The Source
I left California with the excitement of starting a new voyage. Writing this, I am on a train bound for Poznan, Gl. departing from Amsterdam Centraal. I am rich with life and the force of nature is eminating from me with a force so strong that I can see the future. There's nothing in the way of my dreams and imagination but this journey I am taking. I have to finish it stringly, with force and focus. If I do well, the lin will snap and te fish will be set free.
When I arrive in San Francisco International Airport on Wednesday afternoon, I park the car in the short term parking and get out to the international terminal to find out how to get my tickets for berlin on the flight out tonight. I had my flight changed, which cost $100 but in the end, I did no get the flight. It was a natural gamble. I couldn't help it. I wanted to be there in New York with her.
I didn't know anything substantial about her. Just that she has a fantastic curiosity and imagination and conviction. She feels things like I do. To my core. I have ignored them for long. But they were reawakened and I found myself anew, reinventing my artforms and manifesting my own imagination. Through love. In the most perfect form: without neither judgment nor need.
After spending the night in the airport and catching the flight my mother had originally booked, I made it to new york in time to visit her apartment in the afternoon. She chnged her appointment so when I texted her "standing at 35th and lexington, my intuition tells me to go west while you make your appointments."
She replies, "I had everything changed. pls come up!" and I oblige.
Standing at her door, I see she see's me through the peep hole. I probably look funny in my chartreuse nearly neon green glasses hanging low on my nose. There's a trace of sweat and grime on my face from all the travel through the sweaty entropic New York Metro.
The door opens and she greets me with a formal hug. Disregarding the out-turned cheek I give her a hug full of anticipation. Her smile is grand. A sunshine framed in air trembling in the rays of a sunny day at a skin toned beach. She radiates and I radiate, the warmth of the sun within us as w meet for the second time.
* * * *
We met once before. My mind in a different place. Tuned to a different note. Another wavelength. Then, I spent hours thinking about how I was to move to California in less than twenty four hours. Everything was goodbye until further notice. So when I met Minta for the first time, I frankly didn't remember. I was out for the evening dressed as a tourist, complete with a I <3 DC shirt on. The next morning I was on a plane to California to start the last chapters of my life in Book II: The Logical Self. I was to become a senior engineer for a company founded by the best engineer and business geniuses the World has seen in a minute.
When we first meet, I am leaving to begin this adventure and no one new exists because this is the end. Of course this is incorrect. It's the beginning of something magical.
This is a journey to expose me to everything in the world that I am experiencing but tested in a context unexpected. Foreign. Alien. Yet corporeal and human and so advanced. Or so I think. I am here as an observer. Required to document what I see and feel on my journey to find my family in Poland.
I left the house in anticipation of the full adventure. I continue to know the things I left home with. But many questions are being answered. In perfect time. Very perfectly in time and sequence. I am to be myself through this trying time and embody the the fullness of my character. I have learned my limits and the power of intuitive bifurcation: the process by which you understand yourself within a situation enough that you are able to predict the future and anticipate demise. The only secret to this is ALWAYS trusting your intuition. Always as long as you live by simple words: Love and Morality.
Simple but not shallow, these two words are the essence of forgiveness as byproducts of a very human and very powerful force: Imagination.
We dream to guide our waking self out of the constrained reality in which we exist. Imagination is a waking dream that is manfest throughg logic and jjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjj (fell asleep while listening to a nyc mixtape just given to me.)
Imagination is a waking dream that can be manifest into reality. We dream to guide us to a new reality. We need it in a world where we box our selves up and hide from the Sun. I surf to reconnect, and art spills from me because I have transcended age, consequence, creation, destruction, possession, and ultimately ego. I am in the midst of a transformation from ego to energy alone. A wake flowing behind me carving a separating fountain of ripples that I want to break with ultimate energy on a distant shore.
So I am on a train, fluorescent lights bright overhead in a cabin next to Pawel and Carol. Carol is Carol Wojtyla and the Pope. Not this Carol for he is *not* a Wojtyla, instead a ordinary student studying mechanics in Warszawa. He's a hard worker. Very structured by the polish system.
It's beginning to be clear to me that I would be dead here had my father not escaped and my mother chased after him to the United States. It's not just the rigidity, it also the forec of nature here. I can tell I am on a train to Poland by the insistence of the proletariat here. Everyone has an opionion for everyone. In fact, I know I am going to need to put this computer away soon.
This train is bound for Moscow. The consummate corpora-political consciousness. The world preparing for the emergence for the final phase of corporatocratic evolution and a revolution is on the verge of ensuing here.
In California and elsewhere in the world, Art will rise while corporate imperialism will languish in its own evolutionary stew.
She helped open my mind to the the secrets. No these above are not they. This is just the future... They are simple. Yet their meaning is implicitly infinitely far from shallow.
* * * *
There's nothing I can do about feeling this for MIntA. I brought my energy to her. I want to spend time with her and learn of her own majestic energy. There's nothing in the past that prevents us from moving forward because we are sure of what we are and certain of what we must do now in order to realize the limits of our imagination. I peer into her eyes and see a glimpse of her glowing soul.
I give MIntA the gift of my first work on green tshirt. What she doesn't know is that the shirt is incomplete. I never tell her. She will certainly know when this is consumed. I hope so at least.
[left arm going numb, dropping shoulders, ahh better]
After a lovely bicycle ride and very free thinking dinner with MIntA and Kath-erine, The three of us develop a plan.
* * * *
Walking to the dance club, I share my opinion. Society doesn't realize how evolved women are as a half of our species. The men would pillage and destroy women for ages with dominance and conquering in mind. This way women evolved faster than men, who merely went into battle and slaughtered each other for god, gold, and glory.
Hence the future in my mind depends on the most powerful mothers of the world to know the truth and apply it to the worlds in which they live, thereby creating a loving reality necessary for the survival of all mankind.
But alas ... first I must face the truth of my deepest reflections.
