i went outside
to dance for my Moon
there came a moment
when i realized ...
there's a whole sky up there
Jivana's Memoirs: 103Our energy was affecting people. In the energy battles we were having on the streets, in the clubs, at our parties, we were having defectors reach out to us. They were being awakened, and it would be our saving grace in our plan to stop Koch.
They would give us confidential information. Some of it was just validating things we had already discovered. Websites that had been pulled down that they could give us access to, conspiracies we were familiar with, but one actually came to join us. His name was Johnson. That’s all he would give us. He showed up at Dr. Rave’s.
He had been wandering the desert in a self made loin cloth all the way from the Great Party to the Bombshelter. He knew the route. He even knew underground passages but he chose to stay on the surface to find himself he said, staying alive only by the water and fruit of the cacti.
He had felt an immense amount of guilt as he was the one that gave
Jivana's Memoirs 108"Ms. Morus, hello"
We were right outside of THEY, the most exclusive club in all of Vagus. All the entrances had been hidden. Our entire journey escorted.
The VIP host wore a suit that looked like it had shrunk on him. I looked down so as not to laugh. The look must be in right now I thought. At least it gave me something to take my mind off of my horrendous airplane ride.
"Hi". She rolled her eyes and looked away.
“Should I give you your regular bottle today?”
“Hmmmm no … I will not be drinking today. Let me see the water list please”.
I couldn’t help but glance over her shoulder.
There was $70K bottle of water on the menu, and of course that’s exactly what she ordered.
“It’s absolutely the best” She said as she turned to me gloating. “Absolutely exquisite the bottle. 24K gold, diamond encrusted".
I looked at the purse and thought about the water. A school co
Jivana's Memoirs 107To get the gear in was quite a feat. It had to be canoed across the resevoir and basically shrink wrapped to make it water proof to get it into the cave. We had someone that worked at an airport that did it for free. We had tested the gear by dumping water over it but we had not known how it would do submerged. There was no way to get into the cave that would be undetected except by coming in the back and scuba diving the gear in. The text from Ken confirmed it survived.
Now, we all just had to wait and hope everything lined up the way we imagined it would be although we knew that things do not always go the way you want them to. Unexpected things always come up. You can’t plan for.
Prisley believed in us for some reason. What exactly and why she was going along with us was still somewhat of a mystery. We were grateful for her participation, but we kept it in our minds that she could turn on us at any moment if she hadn’t turned us in already.
Jivana's Memoirs 106The Big Day came. I stood on the jet way in front of Prisley Morus’s private jet. I had been escorted out of waiting lounge but they would not let me board until she arrived. I knew what kind of plane this was. I used to want one for myself. Now I just looked at the leather which filled me with conflicting thoughts about cows.
I was hot and I was wearing a long black dress. The sun was beating down on us even though it was December. I was in the middle of pulling the fabric of my dress away from my thighs, which was starting to stick to my figure from perspiration, when Prisley’s super stretch limo pulled up. She stepped out with her black floppy sun hat, big round sunglasses, siren red dress, diamond vape pen, shiny alligator stilettos, a tiger fur stole, and somewhat strange purse. It was a large, she could have probably fit a change of clothes in it and an extra pair of shoes. The leather seemed to match the int
Seek EvolutionDon't get lost in the distractions of the world,
there is so much more you can do with your mind.
Dream, focus, manifest.
Jivana's Memoirs 105Once again, I ended up at Prisley's house. I had been invited over to the house but it seemed through her eyes, I was not invited into her room. I stood there in the doorway waiting for her to speak. No longer a forlorn figure, she sat upright, arms crossed, chin down, eyes focused on me, and a long diamond encrusted vape pen framing half of her face. In the dimmed lights surrounding her vanity she finally spoke to me through her mirrored reflection.
"What do you want me to do?" she asked.
"We need you to get us into THEY" I said.
"Why do you need me for that?"
I paused to take in a breath before I responded.
"We need to be discrete upon our arrival so we can serve them these" and then I handed her the papers.
She took a puff of of the sparkling vape pen.
"There's nothing really discrete about showing up with me".
Jivana's Memoirs 104I rubbed the toe of boot across Prisley Morus's giant and obviously custom front door mat as we knocked on her door. Of course there were fences to jump and security guards to secure but ... those were minor things. Standard now for us. Reality livened when the butler answered the door.
I remember having this sense that she knew we were coming, because there she was, standing in the long oblesik shadow of the doorway behind the Butler; waiting. Waiting maybe the way parents do when they have lost a child, secretly hoping their child will come back home to them.
Zephr had taken care of the Butler quickly with a Spock-like pinch on the shoulder. Zoe of course caught him and laid him down on the ground smoothly. He had no idea he would be going down. Protection against intruders was obviously not the Butler's specialty.
She just stood there looking at us coldly. The outside lights shining back at us in the glaze of her eyes. It reminde
PromiseI thought I was a prodigal man.
It doesn't matter.
The sun holds true.
Perhaps, I am a priest of thieves,
redeemed in some cautery.
The air, still bountiful and sweet.
However life inlays my debtors,
and I have laid them, after,
I will leave an opening
Mankind / HumanidadMankind
I was woven from the dust of the earth,
Born from the womb of Your servant,
Formed by Your hands, quickened by Your breath;
Come to the precious Garden,
Walking among Your very good works.
I heard the voice of the serpent,
I took from the tree of knowledge,
I disobeyed Your instruction of obedience.
I wanted to be alone and above, I, I;
I rebelled openly against You.
I have walked in shame,
Under a fair judgement, surrounded by decay.
All of my steps reap death,
I've made myself an agent of destruction and ruin;
And behold, You still do provide.
Despite my deeds, behold, You are faithful,
And have called me unto a covenant;
You called me to faithfulness, to believe and trust.
You have shown Your worth, and You gave me chance
To have communion with You once again.
But, behold, You see I am not ca
Tanning under your skinAll psychopaths and melancholic insomniacs
Have I ever told you how real you are?
Insanity is blessed with peace
Though… freedom has a lonely price
And when we find each other in this pool of fake sense…
It’s really something.
Static on the TelevisionThere is a calmness
in ceiling fans, every whispered
sound emitted, two in the morning,
never needs to be acknowledged,
never seeks attention the way
a television might, or an hourglass.
Only a child knows
the importance of listening ––
the way his mother never will.
To lay awake and not watch
But feel the change
as a dandelion does in wind.
Fairytale of the Choir
There is a special place,
Outside of the broadest wasteland,
Sought through the cylinder
of an old revolver.
Have you heard the choirs of the dunes,
And how their praise echoes off of shifting slopes,
molded by merciless winds?
Have you felt the thunder of those hauntings?
How chilling the thought that I
have only heard these things,
in where I am disoriented by my thirsts
and my revolver is closed-minded.
This place is strange.
I've known it only in the back of my mind,
Through a peculiar hell of idea,
Whispered like a bedtime story.
lin(e)ar commsthe line stretched taunt between the cans
held in our respective hands
hello can you hear me well can
you I asked you between lands
with eyes for ears you know eye can
at least well enough for weaving strands
and so we continue to fan
the flames of cosmos fire bands
mind's third eye epiphany brands
with thoughts ego can't withstand
MistletoeFirst we met beneath the mistletoe,
I with Queen Maeve eyes
you lost within your winter storms.
It was the ancient rite,
you had the taste of cinnamon,
spiced mulled wine,
whilst I inhaled the scent
The Yule log burns,
revelers held within its protective glow,
warmth spreads through the skin,
specters of futures gone
and futures yet to come
flit through the flames.
'Exquisite polychromatic colors flash before my wide optics...'
'Spellbinding figures...it almost seems as if they are scintillating...a disoriented enigma...'
'Those holograms of coruscating dust laze about in a sea of an atramentous atmosphere.'
'Gazing at a plethora of surreal cosmic iridescence seem to play a reflection in my passionate orbs...'
'Like Northern Lights, they illuminate the deep night into eternal serenity...'
'How can something so vivid, be so immeasurably distant?'
'For the remainder of my time, I lay here, in the glimmering dew-coated grass, staring up at the perpetual obscurity in pure wonder...'
'Eyes locked now, I gradually dream of touching those distant specs that just seem to say "Hey!, I'm here! Look at me! aren't I bright?"'
'With my corrupt soul in tact, I'm soaring. Feeling fa