There's lightning in LA tonight, and torrents of water stream down the hills. The water forms narrow rivers that shoot down through the winding of the canyons like strange arteries. They swim dark purple, between the tightly wound houses. I can feel them tug truth out of the ether, impressing upon the doors of each homes inhabitant.The Celtics believed lightning was a strike from the otherworld, a boon of mystical potential shot down from the heavens. The air feels anticipatedly electric and my ears are ringing. Lets go, lets go, I’m ready. This is the role we came down here to play. Truth seekers, love warriors, heart awakeners. Architects of aliveness.
At the divergence of the three way intersection, I vow to only write after dark. After dark, words recoil out of my arteries with sharp tongues and a rabid hunger. I put a candle in each corner and turn to face the direction of the wind. I fuck the wind and it fucks me right back. These are my nightly rituals. My heart is beating to the rhythm of dripping wax. Rose petals will work, but jasmine is better. Leave a jar of honey out, at dusk. Pungent perfumes and circles of salt. Crouched impatiently, learning to be unafraid of my paranormal magnetism. Submerged in daydreams, my only witness a choir of subtle apparitions.
There's an unhurried way about the way you talk, with tilts and tones that rise and fall like an irish mountain. I can feel your cool blue throat whispering half truths and disguising your vulnerability. We’ll do whatever, I say to myself, every exuberant impulse hidden behind a clever shroud of detachment. Clever enough to ignore those primordial nudges, the whispering of cells aching from exhaustion. I want to locate him within the stars and watch him reach for the worst in himself. Give me your nastiest secret. . Thats what I’m into. The obscene, the absurd, the over-the-top excessive. I am bored of half-anythings.
Let go of the machine, the pixelated mania of distraction and return home to your body. Stop being afraid of what you desire most, what makes you animal, what makes you human. Don’t deny yourself the right to fall in love, to feel alive, to fall hip deep into unknown bliss and rowdy ecstasy.
Energy doesn’t lie, ever. And it's getting so much louder.