for the schizophrenic, community and the magic which they foster in their hearts, which lives on, I write this and those distant cities and villages, where the spirits are alive as they once were, and all growing back I offer the Pomo and Wanti, and my trickster heart and ways, for without them what am I? But let me tell you about the craziness of schizophrenia, I am here not and my life, I have no real motivation, I feel bad but I keep my ways strong as priestess of wanti and I rock for the Earth Wanti and all the beings here and there with love, though there are images and it seems not that it all really was a delusion, I've been using cannabis as medication, sparingly and it has helped to calm things down, now voices are not so common, and I still believe in magic but its a bit different, where before I thought I was a ninja fighting someone with zen, and magic, and I defended myself, and at the end did find the source and my friend Nand healed it and broke the spell, and Nand is a knight from Wanti, the peacefulness also has to do with druidry, and keeping that way up and learning it, from the spirits, I believe when I took a leaf from a tree that the deer eat which is lemony they say see, we will not heard you, this is a true druid spirit. So I know this, the ways of the world, the healing goes out, from the drum, from all the vibration and action, across the soul it comes and it is a vibration and all things alive and an essence. Healing with that, and the medicine and its work, the work of Adawapayo when we meditate on it, and our relationship to it, and the paths of the soul.
But the fact that I can smoke weed outside my house and it can be seen as the medicinal and spiritual act that it is, finally after so many years is beautiful and a true healing, things like this really refresh your view and under the smiling moon I just sigh, life is funny how it ended up. making much movement is always strange and the spirits have a strange way of coming back at wierd times, its okay, I kind of like having them sometimes, when they aren't being negative and thats what I've been learning, the fairy magic helped me stay positive, and open to nature, the spirits, to the hidden people, and world. For the sake of art and comfortable expression much is lost. Its okay, the thing about nature is, its so thick and great, most of us, we have no idea, we come from a bit of a void, and our way is unique to us, each individual even, because all of them are universes. Just to go and feel the love and the warmth of Pomo and the trust that love begets love, itll be alright and fear goes away and it was only emptiness really a ghost and sulos is there, like everything thats every happened, these meager expressions are just minor adjustments maybe, they come from another land and the thoughts stream from them such, as is all learning, from higher planes and the thoughts, we climb up to reach them, I love getting up and living my life, I've decided to have a hermitage, for my faith is restored in the shamanic faith, and I take it up again, the mystic spirit in me, Everything is God! Shekinah, all beautiful all realized throughout this existence, all is realized, and yet, floats like water.. raining down over everything, and backwards as well. May Gretna be present for us, in that whwhich is closest rung to the simple truth, everything everywhere ceaselessly, there is no talk but talk of this, where Wanti meets Heaven, and among here, like the dawn meeting the eye such blessing and suprise where things are connected, i feel it working in my heart, who are you, God, the street, the valley, everything, the trampled grass, peeking up again now, trampled from our dance, our dance and our romance, for what else is life, and sadness happy drama too, holding together, this is my medicine my gift for loving all comes simple and is a practice, thanking all, easy to say, but its true, if there is a basic element, it is this, that says it is there, and it is good. It comes up in my head, I see people I never knew before, so sensitive now, are they mages or armidilloes, perhaps they are not such strangers. Haha, the rumblings of the east, the relaxing lesson of the west, the unity of it all for the one who walks in circles, among many, all our circles paint to God like Cezanne, brilliant thoughts, and the Goddess is the space where those thoughts occur.
Oh it is all the same, infinity! running sweet the
world dharma floating in the street, loving barefoot among the blossoms naturally, across roots sown again we are just giving back we are just holding on we are just reaching tall, fall away this emptiness, come truth love ripplesque all in truth any named anythinged, true, another cricket, what could be, manifestations the associations of everything
mentioned all came down to nothing again it wasn't happening, it stopped, died, so many times, so many, what crazy miracle, this thing life it is perhaps endless, even in death, the spirit,oh, the implications the joy, everything rings in such divine harmony, blessing to all for it seems to materialize, it is alive its God...
our entire lives, everywhere it is there, it is ourselves and the other and it is all the poeticism and feeling as well as the reason that can seem so perfect and flawless and truly is. these plants, this woods keeps me going, it has a joy and a fruit and a wisdom to it, just as spiritual as any non physical thing, it borders so perfectly on the line meeting the two, so nature is a shaman between peace oh like the blue flowers of the horizon and the hands and the drums as we burst out into the night from that old sid we used to stay in singing and living and eating how the time passed out here, its beautiful and different and the other side it seems, wandering never had no end to it, she's wise there, she's blessed both ends are one and they all knew together, each one they met themselves each one back to the essence it was all just like a great tree, this is the way of druidry, and they are singing like that so many hear, sometimes so excited almost hissing out it can be scary, but its just a matter of writing and following the path as it appears and here it is clear enough, the days, like a calendar, you wonder what it really is, just the astrology of all these things, i'm one to defy fate, and bring about a revolution of soul, the heart knows, ad it seeks, wanti grows in the way of truth which rises in everything that has every happened for all of it is you, love, back to that, and that sacrament which springs from it, it always seemed to be this way, or so is tradition that it would seem, and it times like now where the young seem so old and the old so young, or perhaps it was always that we, we have no way of knowing, sometimes I chuckle at the games our ancestors play with us, the universe, I laugh, deep down, the eternal part of me knows and is wedded to all of you, we have done this, again and again, such is our art, such is the dharma of being, and so everywhere the path is clear now, joy!