In the midst of the post-rapture madness, my tribe and I had a pow-wow in Ladybug’s backyard - to fly with the grey geese and enjoy some green dirty dancers . We sat in the circle of love and unraveled around each other, sharing our personal experiences during the Dying Age . It was clear from the stories shared that we are all facing our own tragedies in our own way . We are all coming face to face with the reality that the world of our parents is a lie, that the structures that we relinquish our freedom to cannot protect us, and that life is a vulnerable thing .

Lately, I’ve been more tapped in than ever . I’ve planted a web around my tribe that is gaining more and more strength as every day passes . We are more connected than ever, and there are some days where I wake up and I just feel a sadness that I can’t understand . It is an experience I can’t put into words, because in my own mysterious and transcendental way, I am going through my tragedy . I am becoming self-aware of the fragility of human existence, just as my entire tribe has in their own way, and as you are in yer own unique way .

We are conditioned with so much shame linked to our parents and the needless suffering of the Pisces Age . We carry our cross and stay lip-locked, but by “telling our story with our whole hearts” (which is the true definition of courage), we were able to fill that void with joy and gratitude . The vibrations of our voices when we expressed the hurt in our hearts echoed to the cosmos and healing came down . It was certainly a night of tears and celebration . I became aware, sitting in this circle with my fellow outlaws, that this was our government . This was our hospital . This was our church . And in the upcoming years, when the ivory towers of our fathers crumble, this is all we will have .

The town that I live in is bankrupt . Vallejo has become the Wild Wild West, a game of cowboys and indians warring with each other over what it means to be alive . The land has become virtually lawless, dead shopping malls are reaching the sky, and more and more people are being evicted from their homes . In these trying emotional times, we are going to need each other . We are going to need a garden of love to survive . To survive the movements of the planets, the echos of the cosmos, and the struggle of day to day life .

There will come a time when language will be meaningless, and the old language will be replaced with empathy and healing . When we will stop worshiping the decisions of our predecessors, and we will remember that we are prehistoric pioneers: creating history everyday and discovering the impossible every moment that we are courageous .

During the silent panic of the psuedo-rapture, I came to realize that human life comes down to connection . Its why we surrender to love, create art, choose our clothes, crowd our churches, trip on drugs - you name it . We all seek connection . And these connections will give us strength during our trials and emancipation from the ways of futures passed . This is the time to grow the garden . Our souls are wounds, the piece of us that detached from the universe’s umbilical and is at oneness with every living thing . During all our dances in darkness, we must use the light to become self-aware and realize our intrinsic need for love and connection, and pioneer this paradoxical world of ours - telling our stories with our whole hearts .

Loves, we are all in search of a state of mind where we feel that we are worthy of love and belonging . You are not alone, but you must affirm that you are worthy of it yourself . You will only be found and felt by those in search of a feeling . Be sure to hold on for one more day, and believe in yourself . As I say this to you, I say it to myself . There are times where I must refer to my own blog for my own words of encouragement, because the dance of life is sometimes rough and we can sometimes forget our place in the universe . Have no fear, you are never off the path . We need only to shine the light, to remind us that our feet are still on the ground . So I offer you all love and light . Love: in order to see yourself . And light: to see yourself in everything . You are worthy of love and belonging . The birds sing it, the waters sing it, and air sings it as it dances with trees . You are complete and you are whole . So go pioneer that world of mystery, and be sure to tell yer story with yer whole heart .

Lovers never lose .