Posted in Unrelated Truth-Pours on Feb 22nd, 2007
I woke up this morning in a steady tear-flow, vividly recalling the bizarre yet sensical meanderings my mind and spirit took in the absence of consciousness. Boo snuggled in at my feet, looking as if he was standing guard – in protection. My little mystic shield. I dreamt about Daddy. Not about him, specifically, but [...]
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I have to hurry and get through all of the ceremonies so I can start sorting this manic/nose-diving aftermath. How does one be a spiritual beacon in a cesspool? I know it’s possible. I just need your help. But first, Night Four. All right, so, we’re fresh on the heels of meeting Jesus, going ape-shit [...]
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Fitting that I’m squared and ready to spill my memories of Ayahuasca Night Two and everything is aching. A tiny bit of repeat. Something far too familiar. Z is silent today. I guess you could say we had a bad night, but I found it stimulating. Easy for me to say. We hit Children of [...]
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