In the vast wilderness of my consciousness, there is a chirping harmony dancing around to the beat of my bohemian heart, like crickets singing in the meadow, like birds cooing for rain, it tells me that I should get to know myself. Maybe thats the whisper of illumination, maybe that's the voice of prophecy, maybe thats the sound of my spirit bell cracking under the pressure of so much divine radiance.

I support art. I support our community creators, for they are the real contemporary historians! Those who choose to create as opposed to destroy their environment are those of us who will continue on humanity's unconscious move to find a higher consciousness, a more enlightened spirit path through the universe--one in which this nasty little society of automatons cannot measure with numbers and fancy poll time mumbo jumbo.
Creators must stick together, for in these times we are vastly outnumbered. But, what most do not understand is that we are really in control of the future perception of what our mystical times will bestow upon the generations of poor children who will have to clean up this human disaster.
The least I can do is bring the creative souls, the historians together for a cognizant brain storm of spirit cleansing. I support all who choose to create, and not destroy; regardless of their approach.

I like to give people the benefit of the doubt-- as upside down as they sometimes seem.

I dont want to live as a dog would chase his own tail; I much prefer the cosmic!
This requires new experiences, fresh faces, untold stories, spiritual collisions, etc.
One must live the life of laughter and love! After all, you cant build a castle on quicksand.

Something creative and stimulating--intellectually and spiritually. Lets go climb a tree! Or build a submarine!