Monday, June 01, 2015

Heaven is Just Off Stage Act II


It's a book, it's a play, it's a screenplay...It is much better to write in a room full of dead people than to be by yourself, don't you think? To be more exact, it is much better to write with a room full of dead people giving constructive suggestions, than to ignore a bunch of drunk rowdy ghosts full of consternation who have been beating their typewriters or quills against green rooms for decades or centuries. I have been trying to do this the hard way all these years, thinking if I use my superpowers for anything other than my psychic work (and sweet lovin') that I have an unfair advantage. I'm so over it.

I've devoted so much of my life to being in service, and I love being useful. Mediumship fascinates, fuels ans gives my life meaning. Channeling angels and spirit guides in shamanic sound and energy healings gives depth to earthly existence. Helping people heal and helping people reconnect with their own talents and abilities and magic gives me pride and joy.

With every day my empathic/grokking abilities grow, I also feel an increasing need to creatively express myself. It is pressing in on me like stormy seas on levy walls. There is a need to express a richness and complexity of emotions through my body, mind and spirit that can only happen through characters and music. I feel like a big salty sea goddess: sweating salt crystals, salivating to the point of drooling, nauseated by contractions, levitating above the shores and cliffs, undulating with gravitational melodies, raw unbridled hungry, foaming at the mouth rabid, aching and arching with new life kicking to get out.

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