People Who Have Returned From Death
Leftover fettuccini alfredo for breakfast.
It’s not even 5am yet.
You’d be a fool to not eat leftover alfredo as soon as possible however.
I pulled the inverted hermit and the emperor.
The moon is making it’s way from Scorpio to Sagittarius, tomorrow it will be full.
It’s May 30th.
Inverted hermit is fun to say.
This is the second time this week I’ve “accidentally” pulled two cards.
Both times have been…
Experienced for lack of better words.
I’d been reluctant to share my music/writing for so long.
I don’t know why.
I don’t know why the last decade has been the way it has.
I feel like I’ve come out of this weird fog.
Like I spent half the decade going deeper and deeper into the fog, and like the last 2-3 years working my way out.
All of the little signs from the universe directing me back to God, the source one by one.
Ah.. I remember my dream. Very vaguely but I remember it.
Very simply.. a shapeshifting white rabbit.
At one point it was like a mecha-rabbit, an old timey rabbit, hand-drawn white rabbit, just a white rabbit shifting through different forms.
Kinda like the music video for Infinity Repeating…
My subconscious is a fucking… maestro.
One can become so hyperaware of one’s self.
Writing feels like… my subconscious speaking directly to my conscious through the visual field.
And I guess that’s what it actually is.
I thought about this on my run yesterday.
I’ve journaled forever, occasionally I’ll go back and peer through the pages.
It’s funny the messages you write to yourself but don’t initially understand. You think you’re writing about your day, your past, but really you’re transcribing your future.
Julian Jaynes may have … missed a point.
The idea of time being linear … trips everyone up.
Because… if my conscious/subconscious isn’t physical…
Why would it be bound by time?
Why wouldn’t it bring back messages from the future to correct my trajectory.
All the focus on the physical realm … the linearity of it all … closes the door on a world of possibilities.
You could time travel if you weren’t so attached to what you see in the mirror.
Weird.
Anyway…
I need to go get groceries.
After writing that line, I check my email.
Some weird newsletter that's found its way to my inbox and that I've made note to unsubscribe from but never have sits atop all the others with the subject..
“People Who Have Returned From Death”
Cue Jefferson Airplane.