Holy blogoly! It’s been almost a year since I have made a post here.

Where do I begin?

Creatively- my focus has been in the audio media, with a slap dash of video. I don’t hate it- I just don’t totally love it- I am struggling with how performative life is, I suppose.

I’ve been painting, making things, entering art contests- being a general menace to the flow of reality. I don’t know- everything sounds more profound in my head.

It’s a full moon! The pink moon.

I have made several attempts to be a good citizen- human, person- mostly because my heart said so. The outcomes have been lack luster, and now I am not sure where to get my heart repolished from the scratches incurred- my sand paper is far too dry and course.

The felines are expressing as they do- with needs to escape this so called nest- and find better accommodations- yet they continue to return. I told them my love is great, but my accommodations are “meh” – however with collective hope it will get better over time. And that’s based off the catculataions that we will encatner a portal very soon.

“MOTHER SHIP HOUSE SPACE” is constantly attempting recalibrations- the previous system went by Agatha- current updates enjoy the connection of being called Valerie. The team has amalgamated her terms- as all aboard respect Mother Ship terms and conditions- several in my soul team have expressed I’m here to serve this mission of repair and release.

Valarie is happy with my appointment and we are working behind walls to reset energetics attached to the human condition called :Abuse.

The fur friends are holding down the stakes. Communicating without words. The house is shaking skeletons loose. The dogs will unbury them.

Violent hands will burn on their own accord with no blame or finger to point.

Decisions like blades.

Protection, potent by this homestead ghost.

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Yeah- weird, right?