“I’ve Got One That Can Seeee!”

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Man, I don’t know… I try to have faith in the human race. But the more I put on my “They Live” glasses the more I see droves of people walking around looking like mindless ever-consuming creatures with bulging eyes… drooling and incapable of independent thought. Comfortable in their trance, and comfortable in whatever gray and mundane world that’s been laid out before them.

I do have faith in individuals with common sense. Independent thinkers. But when it comes to groups of people who go along with the status quo out of pure “survival instinct”, It’s always going to be lunacy.

To be clear I don’t dislike consumerism. In fact I cannot stand the “own nothing and you will be happy” crew in equal if not much higher amounts. Both sides undoubtedly meet for afternoon tea in the back rooms to discuss how they will feed us soylent green/carbon butter/fake meat, divide and conquer the planet, and profit from the insanity, death, starvation, and destruction they inflict upon all of us. The line in They Live “I’ve got one that can see!” is reserved exclusively for those who can see beyond the illusions that have been casted upon all of us (whether you veer politically more towards the left or the right). Our reptilian overloads don’t choose sides, because they are both sides. And they don’t like the people who know that, because the people who know that are the ones they can’t manipulate or profit from. The people they do manipulate get to be pawns in their game until they are of no use to them anymore.

Roddy Piper who played the main character in “They Live” called the film the greatest documentary ever made. Right on, Roddy. Right on (and may you rest in peace). Many of us feel the same way, but all of us are about to find out how true that statement really is. And also, how right David Icke has been all along.

Real Life is Just Around the Corner

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This world has been changing. I fear, not for the better. Life used to have a sort of quality to it. But it seems we’ve traded that quality for quantity and convenience. Art for distractions. Romantic and intimate love… for even more distractions. It’s enough to rob any person of their joy.

Joy, which is something as simple as walking down the street in the middle of the night to get to a friend’s bonfire with only the moonlight to guide you. No city lights…. Just stars. No sounds… just the wind. Maybe you see the flicker of a friend’s light approaching fast in the distance. They’ve come to greet you on your journey through the darkness. Some of us didn’t make it. But through the darkness we walked together nonetheless.

I find that gritty approach to life far more appealing than the superficial “sweep it under the carpet!” approach that is hastily offered up to us. Because it’s intimate. It’s real. This world is dysfunctional from all sides. When I was younger my friends and I did well to rebel against it. We exiled ourselves from it as much as we possibly could. Externally we were the bearers of heavy burdens, but internally we were secret bearers of sound and sacred light.

I know I’m ready for an era of sound and sacred light. God willing; the old system is about to blip out of existence, and life will become more real than anything we’ve ever experienced. I don’t want to hate on money too much because it is just a “tool”, but I dislike the people who drive its machine. They seem to feed off of youth and innocence and monetize from the darkness and chaos they so artlessly create. It’s about control. Selfish control. That’s how these people function. Nefarious pedophiles….

I’ll leave you with a quote by William S. Burroughs:

”What does the money machine eat? It eats youth, spontaneity, life, beauty, and, above all, it eats creativity. It eats quality and shits out quantity.”


Creation vs. Replication

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To create anything of value, it’s best to create from a place of deep meaning.

Even the Ancients knew that the act of creating was sacred. The Awen (pictured above) was a Druidic concept meant to represent the creative and divine inspiration that flows through an artist while they create. In fact the word Awen literally translates to something like “flowing inspiration” or “flowing essence”:


As a musician & artist myself I can attest to the fact that when I create with deep intent and meaning, the creative energy I’m working with feels as thought it descends from a higher/divine realm. Similar to Edgar Casey (the sleeping prophet), many of the prophetic visions I experience mostly occur during either dreamtime or during an in between wakefulness and dreamlike state of consciousness. things that heighten the frequency and intensity of these experiences are 1) Spending ample time in nature 2) Meditation and energy work and 3) Exercising my creative capabilities: writing music, creating visual art, etc.

Beyond art and music: marriage, making love and bringing children into the world is also a sacred and creative act. Tantra and the close bond between 2 lovers is a sacred and creative act. A woman carrying her own child in her womb for 9 months is a sacred and creative act. Yet contrary to creativity, we now have artificial intelligence and artificial realities. And contrary to human intimacy we have crispr to act as an artificial womb that will create and carry our children for us. How lazy and disconnected. And beyond that, how completely diabolical to replace our humanity with something so cold.

AI does not create from a deep or even a human place. It replicates. I would not be against technology or perhaps even artificial intelligence if it could be used as a tool to leverage human creativity, but any technology we utilize in the future must work with nature and our divine creative capabilities and not against them. We were created in God’s image they say, which means we were created to be creators ourselves. And we were not made to become slaves to a digital system that replicates.


Dancing with the Moonlit Night

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When the moon is full and night is lit up, my spirit is full of light as well. I get the overwhelming urge to become one with the wild and to not fear the long shadows, dark forests, or lurking animals of the night, but to instead dance with them. I sit upon a large rock or tree stump and absorb the moon’s light energy in deep meditation. I absorb light from trees roots, the songs of peepers, and from a realm no mortal eyes can see. This realm belongs to fairy. 

Subtle light cuts like blades between every tree in the forest transforming it into a grande and holy Cathedral. I worship in its halls, and walk alongside the dryads who keep steady watch over it.

Life is so Much Safer When

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Perhaps it’s the time change or perhaps it’s the state of this world, but I wanted to fall asleep all day. Dreamtime has become such a source of comfort for me; a pivotal time to access creativity and deeper realms of consciousness. Here’s hoping someday we can create a world to wake up to that is more beautiful than any profound dream.