Ambient Sells

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I had a vision of a day like this only about 3 months ago, a surreal experience alien to my most memorable paralysis. I had just gotten a vehicle and while joyful, I became vexed with worry. “What IF I loose my keys!? What IF someone steals my car” As anything in this material world often allows, possession begun to take a toll on me. I started to undress rapidly, the concern for my most prized possession. I soon became suddenly wrapped with a CELL, which seemed to sell me into worthy. O, the cost to sail away by the boat of anxiety.

“I am late for work! Yet, I am very tired! I should get ready to go. The skies are ambient, colors of purple and yellow within a serenade of primitive desire. If only, I could capture the Wisdom of the sky. As I turn on the ignition, I get caught up in the vastness of my sleep. I realize I can’t drive in this state, so I intend on parking my car. However I am laden heavy with exhaustion, so I am going to park it just anywhere. I have to get out! I return to my room, as I lay down to respond to the beckoning exhaust; I awaken suddenly! I am then told; as I prepare to walk outside. “You’re in a cell; don’t sell out when you turn the knob.” As I turn the knob, I notice I am in jail cell and SUDDENLY SCREAM AND SHOUT, Then I faint to my knees! How could this be true? I suddenly hear a woman’s voice frantically calling my name! ” Jesse!! Jesse!! ” I begin to pray within myself as my hope begins to build upon the next. I feel a rush of sudden relief as the spirit assures me of the great Calm! I awaken again from the state of shock. I walk outside to look for my vehicle, I can’t find it, so I return back to sleep. What becomes of these colors in the sky, is the acceleration of destination.”

Somehow, these events happen but only in a dream like state, I remember actually believing them to only realize I was caught in Sleep Paralysis.

Today, I actually became a victim of a collision, caused by a squirrel in the road, which blinded for a moment my friend who ran into the back of my car. I immediately became worried, and checked if she was OK, and she was although her car was pretty much destroyed, while mine was intact.

Cells lock up inside, and the the fears we have are often coded and disguised. We must not allow them to SELL themselves to us. The ambient colors often a shattering reminders of color. Colors meant to be exhibited! :)

I’m IN The Linking Business!

I can’t usher in the rush.
 
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What has made me blush all along, is the fractions of being uneasy. The parallels of desire and what is actually seen. Dates and calendars are responsible for calculation that is sped by the panning of priority. I’ve only discovered in the process of consumption, the importance of linking. I am in the linking business, and this discovery has allowed a sense of breathing. You may be in school, and halfway through, you decide to change your major. WHO cares what others think, you changed it because your heart moved you into a different direction. This is the nature of expedition, you become familiar with alien and common monsters. On the road, you see signs, and many of them are directions reminding you of the landscape you are not precisely aware of.

I’ve become governed by the whims of proving revelation, when these things are not meant to be. Allowing manifestation to show up, is only a commanded normality.

Therefore, my expense is now the laying down of information, capturing it, and then forming a line by its detail. Everything in line, only then can I mime in the direction necessary.

I’ve realized only recently, that money is energy. Energy can’t be created, only converted. It’s not like, I can create money, I mean I can, but not in the context of my garden.

Everything is now blossoming in the direction, of its chamber. IF I really am in this blossom chamber, as I’ve been saying for a while now; why not allow the rain to fall?

These links are being discovered, and now I understand the joy of conversation a bit more. ALL along, I needed it with myself, before I gave it to others.

Alive By Creations….

I really DIG new ideas. How they inspire and some how shape how we perceive innovation and invention. We’re all creators because we have been crafted with a grasp, an interpretive power that allows life to be understood….Only by our mind. So there is magic, and bliss, and all of these powers. They rush, and they gush..We are elated by their mention in mind. At random, caught in a glance, we can see something, not fully developed but the seed is grand.

We undress by the manifestation of comfort, and we spell when the letters come together. Can I explain it, not really. In the most intimate knowledge of ourselves, no ones knows quite like YOU. Our life is crafted by codes and formulas, everything given by less and less. Less is with more, and the unifying conjecture of creation is bestowed.

SO beyond all of us, we are to step aside. Glowing in the silence; because noise is there, and it’s a alarm that you’re alive.

 

If U listen once, U will listen twice…my body can’t escape it cause eye feel so nice

Ejaculation perfect rhythm…guaranteed 2 leave u feeling like a cookie wall…. – A wet cookie wall

The dopamine rush is about 2 commence y’all!

-    88 N I E C N I R P ^^

 

 

Rigid Stimulation

 

Rigid Stimulation

Enticing…Rigid Enticement.
I’ll go ahead and bite, because I’ve been strapped by the fallacy of a poison.
Rushing through my veins…Not moving because of a station parked in the edge of concrete ice.
Exploring a new adventure, and bringing comfort to the muscle of contraction.
Within the garden of right and wrong, is the appeal of the rose and its thorns.
The thorns made an agreement with my flesh, and the result was the blood.
Just then, the blood raced down my finger…
I began to contemplate why I held it with excitement.
Still my caress was that of sheer amazement, for beauty is with threatening expense.
As enticing and engaging as it became, my grasp became honored with delight!
The stimulation left me once again, rigid….
I couldn’t help but move into ecstasy.
 
Can YOU?

 

EXERCISE AND CONFRONTATION

As you know, water is important. :)

Drink more of it!

It is healing to properly exercise awareness. If you don’t like what has been brought to your understanding. I am truly sorry to hear that. Education requires confrontation. The past can’t be misleading if it truly happened. How will you answer to its revelation? Will you run? Will you hide and drink some wine in desperate attempts that others won’t find it? The truth finds you; it will take off your dress. It is important to mention that it is as ugly as you believed it to be. The most beautiful yet ugly revelation you have been blessed to see. Your stomach may growl and your blood may race; but if you had any idea you were alive; you would drink more water; which is the truth. If you really want to live; you will drink more of the truth. Change your methods of consumption; feed more of the spirit and mind.

Experience of The WOW

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What calculates an experience is a mix of adventure, determination, and  spontaneity. Perhaps one of the most fiercest combinations of action and reaction is involved. Seeing Prince and  3rdEyeGirl was ‘The Unexpected‘ because it was an invitation, I received in the stillness of the moment.

They extended their hand and I trusted it would be the journey – what an expedition it was!

Never mind the time of night; the rushing in my veins felt like a pack of endorphins shot up to the sky. I carefully misplaced my expectations because I understood this experience was to be sealed in.

The question of Plectrum Electrum has been a ancient mystery to any Prince fan. If you’ve followed ‘3rdeyegirl’ at all you would know how important ‘Plectrum Electrum’ is. It is more than a sound but a injection – very lethal I might add.

Prince has found comfort in private listening parties of the album/but at the very least it would allow some to confirm; this actually exists!

Doors open and only 15 are allowed to partake in first session. Heads bang and we all are taken by the sound and the sudden surprise of it all.

This continues to happen over the course of about 13msessions. Filled with surprises and sounds which are in depth of kaleidoscopic sounds and vibrations. You feel yourself arising into a plane made possible through the conjecture of sound. Some of it surprises you by the boisterous sounds and sequencing but you breathe it in and allow it to make meaning to you.

After the interaction of sound and converse of reaction, everything becomes fruitful as the night rises to a close. At least that’s what it feels like. At this point I was in the calming vibration of glamor and ability.

I was then ushered into a room, where I had a chance to talk to Prince about the distortion of sound and how it relates to compression, and how one is able to experience music.

What Prince was essentially saying to me, is that….the physical (Life) is being replaced by the digital (Artificial). He believes, mp3’s can be convenient for obvious reasons, but they are not for recording HI-FI recording. (Which is what his albums sounds like) Mp3’s are not faithful to the original recording, portions of the original are not there, and the compressions has ripped apart emotion and life out of the music.

So high frequency information is being exterminated, and he does not want us to hear his albums in this fashion. He believes people are not starting to care, and he wants to change that. He wants people to connect, especially since when he makes the record, he knows how it sounds. SO he feels like the work he has put through is not being understood. It’s convenience!

Listening to Prince, and talking to him one on one, outside of listening to him on Speaker phone was exciting, because you realize how funny he really is. He had a lot of jokes about accents also, the richness and depth to sound, it flowed from a place of understanding and it was a pleasure to be apart of it.

An experience engulfed with improvisation and musical depth. I’ve learned by the nature of being called within, there is power in sound, allowing the music to sink into the veins.

EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE, YOU NEED SOME O’L SKOOL COMPANY!

THANKS 4 THE COMPANY!

Captured Glimspe By Way Of Withering Eyes.

With a Capture, only a glimpse is granted to my withering eyes.

Writing keeps the secret encoded from the inspiration above and within.

A light which flatters the deepest and decaying cave of inspiration.

For she is not dark, but enlightened with a whisper that speaks to the sublime of his consciousness.

Vexed by the returning age of transmission.

A pulse is renewed and blood races with muscle and tissue..

Deeper by the release of its power.

The promise of revelation is assured by the undressing principle.

Mobile fractions are formulas of destination, traveling into planes of the bizarre and graceful.

Eyes wither but they are yet strong with divine sight and mobility.

 

B,Spain LightN Yellow

Barcelona, Spain ^^