Tomorrow is my deceased friend’s birthday. This month is the birthday month of many of my loved ones including other artists and elders. My partner works in Food and Nutritional services at a school district nearby. Food benefits are hanging on by a thread nationwide. Failing, I would say. The systems are collapsing deliberately and it’s an act of aggression against the working-class and the poor. There is a lot to face ahead.

Last month I connected briefly with artists and educators that I, over the years, identified as psychics or at least more advanced meditators who might be prone to sharpening these skills or possibly one day gaining siddhis. We need brave people to stand firmly in this fight ahead. I’ve been spending my days doing ritual drawing, including finishing my book OSAV which is kind of Tantric transmission. I’m nearly always in a state of samadhi unless I have to do errands with my family but even then everything feels new and old, fresh and also familiar, my mind is unconquered. My righteous anger is with me, and somehow, ironically, it cools my mind like a cup of water in a raging fire.

Tomorrow I will complete a ritual that took 30 days of poojas, chanting, singing. Within the next three months, those who are fit for transmissions will find me through word-of-mouth, sudden passing thoughts, dreams, gossip.

𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸 Let us rise