Motal Stream [1.2]

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Chapter 1: The Graveyard

[continued]

An agonizing scream erupt from the forest line. Screechers, she said. Out of the corner of her eye, Kacey could she a small shadow hiding behind a gravestone, and a wave of relief swept over her. It was the whites of Masons eyes that were then telling her to be quiet. Kacey dipped behind the nearest gravestone and peeked around the side.

She shoulda known this would happen. Screechers bring more Screechers and the other kinds too. There’s only a matter of time before this Graveyard comes to life again.

With her eyes trained on the body jerking its way towards them, Kacey whispers toward Mason, “Did you bring your knife?”

The boy’s eyes were held wide with fear. He reached for his belt and pulled out a silver dagger and shakenly placed it in Kacey’s outstretched hand. Without looking, she grasped the blade and ran straight towards the Screecher. The bloody figure grew in size the closer she got to it, a stale aura of dry piss weaving thru her nose. At the very last moment, before Kacey collided with the Screecher, it looked-up directly at her. The streaks of blood weeping from its blood-shot eyes. Kacey used her momentum to throw her shoulder into the middle-aged man and they both fell onto the ground. She sliced her knife across its throat– to stop the screaming. Then she plunged the knife under its jaw and with both hands, she pulled up, taking its jaw with her. There wouldn’t be enough time to grab the gas (where is that thing?) and torch this fucker. Rather, she settled with breaking its legs. By the time she came back to Mason, he was already standing up with his wits back about him.

“I’m sorry, I freaked out.” He had a bubble in his throat.

She was careful not to get any blood on him and managed to plant a kiss on his forehead. With twilight in its final stage, she could still see the tears shinning down his baby face. Sometimes she forgets he’s only 9 years old. Next week he’ll be turning 10. When she was his age, she was excited about going to shopping malls and toy shops. This boy was growing up with guts, guts, and more guts.

Kacey hands him back the dagger after wiping the blood on the back of her pants. “Thanks, again.”

He tucked it back into his belt, “We better go before–“

He couldn’t finish that sentence because there was a chorus of screams coming from all around them. Blood-drenched screams that sounded more like twisting metal. The earth began to hum and beat like it was breathing under their feet. In the moonlight, they could see bleached bones sprouting from the graves like alfalfa.

Mason quickly returned the blade to Kacey and latched on to her side. He wiped the tears from his eyes and put on his game face. He glanced around for the red gas can Kacey had used before.

“What are you doing?” She asked, panic tainting the sound of her voice.

“We need a distraction in order to –eureka!” Mason ran towards the abandoned gas can and made it back to Kacey. He tried asking her for a lighter but the Screechers were getting closer and closer, piercing their ears with their hoarse wail.

Kacey understood. She used her teeth to rip off her shirt sleeve and then grabbed the gas can from Mason. She quickly dipped one end of the fabric into the nozzle, holding her lighter at the other end. Mason held up his tiny fingers to count down… 4… 3… 2… 1.

Kacey lit the fuse and placed the gas can on the ground. She pointed towards the mausoleum and Mason started running. As Kacey followed after him, an arm popped out of a grave and snapped around her ankle. Stretched across two mounds, she used her heel to slam against the wrist of the newborn dead. Beside her, the growing fire crawled up the hose and consumed the gas can. Any moment now, it would explode. Kacey couldn’t get up faster than two more hands that popped-up out the dirt and hugged her across the chest. Her ears were beginning to bleed from the Screechers scream.

That was when the gas can erupt…

[to be continued]

3D Printing

techy tuesday

Need a house? Print one. Need a wrench? Print one! Need a human organ? just PRINT ONE. The future is a wild place, y’all. With the advent of 3D printers, human conception of material manufacturing has been revolutionized like nothing we’ve ever seen before (think industrial revolution meets 2001 Space Odyssey then multiply that by 10). Ultimately, we’ve created something that’s given us the power to create whatever we want, whenever we want it. A power previously held by time, effort, and god itself. An Instant Manifestation technique no yogi could ever fathom. That’s right. We’re all wizards now, harry– and the possibilities are endless! How ever you decide to look at this, one reality always seems to bubble to the surface: a future where 3D printing changes everything– and I mean Everything— as we know it. Black Mirror style? You might ask, and the answer is, yeah, well, duh.

Now, I could go into a long-winded rant about a future with 3D printing in the palm of our hands changing the way we live our lives ‘cuz like imagine one day you need a hammer but instead of getting dressed and going out to the store, you just look-up the wrench-file on homedepot.com and print it from there, meanwhile you’re fixing-up a sandwich– pantless– while the hammer’s manifesting into your living room and by the time you’re done eating lunch, the hammer’s done printing, too, but then you remember you forgot you needed a box of nails and you laugh to yourself remembering a world w/o 3D printing, where you’da have to’ve gotten dressed again, which you didn’t even have to in the first place, just to head-back out to the store and buy more (like a loser), but instead you just grab the nail-file online and print it while you go poop and pesto! by the time you hear the ding of the freshly printed box of nails, you’re wiping your ass thinking– what am I saying, this is the future– a robotic arm (there we go) will be wiping your ass (much better) while you’re thinking “man, my 3D printer sucks, I really gotta get a new model.” And then in which case, you’ll probably just 3D print yourself a newer… yeah.

Anyway, I’ll spare you the details. This future ain’t exactly here yet but you best believe it’s comin’ within our lifetime. My primary concern is that if we don’t get every civilization on the ‘same page’ before this technology takes hold, then 3D printing may very well be the demise of our civilized world. The baiser de la mort, if you will. I mean, imagine the power these printers hold w/o a strong moral handling. You know, like how guns are bad enough? Okay, now imagine granting any individual the potential to print themselves as many automatic rifles as they want, and w/ endless bullets to boot. You see the problem here? If we don’t fix our humanity first, then what we’re really doing here is just giving the worst-o-us the potential to print their own nuclear weapons as if they happen to have the access and resources to do it. KEY WORD: if*. But that’s a mighty ‘If’. And sure, we can argue how expensive printer ink can be, so imagine 3D toner. Nonetheless, while we’re over here re-imagining a future w/ limitless resources, it is vital that we acknowledge what we already know about human nature. We know humans have a divergent class that foam at the mouth w/ the idea of their very own Matrix Weapon Vault (*cough, cough* TRUMPERS *cough, cough*). But I rest my case there. I realize these are among some of the same fears that mighta dawned upon the world when the Internet was born. Humans adapt; trial & error. We just gotta try our best not to think about the kooks outside our window w/ the signs reading ‘end is nigh‘.

So, what’s the most realistic angle on all this? Let me put it to you this way. You know how fire changed the course of humanity? The wheel? What about the lightbulb? Yeah. We ain’t talkin’ sliced-bread here, people. We are talkin’ PRINTING MOTHAFUCKIN’ HUMAN ORGANS… I digress. The world’s spinning on fire and A.I. is on the rise, along w/ twin-born realities, Augmented and Virtual. The World Wide Web? Getting bigger. We can only know one thing for certain: our Future will demand an evolution of society and the moral transcendence of our spiritual essence in order for us to have any semblance of a hopeful survival. Humanity has no choice to bare the weight of this responsibility, it is upon us already. It cannot be ignored. The real question is, will Humanity wield this god-power of instant creation to manifest heaven, or hell on earth? Most likely, a little of both.

Here’s a slice of what Paradise could looks like:

Also Check Out:

• 100 Experts Predict the Future of 3D Printing in 2030

• I Have Seen The Future, And It Is 3D Printing

• 7 Examples of the Future of 3D Printing

Monday Update

weekly news

[oct. 19 – 26, 2020]

Last week, the final presidential debate happened. It was delightfully uneventful. And by uneventful, I mean, neither of the candidates promoted white supremacy, which was rather nice for a change. Just good ol’ boring politics– kinda. Even with the new ‘Mute’ option, Trump still found it hard not to interrupt. But only 34x this time! That’s pretty impressive. Remember, he cut down from the 128x he interrupted the first time. The ‘mute’ button seemed to keep him on a short leash, but ‘rump will be ‘rump. He still talked over Joe and the moderator, NBC White House correspondent Kristen Welker. However many noticed that Kristen’s ‘calm and collected’ vibe would be much more effective than the previous debates moderator, Chris Wallace. It provided us a night with much less chaos and plenty of good-ol’-Joe’s ‘come on, man’ and even a surprise ‘malarkey‘ visit.

President Trump and former Vice President Joe Biden participate in the final presidential debate at Belmont University, Thursday, Oct. 22, 2020, in Nashville, Tenn. (Jim Bourg/Pool via AP)

The last debate didn’t do much to change the polls. Numbers still show Biden/Harris in a national 6-point lead. Don’t let that sooth you, though. 2016 had a similar prediction and look what happened there. I’ve attached the projected delegate count below, just as a visual representation of where we’re standing now in the election. We know with all of the GOP’s effort to suppress voters, and we know with Iran, Russia and China meddling in our election— there just isn’t knowing what could happen. Election 2020 is going to be everything the Game of Thrones finale wasn’t. I just hope there’s less fire & blood.

2020 President: Consensus Electoral Map (© 2020 Electoral Ventures LLC.)

THE GOOD NEWS!

One thing we can remotely feel safe in celebrating is the record BREAKING early voting numbers! As of today, the United States has hit 124% of the total 2016 early voting turnout! With only 8 days until Election Day, rest assured that 58.6 million Americans have already voted nation-wide. And speaking as an early-voter myself, I’ll tell you, submitting that ballot is the closest you’ll ever feel to kicking cult45 in the balls and it is amazing. I’d suggest you study all the names and measures that’ll be appearing on your card. If you’d like a progressive study guide, try this one. Get informed– GO VOTE!

Also check out:

• Latest Senate Polls

• ABC news Final Debate 2020 Fact-checks

• Voting By Mail Gives Equal Advantage

Dry Coochie Energy

freaky friday

You’ve heard of Big Dick Energy, right? It might not have any specific meaning to you but generally speaking, we all get it. We know it’s not about the man or the dick, because look at Cate Blanchett. Look at Rihanna, and Cher. These women are radiating Big. Dick. Energy. So what is that exactly? Today, I went digging for some definite answers, and found a description that pretty much sums it up best. BDE is ‘self-confidence to know that a colossal endowment isn’t a measurement of one’s value‘. And upon reading that, I began to reflect on some of the most well-endowed men I’ve slept with, and if they pass the ‘vibe check’.

Some of you might have heard of Small Dick Energy. You know– the toxic masculine type? Loud, arrogant, petty, in-your-face, aggressive. An all-around loser, overcompensating for what one can only assume is a pathetic weiner. We can all think of the type. Proud Boys are a perfect example. Male ‘karen‘s, better known by ‘ken‘. But while we’re all here talking about karens, let me introduce you to this new wave of class.

Back in august, Cardi B released her song W.A.P. and basically blew up the music industry. Whether you agree with the message or not, she revolutionized feminist culture. She put the glory of the Wet & Powerful Pussy up on it’s long-deserved throne. And in short time, as Big Dick Energy created Little Dick Energy, so has W.A.P. created it’s own antithesis. DCE. That’s Dry Coochie Energy, folks. Listen up.

Dry Coochie Energy [DCE]

noun, adjective /drī • kœchē • enərjē/

DCE, or Dry Coochie Energy, is someone who’s stingy, rude, bigoted, and over all just doesn’t pass the ‘vibe check’. A person who spreads negative energy and wishes ill of others who are doing well for themselves. [ex. They didn’t tip the server? Wow. That’s dry coochie energy, bro.]

Wet Ass Pussy [WAP]

noun, adjective /wet • as • pũsē/

independence, dominance, and sexual prowess with unmatched confidence. advocate for reproductive rights, freedom of choice and self-expression, a solid ‘fuck-you’ to the patriarchy. [ex. he can’t tell me what to do. i’m gonna lay this wap on him.]

Small Dick Energy [SDE]

noun, adjective /smôl • dik • enərjē/

Any combination of sexism, xenophobia, homophobia, transphobia, racism, etc.– you get the point. Essentially, they are aggressively insecure. Willing to invoke violence and discord for the sake of proving their worth. [ex. that guy with the maga hat and confederate flag has got serious Small Dick Energy, dude. Gross.]

Big Dick Energy [BDE]

noun, adjective /biɡ • dik • enərjē/

safe, secure. You want them to have your babies, and raise your young. You trust they have your best interest in mind. This person makes you feel safe and cared for. A subtle confidence. [ex. that plant dad’s givin’ me major Big Dick Energy. Did you see the way he took care of that basil? Umph. Zaddy, chill.]

Mortal Stream [1.1]

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©DMG Vision

Chapter 1: The Graveyard

Kacey lit the grave where the dead had just risen. She poured more gasoline over two graves as rotten flesh began to break the surface. Flicking her cigarette, the fire bursts alive all at once and settles down as it eats up the fuel. The fire dances in her eyes, reading the tombstone Kacey just torched.

In Loving Memory of

Aiden Hart

2011-2020

I will sleep in peace

until you come to me

“Poor kid.”

Mason had made a sudden appearance behind Kacey, startling her enough to jolt her out of her trance. “Why aren’t you back at the camp?”

“I was worried ’bout cha’.” Mason reached back and jumped his butt on top a tombstone. “Heard one of ’em screechers not too long ago, too.”

“It’s alright. I handled it.” Her eyes moved back to the flames. The fire was almost gone by now. Just a blue-licking blaze whatever gas it can find.

“I came to make sure you’re alright.”

The sweet boy smiled his toothy grin with that black hole where his left canine once been. Every now and again, air’d sneak out while he talked so his southern drawl had a soft whistle to it. Who knows when his tooth will grow back. It’s been months. Ever since they left the city…

“You thinkin’ bout Kelly?”

“No, why you say that?”

“When you look sad like that, it’s cuz you’re thinkin’ ’bout ’em.” He said this while kicking his feet off the stone like drumsticks.

“Well, I wasn’t this time,” she hangs her arm around the boy and ruffles up his auburn hair. “And you wanna know somethin’ else?”

He scrunched his freckled nose.

“This face ain’t sad, hun.” She said, lookin’ into his soft-blue eyes. “This is the face you’ll be makin’ when I beat you back to the camp!”

“Not if I make it there first!”

Kacey pulls Mason back off the tomb so he falls back on to the bed of grass. “Last one’s a rotten egg!”

Kacey ran forward with the momentum of a cross-country runner. She’d often forget about her life before all this. Waking up early, making coffee, taking Bailey out for her morning walk. Sometimes she’d remember Bailey when they’d run into packs of wild dogs. Maybe Bailey’s out there still, leading a pack of her own. Someday, they’ll all have to rebuild their lives like they used to be. Hopefully that day isn’t too far away.

Mason’s footsteps couldn’t be heard behind her. Kacey glanced back to see she was alone in the graveyard. The spot she and Mason were at before was empty; a small pillar of smoke rising from the charred grass.

“Mason?” She called out, “Where’d you go, bud?”

There was no reply. Only the sound of the US flag, wiping in the sharp breeze. The sound it made smacking the metal flagpole was a thudding thunder.

“Mason!” Kacey called out again, looking out towards the graveyards edge. Squinting her eyes from the setting sun, for a moment, she could she the boy standing by the treeline. “What are you doing over there? The camp’s this way, hun–!”

Before she could make sense of it, Kacey’s hand was pulled back and it wasn’t Mason. A brittle snap of dry bone, a petulant stench of death. By reflex, she swung at the Cankers head, swiping off a chunk of it’s left cheek. Kacey could see the Cankers inner-mouth, gnashing with black teeth. She noticed it chewing it’s brown-swollen tongue and decided to swing her arm back for good measure. It’s head twist off with a crispy crunch and rolled away, teeth still gnashing.

“Mason, where are you?”

The sun had gone down past the horizon. Twilight washed everything in a light blue, getting bluer. A bright, full moon debuted over the canopy of trees– Mason! Kacey ran back to where she’d last seen the boy but there was no sign of him. Her eyes caught something moving at the graveyards edge…

[to be continued]

Black Hole SIMULATION

wednesday wEIRDness

According to new research, every black hole contains another Universe. Yup. You heard me. Oh! And you know our Universe? It’s siting inside another Universe’s black hole, too– according to recent analysis, that is. And I know, I know. It’s nothing to write home about. I mean, it’s not like we’re some cosmic russian doll nesting inside of a black hole that is—itself— part of a larger Universe inside of an even larger black hole– *DEEP BREATH* … *ahem* Sorry. Where was I? Oh, yeah. So, scientists are beginning to realize that every black hole they’ve discovered— from the tiny ones to the supermassive— yeah, they’re all just doorways to alternate realities. Who’da thought.

These boring discoveries all stem from a recent paper published in the journal: Physics Letters B. Therein, a university professor by the name of Nikodem Poplawski published his new math models about the spiraling motion of matter falling into a black hole. Yup. Astronomers went crazy. It’s almost as if their entire comprehension of the Universe, how it began, black holes, anti-matter– all of it, just flipped and turned upside down. Talk about a plot-twist, dude. And now I ain’t too sure why Scientist freaking-out don’t bother me, but I’m like, oddly unphased by all this. Could you imagine the scientist? Black holes were just these endless pits of doom, and now they’re multi-verse tunnels, connecting countless Universes like a celestial spider-web. Like, wow. Poplawski really did that.

Poplawski’s new equations show that the matter black holes absorb and seemingly destroy are actually expelled and become the building blocks for galaxies, stars, and planets in another reality. Theoretically speaking, of course. So, what’s that mean. Well, you know the Big Bang theory? How it says the Universe started as a singularity? Yeah, well let’s just say scientists were never too sure how our ‘singularity’ formed in the first place. Until now. If our Universe was birthed by a white hole instead of a singularity, as Poplawski predicts, it would solve the black hole singularity problem AND the big bang altogether.[1] So, like I said, scientist be freakin’. Are you?

See Also

• “Universe 20 Million Years Older Than Thought“

• “Origins of Our Universe“

• “Before the Universe Goes Dark“

REFERENCES

Before the Big Bang: Light Shed on ‘Previous Universe[1]

Stephen Hawking: Black holes may offer a route to another Universe[2]

Every Black Hole Contains a New Universe[3]

Monday Update

weekly news

[oct. 11 – 18, 2020]

Last week, we endured 3 days of Senate hearings with Supreme Court nominee Amy Barrett. Democratic Senators used most of their time deliberating and admonishing the justice nominee, questioning her right-wing affiliations. She was deft to avoid clear associations, proving her political and judicial merit. The Democratic agenda seemed to fail in cornering Amy Barrett into admitting something uncouth or controversial. Their in hopes delaying her confirmation didn’t last past Tuesday afternoon. Amy Barrett remained careful, sharp and attentive, skillfully able to dodge left-wing assumptions while fanning her catholic base. By Wednesday evening, Senate Minority Leader, Chuck Schumer [D-NY], confirmed the results of the hearing with a press release statement referring to the future of “Justice Amy Barrett”.

Associated Press/ LA Times

Without catching a break, that same night, the world was treated to a dueling of town halls. Joe Biden was hosted by ABC and moderated by George Stephanopoulos; Trump hosted, simultaneously, on NBC, moderated by Savannah Guthrie. @8PM EST. And as it would happen, Biden’s town hall gained the most viewers contrary to the popular assumption that the american people would rather watch a raging dumpster-fire than a mild-mannered debate. Even though Savannah Guthrie was knocking the shit out of 45 on NBC, Joe Biden gained the majority of America’s attention. The voters wanted to know Joe Biden’s view on fracking, court packing [and more], to which he gave resounding answers to. Meanwhile on NBC, Savannath Guthrie was reminding POTUS that he was the president of the united states, not “some crazy uncle spewing conspiracies”. Her questions centered on the presidents consistent retweeting of Qanon conspiracies+, and other things he was cagey to answer, like if he tested positive the day of the first presidential debate.

Ruth Fremson/The New York Times (left) // Doug Mills/The New York Times (right)

The latest CNN polling shows Biden/Harris in the lead with a national 11-point lead [53% v. 42%] Admittingly, these averages provide no solace for anyone who is reminded of the 2016 election. The polls showed a similar lead for the Hillary Clinton campaign and look what happened there. We cannot rest with any reassurance that this election will be easily won. As November 3rd looms ever closer, one solution is guaranteed to make sure our ballot will be counted. VOTE EARLY. Experts believe this is the best way to fight any possibility of voter suppression[1]. And for anyone else who would like further information of the dueling town halls, I’ll provide the 12 highlights ‘here‘ [according to the NY Times]. The final presidential debate is expected to air Thursday night [Oct. 22] at Belmont University in Nashville, Tennessee. @6PM Pacific Standard Time, President Donald Trump and former Vice President Joe Biden will share a debate stage for the last time.

Don’t Call Me Daddy.

freaky friday

Girls and Gays, gather ’round and listen. If you’re a straight man who likes to be called ‘Daddy’ in bed, this conversation is for you, too. Now that I’ve gathered you all here. I have something to say that I know might be hard to hear, but… We got daddy issues, y’all. And ok-sure, you might be laughing like it’s not a real problem. It’s just my kink. And okay, I agree with you. But kinks shouldn’t stunt our psychological growth– which is why we gotta talk about this and take a serious look at who, and why, we call ‘Daddy’.

What is a ‘Daddy’, exactly? hahah– Buckle-up, kiddo. I just fished this gem outta the urban dictionary…

A ‘Daddy’ is a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him. A ‘Daddy’ will lie under the stars and listen to your heartbeat, or will stay awake just to watch you sleep. A ‘Daddy’ is the guy who kisses your forehead, and who wants to show you off to the world when you are in sweats. Who holds your hand in front of his friends, who thinks you’ re just as pretty without makeup on. A ‘Daddy’ doesn’t have to borrow your car because he already has his own, and he lives on his own, and can pay for the bill at dinner.

Sounds like a lot to ask out of a human male. Also, this definition is severely outdated. It’s 2020, y’all. Didn’t you hear? A ‘Daddy’ can be woman, too. Oh, sure they can! Haven’t you ever seen a boss-ass bitch? Financially independent, self-possessed, and in charge of their own destiny? THAT is a Daddy. Boiled down to it’s core. Don’t matter if they’re a male or a lady, everybody stans a daddy-queen, queen-daddy– whatever. Gender ain’t much of a thing anymore, either (we’ll discuss that later).

It’s interesting how quickly Millennials and Gen-Z have been able to capitalize on Daddy merch, amiright? Shirts and hats with that single, obsequious word: ‘Daddy’. Flying off the shelves. No other generation has embraced their psychological issues quite as like ours. It stems from an evolution of three generations that have suffered a collective phenomenon known as Divorce. That’s right. Along with Gen-X, our childhood single-handedly witnessed the collapse of the secular, nuclear family structure in America. Millions of children were raised by single-parents. Only one-sixth of all ’em were able to see their fathers as much as once a week. Close to half of ’em didn’t even get to see their fathers at all. Statistics have shown that nearly ten years after divorce, fathers are still absent from two-thirds of these– now– young adult’s lives.

Okay, so we got daddy issues. So what? So, we’re emotionally stunting ourselves, that’s what. And not only that, but we’re being exploited for it, too. If we don’t start questioning our desires to find ‘Daddy’, then we may never realize what we’re truly looking for– not just in our partners, but within ourselves, as well. Our wounded inner-child is screaming for their daddy, and no– no lover will ever be able to fill that hole.. I mean Role. It would seem that we’ve come to an age in humanity that demands every father-wounded figure to become their own Daddy. That’s right. Who’s your Daddy??– YOU ARE! And for those of you who worry about Toxic Masculinity, either within yourself or in the type you’re attracted to, don’t sweat it. These unfortunate side-effects of a fatherless world will slowly fade away as we focus on re-balancing the natural order of masculine and feminine forces within ourselves. I argue, it is our civic duty to heal this collective wound instead of indulging in it. That would be step #1.

Okay, fine. But what about guys who call their girlfriends ‘Mommy’? Or people who use Papi instead of Daddy, are those the same thing? Do Lesbians call each other Daddy, too? Oh! And where’s ‘big dick energy’ fit into all this?

We are gonna discuss all that and more– next week! Stay tuned. Just remember…

Artist Spotlight

thursday's expedition

AEDRYAN WULF

creator

01

What do you consider the most special thing about yourself?

well, it’s worth mentioning that there’s something special in everybody. so personally, i’d say my special gift is hypersensitivity. even though sometimes, it can feel like a curse. i’ve come to honor it.

02

Who do you hope to inspire?

i hope to inspire every atom around me. i hope to inspire children to be strong and think for themselves. i hope to inspire the lost, the beaten, and the damned. inspire those who’ve given-up, and those who are about to. i want to be the lighthouse in the storm.

03

How do you go about manifesting your dreams?

first, i gotta take it seriously. close my eyes and feel like my dreams are really happening to me. then, i ask the universe for guidance, and i wait patiently. listening for the sound of the next door to open.

04

When did you realize your purpose?

i was alone in the forest of upstate new york on one tab of acid. i was standing in the ruins of a building overrun by wildlife. there was a single sunbeam shining thru the leaves, illuminating a throne covered in ivy. that’s when i knew.

7 interesting facts about Aedryan Wulf

He’s been aspiring to be an actor since he was 3 years old. He knew the concept of reincarnation before he was ever told. Aedryan was afraid of mirrors as a child because of a monster on the other-side, who looked just like him, except it wanted to steal his eyes. And for a long time, Aedryan’s dreams were more real to him than his waking life. He often stares into the night sky, contemplating our place in this ever-expanding Space. Wondering what lies beyond the Edge. “After all,” Aedryan says, “we are the Universe, wrapped in skin.”

05

Where is your source of inspiration ?

pain, mostly. sometimes, suffering.

06

Why do you think any of this matters?

frankly, i’m not sure if anything matters. i know i’d like to believe it does, but all i know for certain is that nothing really matters unless we want it to.

07

Does Death scare you, at all?

yeah. not so much the dying-part, but the process of it. entropy– heat death– those things really bother me. i’d rather get sucked into a blackhole than cease to exist. besides, death ain’t the opposite to life. it’s apathy.

08

If you could deliver one message to every creature in the Universe, what message would that be?

We Are One.

Programmed Water

wednesday wEIRDness

A while back a movie came out called “What the Bleep* do we know?” And– if you haven’t seen it yet, I suggest you watch it here (it’s free on youtube)– and yeah, so there’s this part where they talk about the effects of conscious energy on water molecules (which is this part right here.) And they talk about the findings of a doctor named Masaru Emoto, who discovered this metaphysical connection between human will and it’s molecular affects on reality. Here are just a few of the prettiest examples:

  • honesty
  • hope
  • happiness
  • i can do it
  • love & gratitude
  • courtesy
  • elephant
  • i can’t do it
crystals by ©dr.emoto

Dr. Emoto discovered that the more intent and focus we pour into the water, the stronger it’s effect. The water molecules respond like conduits to our intention. Simply apply any word/image/music (positive or negative) and the water will absorb that essence. Pretty cool, right? Now, if we take that knowledge and apply it to affirmations, that means we could ‘program’ our water before drinking it and– literally– deliver positive intentions to every cell in our body. You want inner-beauty? Program your water. You want serenity? Program your water. Not only do you need to hydrate, but baby, it’s gonna replenish you, inside-out. So how do we do this at home? Easy. Here are the four easy steps…

#1Get a glass of water (yes, glass. steel is o.k.)
#2Write your affirmation on a piece of paper.
#3Tape affirmation facing-in towards the glass.
#4Drink your water 2.0 you dehydrated witch ❤