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A video explaining my paranormal experiences with Bigfoot!

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Primordial Love - Gods Passion Project

love that’s deeper than the depths of the sea. Or preserved in amber resin. I will always remember this feeling.

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Brand New Creature - Gods Passion Project

A song about change. The organic process of peeling yourself like a banana and feeling the sun on your skin. I love the ocean more than anything. She is beautiful to me. Nothing will compare to her.

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Witness - Gods Passion Project

This song is about an answered prayer. The prayer is perpetually answered - I have seen it with my own eyes.

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— February 21, 1911 / Franz Kafka diaries

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Super fascinating stuff!

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Importance of honest art in the reconstruction of humanity

The creation and distribution of sincere art, literature, and music are vital in reconstruction of modern society. When we take the time to watch a movie, or observe a piece of art, or see a band perform - we pick apart what we observe. On a subconscious level, we absorb the things we witness. The emotions that bubble to the surface stick with us - growing and changing as we do.

When an artist creates with intention, and makes the decision to convey their work in an honest way - it forms connections with the observer. It leaves an impression on the heart, mind, and soul. If we choose to express ourselves in truth and love - the collective also makes that decision.

When we make the decision to explore new and multifaceted media - we are opening ourselves up to our own humanity. It’s important to support local artists!

In doing so, we gain a better understanding of ourselves and the roles we play in our own community. It’s important to witness people creating from a place of passion - because we find that passion in ourselves. Never has it been more vital to explore new perspectives. In collaborating and communicating these ideas, we lay the foundations for healthy relationships - with both ourselves and others.

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The solution is simple - Return to the earth in which we’ve been born from. Return to the sea, the rivers and cliff-sides. Look to the stars and planets in the sky, they’re made of the same things as you and I. Return to the trees, the plants, and animals. Recognize them, become familiar with them. Know them as intimately you know yourself - because ultimately they are all pieces of you. Serve your planet with your heart, cultivate a safe space for yourself and others. Grow gardens from the crumbling foundations we had found ourselves trapped in. There’s truth in the quiet. The universe reaches out in all directions to spread the message of primordial love - but are you listening?

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I went to a party last night, someone asked me “why are you here?”

I didn’t know how to answer that question. I had gone with my friends. I realized in that moment that I hate parties. Walls of hot, sticky bodies. Everyone is drunk, and wailing. People are queuing shitty songs - and everyone yells when the music cuts.

My friends hang intoxicated on my shoulders, and lean in for a kiss. Strangers ask for my cigarettes. Im going to catch a disease. Maybe even a disease of character. I am repulsed by liberal arts party-goers. Bands of fraternity rapists, patrolling in groups. Pathetically flailing to assert their egos. Some young girl is puking off the balcony - because another girl is puking in the bathroom. Everyone is coked the hell out. Everyone is touching my hat.

I feel as if I am a wild animal, cornered in a room full of people. As if I may be crushed to death. I stay on the porch, in a dark corner smoking a cigarette. Someone’s dog, tied up on the railing.

I am sick in the soul. I thought this was what I wanted. I thought this was the place. I am sorely mistaken - I find it unbearable. People are unbearable. I am repulsed by all these energies. I am repulsed by their cruelty.

I don’t want to see anyone ever again.

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I always felt more like Audrey but they killed her too. After all she went through.

Why don’t girls ever get peace? We’re either locked away in a tower or left to be picked apart by vultures. Im about to jump out of this stupid tower and leave my legs broken like the horse.

I’m getting phantom pains - I can’t even have my own body to myself.

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I dreamt of a horse with broken legs, and it couldn’t move. It just stood there, and it was all alone there with me. In the dark, in a ghost town in the mountains.

I felt like that horse today. I can’t hardly move. My heart beats in my chest but I feel nothing but agony. It’s all pain today. I tried so hard to be brave, but I don’t know how brave I can continue to be. All I do is tremble, and cry, and pray. I am so afraid that I have nothing.

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They’ll walk around with blood on their hands. Asking “Who could have killed sam?” Maybe I am like Laura. Laura couldn’t stay.

I had a pretty sick dream the other night. I was bracing for impact. And on his knees in prayer he screamed “Laura!” - and an angel rose from my body. I didn’t like how Twin Peaks ended.

Is the world really so cruel? I feel like a lamb to slaughter in a place like this. The world kills girls like me.

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I think I have finally lost my mind. I am dead to the world. What will they make of me?

I am not a fool. I understand things others couldn’t even imagine. I’ve seen a future that’s beautiful and upside down to the perception of modern zombie people. I am strange to a world without love in their hearts. The truth is that I refuse to die in a box. I cannot stay here in the city. I feel as if it is eating me alive. I imagine my body being found, flattened and pale 3 weeks after my death. My neighbors will have complained of the smell by then. My family worries about me - I have always faced my fears alone. Now in speaking my truth, through the tears, they believe me to be lost.

How could I possibly quit my job, when I am so good at it? When my coworkers are lovely people.

How could I possibly be dissatisfied with the apartment downtown that I pay too much fucking money for?

How could I care so little about the reputation I have worked so hard to uphold?

I have no faith in anybody but God. I am haunted and unsettled. I get no rest here. People screaming, and stomping. Digging through my garbage and scattering it across the parking lot for everyone to see. My neighbors fight upstairs. Homeless people look into my windows. If I stay in this place I will die.

But I have no money. Im hardly paying rent. My parents think I need to spend time with my grandmother in Arizona - I do miss the desert and the sun. But I can’t imagine I’ll do very well over there. She’s quite strict and I struggle with routine. I really just want to sell everything and travel. I want to see the world before it burns to the ground. There is so much we can learn from nature, there is so much we can learn from each other. But nobody seems to be listening. I have such expansive dreams. People hear my dreams, and say I dream too big.

I am just a girl, I can’t possibly save the world. My parents know I am incredible, my ideas are genius - I told them today what I planned to do. But regardless of how foolproof my plan is, they don’t believe I can accomplish this dream. I don’t have the money, I don’t have the resources, people aren’t going to want to invest. It makes me sick - because this is the fate of the planet. It’s a matter of evolution.

This plan reaches beyond me. It’s been spoken into me from a different realm. I channel the divine and nobody gives a shit what it has to say. It figures, it feels as if people have become numb to the sensation of being. They don’t even speak my language. I must have faith in these trying times. God save us all.

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Landscape with a Bathing Woman - Rudolf Riemerschmid - c.1910s - via Sotheby's

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Small Fate

I’ve fallen into it again

I’d been searching in the woods - I dreamt a pair of golden eyes staring out from the treeline

Following an ache into the night - I was swallowed entirely by misery

I can’t touch you anymore

You won’t hear from me again

An owl calls out from the dark abyssal space

Voices in another room - a body on the opposite end of a queen size mattress

I will lie myself in the mud and mycelium and learn to let myself die

Naked and inhuman

I hope my soul returns with the springtime

Poppies and Dragonflies whisper my name - Perhaps you’ll have found my small rodent body mummified in the dust and pollen

Remember me kindly - forget me again

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POST • HUMAN

A realization has come to me in the quiet of the winter. I’ve found a term to explain this idea: the realization that the human species is not done evolving. The human consciousness has the capacity to expand beyond our current understanding. To be post human is to realize your consciousness expands beyond your own mind and body. It’s the realization that you are in all things - and all things are reflections of your own energy. To learn to modulate your own energy is a divine skill - to harness that skill is to align yourself with God.

(Cover Illustration of Archaic Revival vol. 2)

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There’s no place in space for Billionaires

I had prophesied on January 3rd of this year that there would be an issue with the rocket Blue Origin had planned to launch. I had been seeing visions of rockets and explosions - I was drawn again and again to Florida. Which is generally where these things take place. There’s been an influx of aviation tragedies and spacecraft mishaps these last few weeks. Blue Origin (Jeff Bezos’ space company) launched their Glenn spacecraft into space - and while it did make it into orbit, the booster was not recovered (which was a prime objective.) Around that same time frame - Space X launched their rocket and it completely exploded. What does this tell us?

We are about to rubber band ourselves into a new age. Unlike anything we have ever experienced before. It’s a time of unexpected change, and karmic balance. We’ve all seen this in action, if you’re choosing to ignore it you’re complicit in your own destruction. Our world burns - and these sickos are trying to send themselves into space. Their innovation hasn’t got any soul. Their failed attempts to cement their legacy in the stars are in vain - because ultimately they know nothing about what it means to be human. They know nothing of evolution, and truth. They only know their own inflexible egos, and soon their empires will crumble beneath them. Because the truth always transcends the illusion.

The divine vastness of space is no place for the soulless. These are not the people who should be ambassadors to the cosmos. The stars belong to the dreamers and lovers - Jeff and Elon no nothing of love. Cosmic justice is coming, it will rain upon them like nobodies business. Hear my words - believe it’s true. There is power in belief. There is power in your heart, and in your mind.