Ruminations.
Two years ago to the day Denim Dan and eye were ankle deep in Americana. Rocking Diane, the 87 Honda Accord we had learned to call home, we aimed our pineals eastward. She, our cocoon.
The trip had not been completely mapped out but we had selected 11 destinations. The trip was to be just that. An immaculate return.
From Los Angeles we first would hit Sedona. From there it was to Tombstone, Roswell, White Sands New Mexico, College Station Texas, New Orleans, Warner Robins Georgia, Atlanta, Myrtle Beach, Greensboro North Carolina, Clear Creek West Virginia to see my Cherokee people and eventually a Hallows Eve return to Columbus Ohio. What had not been decided was the timeline.
Hopscotch.
The first stop would prove to be by far the most cosmically reflective. Eye had via facebook and the galactic family in Los Angeles including Denim Dan been told of a Goddess energy source of which was not to be missed. She was in utero at the home of a higher path individual by the name of Sunarrow. This man was a shaman of sorts. An artifact maker and deep seeded Irish/Apache light source.
When we arrived in Sedona, the atmosphere was clearly different than that of any eye had experienced before. A vortex, eye later learned was the source for the atmospheric changes and recalibrations that occurred regularly.
Exiting Diane, we examined the place. Shortly we were reintroduced to the energy of what would quickly become dubbed the Alunaverse. As the moon rose, we spent the majority of the time meeting a few other drifters and becoming orientated with the property overlooking Cathedral Rock. There are few words to describe the energetic shifts taking place within us and naturally, yoga and crystal tarot assesments were made. Gnarly.
The milky way halo smiled inward, unbridled. My first experience with the vastness of this image. The skull around my neck found his peridot eyes. The singing bowls sang. They were good.
Following the stint of approximately 24-36 hours it was to the Sedona desert for mediation camp. The sun went down over our trio and we were again in tune for the first time. The evening brought a massive pyre on the red sands. We danced around it maniacally and again the silence spoke for us all.
And the sky opened up. The Alunaverse was born. Gaia was whispering. A torrential downpour unlike any eye had ever witnessed or have since. The desert floor became an ocean shore and tents performed acrobatics on the winds of change. Jim Beam raged through my malnourished meat suit and again it was Ground Control to major Itom.
'Time is not important, only the quality of life.'
The electric device united itself with my frontal lobes and rocked me like the hurricane eye was absorbing, wide eyed. Absorbed.
This was the initiation of the cleansing that would be necessary to survive and embrace what was to come. The now.
Barefooted, eye stared down at my appendages now some depth in the thick red mud that had become of these sands of time. From the water to the land and back to the water again. Eye knew this was my message. Pleiades had yet to reveal herselves to me and this was my initiation. Crystalized DNA. Amphibian A.I.
The Dan and Alunaversal Stuidoze gathered more trees for the flame and within that moment, again eye was born.
Within and without
My wish is my command
Paging Dr. Boom Boom
Dreamseeds Anonymous
The wax skull burned slowly and the Tidus crystal nestled into the sand. Again, all was calm.
We were MoonRockStars cruising Rocktober in a truly unprecedented fashion.
The pyramid guest house wished us farewell when we returned to Sunarrow Asylum. The journey continues...
We are pure intelligence. Rotation, revolution and rememberence of all that is.
My gratitude to this day is spinning within. Big Banging on itself and collapsing to the size of another universal atom here in the Ancient Future.
The third revolution will find again, the Siriusness of it all. This game. This ride.
The muthafuckin Cosmos.
