Sometimes, every once in a while a song will show up in my oracle listening station – ie spotify “discover weekly” in this case, and It will be the only thing on repeat for a week straight. I’m listening to it on full blast at uncomfortably high levels right now in fact (as far as my tests have gone – this is the only way I [personally] recommend listening forward).
mystery track of the week –
Flesh Failures (Let the Sunshine in) – Julie Driscoll
I think the bass is super healing for me, I love the base in this song. I feel like a submissive cat listening to it, I kinda go into a trance playing it [bass that is], like when you take a bb kitten by the scruff of it’s neck fuzz and no matter how bitchy of a mood it was in it gets all docile.
There’s this place ’round the end of the song where everything gets kinda hysterical – Julie Driscoll’s vocals especially – she just does this one thing that makes the whole song, – but it’s a controlled hysteria… and it really just brings it all the fuck together, it’s so great.
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Just like seeing kittens go flying across the room, to then get closer, to see the pup taking the kittens by their faces in his mouth, flinging them across the room with slobbery kitten heads, watching them run back for more fun. true story. nick my first pup, we were pups together. miss that guy.
haahahahhaha.
the songs that have shown up on the playlist algorithm of my 2,000 song + collection as I have just once again sat down to write – aren’t half bad to mention. I guess I have to do these logs – the micro logs. cause that’s part of the whole point, part of these thesis hypothesis’. but also what ever get’s written gets written, then it becomes it’s own track, the story [that doesn’t get written in words] is there stored in time, in the story, in the brain (somewhere just try to poke it with an electrode and you’ll see!!!)…. it’s gotta be a pretty epic movie – the “[Your name HERE] MOVIE – the life reels that you watch after you ride on over into the next iteration of conscious form, after having said sayonara to this terrestrial saga, this original life.
in these recent minutes –
1)Flesh Failures ( Let the Sunshine in) – Julie Driscoll
2)Ojos Del Sol – Y La Bamba. (Have not heard this in rotation in some time…)
3)Brother Where are you – Mathew Herbert Remix. (nor this one)
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Sirena mermaid tarot card mezcal print with a 6 in the left top corner. nice.
began my business today. Lucky. tomorrow I will tell you about my pardon, my pass(?), somehow breaking the curse (?) (she free), idk… maybe there be shifting energies. and trust.
I’ve decided after yesterday’s interview that I will not be going on a deathventure to the sea of Cortez on a makeshift sailboat. good decision.
anyhow, happy full moon friends. more soon free.
(the free part was an autocorrect – of who knows what else I would have been writing. keeping this one short and sweet.)
hahahaha oh but this last track is pretty sexy. it reminds me of New Orleans, listening to in on blast and singing it in my back yard in the kiddy pool next to the fire pit, having way too much fun being kinda “bad”… best life ya know! I’ve been loving my memories lately.
4) Some Things never seem to Fucking work – Solange.
She lives there ya know – Solange. I’m pulled right back to that back yard, those beautiful years. trade nothin for the rainbow and them stars that have shown so freaking bright in the darkness I have no way to look away from their grace and brilliant light.
for the music. viva is my god given name. call me by my true name – that song came to me this morning and I sang it on the ladder with my coffee. I feel like I am she and she is me now, it’s just a thing that has happened. oh good. I have learned to love myself, and who I have created myself to be, I am proud of my life and the way I have moved through it, I am proud of what I have to give to the world now, and it feels like a huge relief to see it now with such clarity. this was the thing all along. I had to feel the love inside of myself, foster it, believe it really. had to shift the energies, cause I guess my whole life I have been working really hard to be better. and now I’m really fucking proud of myself because I have been around some pretty wild bends and I am so grateful for this life and every silver thread.
(you always kinda know that, even when you are going crazy – we get all wacko and the imbalances that we live out in our lives only are the symptoms of where there is something that needs healing, and, well —– balance). and this is the thing that has already started shifting the energy for me – that I am noticing in myself, quite immediately I see. so so so so so excited to see what happens next. I have my stories, and my intuitions, but I am well traveled and I know that the destination is not the journey, I trust in the universe and where it leads. I trust in the process, the process is the [life] story, genesis of the soul, and it is something that us humans can all relate to pretty fundamentally – hence having created art and religion and psychology – all these ways to try to decode and describe the indescribable -the fucking essence – the most simple thing of all… and it’s so funny to get these momentary glimpses where you get punched in the face and everything you’ve been searching for & other from, is right before your eyes, and everything is in balance just like it should be, or should have been, and there’s an avenue that seems maybe like a different shade of the reality that has been going on autopilot this whole time… kinda wow.
I have been setting up a whole new life- a whole new worrrrld – [don’t you dare close your eyes]. v stoked, fingers crossed, $$$ million dollar rocket love kinda stuff. just a stream of consciousness kinda night. she told me her name was lucky, she said my business would be blessed. I usually prefer to write a bit more well hydrated. but not tonight. howl. happy full moon.
and I’m gonna drink some water, and light a candle to Yemanja, road opener, peace, anchor, bloom, springtime is a yes.
