The best poet the world hasn't heard of. Yet.
I found that when I was without a place, like you walk into a house or an apartment or a room, you say, “This is my place,” I compartmentalized everything into a pause button except staying safe and alive. I am gradually coming out of that place. I don’t quite remember how I found out that Kamala Harris was the Democratic Nominee for president.
I don’t know that I have experienced what Reverend Mitchell talks about toward the last third of his video, a taste of universal love. I have spent a lot of time in what I call survival mode, and I don’t have judgement about my being there, where I had compartmentalized everything else and honed in on doing ‘the next survival thing.’
Continue reading “This Love”I’m a meta-physician. I believe that Jesus the Christ was very good at being a meta-physician. He wasn’t a Christian since there were no Christian churches. He was probably a more advanced spiritual being wearing a meat suit like us, and more closely aligned with the universal mind than us.
Continue reading “Since I Had to Say Something”I’m sharing a 21 day practice that was passed on to me.
I don’t usually use the word “God” for the universal presence because the word comes with a lot of connotations of a man in the sky or organized religion that I don’t agree with.
Continue reading “Recitation”I asked the universe to let me hate whiteness instead of hating people when they disappoint like clockwork. Since I have been homeless for two years, hating is far too easy and harmful to me, and to me alone.
Continue reading “Got Woke?”
This morning I posted this on Facebook on a closed fundraiser there. It’s starting to get so that I feel like I should share my things here.
This sounds harebrained. But, someone once said life makes sense if you can see it backwards. If you can see the end, you will know that the things that came before make sense.
Continue reading “Life’s Backwards View”
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I took some time out from the world, the wars, the confirmation hearings of a black woman to the supreme court. I took a rest from my financial troubles of trying find a permanent place to live, to reunite with my shabby old grey and white cat, to write fiction.
Continue reading “If I Were Him”
I woke up with a sore throat and achiness again. What now? Stay home for 10 days?Last week, I thought the end game was finding a living place in which to cloister myself and never get COVID-19 again.
Continue reading “What’s the Endgame?”