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I moved to Salt Lake City exactly two-years ago. I moved here to die. I succeeded--twice. Each death was starkly different from the other and each return was drastically different. The journey back to life was long and the path was covered in the Shadows that carried me Al Sole as their covering kept my open wounds safe from the blistering heat of the fires around me. However, their Veil around me grew into a suffocating isolation. In my second death on May 24, 2016; I stood at the mouth of a Well that held the Void Within it. I asked, how to navigate through the shrapnel of my mind and find my Heart again in life. I heard my daughter's voice laugh at me and say, "I don't know." And in a cheeky tone, she added, "just follow the bird feathers". I did just that. I have traveled deep within my past, my Truth, my Love, my Desire, and I learned to always breathe. I learned to look beyond the Veil and praise the pain-- the depth of the pain was in direct correlation with the depth of joy and love that I have within me and I began to see the line between them dissolve into memory. The journey is not compete. The destination remains unknown. But the hunger for discovery has replaced the nightmare and the feathers have led me to the rediscovery of my Compass. And the Shadow sings out to the Moon, "Al Sole!" (To the Sun!) #alsole #apokatastasis #pancaul #deep6 #grateful (at Salt Lake City, Utah)

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#pancaul #shadowmedicine #freeshadows #moonsongs #bleedingsky #burningskyline #apokatastasis (at South Salt Lake City)

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GRAY FLAME: My face is gray, My thoughts, Are broken. Is this passion? Or is this need? ---It is Nothing, Is it? ---Birth brings, Life; Life gives, Birth. But what of Death? ---It is No-thing, Is it? ---A truth, That is measured, By the Eyes, Of Assumption Is a Doubt, Which Becomes, Their Deception.  ---It is Nothing, Is it? ---Pan ex Nihlo, All from Nothing; The weight Of Death, Is Life, As Life, Decays, With the Growth, Of Death. ---All is No-Thing, Is it? ---A Love unloved, Is a truth, Immeasurable? Unveil this scale, To Break its Hold, Around our Soul. ---No-Thing is All, Is it? ---Life is the Corrosion, That Evolves, Into a Birth, Created from, The Womb of Death.  ---It is Nothing, Is it? ---It is No-thing, Is it? ---It Is. #deepsix #deep6revival #pancaul #panihlo #panexnihlo #nothing #apokatastasis #decayandgrowth #deathevolves #lifecorrodes #allisasitshouldbe #freedom #existentialist #godisanihilist (at South Salt Lake City)

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The Soul is a Labyrinth. The center is Freedom. The Compass is Agape. The Way is Heart. The Cartography is drawn through Experience, Creation, and Celebration. Enter through the Doors of Surrender and take the Journey to an Apokatastasis. #labyrinth #freedom #agape #mycompass #wayofheart #pancaul #cartography #createcelebrateexperience #surrender #apokatastasis

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Living in a Shadow's dream. #livinginashadowsdream #shadowmoon #moonshadow #lunarkiss #farewellmoon #ivymoon #pancaul #pancaulrevival #pancauluniverse #realitysetsin

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Dissolving into the infinite just as the bleeding sea disperses its molecules and transforms into tears from behind a hidden sky. We know a truth and we see the truth. Oh, we who doubt the truth we know. We pray for water and when the rains fall upon us we run for shelter. We build a temple to the heavens and when God extends His hand in welcome, we tell Him "that's not high enough". We plead for sight but when our eyes open we choose to stare into the closets of our past, when all We could see were the backs of our eyelids. We cling to whispers and proclaim the depth of their promises as the foundation for our sustanence. We pour sugar onto the fire and forbid it's reduction. We stamp at the coals with the bottom of our feet until we are covered in black smoke and we wonder why we can no longer breathe. We called out for love but choose a mirage for its golden house in lieu of our salvation. Truth in time with truth as seen through stained glass mirrors--projecting reflections of self through filters of a meticulous design result in the inability to see purity through this expectant sight. Truth in time with truth. Truth aligns with being. Heart exists in presence. The stories of a journey across our past only permit an awareness of our present. Cyclical patterns surrendered to interrogation by the visions of a future constructed by desire and transformed into a corrosive fog that impedes the flow of heart and oppresses authentic growth. And the moon smiled upon her spirit and memorized all of the galaxies upon her skin as the False Lights rose brightly and the disconnection returned. #pancaul #butterflymoon #dragonflysun #alsole #inauthenticauthenticity #brokencompass #findafeather #chasethewind

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Death is lonely. But the loneliness of living is a logically, measurable concept. True, Love has the ability to free our Shadows and heal our corrosion. If only Love wasn't a Shadow too. If only Love could be cured from its own decay as well.

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The Present continues to unfold with each Now that passes. It sustains its course whether we retreat into Shadow or rise against the gravity of our battle. This Existence is propelled by Nothing more than a loving, plea from Spirit to acknowledge, and even praise, our ever-changing Compass. Each Tear and each Celebration is composed from the Divine Agape . It is a vital component of our diseased Ego to refrain from hearing the Song of Heart and to dismiss the Shadows that lurk upon the thoroughfares of our Destiny. This blindness is joined by our deaf ears to create the apex of our Destruction. We only fear the outward projections of our self-perceived, ugliness. Celebrate your weaknesses and embrace your Shadows instead of shaming or dismissing them. In this pure, Love we may find the Medicine to free us. The elixir to Create Beauty, Peace, and Strength. Every Now is a blessed, gift. If only we permit our vision the Truth of Sight. #breathe #onemore #pancaul #agape #activesolidarity #trueempathy #selfforgiveness (at El Chihuahua Restaurant)

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"We are responsible for our own perceptions and projections and these reflections that may be manifested onto us by others are purely of their own design." -The PanCaul Universe

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A locket containing a Kiss and the Magick of Love, a dried Rose whose Secrets Heal the Shadows, and a Path set to the West; my Compass. My song, the Poetry of Ennina. In Death I was found, in Love I was Born, With You I am Healed, From You I depart, And to You I shall Return. Al Sole!

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A song is heard from the Heavens. It is she, the Moon, who has unveiled a pathway to his resurrection. In her kiss, the softness of her lips, and the nectar of her skin the Shadow of Forgotten Embers now transforms himself into an Inferno. His Flame ignites the Skyline and burns a Compass to the Stars.

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I Permit my spirit to exist and experience and resonate within the lessons that I have be given. The past does not own me, but it has shaped me. I know that there is a Divine purpose for every tear that I have shed, every ache in my muscles, and pain in my heart. I Praise every Sorrow, Laugh, Love, Loss, Passion, Taste, Smell, and the fleeting Atoms of every Now and every Ion within the All which I have been fortunate enough to experience. All along this lonely trail of feathers which I devoutly follow the Reflections of the All are the faces of All I Love and All I Cherish. Where you see Anger and Pain, I see a journey to a Deeper Truth. I see Beauty and Growth.

Everything is as it should be or it wouldn't be at all.

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So, whenever I take My Doggy out for his poopoo parties; I bring a bag for shit and a bag to pick up trash along the way. I anticipated that the curbside waste would begin to lessen as I gained momentum. Wrong. This is only one of four bags I filled with litter ranging from cigarette butts to broken weed pipes to shredded aluminum cans. STOP SUFFOCATING OUR EARTH!!!

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Perhaps it is there, within those Immortal Nows that the origin of the Rivers have been hidden. It is there, where the bubbling springs of Abzu and Tiamat meet that the journey of Love begins.

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June 5, 2017 at 2:49pm the Trail of Bird Feathers came to an end.

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A SHADOW HIDES BEHIND A FLESH DEVOTED SKIN

I awaken every morning to the blistering suffocation of a recycled isolation. I search through my memories for a discarded mask to adorn for the day. Amidst my shattered mirrors and soiled photographs that fill the sanitarium of my mind I am pulled deeper within. There is always one which hides the bare tissue of my face. When I look upon it I am consumed with nausea. I attach the flaccid skin from my past upon the sinews of my present. These eyes that once studied, This mouth that once spake. I try to remove this smile to reflect a neutrality at least. It can not be changed. There’s a joy I observe. It is written in the wrinkles and lines like a strength I may not refute. “This person that I was” I wonder to myself, “What fire burned with such heat? “What flame could blaze so fierce? To turn this man to ash”? I fill my body with deception to seal this face with mine. I resume my performance. As the Shadow of my memory. I hide the Rotten Organs that corrode my hollow bones. Just to breathe are my lugs sole purpose. And to live is just anticipation, For the death that brings me a birth anew. For my ash to form as flesh once more. Al Sole!

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Passion is a kaleidescope; A dance of light, A shadow's evasive maneuver. Not above nor below, Connections drawn by silhouettes, Its colors seek definition, Not permitted by these broken angles, Which form their abstract shapes, Creating within them, These perfect imperfections. #kaleidoscope #silhouette #passion #whatisbroken #whatiswhole