hellllooooooo Sweet Succulent Souls,
Fresh Fruit, All!
ready to be juiced by the very Machine that Pushed us out! hows that for an ‘on the nose’ reflection of mommy trauma, eh? no? just me? haha ok then, bit of egg on my face (or should I be typing zygote?) maybe, moving on.
these drippings that slide so smoothly down the pressed rind that is my outer shell as I’m wrung for all I’ve got -in preparation for the great and ‘final’ step that is Death- has been bottled, at last, and dropped on your doorstep. fresh from the thresher, the juicer, the blender that spins round this mortal coil, this garden of Delight and Sorrow.
few things collected here, full of pulp and bits of skin as per usual:
first off an intro the the dialogue
a welcome to new… emails (attached to humans I can only hope) and a bit of an explanation as to my absence. not an apology mind, but an explanation. of what? haha don’t ask me, but if I had to venture a guess, its about the new structure and how topsy turvy this whole experiment we call ‘society’, and its relation to the Inner Self that, having come to a very violent term, is coming out one way or another.
natural birth, knocked out cold epidural birth, bloody c-section birth, chainsaw birth, warm water with popsicle and a doula and many family members there to support you Energetically and Emotionally...birth? you choose, but that baby is coming out. here is what it may look like.
the split
an exploration of the challenge that comes to Beings (us) who all live on our own Islands, our own Planets, who have Universes of Sacred Space within us. whose perspectives, whose Realities differ, even if just by shades, from even our neighbors. a difference that in previous iterations of society were not so very felt, for we hadn’t the language or the culture that could or wanted to process that fact. a fact that is all to obvious, a limb of that baby that was just mentioned, for its emergence in the world. in epochs beyond histories grasp, almost entirely lost to legend, are stories of organized groups that could perceive not only these differences in a more tangible way, but the Harmonization that differentiation made possible. how, on a Spiritual plane, there exist ecosystems much like the ones readily perceived by the 5 ‘common’ senses. systems made stronger by virtue of the space made for diversity. after all, mono-crop will fail faster than a variegated one. maybe that’s what we are returning to.
just look at how split we are, how one persons world view can now be so different (for all the new data we are each uniquely exposed to) from the next as to be cause for violence. used to be we could bridge these gaps with ‘education’, ‘language’, ‘culture’, which worked just fine so long as the streams of information that upheld these concepts, these… structures, was at least close to uniform. sure you might have a world view that was structured by an ivy league ‘school’ in an idyllic city, weighed against one that worked the docks in some grungy port city whose. the differences would scream at one another should they be given the opportunity. but those people didn’t oft interact with one another if they could help it, which for the most part, pre-global tech connections, they sort of could. they could at least plug their ears and go “la la la la la, I don’t hear you”. and that seemed to work o.k. now, however, we can’t help but see that a family was just deleted with the aid of our tax dollars, via a proxy war that we’re fighting through another nation. we can’t help but be bombarded by a very real Feeling that we are all Connected, that we are shirking that connection for shiny trinkets, and digital figures. these are not new concepts, the situation has simply progressed to a point that doesn’t allow ignorance of them, the way it used to.
sure the amphibians that left the pool have been talking about this ‘dry land’ shit, and all it has to offer, for some time. but they were few and far between. nowadays, seems like more and more frogs are returning to the pool wearing hemp shirts and abalone necklaces, talking about environmental responsibility, sustainability, the need for reform beyond the boring old channels, and how cool turtles actually are if you take a fucking second to listen to em. plus the turtles are now wading back on it the pool with stories from the rich lands they explore. for those of us with ears to hear,
its getting loud.
my brotha
this is an exploration of that outfall of that split, just above, just… no… yup, yea just up there. nope, the.. the last paragra.. yup that’s the one.
it was a curious situation that got this train moving, my brother (whom I Love no matter how far we drift internally from one another) wanted us all to watch a show that he wasn’t even really watching, as he was playing a computer game. so I followed that train spurred fourth by curious choices, and it led me to the bully billionaires (bullybillies). I don’t wanna ruin the surprise but they basically get us all to watch this show that they are not even invested in, as they are playing a totally different game. why? well they seem to want us to funnel attention into that show so that we don’t diverge and start thinking for ourselves. for if we did, we might just choose a show that makes their game harder to concentrate on.
finally
a little intro to an idea that goes by the name “the Glowmads” which I touched but will leave until next… week? tomorrow? I dunno whenever the feeling strikes, whenever the “hammer is hot”. and, of course, the standard super corny reminders that some random, crazy ass, supposedly free Individual out there on the internet Loves you. gifting to you this dead bird that you may partake in the feathery protein that he (I) do enjoy so very much.
want fewer gifts? then stop letting me out of the house. at least put a bell on me.
that is all.
with Love,
N
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