The Dream State

Booze hounds coast, fluid flow captivates the soul

Drowning out Irish merchants at the local stop & go

Chemical compounds function the rat packs slow mo

the brat pack found time tock the bottom tic-tac toe

the story goes round the rhymes continuous flow

I dreamt of Germany last night. An art show completed. A best friend and executives around a round table. They told me my fees and how I would pay even though I had never used their system. The suit to my right offers to pay; artists choice, of course, I thank him. My best friend looks at me, what about him? How does he pay? We’ll never find out the conclusion as the dream world sweeps over to Salvador, Bahia. I’m back at the hostel on the beach. It’s beautiful, the water a serene blue, the waves a full functioning mess. They offer to take me to Pelourinho cause I admit I’d never been before. We walk through a glass tunnel and I say look at that wave before it even comes and a downpour of water floods over the glass ceiling. I mention how lucky we are to be in the tunnel and not out in the tidal wave massacre. On the other side one of the girls runs at the waves, I admire her, because I secretly wish I was brave enough to do the same.

I love dreams.



floetry: a common place in time

we braid ‘n interweave
hidden in the seams
we’re the elephant stampede
can you feel my h-he-hea-heart
beat beat beat
the steel drum shakes loose
these choked vines and dead roots
*and another one*
surfin’ the waves of time ‘n space
these patterns shape like a fine lit white lace
same faces, a myriad of places
the kick drum drops, layin’ the black spade’s aces
trump card is set, now it’s just smooth sailin’
we kick back and watch the others devour their own
souls because the “real world”
is just an Olympics of rat races

Dreams and Time Shifts

I had a dream last night I was on a tour bus//camper thing with Ari Solar, Rachel Mandala and Cueyo. Cueyo was driving, Ari was sketching, maybe Rachel was painting or something. We were driving through San Francisco and I was talking about how it’s so different than any city in regards to the drugs always just being out there, and how other cities compare, like St. Louis watching somebody get shot in the street. Then Dons and Betsy came stumbling downstairs and I escaped into some white crawl space tunnel air duct thing and was pushing myself along with my foot along the wall. Then I fell into a really nice bathroom. Toilet water splashed, someone had a really expensive and nice shower loofah that I was debating using loll I was like no wonder the girls have such nice skin. Bourgeois loofahs. Corbie was there and anxious about it at one point. The actor Mark Ruffalo was there and he was being sassy with me so I kissed him. It was a really rough and abrasive kiss. It’s exactly how I imagine he is.

I started reading this stuff about timeline shifts and splits the other day.

Timeline-Reality Split, Frequency Vibration, and the Hidden Forces of Life

The beginning half of that one is weird, so I skipped that part and went straight to the part about timeline splits and that’s when it got really interesting.

This one is about focusing so hard on the reality you want that you collapse all other realities into manifesting the one you want.

I started looking into it because Bob was talking to me on the phone the other night about how he feels a timeline shift or something is happening. I told him I wanted to read a journal entry I wrote back in May to him because I knew exactly what he was talking about:

“5/8/16 Birds Chirping, Spring Sunshine

THIS is a strange time in my life. A strange time in the universe as well.

Things feel like they’re changing, they’re moving forward underneath it all, but nothing has changed in physical reality so far, except my perception of it I suppose.

Things are happening on the 4th dimension, a time shift, or time line switch or something, idk, but it’s definitely time related and unseen these changes. Time keeps popping up in conversations, the fluidity of it.

I was telling Judy on Saturday the memories and intuition are the same thing, it’s the continuous flow of time, the river of time. One just feeling the past while the other is feeling the future.

That’s why I love that monologue from my infinity song, “Time is a landscape and we move through it slice by slice by slice.”

I was telling Judy that time is the only thing that makes any of these experiences possible and that’s truly beautiful because we’re third dimensional creatures, but if we lived in the fourth dimension we’d see everything, we would just be light. Time is the ingredient necessary to experience this life and sometimes it blips and we get to experience moments twice, whether in a prophetic dream, deja vu or in a time loop experienced in reality.

Maybe that’s what causes these “traffic jams” in life, the feeling of “trapped energy” is just our incessant need to try and control time.

I know one thing is true: I’m trusting my intuition from now on. It knows what’s up. I haven’t gotten any powerful messages from it since Shane, but that’s the one I wish I’d listened to, so now I’m convinced. Intuition is future memories because the time continuum doesn’t stop.

A lot of people don’t understand this, but the ones that do, WOW, it’s like the quantum universe starts exploding in my field of vision.

Something huge is coming. I can feel it bubbling up. The abundance of life and love is slowly rising up. I’m excited for when it explodes out of me and life becomes the wonderful adventure that it is once more ^_^”

When I read Bob the entry he was like YASS!! YEA! YES! That’s it! That’s how it feels right now!

Yesterday we were talking at work and I drew him a diagram of my idea about quantum people and linear people based on the flow of light as either a wave function or as particles. When light is perceived by the human eye it functions as a wave, but when it isn’t being watched, it acts as a particle. Yesterday I added to that idea, the wave function is masculine energy and the particle function is feminine energy. Masculine energy is jagged, rigid, edges, there’s only one way to something. Feminine energy is infinite, all encompassing, round and flowing, there’s any way to any thing.

I’ve also been into this idea of Divine Timing a lot lately too. That certain things are going to happen whether we want them to or not and we will always arrive exactly where we’re supposed to be when the time is right.

Connecting the Dots

Google once informed me that my birth name ‘Lybra Ray’ might be a typo for ‘library’, I have never seen my name the same since. My pediatrician was Italian. He told Mamaro my name means ‘book worm’. In 1st grade they told me they wanted to put me in 2nd grade because I was so advanced at reading and writing, on top of winning the elementary school spelling bee. When I was 9 years old my dad gave me a journal for my birthday. I stopped drawing and started writing. In 7th grade they told me I was already at a college level for reading and writing. When I finally went on to college I studied Journalism and English literature.

I started this blog roughly two years ago and I’m just now starting to connect the dots.


A Question//A Conversation

We have all these outlets for engagement, but are we really connecting?

A co-worker of mine messaged me last night. I received the message a few moments ago. This is what they said, “I’ve been researching “outsider art” in the hope of inspiration and all I see is crap and naiveity. Is it weird that I can only see landscape and portrait painting as the only two genres worthy of being seen. And I find landscapes utterly boring as it’s mostly what I do.”

My response was this, “Well, you’re bored with it because you’re not inspired by your own art. When’s the last time you engaged real life landscape? Played with the elements per-say? Really enjoyed just being in nature?

If you want to do, and do it right, you have to interact with your subject and bring it to life as it has brought you to life.

I have an assignment for you: go up to Pigeon River Park around 7:30AM one morning, leave your shoes in the car and prance through the wild overgrowth. There’s mud, feel it between your toes. Really. Really just move around in it. Find one of the cubby holes and fisherman’s paths and escort your eyes to a spot next to the river and ponder life, walk up a hill to a grassy knoll and wonder which way is out, enter the woods and sit in front of the cheshire cat looking tree and ask it which way to go -because, really he’s right, that if you don’t know where you’re going, any road’ll do, try to find out if there’s a secret path to the lake and end up traipsing through swamp waters.

Don’t look at pictures of other people’s ideas of landscape, really ENGAGE with the land.

You’re bored and uninspired because you’re not connecting.”