Echos Of Existence

 Number nines are about letting go. self realization of one’s reality is detrimental to one pursuit of happiness. why often we allude ourselves through devices, mechanisms of discriminating despair from obliviousness.  one such devices ive used is art. drawing really.  I could say im a drawer. :| or I could not...second thoughts sometimes deserve to be first thoughts. time does not respect that....time does respect "its" language. we should observe that more...and distance....

 VOMMIT. --HE Cleaned up the crime scene, BEFORE calling 911 --reported I had GREEN hair. --uses alias of “Robert French”, a known rights leader in the area. T HIS IS MY LIFE -never had I dyed my hair a color. -why clean up crime scene -video of me parking car at red lion? (2005) ALL THIS IMPLIES THE GUY WAS A PREDATOR. Not to miss the fact that was shamed over “how bout I tie YOU up and have MY way with YOU.” Now fast forward to 2006, WSP. CO Staff claims I refuse an order. Put me into their new world order. Feed me drugs while “sleeping”(nightmarish scene)of coarse I wanted to get high, to escape wtf this even is. Reality is out of concordance. **** Eight hours, that night, of gut wrenching vomiting. A culmination of the pills, the blinding authority of “justice” and the nefarious means of the rotten and ill gotten. Their scope is really a mechanism for the greater evil, the ones drinking the Brandy and Scotch, leather wrapped oak, billiards in the distance ...

"Floaties" Good and evil, heaven and hell. It is difficult to imagine that one can experience these opposing states of existence within the same day—sometimes nearly in the same breath. I say “nearly” because it is almost as if the brain is conceptualizing an existence in which we are perpetually suspended in a single moment. In reality, energy is transference—a state of awareness of change itself.    Numerology, the I Ching, psychology, philosophy, and theology have all taught me ways to cope with and better understand the world around me. In conjunction with my own inner design, they bridge the gaps in areas that remain indescribable. For instance, as I go about my day, ever-changing vibes, thoughts, and attitudes wash through my vessel while my consciousness lingers on the edge between what feels normal and what feels strange. It is all vibes. It is all “he said, she said.” It is the media, the Epstein files, the bureaucracy surrounding so-called democracy and human righ...

update year nine...x2... To remember what I started a cycle ago...my current pursuits linger in my chest as pressure rises from falling grades.   I'm treated like a homeless transient, although with the flare of fame...internet fame.   My guitar sits in the 50 year old boat i purchased with student loans.   I type this in a VA Homeless shelter.   I could walk away...I thought I could make a way...I start to fall to the memories of where it started, depressed, repressed, I wonder to and fro through the chambers of my memories.       I start to blame the ones obvious. The life partners I chose to share breath with, that gets me no where, as it always revolves around personal choice to stay, to share, to open that channel. When I remember the life I use to have, the pleasantness around each share, the way the sun shone on all those days...beautiful, until one event...even that...        2005...in a strange land...

Welcome to Echoes of Essence: A Journey Through the Human Tapestry   In a world that often feels fragmented by the relentless pace of modern life, where headlines scream division and algorithms curate echo chambers, there exists a profound need to reconnect with what truly binds us: the raw, unfiltered essence of the human experience. This is the heart of my blog, *Echoes of Essence*—a digital sanctuary where music, poetry, art, social justice, awareness, insight, and community building converge to illuminate the beauty, struggles, and triumphs that define us all. Whether you're a seeker of inspiration, a creator yearning for connection, or simply someone navigating the complexities of existence, I invite you to pause, reflect, and engage. Here, we don't just observe life; we celebrate it, question it, and weave it into something greater. I love the direction the internet is evolving in. The advancements in data compression alone make it all worthwhile. What do you think? Sept...