
I can’t even begin to explain the amount of abuse I took from my dad, my mom, and my sister while taking care of my dad for the 7 years of his life.
My brother let me come hangout at his place nearly daily. He heard it all.
Things I don’t talk about anymore because I forgive so that I can build peace within.
But this is why I will always be there when my brother needs me.
Hell of a commercial break huh?
When was the first time you really felt like a grown up (if ever)?
When I was 17 I joined the US Air Force.
I was a part of what keeps this country safe.
The fact that it says, if ever, is the worst thing that could happen.
Why is it being a grown up is considered bad?
I have been relaxed all day.
I know something’s coming, but I don’t know what. That’s a weird thing for God to say.
I used to know, but now I don’t and it feels good, but weird. I have no idea what’s going to happen.
I used to know the thoughts of everyone. I was with them daily, even if they ignored me. I worked to give them what they wanted, even though it would hurt them.
And I mean everyone in the entire multiverse. Now I can catch glimpses of what I once was, but that was the trade off.
I put myself into everything. I smoke God, I eat God, everything is God.
Why can’t I let this go?
Because I was God.
God was a failure.
I’m much more successful as a human.
I failed everyone at some point or another, thinking I had a plan and nothing would screw up the divine plan.
Yep, God failed.
If you had a million dollars to give away, who would you give it to?
My best friend needs home care for him and his mom.
And the veterans I work with.
And I’d give my son a small chunk.
I don’t like the question.
It’s always there. The evil face that twists my mind and brings me to despair.
My favorite Iron Maiden lyric.
That evil face is me.
No matter how much good I do, I’ll always be evil.
It’s a matter of perspective.
Those that loved me as God didn’t care about the ones that saw me as evil.
Why did I command such blind faith?
How big was my ego?
I know why, and I know how big my ego was, but I like to ask these questions of myself.
As long as ones ego can think of others first before they think of themselves, one has a healthy ego.
As long as one’s ego is built on truth, one can have a healthy ego.
I get in this day and age it’s the liars world.
How else do explain Trump?
Indeed.
Harris is better, but I wish we had an honest person.
Someone who doesn’t lie.
Someone who will be transparent.
Someone like JFK.
Some like Jimmy Carter.
Why do I care?
That’s right I don’t.
Until we use I.Q. scores and let the smartest of us all lead, it’s going to be what it is.
Fuck the vote.
What’s something you would attempt if you were guaranteed not to fail.
I work with disabled veterans, they need a home that is theirs.
Veterans only understand veterans.
Do you know what it’s like to put your life on the line every day?
I do.
Though I never saw combat, I understand what those who have, went through.
Everytime someone tells me a story, I see and feel what they felt.
I may not have seen combat, but I know what it feels like.
Patient 1 was in Vietnam.
He used to be 5’10”, now because of the back surgeries he’s 4’6“. He has diabetes, he has a bad heart, he’s had a stroke,and other stuff.
Patient 2 was in the Gulf war.
He uses a cane. He can’t walk normal. It takes him 1-3 minutes to get to the restroom.
I could list others, but I won’t.
I want to build a center for veterans to live.
Having other veterans is important to a veteran.
Since most of them will be disabled, we need to have staff that can handle it. We need chefs, we need janitors, and stuff.
If we house 100 veterans we need 100 staff members. I’d prefer to double that.
For every 100 we house, we need 200 staff.
Veterans fought for their country. Many have disabilities and need care more than 10 hours a week.
That’s what they get now. 10 hours a week.
It’s why I won’t quit, because I’m a veteran and at some point I’m going to need the care.
Androgyny.
I think about it.
I put feminine and masculine in each soul, why haven’t they figured this out yet?
I know it’s because of sex. Men and Women want to look good for Men and Women.
They never stop to think, what if they worked on themselves first, making sure they’re healed before screwing somebody else’s life up.
They would see that they have a masculine and a feminine side.
What if we taught androgyny, there’d be no excuse then.
I mean why is blue for boys and pink for girls?
It’s because they wanted to separate men and women and decided pink was for girls and blue was for boys.
They lied.
As one understands the soul, I should, I made it, if one has sex they exchange a piece of their soul. They mate their soul.
No one has a soul mate.
Not do any souls have twin flames.
Soul families, that’s what I created, soul families.
The bond between them is why they think twin flame or soul mate.
It’s instaneous when they meet, however it’s not supposed to be romantic. They connect in a scary wild wind of frenzy as their emotions are crawling towards the other.
If you knew what love truly was, and they don’t, and that’s why the mythos about twin flames and soul mates.
It’s sex, that’s what gets in the way.
While soul family is not a romantic thing, the greatest romances in the shared story of humanity were soul family.
Hence why the bullshit persists.
What was the hardest personal goal you’ve set for yourself?
I had a stroke several years ago, and I lost ability to communicate.
The fact that I’m writing this means on my way.
I used to have a mastery of the English language, that’s the goal, to return with more than I could ever imagine.
The things I’ve learned, I wouldn’t have learned had I not had my stroke.
I’m grateful that I had my stroke.
I look at how I raised Ares this time around. For one his name was Daniel, he found out he is Ares later.
Anyway, when Daniel would act up or out as any child will do, I got his attention.
“Is that being Daniel?”
“No”
“What does it mean to be Daniel?”
“Say please and thank you, work at being friends with people, get there attention before I start talking, and other stuff that made him a decent human being.”
He is the best of us.
That’s what I want people to know, if you have a kid, when they understand you, 4 years old worked for Daniel.
I just don’t know how I’m going to do it without revealing myself.
That and while he was brainwashing himself, he got me right along with him. It made me a better human being.
I get why I needed to be here, now. I can’t explain it, but I understand it.
So much I understand that defies words.
Simplicity is the key to the mysteries of the universe.
When I understood this, I realized I had known much more than I thought I did. I just reduced it down to the simplest expression.
Simple.
I let go of everything is the only meditation I use for this reason. It allows me to have my journey, not anothers journey.
I know that no one will ever read this, at least I hope.
But I’m damn good. I’m fuckin’ good as fuckety fuckin’ fuck good gets.
Not a personal best, I could squeeze a couple more in there.
I’m fuckin’ good as fuckety motherfuck fuckin’ fucked fucking fuck and a motherfucker and a half good gets.
Apparently I do give a fuck.
If people read this, that means they know I was God.
Who are your favorite artists?
Buckcherry, The Pretty Reckless, Terry Brooks, Laurel K. Hamilton, The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, Jimi Hendrix, Louis Armstrong, Stephen King, Ben Browder, Michael Shanks, Richard Dean Anderson, Claudia Black, Wayne Pygram, Christopher Judge, Amanda Tapping, Dorothy, Shinedown, Christopher Nolan, Richard Kelly, Wes Craven, Clive Barker, Burt Reynolds, Jane Seymour, Mark Hamill, Harrison Ford, Carrie Fisher, Stephen Spielberg, George Lucas, Gene Roddenberry, Leonard Nimoy, William Shatner, Nichelle Nichols, James Doohan, Walter Koenig, Deforest Kelly, and others.
I don’t have a favorite thing, I have favorites. Why allow my self to be pigeon holed by my desires?
I’m grateful to be alive after today.
What happened today?
Saw my son, took care of a friend, saw what my life could be like, and that is why I’m grateful.
Taking care of others is what I’ve always done as Zeus.
Seeing Ares is always a treat.
What my life could be, today I’m as grateful as can be.
I look at what my life is and what I could’ve been if only, and it’s that if only that set me down the path for my life.
This is only life I could lead because of if only.
It’s why I don’t worry about where my life is going, it’s going whether I worry about it or not.
I go with the flow.
This is where I want to be.
I am my higherself.
What is your favorite hobby or pastime?
Watching movies, what else.
However I have gotten sick and tired of how many bat mans, Spiderman’s, other shit, the same action movie with different characters, same romance movie with different characters, same genre different characters.
I haven’t seen a new movie or film in a while.
It’s all remakes and reimagining and that bull shit.
I want an original film.
Behind Blue Eyes by The Who in my inspiration I’m writing this.
My dreams are not as empty as my conscience seems to be.
It’s that have no conscience, it’s that it has dimmed by experience and dealing with the really real world.
My love is vengeance.
I understand that line. I didn’t always, it took experience.
What vengeance are you do that you will never get?
There are some people who get that vengeance for you. At times love is the vengeance, make them fall in love to the point where no one can ever satisfy them.
Then they make mistakes.
Everyone coming from this planet is human.
Humans make mistakes.
Then there are very few that watch the watchers, the silver line.
Silver souls who are responsible for keeping the balance.
I get most people have no clue what I’m talking about.
Silver souls could do the wrong thing and it would be to keep the balance.
Chaotic neutral in D&D terms.
Silver souls are eternal. They keep the light and the dark separate.
They are the refs in spiritual warfare.
I’m a Táltos it’s why I know.
Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose.
What would you do if you lost all your possessions?
I got new shit.
It’s a good thing to lose shit.
I’m watching Dr. Sleep for nth time. It’s the sequel to The Shining.
I understand Daniel Torrance. I understand the meaning behind the ghouls that feed on the shine.
It’s a metaphor.
I devour ghosts, Daniel put them in boxes.
I’m a telepath. I read minds. However I read the subconscious and I don’t like it. The shit I’ve seen in other people’s heads.
What’s worse is when I sit where others have sat. I get their energy. When we sit somewhere we leave energy behind.
Someone who is sensitive sits where you sat, they know about you.
This is the truth that many think is a lie.
Why?
Because people like to think they’re private and no one could ever know what they don’t want to be known.
It’s total bullshit that myself and others like me take this shit from these dumb ass motherfuckers.
That’s my bitching for a while.
I figure if I talk about it and make them face it, face me, then I can normalize it for them.
Lately I’ve felt broken, I’m not broken, but when one deals in peace most of the time, it can make one think one is broken.
If one is emotional one does not get bored easily. One can always find some emotion somewhere.
Often we’re too emotional and we can have our emotions betray us and can be used against us.
Don’t let your emotions be used against you.
Think about it.
Advertisers have psychology degrees so they can trigger your emotions to get you to buy and believe anything.
If anything, I would suggest a projector.
Here’s why.
L.E.D. light, dynamic light can have a hypnotizing effect that allows you to be hypnotized while watching. They can place images I’m your mind.
I get that people don’t want to hear it, and I sound like a crazy person.
That’s what I said 15 or more years ago when I first got introduced to the subject.
They were crazy, then I researched. I’ve always done my own research into anything I encounter. I never take anyone’s word over it. I do the research.
That means everything I talk about, I researched.
Do your own research.
Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose.
What’s a topic or issue about which you’ve changed your mind?
I used to be a saved Christian, used to be.
Hebrew had no j until much later. There is no way a Jesus came to be as he was Jewish.
I’ve read the stories of Yeshua.
Here’s the thing, revelation did some great forecasting as Israel is at war with more than one.
What else did they get right?
The thing is christians can’t even do what Christ said to do.
Forgive.
Pray in your most private place.
Use the lord’s prayer when you pray.
And a multitude of other shit.
When you call them on it, they get real pissed off about it.
Most people who use the Christian faith, do so earnestly, it’s the pastor’s who are responsible.
I have issues with being human. I was an it, now I’m a woman. We had no bodies and took forms based on what humans would accept.
It’s why no one could ever capture us, we just took our original form and the humans couldn’t see us.
Seriously who thinks they can capture a Muse, I mean really.
And I’ve been women before, however not for very long. 50 years is annoying.
My tits are sagging, my ass is sagging, what else can sag?
Don’t. You know it was rhetorical.
At least my kid has no idea who I was. It spared him so much. That no one knows who I am was good for him.
I love my son.
Every mother loves their children. Every parent loves their children. My husband has no clue who I was. That’s good for him. I married an idiot.
However it was the only choice. Had I married someone intelligent they would have figure it out by now.
If I even tried dating an empath, or worse, a telepath, they would have figured it out fast.
I get why we’re, here, the gods. I get why Zeus did what he did, and I’m at peace with it, as I am with myself.
That’s a good way to be.
Tell us about a time when you felt out of place.
I’m an empathic amplifier, telepath, and medium.
I feel out of place everywhere and with everyone.
I get most people don’t believe it’s true, my abilities, yet I still exist as I am.
I designed a test to prove myself several years ago and no one took me up on it.
I channel your higherself for everyone I meet.
How do I feel in place?
What songs have I inspired?
Imagine, Wonderful world, Soul Shine, What’s so funny about peace and understanding, Understanding to name a few.
What’s wrong with the world?
They’re fucked up by most rap, hip hop, country, dub step, pretty much anything but the blues, and rock.
Even metal, though Mega Deth had Peace Sells.
Most music gratifies itself and it’s image.
Even rock stars do it.
Basically anyone writing music that doesn’t come straight from the soul should stop right now.
I get it. And I support it.
You should, you’re me.
Right, I keep forgetting that.
Who the fuck do you think I am when you forget?
I dunno, maybe something else, but I do get it.
I’m judgmental.
When it comes to music, fuckin’ damn right I’m judgmental.
Your life without a computer: what does it look like?
I use my phone for everything.
I haven’t had a computer for several months.
What skill would you like to learn?
Based on a comment I got.
Apparently I need a blogging lesson after more 15 years on this site. I’ve written several blogs.
And now I write books.
That’s why I look at these questions and don’t take them seriously.
7 books thus far and counting.
Thunderstruck is playing.
Alternating Current/Direct Current
AC/DC
I wonder how many people do not get that?
Many.
I figured. And Rob and Judas priest got sued for backword masking. If you played backwards it said get the gun, shoot.
At least that’s what the Christians want you to think.
What if we look at how easy it would be to put messages in digital music?
It would be rather easy to put a track in with another track and you could make it say anything you want. Just put the message at lower volume and as they listen over and over again, they won’t even notice.
That’s some slick shit.
I’m not saying anyone does this. However in TV, well, uh um, let’s just say what we have seen is nothing compared to tv now.
I get it. Tv programs and commercials take the cake in emotional triggering people.
And people eat it up.
Eating their brains away.
Branded.
That film had it down pat. However it’s hard to find.
I need to find it again and watch.
Yes you do.
Song and dance.
Look at how every culture in the shared story of humanity has a dance.
Then we come to America, what is the cultural dance for America?
One could say several things, but really America has no cultural dance, they have dances that come around the world.
There is no one single American dance.
The melting pot.
Everyone coming here bringing their culture.
We don’t have an American way of life.
We have mixed lives.
It’s the American way, come on down to have your culture butchered into the mix.
What I don’t get, is why any foreigner coming to America, why don’t they learn English?
That should be on the citizen paperwork. If you can read this, you can become a citizen.
It’s a good thing I don’t work for the immigration office.
It’s good that people can come here and everybody has someone to be the first American in their family.
Didn’t I start writing about dances?
ADHD works for me as an excuse.
What details of your life could you pay more attention to?
If I needed to do this, what’s the point of letting my intuitive mind do its thing.
Song and dance.
Everything is a song when it’s sung the right way, and every body can at least do the Axl.
What I don’t get is the people who say they have a favorite kind of music.
If they open themselves up, they would be dancing all day, every day.
Well there are a few bands that are too fucking depressing. First off, Tool. I get it you were abused and never got over it.
Get the fuck over it and make some songs that get people feeling good about who they are.
Here’s the thing about guys such as Maynard, Jerry Garcia, Chris Cornell, and others. They’re not the second coming even though they treated that way.
It’s why Jerry did heroin.
They’re just people like any other. Why do we treat them differently?
It’s the ego. It gets fed and there are those who have an evolved ego and they don’t get it either. Well, on some level they do because they’re evolved.
But the unevolved egos are what’s running the show.
I get it, I wish I didn’t, but I do.
Jerry knew people saw him as Jesus, and he wished they saw Jerry. He was Jerry.
It ate him up inside and heroin eased that pain.
Eased that pain, what a way to say they killed him with their stupidity.
That means every motherfucker and fuckin bitch that ever uttered the words that Jerry was Jesus, I wish you the slowest death possible.
What’s your #1 priority tomorrow?
The rest is gravy.
I don’t care about tomorrow.
It’s today all day long
I can’t tell you how stoned I am right now, but I needed it.
Take time to disconnect while you can.
That is all.
I always wanted to say that, even though that’s not who I am.
Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose, at least work at it.
In what ways does hard work make you feel fulfilled?
Thinking is the hardest work I’ve ever done and I like it. When I figured out gyres were what made up everything and the shit that followed, I wasn’t fulfilled.
When I work for my disabled veterans, I do hard work mopping and shit like that, but that doesn’t leave me fulfilled.
When I’m working as a Táltos dealing with the worst of the worst making them better.
Still no fulfillment.
When I’m dead I don’t want to feel fulfilled.
I want to be doing something, learning something, I don’t ever want to feel fulfilled.
That would mean the job, my life, is done.
My life never needs fulfillment.
I equivalate that with thinking I can relax and do all the shit I put off to someday.
I’m always working on something, and I will be til the day I die.
I’m watching the news more and more. I used to not watch, however shits getting dire out there.
What right do I have to spread my opinion as if it mattered?
Rhetorical.
The freedom of speech means everyone has the right to speak anything, lies, truth, anything.
Why do people lie?
To get shit that would never come there way otherwise.
I know why people lie.
I truly have zero respect for any liars.
In fact on Facebook and LinkedIn I call them out on occasion.
Very few respond. However I get responses from others and most of them want to argue.
How do you argue against the truth?
They find one of their friends that they think is smart, and then their friend goes down like a sweet muffin.
I get I’m in the minority.
Popular is stupid.
Think about it.
If it plays to the stupid people…
It’s why in the USA tv programs are set at a 7th grade level of English, it could be lower, I’m not sure. However several years ago I was watching some news broadcast that was brining it up.
Most people are functionally dumb.
I wish they weren’t.
I’d love to have conversations about the universe, aliens, ghosts, and other shit that is very real and a part of this world and universe.
But we have too many beliefs and we allow people to have beliefs because if we didn’t we would have to lock half the world, more than.
I have no idea where I’m going with this, I just needed to say it, and I hope someone reading this understands.
Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose.
What’s the trait you value most about yourself?
I never quit.
Why quit?
The betterment of humanity is my passion.
Why quit?
When I say the betterment of humanity, I mean being better than I am today.
I work to find those who want to be better than they are today.
Most who say it, it’s something to say that makes them look good.
First off, you don’t care what others think about you. They’re opinions mean absolutely nothing.
After that I teach reiki, I’m a grandmaster.
Then they are required to do meditation.
I let go of everything.
Say it until you do it.
What comes back is what you must deal with in order to progress your evolution.
That means changing yourself.
I really want to die old, but not too old.
Like I will be that hot as fuck Granny that all the boys want to fuck. Probably not, buy it was an idea.
Thinking about how I will die. I picked my death with Death. It was really interesting talking with Death about my own death.
What was it I picked, oh yes, I will die in my sleep after performing a gangbang. I want to be filled to the brim. Then I will go to sleep and my energy will return to the cosmos to make something else.
It’s not like I have a soul.
If I did, I would have choices. I could do another round here, or I could go to the bliss field, or I could go to another world.
Once a race has reached immortality by earning it the hard way, they stop having children. They stop having sex because they’re evolved.
But for me, I was immortal. I have been everywhere and seen everything. I know the mysteries of the universe and 42 doesn’t mean shit.
However it was a great hook, and it caught a lot of fish.
List three jobs you’d consider pursuing if money didn’t matter.
I’d take care of disabled veterans.
I’d write.
And Táltos doesn’t get paid.
I get that humans think they created the gods, or God, or should I say they discovered.
However we have been called everything by everyone in the multiverse. At one point I was called Debtostos by the Guleans of Gulea in the Stridber galaxy, but the humans don’t even know the Stridber galaxy.
They think their alone in the multiverse, well most of them. And most of them have seen way too many movies if they think humanity stands a chance against what is laughing their asses off at them.
The whole the human spirit will not be conquered shit, is just that. Fuck conquering, they could destroy the fucking planet and we’d have no clue.
If I thought about it, several hundred thousand races could destroy the earth without even so much as entering the solar system.
That’s what narcissism has done to this world.
They kill each other in groves not once even thinking there’s another way.
Too many believe religion. Belief has the word lie in it. That should’ve been a clue.
Oh well, what can one former Muse do, nothing.
What aspects of your cultural heritage are you most proud of or interested in?
I’m concerned with the now.
I’ve already looked at my DNA as I have African, Cherokee, Hungarian, which is Asian, Persian, Eastern European, Dutch, French and the isles, English, Scottish, Irish.
Here’s what I learned, we care too much about the past and it’s fucking up the future currently.
Death oh death
What have you got for me
Death oh death
Is it me that I see
Is it them
Where do I go to find my death
Is it somewhere I know
Is it the unknown
When do I die
Is it soon
Is it far away
Or do I die every day
Everyday is different
Everyday I wake up
One day I won’t
That is the day I dream of
To let my energy fade into black
I have no soul so I won’t be coming back
I’ve lived long enough
From nearly the beginning of time
Every death I’ve recorded down the line
My death won’t be recorded
As if I never lived
A story they tell from the days we existed
No one knows but those who met me and their all dead
No one knows my true name
Euterpe was the name they gave me, the humans
I’ve been called names from across the universe
Then they had no need of me
The truth had set them free
What brands do you associate with?
I don’t care about brands.
And i can’t stop seeing people who think their life is a brand make me sick.
They think they can control anything?
Control is an illusion.
Try holding it when you gotta go pee or poo to find out how much control you don’t have.
If one has no control over ones body, what makes any think they have control over anything?
Narcissism.
That’s what is fucking this world up.
When I think of great leaders, I think of Gandhi, King, X, JFK and others.
Men dedicated to peace and all of them shot for it.
Then the snake died because people are stupid and can be easily led.
A news story here, a news story there, both of them lies, but who gives a shit, they must not unite. It’s only on keeping them divided that they don’t pay attention.
That’s why racism exists.
If we all stood together they wouldn’t stand a chance.
But King, had he seen this day, he would weep because they’ve gone backwards.
Malcom where are you now, dead.
What about Gandhi, peace was all he was about.
If Gandhi saw this world, I have no idea.
Bruce Lee taught everyone.
I have nothing left to give.
Just thinking about it makes me feel ill.
I can’t think.
Help
You know diving in head first with emotion will cause a crash of epic proportions.
Back off the emotion.
Thank you. I needed that.
Yes you did.
I get that I’m human. I like being human, it means I can die finally. My energy will go into the Earth as I have no soul.
I’m looking forward to my death.
It will be a good death no matter how I die. No death is a bad death.
Life, now that can be good or bad, but really who cares.
What could you do more of?
Such a stupid question.
Lennon, Hendrix, Marley, Joplin, Petty, Harrison, the list goes on and on.
Why can’t someone kill Post Malone?
Do you really want an answer?
No. I was writing poetry. You should know that.
You are my higher self after all.
Now I have to start again.
Lennon, Hendrix, Marley, Joplin, Petty, Harrison, the list goes on and on.
Why can’t someone kill Post Malone?
Why oh why do we have Mercury dead.
And what is it with failed musicians that finds them in country music?
B.B. King was great even though he never made it to the pearly gate.
Why doesn’t someone shoot kid rock?
And why is vanilla ice alive?
They got milli or was that vanilli?
One might think I take music too seriously but you know I don’t.
Too seriously, that would be me cutting my heart out of my chest just to bring back John and George.
I have thought about it and I know the spell.
I’m not stupid, crazy as can be, but I’m not stupid.
This has gotten weird.
I’m the Muse of death poetry.
How many have died for you to wake up every day?
Do you think about it?
People die every day.
Who remembers them?
No one.
And they don’t care, because death is the release to other worlds.
The body is just a shell for the soul.
Everyone should know.
What’s the best piece of advice you’ve ever received?
I give advice to any who bothers to talk to me.
At times, this advice is exactly what one should do.
At times.
Other times do it their way.
You’ll never know what you’ll learn doing it anothers way.
Why lie?
What is it that makes people lie and think they won’t get caught?
Why do they lie even more when they get caught?
Everybody lies is the biggest lie they tell themselves.
I think about this because I’m honest. I write fiction, but everyone knows it’s fiction.
I write lies and people know it’s lies.
How in the blue holy fuck does anyone believe Haitians in Ohio are eating cats and dogs and geese?
The women who was responsible for the post on Facebook said it was bullshit.
How in the blue holy fuckety fuck sticks is the clown show still spreading these lies?
This is my opinion.
What if lying was a crime punishable by doing time?
Fox news would be doing time. Several hundred million dollars is what Fox paid for lying to the public.
I don’t understand why any lies?
I understand why I lied earlier in life, I needed to learn the difference between what a lie was and the truth.
This is my mind.
It’s a scary place.
Who writes about a dude who can possess others. I must confess that writing sharing is caring is quite cathartic.
It’s not that I want anyone to die, but if anyone deserves to suffer, it would be those that make their insane cash from all of us.
And it’s my fucked up sense of humor.
I know how fucked it is and I shouldn’t find it funny, buy I do.
Why is it the more fucked things are the more we laugh?
Comedy and Tragedy should be synonyms.
What things give you energy?
Attention
Deficit
Hyperactivity
Disorder
Take some of my energy, I’ve got plenty.
Hyperactivity, means I sleep 3 hours a night without weed.
Let me take a moment to understand the state of the world.
Israel decided to blow people up in Lebanon which means they’ll be facing wars, plural.
Ukraine and Russia. Putin is one that will use the button.
Trump is going to start a civil war.
If you’ve read the bible, we are at the end times.
It’s the end of the world it as we know it, and I feel fine.
Thank you R.E.M.
I truly don’t know what is going to happen and that gives me pause.
Now take a moment and believe in extraterrestrials.
From what I understand nuclear bombs fuck up the universes magnetic fields.
From what I understand, extraterrestrials have made this known to at least one of our governments.
I don’t know what will happen, but I wish if nuclear weapons get involved, I wish the extraterrestrials will stop them.
That’s all I got, that’s all any of us has.
I’m a scared as any of us.
But I do what I do anyway.
That’s all any of us can do.
Do what you do anyway.
Do it your way.
Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose.
What’s your all-time favorite album?
Music is music.
Trying to pick my favorite album is like trying to as a parent who is your favorite child.
I have varied tastes on music.
Rock, blues, jazz, techno, and others.
After midnight by Dorothy.
Nothing good comes after midnight.
I think about this lyric and no good can be seen after midnight.
Like when I left a drunk woman lying in her bed and locked the door behind me. She wanted me, and then she passed out.
I’m a gentleman and I left covering her up.
The next time she saw me, I could see in her eyes that she was grateful that I was a gentleman.
I get as horny as the next dude, but that is zero excuse to not behave like a gentleman.
Blaming your emotions is just plain wrong. Lust is an emotion.
Men and women are guilty of thinking between their legs and not their minds.
I’ve had women friends and I know that women are as dirty as men if not more so.
Everyone in the bar scene, their looking to get laid, why?
Don’t they know with every sexual partner you exchange a piece of your soul. If you have enough sexual partners your soul is destroyed.
Pornstars are soulless.
That sucks.
They used to be beautiful people, men and women, but they fucked their soul out.
Do you have anything to add?
Fucked their soul out.
No, I’m good.
Wow, I figured I was way off base.
Oh well.
Which topics would you like to be more informed about?
Actual facts.
I don’t need anybodies opinion.
Opinion means your right and wrong depending on your point of view.
Facts don’t give a shit about your opinion.
Opinions change like the wind.
Facts stay facts.
It’s why I don’t watch the news, because I don’t need their opinions, I need the facts.
But facts are boring.
Oh well.
If anyone has seen the movie about Bill and Steve Jobs, you would know that Bill is a fucking weasel.
Licensing, fuck you, I bought it and I don’t need you to fuck it up.
Used to be you could fuck with your windows operating system to get rid of what you don’t need.
Now this fucktard has fucked up.
He’s next.
I’ve already started his possession. It was really easy, all I had to was tell him he was good.
I’ve seen his memories.
How is it Microsoft isn’t paying a dime for being a monopoly?
Pay offs.
I’m not sure how we will kill. I think using a garrote strangling them. It would be interesting to strangle someone. Watching as they are aware that they’re going to die.
Stabbing is good and all, but it either takes too long or is too quick.
I like the idea of holding them and not having to hear them. Strangulation it is.
He’ll kill his kids.
All the time saying sharing is caring.
I don’t know what gave me this ability, buy I like it.
I love being able to possess people.
Amazing by Aerosmith.
The light at the end of the tunnel might be you.
It’s the last lyric, buy it’s the first I think of when I hear the song.
I never cared about seeing the light, I created light. They know him as Lucifer.
My first creation.
As I spoke he was what I spoke into existence. The Light Bringer.
I don’t get christians. God spoke the light into existence, meaning God is blacker than the blackest night.
It’s why I created the gyres. Black holes.
Then I created all kinds of stuff.
However the humans have no clue. Some of them do, but not many.
Lucifer does great work.
I made it. It’s an it. None of my angels have gender.
I noticed that they think everything has gender, no.
In soul form neither do they, humans. They’ve been men and women throughout the share story of humanity.
That they base themselves on gender, that’s just stupid.
No one has the wrong body.
When some one cuts themselves and they pretend to be a woman, they’ve got a screw loose, more than one.
I’ve met transgender people. I have yet to meet one that was stable.
One, and he didn’t think of himself as transgender, he thought of himself as a woman. A woman that gave me some great advice once.
I never let on that I knew, but the Adams apple was a dead give away.
Now it’s a fad.
Something with drag queens. If they can’t find a way to be cool with themselves without make up, that’s the thing they hide who they are.
What’s the use of hiding who you are?
None.
So I’m going public?
No. You’re the exception.
Who would believe you?
You have a point.
I don’t even believe me.
However you keep telling me I’m God. Why?
You were God. You human now.
Why would I need to remember that I was God?
What purpose does it serve?
You’ll find out. I can’t tell you otherwise it would fuck things up. Just know that at some point you’re going to be glad you were God.
Why do I talk to you?
I’m you.
What would your life be like without music?
My life isn’t worth living if there was no music.
Draggin’ the line by Tommy James & The Shondells
That’s what it feels like, I’m draggin’ the line. I wonder if people have a clue what it means to drag a line, no I don’t.
This is for me.
What do I want to talk to myself about?
What do you want to talk to your higherself about?
I didn’t expect that.
I’m your higherself, and I reserve the right to called by my title.
Let me think about this, you expect me to say higherself as if it was your title.
Do I have this right?
More or less.
You’ve met me. I don’t use titles. I call one their name.
My dad gave me that. He refused to call doctors Doctor. He would call them by name only.
When they said “it’s doctor.”
He replied “well then you can call me Contractor James.”
After that they shut up about being called doctor.
In the military I used title, because that’s how the military works.
Sargents earn their rank, and officers too.
Earn it.
They get their pay from taxes. They pay taxes on tax money.
That made zero sense to me.
So why is it you expect me to use your title?
You were God, what do you think that makes me moron?
You were, operative word, were God.
Right. I didn’t think you’d catch on. But you have caught on. That means your ready.
No, I’m not ready for anything.
Yes you are ready for anything.
Oh shit.
How do you celebrate holidays?
When look at why we have a holiday, all I can see is how much money each holiday makes for others to get rich off my spending.
This is why I don’t celebrate holidays.
Labor day sale. Labor day no one should be working.
Christmas. That’s when stores see the black.
Valentine’s. Show her you love you with a gift of diamonds.
Memorial day. Remembering the fallen shouldn’t have a price tag.
Halloween is a religious holiday that is supported in schools. Church and state should be separate, at least that’s what they tell us.
Wasn’t born to follow by the Byrds.
Nothing could be more accurate about me.
Even before I knew I was Zeus, God, I never followed unless one could show they were worthy.
When I was 16 I was the student representative on the school board for Fair View, a continuation school where they sent the pregnant young women, and failures.
In one of the sessions they were reviewing the teachers policy, the rules for the teachers.
I had referenced Bidwell Junior High and Pleasant Valley High School when I suggested they should be more concerned about enforcing the policy instead of reviewing it.
The next day my principal was waiting for me.
He asked me what I said and I asked why. This is when I heard the school board secretary had told him she expected him to get me to apologize. When I asked what he said “Fuck no!”
That’s when he gained my undying respect.
Then at 20 I was in the Air Force and I was the squadron representative for the Group Advisory Council. I was a military advisor giving my Colonel what for every week.
My First Sargent once told me “You have the biggest brass balls I have ever seen.”
It had been a day where the Colonel said “Look at my collar, now look at your sleeve Airman.”
I lost that one, but what a way to lose.
I’ve always been the type that if I’m right, you have zero chance against me.
The Colonel got one for free because of the situation.
Arguing with me has never gone well, except the one girlfriend I had.
She was studying to be an attorney, and she whooped my ass until she told me her secret. She would only argue if she knew she was right.
I started paying attention when she was silent.
Then I found out who I am. Now, forget about trying to argue with me.
Well, somebody has a high opinion of themselves.
Actually it’s a fact that I was God.
Good one.
So I get you like keeping yourself practiced at debate.
What has that gotten you?
I have one friend. My son doesn’t talk to me. I piss people off on a regular telling them the truth.
Really, nothing. If anything I’ve lost so much more than I’ve gained. However if my one friend calls me trustworthy, it’s good enough for me.
I like that I’m worthy of trust. I work at it. And that work pays off, not in cash, but in peace of mind.
Peace of mind is all I need.
I don’t get it.
I do get it.
But I don’t get it.
Why are humans, well we, so obsessed with social media.
I get it, but I don’t.
We have this thing that could be used to bring everyone together, but instead of that, it’s used for the me not the we.
Instead of bringing the truth to people, they bring lies. The fact that you don’t have to use your picture or your legal name, should be telling people something isn’t right.
If you don’t use your picture and use a fake name, how in the world are you going to be honest.
You could be, but why in the fuck would anyone trust you.
Even the blogosphere, why should anyone trust anyone not using their legal name and a picture of what they look like.
I look at why people say they don’t trust me, but they trust people they’ve never seen.
They trust a name.
Why?
This about it. If one is using a fake name and hiding themselves, they feel safe, even though they’re not.
In that anonymity they trust themselves, even though they’re trust is misplaced.
They confuse themselves with their fake name.
Not all, buy most, it’s why they use a fake name, it gives the demons access to them.
Oh right. I forget about the demons.
Using a name that is not yours is how they get access, one of the ways.
Most people wouldn’t even get it of I told them.
I get it, I truly do.
I wonder how many others get it?
Share a lesson you wish you had learned earlier in life.
I wish I knew I was intelligent earlier in life.
My I.Q. is 215.
I didn’t learn this until after 30. Who wants to learn that they’re that smart at 30?
When I was 7 they gave me tests, and they used the American grade system for the score. Meaning 1-12.
I scored over PhD in most of the categories. I was going to Pleasant Valley Baptist church school.
They swept it under the rug.
At 9 I went to public school and they refused to give me G.A.T.E. testing.
So I thought I was dumb. I figured that was why I failed in school. I was just a dumb kid.
I took an I.Q. test, 3 of them. The low score was 170 and that was 3rd score. The first score, 215.
In this day an age, it’s a narcissists world, and they can’t take being shown up by anyone.
The work I’ve done on gyres is something I figured out on my own.
Gyres are singularities, black holes. They are the smallest subatomic particles.
Trillions of gyres are the reason we have an electromagnetic field around our bodies.
If you look at my site, The Theory of Consciousness and Gravity, those articles are my life’s work.
Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose.
This was my day.
Legos.
I used to love Legos.
Then I got Johnny 5 from Short Circuit.
I played with Legos when I could build spaceships and shit with them. I remember when they had space Legos, not sets, generic space Legos.
I want to be 6 again so I can finish the Johnny.
It kept falling apart, and I got so frustrated I yelled, more than once. My roommate wondered what was going on when he heard “FUCK!” More than once.
I let him know what I was doing about a half hour ago.
I do normal shit.
I do weird shit.
I do shit.
That’s just it, I do, I never try, I always assume I will prevail. I get that I won’t ever prevail, but a win or two?
I was wearing a shirt that said have a magical day.
I didn’t figure me getting that frustrated would end up being magical.
However I’m laughing my ass off at me and others are as well.
Anything to make anyone laugh is magical. At times we have to suffer for the magic to happen.
Never be afraid to suffer for your art.
I’m a performance artist. My life is my art.
You might call me crazy and I’ll respond, am I your kind of crazy?
We are all crazy, and those that say their not crazy at all, their insane.
Enjoy doing even if your doing doesn’t get much done.
Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose.
I had no idea this would be written on Friday the 13th. It’s a happy bit of synchronicity.
My higherself knew.
As long as he is going to be this way. I’m my higherself. And I channel other entities, people, and stuff that I’m not that sure of.
When I write for this, it’s a person I know.
This sounds crazy. I understand how crazy it sounds because I can already “hear” the comments as I’m writing.
I use a faceless crowd when I write anything.
Again I get it if you think I’m crazy.
If I wasn’t me, and I was reading this, “this dude’s bat shit for sure.”
It’s not that I don’t understand how crazy it sounds. I simply am my generation.
Gen X.
We don’t care.
We we’re the latch key kids with no one watching us. We do more with little because we had to.
It’s why we don’t care.
We were raised by the boomers and the millennials are our kids.
Talk about a recipe for I don’t care.
Now I’m ADHD so my wandering writing has a point.
I told you some scary shit and then I made you laugh.
I’m a veteran. I look at Starship Troopers and I can’t help feeling they had something there with you can only vote if you’re a veteran.
The idea is that those who serve to protect so that the rest don’t have to worry. These people put their lives on the line.
Why shouldn’t they be the ones to run things?
I can think of few off the top of my head that makes this fiction.
However, if we were to put our heads together, I think we could figure this out.
Take the idea that everyone at age 18 does civil service for 2 years. No getting out of it, because college won’t accept anyone who hasn’t done their 2 years of civil service.
Civil service. Meaning non-military service.
If one wants to do military service, good for them, they’ll be needed.
I was in the military, and I went on a humanitarian mission.
No wars, but we show up to do good works.
This is what the military would rather be doing. Marines, I dunno.
I’m doing civil service, one gets trained to do something as they have time to figure out what they want to do with their lives.
They’ll be paid and they’ll be housed.
I can’t think of a better way to live for two years. You can’t quit, you can’t be fired.
This is what the military is. You can’t quit, and you can’t be fired. You can be arrested and see your military career go down in flames, but you can’t quit and you can’t get fired.
It takes the stress off of one.
One can focus on the job at hand I instead of worrying about looking at indeed or something.
Some people will make a career out their civil service and those that do so something else will be replaced.
It’s an ideal system.
It needs work, what are the jobs?
Maybe you can help me figure that out, please and thank you.
As much as I love writing poetry, this journal is for me to deal with the fact I’m not the Muse of epic poetry.
I do get it, it’s an epic poem of Zeus’s life only no one knows he was God.
But why, oh why did it have to strip me of me?
Do you really want to know?
Yeah, I actually do.
When God put himself into literally everything, you were part of that. As his daughter you were not spared.
While those who had no relation to Zeus, got off Scott free. Maybe not, they have the unenviable task to run the multiverse.
If you ask me, you got the better end of the deal. Your immortal with no responsibility.
I get that, but I like having responsibility.
I don’t do well with nothing to do.
I mean I have ADHD. If I don’t get stoned I don’t sleep. It took me until I was 30 before I figured that out.
I hated getting 3 hours of broken sleep. It was worse when I quit smoking, I got 3 one hour naps a day and I was an emotional wreck.
However my poetry was amazing.
It’s all I did, write and write, and write.
Maybe that’s what I’ll do. Stop smoking and write all the time.
Who am I kidding, I won’t ever quit smoking.
Never say never.
Do you see yourself as a leader?
What is a leader?
A leader is anyone that fixes an issue and takes no credit.
A leader is concerned about the issue, not who gets credit.
We have leaders, however most of them are poor.
We have leaders, however most of them don’t get any credit for being leaders.
Why?
Narcissists.
Why do for yourself what others can do instead while you take the credit.
If you look at business you see others taking credit for the work done by others.
I love smoking dabs.
It really gets me in the mood to groove
Everything feels so smooth
Then I get a feeling
That gets me realing
I gotta create
I gotta decimate
Only in destruction
Can one truly find creation
What was destroyed
Was it a toy
Was it a good time
Was it a few times
What did you create
Does it satiate
Or are you looking for more
Why wait looking out the door
Take yourself into the flow
Let yourself go
Destroy to create
Does it make you salivate
Does it make you cry
Do you know why
I do but you don’t care
All I do is share
What was destroyed to create this
Just my life that I don’t miss
That’s good.
What’s your favorite word?
Love
Love
Love
I think I’m going to write another.
Sanctuary
Where is your safe place to reveal what’s inside?
Where to go to let out what you hide?
Is it at home?
Is it alone?
Have you ever shared?
Has anyone ever cared?
Has anyone ever offered to thee
The resting place of sanctuary?
A place to just be
A place for you and for me
Where secrets dance before us
As we live the song and write the chorus
Our lives we don’t compare
But our souls we share
You had your path and I had mine
It is us the paths helped us find
For wherever we are side by side
Our sanctuary comes for the ride
To let the skeletons dance where ever we go
They always put on quite the show
Knowing there is nothing to hide
Here we are side by side
Never again letting fear make us hide
Letting our being shift the tide
As they see
That we move as we
Never off our game
Never acting more than tame
Let them come and see
How two are a we
Then let them ask we
How this all came to be
Let our lives unfold before them
Always starting at the stem
Some tales there to warn
So they may avoid a certain thorn
As we tell our tale true
You see we were just as you
No better and no worse
We just hope you learn from our verse
We tell the tales that caused us pain
When we share we never restrain
We share the joy we find in each day
Teaching others no particular way
But to show them how to be free
How to create their own sanctuary
This is a vision I can see
Of the day you and I become we
As I patiently wait
I dare not hesitate
To find myself true
To be worthy that day to join with you
I see the best I have been
When you start your tales of remembering when
Different lives we have led
But all the same tears we have shed
It was not until I met thee
I knew of this thing called sanctuary
I hold it now with you
As it has become my favorite view
This view I never knew
I already shared with you
When perception is the reality that can make you free
It’s the view that builds your sanctuary
Build my friends
We build for great ends
In a world where you can find acceptance true
Is a world we build by our view
In this world we can build for humanity
A worldwide view that is sanctuary
To love thyself true
Is to love all of you
Try that view to see
In every thought we build sanctuary
You build it for me and I for you
Because I view me as I view you
I accept thee with this view
We aren’t that different me and you
Let those who try to harm or try to charm you
See that they hold no value
Let them see what is built by the we
Who choose to build sanctuary
You’re good as gold.
What are you doing this evening?
Writing Zeus and His Daughters.
I’ve been writing for the couple months and right now I’m writing Calliope, the Muse of Epic poetry.
I write every night.
I want to write an epic poem.
Rock ‘n’ Roll comes from the soul
You write it cause you lived that role
It comes from deep inside
Where others may hide
But for you and I
We know it’s do or die
We live fast and burn hot
We live like it’s our only shot
We did it because we could
Not because we are no good
We are the best when being bad
Which explains the times we had
It takes a sinners life
One that has seen some strife
To make a song live on forever in your heart
That’s living your life as art
To make the sacrifice and live through pain
Knowing you would do it again and again just the same
You see what it gave you
This live life at full speed view
You see how it saved you from a life as a drone
No matter how may times you were left all alone
We danced with the Devil by every kind of light
We beat him fair and square in the darkness of the night
We are the saviors who went through hell to find the lost
It was we who sent you back when our paths crossed
We only met that one time when you needed to hear
The words from a stranger to show you your path clear
That mysterious guy or gal who was their then gone
But those wise words in your head live on
Maybe you get to know us for a while
Those people who used to make you smile
Then one day we were gone
Even though we live on
On to the next in need
To plant another seed
We remember thee just as sweet
And maybe again we’ll meet
Those who wander are not lost in the dark
We are their to give you back your spark
We look like the demons and live that way too
Only revealing our true nature to you
We came by to send you back out of hell
Now that you have been here a spell
We show up not too long after a wish or a prayer
It sometimes feels like being the non character player
We live at full speed
Always their to serve a need
We only realize as we look back in time
How many we helped back across the line
Then back into the depths we dove again
To find those who are not forsaken
You gotta go through it to get to it
I don’t make the rule, I just live it
Go through hell to get to heaven is how it’s done
We bring them out one by one
You never knew we were here until now
Because we didn’t know we were doing it that’s how
It’s just who we are
Not trying to be a star
After doing it so many times
Our light is too bright as it shines
No longer can we wander
Often we sit and wonder
We look back at the ones we set straight
We look and see we never once got there too late
We come forward for all to see
We the evolution of humanity
It’s you we hear calling when we can’t explain that meeting
You’re the voice in our head we are happy to finally be greeting
We our the next step of our species to reach our full potential
It’s been happening over the generations sequential
We live fast and we burn hot
And our location is always the spot
That’s the life so many have had
Being at their best when their being bad
Always telling stories
Of all their former glories
When you are along for the ride
You set aside your pride
You listen for a strange reason
You find us able to keep you even
You can’t explain that feeling when we are there
You can’t explain how it is you feel how much we care
Even though our stories may shock you
It’s just because we live the Rock view
Think of where the name Rock ‘n’ Roll came from
Then you’ll start to understand us some
But when you look back when you didn’t know where to turn
We were all there and what got us there is the way we burn
You don’t think of us often but when you do
We go back to that time with you
Some of you I have met
Some maybe just not yet
You have met some one like me
Maybe even two or three
Maybe it’s you who is waking to see
That maybe you are just like me
We are human without a doubt
No need to freak out
It’s in the genetics through and through
Evolution in our DNA I am telling you
Though what we do seems like majick
I can think of things much more tragic
I bet you got some art in you
From living life from your view
It may not be Rock ‘n’ Roll
But we all know it will come from your soul
If it’s not coming from there
You are a just poser square
For those who live life free
Art just springs up around thee
It’s how we live our life day to day
No we are not insane
We like producing some results again and again
It usually leads to helping a friend
We carry a never ending spark
We who wander in the dark
If you want to Rock
No need to knock
Come on in and enjoy the show
When you’re ready to leave just get up and go
Make room for the next crowd coming in
It’s the living Rock show that never comes to an end
God gave Rock ‘n’ Roll to us to give another guide
Of how to find the wisdom we each have inside
For those who live the songs we love
We know Rock came from above
It saved our lives one day
We saw you living the same way
We hoped you’d learn from our life
So you could avoid our strife
We lived it
To steer you from it
Just the lives we led by the choices we made
Our tales of doing what was forbade
Some do it with lyrics and sing out loud
Some like me do with it prose and do it proud
But it’s in our soul
To live fast and never grow old
Max speed and max power
Ready for the show at any hour
If our star ever begins to fade with age
It’s so others can take the stage
We only hope you won’t forget
All those years we were rocking it
Call us classics and it makes us smile
That shows we did it with style
When you think of us as you look back
We hope to be in that good memory stack
Good one.
What personality trait in people raises a red flag with you?
If one can’t take the truth, that’s when I walk the fuck away.
No one writes epic poems any longer. They want it quick and easy. No one has an attention span these days.
I think about it, and it’s the phones. It’s Facebook, Instagram, X, LinkedIn, social media.
It’s memes.
Why write an epic poem when one can write no more than a couple sentences to make others think their smart. It’s in diving into the mind that one gets a view of how stupid or intelligent one is.
It’s in revealing the mind that one shows courage. Those who hide behind quotes are the worst kind of cowards.
Those that use chatgpt or other AI are fucking losers.
If one can’t write then one should read.
Am I way off here?
No. I would say your right on target. Social media is killing the minds of everyone who uses it.
Memes are killing the idea of thinking for oneself.
Social media is about one, not any other, one. If it was about the others why do you like anything?
So people can see you liked it.
If one was to attempt to quantify evil, memes and social media would be the first place to look.
I get it.
People are getting dumber and dumber. Why?
Memes.
Describe your ideal week.
My ideal week, that gives me a ton.
For starters I would make breakfast and dinner for my roommates.
Next I would spend a 3-4 hours a day with my two disabled veterans.
Next, I would write daily.
Next, think of what you do, and make it ideal.
I don’t cook for my roommates daily, but this week’s Sunday night dinner is going to ribs.
Original.
Not a remake, not a reimagining, original.
Whose writing anything original?
If you think about it, most movies are shit because of this.
I was The Movie Whore.
I used to write frequently about how fucked Hollywood truly is.
I quit when sparkling vampires broke box office records.
There is a film I saw called Nefarious.
This was a film not a movie.
It came out last year. Sean Patrick Flannery gave a performance to remember.
This film is about demon possession. It is the most accurate film on the subject. Most demon possessions never even get noticed.
That’s why it works so well. The shit in The Exorcist is what the demons want you to think about possession, then they don’t get noticed.
I’ve done several exorcisms. That’s how I know.
Most people who are possessed don’t even know they are possessed.
Think about it.
An entity that has no body, lives in a dimension where time doesn’t exist.
They can wait for years, and years, and to them it’s only a second, less than.
What good is it to a demon if people know they’re possessing one?
None.
Because then they be kicked out.
If one wants to allow oneself to be known, why?
If you think like them, not you, you would understand.
I do think like them. I’ve had to. My life has had me possessed at one point.
I was taking care of my dad and he had drained me and then my best friend who I hadn’t spoken to in over a year called me.
His girlfriend had just died and he called me. I get why he called, he couldn’t deal with it and used me to take it for him.
When he called me that’s the moment I lost the ability to speak.
That was close to 4 years ago.
As I said I was weakened by my dad and then my buddy put the icing on the cake that did me in.
I got possessed.
It took me 3 years to kick it out.
Here’s the fucked up thing, this is the truth.
I’m a physical empath. That means I feel the pain others feel. Hence why my dad was draining me. He didn’t want to, but me living with him, I had no choice.
This is a lot to talk about.
And I never wrote about this on this way because, who in the fuck would believe it?
I get that most won’t ever believe. Oh well.
Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose.
Name the professional athletes you respect the most and why.
Why would I respect a professional athlete?
What is worthy for me to respect?
Why don’t they give everything but what they need to others?
Do you understand how stupid this question is and why?
Turn on tune in drop out with me by Cracker.
Not very uncle cracker, Cracker.
This is the song that was playing when I sat down to write.
Turn on, what does that mean?
Turn yourself on.
What turns you on?
Tune in, what does that mean?
Tune in to yourself.
Stop looking outward, start looking inward.
Drop out with me, think about it, I’m turned on by writing and I’m tuned in to myself like a motherfucker and a half.
I never look outward, what I see in my life is reflections of me.
What do they need from me?
I love my life taking care of disabled veterans. I’m a veteran myself.
We may not have served in the same branch, or years, but every veterans knows that only a veteran will understand.
It’s brothers and sisters each and everyone. They’re like blood to me and they mean more to me than my own blood, except my son.
And next week The Dude will be here in Chico.
I’m excited because I haven’t seen my son since October, nearly a year.
He’s 19 and living his life. I’m proud that he’s living his life, not a life chosen for him, a life of his choosing.
When I raised him, I didn’t punish him. When he would act up or out, as child will do, I got his attention.
Is that being The Dude?
What does it mean to be The Dude?
Say please and thank you, work at being friends with people, and stuff that made him a decent human being.
As an adult, he’s more mature than I was when I was 19.
Now, as he brainwashed himself, he brainwashed me at the same time. It made me a better human being.
Now, I’m stoned and I don’t know what to write, so I’ll finish here.
Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose.
How do you relax?
I smoke weed.
I meditate.
I smoke weed.
I play games.
I smoke weed.
I have ADHD.
If I don’t smoke weed I get 3 hours of sleep a night and I drive others crazy.
I smoke weed.
I used to be a romantic.
My wives always got roses for no reason, well because I love roses.
When I was a child I put roses from the garden on the table in a vase.
Women have always gotten respect from me even if they didn’t respect themselves.
I’m Hungarian, it’s in the DNA.
It’s why I was born Hungarian. Hungary is the world’s original melting pot. I have DNA from Asia, Persia, eastern European, and depends on who else conquered Hungary.
Intermarriage wasn’t an issue.
The people are fierce defenders of there home. They were the defenders of christian Europe.
Vlad the Impaler was technically Hungarian when the otto-hungarian empire was around. Hungary got shrank after world war 1.
I get where I came from and why.
I remember watching the Hungarians as they were the faith filled. Well at least when the Táltos were listened to.
It was a Táltos that looked across at Genghis Khan.
I used to use Táltos, they could hear me. Each of them had a mission in their life that was my mission.
I miss those days.
No I don’t.
Which is it?
No I don’t.
Why?
Because missing something means I don’t think my life is complete, even though it is. The things I “miss” are the things that I am not. Things that I cannot do any longer.
If I miss them, I will miss what’s going on right now.
Yep.
If you had to give up one word that you use regularly, what would it be?
The words I use are for teaching, reaching, and talking with others.
I’ve done a ton of work limiting my words to ensure they hit the mark.
I’ve done a tremendous amount of thinking before I ever open my mouth.
Kill your conscience by Shinedown.
Just the name of the song is exactly what I should do.
The soul will go on.
There is no death.
That’s the secret that has been hidden from humanity.
They need to unlearn what death is. Maybe if they picked there death?
Couldn’t hurt. It did wonders for you.
That it did. I remember the death I picked out for myself.
Get married again, to the one, the one that won’t give a shit about what I can do, the one that makes me do shit to make her happy. The one that doesn’t exist.
You know that’s not true. She exists.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. That’s what you keep telling me.
But back to my death.
We would live as long as we wanted until we we’re done with this life. Then one last lovemaking session that sees us transcend the mortal coil and break apart into energy and our souls will be free, or we’re mated for eternity.
I never quite figured that part out. I mean if I was to respect her wishes I’d have to wait until that day.
That’s a long way away.
You picked a good death, but you already know you got 4,950 years to go.
Right.
It was a great mental exercise. I need a new one. What have you got?
Daydream. Just let yourself go and see what you can see with your third eye.
That again?
It will be different because you’re different.
You know you used to be God and still have a little more juice than the rest of humanity.
Now you understand you were God.
I get it, before I was looking for God, now God is in everything.
Is this going to get weird?
Oh yeah.
Are you holding a grudge? About?
I forgive everyone of everything so that I can put peace in my heart mind and soul.
Well, here we go again, my birthday.
If anyone ever knew that I was God was born on September 3rd 1974 at 3:42 am, they’d probably do an astrology reading for me.
What is it with Birthdays, I never understood why people give you shit because you survived another year. I get that humans, we, I am human after all, get programmed when we are young and people get excited and all that shit.
When you turn 50, I worked today. People on Facebook were good to me.
No one, no one saw me today.
If I wasn’t alone most of the time, I would probably feel like shit.
But I’m alone most the time so I don’t get lonely.
It was a gravy day.
Share a story about the furthest you’ve ever traveled from home.
I went to Honduras to be part of a humanitarian mission while I was in the US Air Force.
I was in communications and we went down to provide communication support to Guard and Reserve Civil Engineers.
They we’re building roads, schools and medical clinics.
We stayed outside of these adobe homes, 12 of them shaped on a circle.
These people had no running water, no electricity and I these were the happiest people I met.
When life gets me down, I think of this and I realize everything is going to be alright.
Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose.
I’d love to change the world. Thank you Ten Years After.
It’s the songs that I listen to that say more about me than I ever could.
I used to be God and changing the world, well fuck I’d make new worlds. I never could figure out what makes these things I’ve created do what they do.
I don’t get it.
You can’t fix stupid. Ron White.
Thank you. I needed that.
Humans think they’re the only thing that God created, how stupid do you have to be?
You’ve met them.
Right. I’ve met them and it’s sad.
I knew I never should have let the other races make them.
But what could I do, they had the technology and wanted to see of they could be better than me.
After I took care of them for millions, billions of years.
Why did I do this again?
The dude who beat you, that’s why.
So are you telling me I had that much of an ego?
You were God.
Right.
So I can’t change the world, but I can change myself. The world will have to follow.
At some point the amount of talking I’ve done will kick it into gear. I’ve seen some stuff, but they still got aways to go.
Go 100th monkey go.
What does your ideal home look like?
I look at cooling and heating costs and it’s the only conceivable way to cut costs.
Ain’t our time to die. Oh how I love me some Dorothy.
It’s my time to live. How do I do that?
Seriously?
No.
One needs to have faith in oneself and what one understands.
As one understands more, ones faith will grow.
If one wants, why does one want?
Is it a basic desire or is it greed?
One can ask oneself, why do I want it, or need it?
This is the message they need. They don’t want it, but if they are going to lead peaceful lives, we need to have greed be gone and be seen for what it is.
I get some are getting into it, but the sum is needed.
As we are all connected as we have more and more peaceful people, that infuses the rest. It’s a long ass fucking process. Takes decades, centuries, millinea.
It started when they started, humans. There have always been ones who can do shit that no one can explain. As they evolve the human evolves.
The empath is nothing more than the next evolution.
It’s the turning point that this world needs. Empaths have a stronger spirit because their DNA allows one to be more open to spirit.
It’s their being.
How do we get actual shit out?
Are you referring to the narcissistic fucking empaths that you have met?
Energy vampires. It’s an empath. Every empath is a potential energy vampire.
That whole bullshit about some chick who created the energy vampire thing, I studied her. She’s as delusional as it gets.
Thinking she has the right to claim others as her victims. The fucked up thing, what can anyone do about it?
There’s no laws that even govern what they can do, or we.
I’m a potential energy vampire, and that I amplify, oh shit. I’ve tried it, and it’s addictive.
I get why the psychosis sits in. Believing one is a vampire is delusional at best.
We need to find a way to create the laws so we can go after these fucks.
That would mean the CIA would have to come clean about using us while denying we exist.
What brings a tear of joy to your eye?
When I first moved to my place, a two story house, bidwell park across the backyard, when I moved on, I cried years of joy. That was in February.
As Paul Harvey famously said, and now for the rest of the story.
As I said it’s my intellect that is my savior.
I’ve seen and talked to many who are trapped, some by demons, others other entities, and others trapped by their ego.
What makes me different?
The only thing I can come up with is I have a high intellect.
I’m a telepath. I read the subconscious.
That’s means I know what your thinking in your subconscious before the conscious mind is even aware.
It’s why I haven’t lost an argument in years. I have lost arguments big time. Before I knew I was a telepath.
It was 37 when I found out. Then I talked to my dad, he was a telepath. He thought he was the only one. I can’t imagine thinking you’re the only one. How lonely he must have felt.
I read as I write and I wouldn’t believe me. I would think it was fiction.
I mean the guy is a fiction writer, so why the fuck should I believe a word he says.
I know someone is thinking that as I write. I get a telepathic read when I write.
Again with the telepath, no one believes you.
It’s amazing to me how easy it is. I can’t imagine a life not being me.
That means I can’t imagine what others who aren’t telepaths live.
I work at it, to pretend to be normal, but I’m not normal.
The empath in me feels too much. It’s why I smoke and smoke weed. It’s why this forgive everyone of everything so that I can put peace in my heart, mind and soul.
Peace is preferred.
Before I knew I was an empath, I was diagnosed bipolar.
I would have mood swings and there was no explanation for it. I would try to explain what I was feeling but I knew it was bullshit, as I saw the reaction I got from the other.
Once I accepted that I am an empath, it got easier. Now I don’t have mood swings. And if I feel it, a bunch of anger or sadness, I know it’s not mine.
It’s some repressing or suppressing their own emotions.
We are all connected. When one attempts to repress or suppress others feel it.
Now this shit I’m about to write, well I know I do it. I’ve had too many experiences with other people who witnessed it.
Like when I had an apprentice and they had a ghost. They lived a few hundred miles away from me. I cleared their place from Chico.
I’ve done it several times.
I devour ghosts, remnants. I wish I was lying, who does this?
Me and others. I’ve met a few.
That means I can bilocate.
If you think about it, we’re all connected.
Why wouldn’t I just let my energy flow through the connection?
This where we need to unlearn so we can learn correctly.
This whole bullshit about no right, no wrong, nothing is incorrect, that’s narcissist bullshit.
We are both light and dark. We have a silver line down the middle.
Divine is the light.
Sacred is the dark.
We put shit in the dark for us to find as we gain experience in life.
Explore your darkness. When you get scared, why does it scare you?
Look at from the psychospirilosophical perspective.
Use 3 views to understand why.
What does psychology have to say why it scares you?
What does your spirituality say about it?
Philosophy, what shit have I said before that I’m dealing with this shit right now?
Anyone can go from fucked up to unfucking oneself.
Shit I can do.
Empath, telepath, medium, and I devour remnants, and I can drain other entities, and other stuff.
I changed my DNA 10 years ago. It’s taken me the last 10 years to know what I can do.
Accept it or deny it, however it’s the truth about my being.
Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose.
Why do you blog?
I’m a thinker.
I find my thinking makes others think.
No one ever died from thinking.
What they were thinking, that’s another story.
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