On the Occasion of Finishing
You said I could hold space for you and so I knew there was a date. Then Jazmine said something about a Taurus Eclipse and of course Brent was in town. Brent told me that he wouldn’t even read my novel until it was finished. Here we were so close to a finish line I could taste it. I knew where we were ending and then where to go from there. The next one was going to be harder because we haven’t even tried to create the ritual needed to make that go. Or maybe that's not true. The line between immersive and reality was erased somewhere in the Zuni desert on the way to Meow Wolf that time with Cason and Levy. So here we are at an end of sorts and I suppose I should mark it in some way as if it were special. Thank God for Daniel’s comments because they have made this initial trepidation so much smoother.
The truth is that it was marked before I ever finished it, all summer with every ounce of love I turned into inspiration. It's the most naked and terrifying thing I have ever done and the stakes were of course real. I broke my own heart over and over again in order to understand forgiveness. It is a love letter and a download. It is a journey and a path home. I can't wait to dive deeper into the bones and flesh her out to a zaftig sensuality. Of course, it's very me so this can be a movie and immersive, this will be in real life and within surreal dreams. If you find yourself in the pages it is because you are. I have borrowed from so many in my network that it doesn't feel as written as spoken out loud in pranks and theater. I don't ever think I can do the Pieta as well as Casey whose poet’s soul stirs at the love carved there.
I suppose it is also an invitation, a seat at the table found in a world in which we were all more tethered to our divinity. What does a world look like fully illuminated in truth and what do we have to forgive and heal to get there. Brent called it a Hypersigil and perhaps it is that as well, only time will tell if the blood in these lines is worth the cannon of our future timelines. Together we can transform the world one fractal at a time.
I marked this passing in prayer illuminated by the sun's great majesty in the thin mountain air, bathed in wind and chocolate sacrament, connected to my very own heart. Alone in the wilds like every great sinner, saint, witch, and cleric before me who found god's voice insistent on the tip of the mighty pen; I got on my knees and said thank you to all that is greater than I and all the love I was lucky enough to receive. On cue Sean showed up in golden showers and a reframing of that night at the burn, rewriting shame one tantric squirt at a time. The gift is to feel so exquisitely every pound of pain and to be able to turn that into love, that's what this journey is about.
Love is our birthright.
Collective Liberation our Destiny.
