Conjuring Slot Car Energy
Dear God, Make me like the slot car please…. zishing my path…and never jumping the track.
Ummmm….
Nas…
u r def in ur slot car mode.
I salute.
Kings Disease 1. 2020
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Magic 2021
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Magic 2. 2023
Magic 3. 2023
Light Years: 2025
Stay Focused.
Imaginal Cells
Perhaps, I’m quite late, but recently I learned about a thing called the “imaginal cells”
that’s what the scientist call them…
and though I don’t know who exactly coined the term… I feel a special way for them doing so … for the courage to acknowledge that level of truth… the courage to bring the word imagination into the world of science… and to exalt it back to a throne of divine intelligence. but this is not about them.
this is about the caterpillar and the butterfly.
and so much more.
I had come to know that the caterpillar completely dissolves in order to let go… and allow what is to become… but what I did not know…is that the caterpillar is not at all in a state of acceptance and allowance … rather, it is resisting the whole time.
having survived the attempts of being devoured by all who tried… it now resists its unknown destiny of going from inching and crawling—to fluttering. gliding. soaring.
it resist the very beautiful life that has been prepared for it next. that it has earned. That it was always meant to have.
but… it doesn’t matter. while the caterpillar is being resistant to the Unknown… to the newness it feels. the happening is still happening.
the Unknown still makes way for its own self… in this instance the unknown newness is of course the butterfly—not yet born… and yet already is and was a part of the caterpillar all along. ( kinda like how we each already lived inside our own grandmother’s bodies…. and didn’t even know it…)
So…while the caterpillar feels itself—it’s life— dissolving… these IMAGINAL CELLS… begin to emerge from within … they exist so deeply within the caterpillar…so quietly within it that the caterpillar doesn’t even recognize them… (hmph.) (that part is questionable to me.) (but nevertheless) it treats them as a threat… as a foreign body…. as a problem…… as something that must be gotten rid of… and so it tries. It tries hard. Its immune system fights hard against the newness. Against the blueprint of a new world once so deeply imagined. Kills off the imaginal cells as they form….
(I can’t help but to wonder how it all feels… i imagine … a strange fusion of … terror and ecstasy… peaceful familiarity and calamity… … home and wilderness…all at the same time… and I wonder about ones inability to see one’s own self… our inabilities to receive and accept beauty that is emerging … goodness. and… well.. insects have instincts better than we….so I just can’ believe that there is not some level of knowing… )
nevertheless. it resists.
but thru all the resisting… … the happening still continues… the imaginal cells accumulate. grows stronger. …the caterpillar’s immune system literally collapses from exhaust… from the exhaustion of resisting one’s own self. … critical mass of the imaginal cells occurs… and finally wings as already drawn down in the blueprint of the caterpillars dna… begins to take formation.
and ….well.
ain’t that grace if there ever was such a thing?
What u say Nipsey?… “Evidence of a divine presence?” for sure.
and then I get to wondering… God…well…why did you even bother with the Caterpillar… why not just go straight to the butterfly… why even put either of them through it?… but somehow the process is fused… designed that way… One Soul. 2 bodies. and the butterfly cannot exist without every detail that the caterpillar has experienced…and I guess that means that the caterpillar — no matter what it thinks or does … really can make no mistakes… it can’t mess this up! cause every bit of life experienced is the batter needed for its new life… for it to fully become…to truly BE. to take flight. all it really has to do is survive …. and the rest is already written. coded. hmph.
somehow it all gives me hope. u know. … that there’s a fail-safe on this whole shebang… and that maybe we can worry less. ... even if we don’t get it all “right” ...or try to sabotage it all… divine imagination shall still override this world. hmph. the “gentrification of good ness and rightness…so to say… it’s a good thought.
Here’s to hope.
here’s to courage.
here’s to love and grace.
Origins of the Wind…
Remembering… no matter the type, temp, or intensity..…
these winds… they all comes from the Sun…
The Elephants have Arrived...
You won’t see them. But they are here.
Doing the work that the elephants do.
Amber eyed…. and free.
5 days of Fire Medicine.
“I want to connect the earth to the Universe”
“I am exploring connection to an unseen power.”
“his legacy is written in fire.”
Oh Sky,
i bet you didn’t even know how wonderous so much adornment could feel….
and how much you’ve deserve such a being.
vs. the ones who have filled you with the so very un-beautiful things… the violent and destructive things
It makes sense that you’d settle
for and be content with still ness. and nothingness… over more of the same.
Madam Sky…you have and always will endure.
and through it all…you continue to show up giving birth the sun daily to light up this world… even in your own darkness you are the keeper and giver of light.
and then here comes this guy—this Man! … setting you afire in all the most wonderful of ways.
the love and ecstasy you must feel.
If the expansive sky could ever fall in love with the human being… of course it would be him.
who made it his goal to build a ladder connecting he to you…and you both to the heavens above.
… and when the finale booms…
I ‘m certain you cry in quiet streaks of smoke and still ness.
returning you back to the mundane.
to your sky full of alone ness.
to maintain and hold up all that you do.
Saturday. Sunday. Monday. Tuesday .Wednesday.
5 days of explosive
luminous.
beauty.
Cai Guo-Qiang, when your art is done—
I hope you take care of her please. i hope you stay with her in the silence until the debris —of explosives and heart shards have landed…
that you drive away slowly.
Oh to be the human being that the sky has opened her heart to.
when Chinese alchemists were developing elixir of immortality,
one recipe caused an explosion.
They named their discovery “fire medicine,”
the Chinese word for gunpowder.
From the very beginning, gunpowder has been about accidents,
loss of control and destruction.
But it's also been about the healing power and unseen energies.
I dreamed of becoming an artist when I was little, but like my father,
who was an avid painter himself, I was cautious and timid.
Caution is a fine quality in life, but not so in art.
Once upon a time
in a haystack of despair
Happiness sometimes hard 2 find (Yeah)
Africa divided
Hijack N the air
It's enuff 2 make U wanna lose ur mind
But i say...
It's only mountains
& the sea
Love will conquer
If U just believe
Oh yeah
It's only mountains
& the sea
If I ruled the world…
There was an ice cream shop my mom would take me to when i was little. Called the Pink Dipper, I think. The walls were pink. And all along the walls were shelves with toys. porcelain masks. and clowns. Very fine things. such beautiful things. And along with each self was a sign that read “YOU BREAK IT, YOU BUY IT! ” and I would get the stern talk an eye glare from my mom at the doorway “…..DO NOT TOUCH ANYTHING!” To this day I don’ t recall the ice cream or it’s taste. I don’t even recall the items and what they were. I just know that they were bright and beautiful. And that I was restricted from them. from having. from touching. from engaging with the fine things… restricted from beauty.
seem to me that there should be a law added to docket. May no human ever be restricted from having. touching. or relishing in BEAUTY. It may in fact be the very thing we need next to food and water.
I wish i could parachute it down in neatly wrapped satchels for the entire world.
and maybe with a note! that says… “If you break it… THAT’S OKAY! ! …just remake it… into some thing new and beautiful too.” like the Japanese potters repairing brokenness with gold.
and why don’t we hear more about you more Bill?
JOY.
Joy, joy, joy, joy!
Whoa, yeah
Unspeakable speakable
The meaning's unreachable
I'll go where he leads me to
More synonyms, I'm gon need a few
Lately I've had a hard time ain't been satisfied when I testify
Wanna make sure I'm sharp when I make the point of you
When them blessings come through, I'm clear then
And even more clear when you do it again
They must understand the point of you
The last word doesn't come from the doctor
Who's the world that the doctor comes out of
Just keep praying beyond the last hour
Now you witness the procedure of power
Mumbling to myself, must think I'm crazy
But I'm humbling myself, and I'm giving praise
Fumbling God in myself, they don't know what I'm saying
If you're crumbling and need help, I know who can raise you
Unspeakable speakable
The meaning's unreachable
I'll go where he leads me to
More synonyms, I'm gon need a few
Lately I've had a hard time ain't been satisfied when I testify
Wanna make sure I'm sharp when I make the point of you
When them blessings come through, I'm clear then
And even more clear when you do it again
They must understand the point of you
Said I couldn't change that
That's another life
But I scrubbed like Ajax
I stayed on my grind
I was way way back now I'm front of line
Was I s'posed to say that?
Ain't tryin' to undermine
Mumbling to myself, must think I'm crazy
But I'm humbling myself, and I'm giving praise
Fumbling God in myself, they don't know what I'm saying
If you're crumbling and need help, I know who can raise you
Unspeakable speakable
The meaning's unreachable
I'll go where he leads me to
More synonyms, I'm gon need a few
Lately I've had a hard time ain't been satisfied when I testify
Wanna make sure I'm sharp when I make the point of you
When them blessings come through, I'm clear then
And even more clear when you do it again
They must understand the point of you
Dark situations can make them much brighter, yeah yeah
If your spirits way down He can make them much lighter, yeah
You're just taking off you can go higher
Now let the joyful water fill your eyes up
Lately I've had a hard time ain't been satisfied when I testify
Wanna make sure I'm sharp when I make the point of you
When them blessings come through, I'm clear then
And even more clear when you do it again
They must understand the point of you
Joy, joy, joy, joy!
Joy Joy, joy
I've got (JOY!)
Wonderful (JOY!)
Great joy (JOY!)
Powerful (JOY!)
I'm talking 'bout (JOY!)
In the morning I got joy (JOY!)
In the noon day I got joy (JOY!)
And late in the midnight hour (JOY!)
I got joy
When them blessings come through (When them blessings come through)
When them blessings come through (When them blessings come through)
When them blessings come through (When them blessings come through)
Yeah
(JOY!)
This joy that I have (JOY!)
World didn't give it, and the world (JOY!)
Can't take it away, I got it (JOY!)
I got it, I got it (JOY!)
In my walk, (JOY!)
In my talk, (JOY!)
In my home, (JOY!)
(JOY!)
(JOY!)
(JOY!)
(JOY!)
(JOY!)
If you want it you can have it (JOY!)
If you need it you can have it (JOY!)
Love, peace, joy, joy (JOY!)
When them blessings come through (When them blessings come through)
When them blessings come through (When them blessings come through)
When them blessings come through (When them blessings come through)
God gave you (JOY!)
(JOY!)
Thank God for joy, (JOY!)
Thank you God for your joy, (JOY!)
Power, peace, (JOY!)
Joy (JOY!)
(JOY!)
Joy
~Voices of Fire.
The Sweetness of the Southern tongue…
Morning walk.
Young brother on his way to school…
“ Sweet heart, your book bag is open.”
“ oh, thank you.”
“have a good day, honey.”
And maybe for the first time, I heard the words that have been spoon fed to my spirit my whole life.
Sugar. (Shuga.)
Honey…
Sugah pie…
Pumpkin ( my mother’s persona'l nick name for me.
Sweetie….
Sweetie Pie…
Shuga plum…
honey pie...
shuga baby…
Sweet Heart….
The tongue. The ears.
the spirit.
The Medicine.
Inescapable Sweetness.
Must be something to it.
On Protecting the Imagination…
Emails. Texts. IG. Wasapp. and all of the ways of continuous accessibility….. ….Blocks Accessibility. 🌌
There is a word called... Programmed.
it means….
to be provided with
coded instructions for the automatic performance of a task.
presence is not needed.
mine. yours. nor theirs.
mechanical.
coding.
ensures
the arranged automation moves according to plan.
dafuck.
(Whats that you always say mr.fuller sir? ? If I don’t understand wha??? im not confused. )
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Will cyborg circuits be made from melanin?
Posted on March 26, 2019 by Frontiers Science Communications in Engineering, Featured News, Robotics and AI // 2 Comments
Scientists have achieved a billion-fold increase in the electrical conductivity of melanin, that could unleash its potential in safe, sustainable bioelectronics; Frontiers in Chemistry
Despite extensive research on the structure of melanin, nobody has yet managed to harness its potential in implantable electronics.
Scientists have achieved a billion-fold increase in the electrical conductivity of melanin, that could unleash its potential in safe, sustainable bioelectronics
— by Matthew Prior, Frontiers science writer
The dark brown melanin pigment, eumelanin, colors hair and eyes, and protects our skin from sun damage. It has also long been known to conduct electricity, but too little for any useful application – until now.