“A lady in green on a bike!!!” someone said emphatically as I was crossing the crosswalk @ the 24th and Folsom intersection on my way to get a coffee out in the fresh world. I was not wearing green, nor was I moving by way of wheels, nor did I see any such creature around on the streets at the time of exclamation. I looked down all four street directions – north south east and west, no green lady to be seen.
Green has been coming up frequently these days… recalling a lyric about being reborn with green skin. I wonder if one of these mornings I might wake up green… it is my natural color after all. Thinking of my soul self who has been appearing to me in my dreams; Green, teal, and extremely powerful. Hahah she must be a freakin’ wild BADASS to have opted into these earth missions!
I think of Viva, she was there with me in Mexico all along, though it took me years to formally find her name, and write her into the story. Her painted photograph had been given to me – my painted photograph – me in green, had been given to me (with unlikely probably) just before that journey.
Red eye, Green eye – One of my very first clues in the beginning of the game, it has puzzled me, stuck with me over many iterations and tiers of understanding. I may only now have a clue into the nature of it’s meaning.
A truck drives by with the words “Green Flash” written on it.
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Mission stoop, coffee and notebook. Inside of the notebook reads:
“Atlas X. I will embrace the writing of the worlds, I will remain calm, and will keep my navigation systems aligned with the truth, with the heart – aligned with love, tethered to bloom.
Today is the solstice, and today I declare my intention for the upcoming year, for the future that is being written.
I declare, in writing, that I choose love.
I choose the path of the heart – taking my lessons from love, and no longer from a place of suffering. Choosing to be aware of the darkness, but to revel in the light. I will be bold, I will expand, no longer shall I stay dormant in the invisible prison of ulterior design.
I choose the gateway of love. This is the door I am opening. All possible worlds that exist here on out will have this tether, the spirits and muses of mindset, will always remember, & through the music and messages we will always skillfully return the story back to love, no matter what.
The door of love is open, the neon sign is flashing. All roads lead to home.”
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***She reaaady for the universe now!!!***
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Towel, check. Plotline, check. Now to get my grandfather’s watch fixed!
Upon walking back from my Folsom Street writing perch, a guy in passing looked at me and said “Good choice!!”
And there, in the middle of the street was a green ball.
Follow the green ball.
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((Publisher’s Note- just noticed this was published on Dec 22 @ 12:22, technically it’s Dec 21 4:22, but I’ll leave it cause I’m into that kind of thing))
