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Spiritual Growth: A Space for Seekers, Philosophers, Travelers, and Poetry

Spiritual Growth: A Space for Seekers, Philosophers, Travelers, and Poetry


My Poetry


Dogs and Love

I know what it was
I lost some dogs too
What was it about me and you
Your fluorescent color

Hiding behind the shadows I'd explore
What was it I was seeking
Time perceiving
I reminicise

Life outside and inside said confines
Before this virus
Everyone has their own agenda
So did I, so words aren't lies

But I've been so in love at times
Down to my demise
Matured and wise
But seen out of sight

Your secret admirer
If I was behind a screen
You'd know what was seen
So a shadow one wouldn't know

What was now brought to light
Screaming to the heavens
Was never the reason why
It's more like a lie

To keep us distracted inside
What's my daily briefing
Or was my life becoming misleading
One out of a million
How could I be the one

Only a flight to everyone
I miss what begun
My life could change
But so did I

I mean why
Did that
Have to make you
Forever in your space and time

The people the places
Chasing my plants love
To a woman
A goddess chosen

For divinity to be known
What is not what you see
Pray the wrong way
Night be a sword or knife
Remember we flew to the stars

I ate the best foods in lands
Trapped by my own plan
I was heart broken
But everyone was

A presidents plight
A magic carpet ride
A guy watching above the sky
Intelligent life
I can be I try

My personal blog

17 Apr 2021

Introduction to my book in process.

Introduction, Preface

    This book is written for thinkers on the fringes of society, for deeply spiritual people, and for those who believe in revolutions in consciousness. While I may have the feeling that my story, and new theories and ideas may be disagreeable to some people, those with an open-mind I hope may benefit. As I have always believed in the hopeful ‘coming together,’ among different generations of ages of people in humanity. It is my hope to reach and add benefit and interest, to both the young and the old. To the older members of society who can gain new insight and perspectives from what follows, and to the generations after mine, who have had even greater exposure to some things that I have had, with my experiences and lessons to be insightful and teaching to them. And that I know, that almost as if there is another version of me elsewhere in the sophisticated universe, that another millennial my age may relate significantly to some parts of my story and views.
    This novel is written in narrative form, with the intention to blend and draw from different genres of art. To that, a significant part of my life was dedicated to amassing and consuming many different forms of art, in film, music, and philosophy. As I always had the view that my life has been a film within a film, a dream within a dream, and art within art. In that I’m sure one reader may resonate with, I tend to have the ability or trait to become the art or person I consume.
    To connect their lives to mine in the collective unconscious and bring to consciousness, while maintaining and objectifying my distinct duality, is one of my intentions for this work. This, in hopes to summarize and draw conclusions for myself, as well as for the reader to take anything they wish out of it.
    At 27 years of age, I once posed a question on the Internet, if 27 was too young to write a memoir or story. After explaining what I would like to write about, several people replied, if you have a good story, go for it, as no age is too young to write. As I do believe I have a unique story with additional things to share, that has quality. I am thankful for those who have encouraged my writing, and in hopes that this work may benefit others; being my way of giving back to others through all my experiences and lessons..
    And also, at 27, as I explore themes of life and death in this work, I am reminded of the infamous ‘27 club;’ a list of noteworthy people who died at 27. I have found relation in this to my pain and challenges, that almost led to death many times. As several of the noteworthy figures who died at 27, had bipolar disorder, which I have been diagnosed with. With the strong connection of my experiences and visions to mental illness, I will later have some perspectives on mental illness, as well as ways in which our mental health system can improve.
    In some ways, in line with one of the books that has been an inspiration of mine, Man’s Search for Meaning, by Victor Frankl, I will begin by sharing the story of some time in my life. And as I believe that pictures can tell a thousand words, with the pictures I have always cherished having from around the world, in my life, within each chapter.
Then following in the second part of the book, to draw on those experiences to formulate reflections and new theories. These new theories, together with ideas that have been in existence, but expanded upon, and sourced. And dispersed throughout the novel and toward the end, to share my poetry, which most deeply describes my views and inner happenings.
    As this is an introduction of what is to come, I will share my ideal visions, but backed with sources and evidence, as I always wished to complete an intellectual or academic work; albeit this is not an academic novel. In hopes that it may relate to all, and not easily get stuck in an ivory tower.
    To have been everywhere I have, and seen all that I have, is a blessing that led to distinct and unique views I’ve had in my life. In my simple life at home, and then to the enriching cultural experiences I would later have, proved to give new insight and awareness to myself and others.
    I hope you take what you will from my story and ideas, no matter who or where you are in life. And if you are of any ethnicity or religion, as varying as they can be. And for those highly aware in their consciousness, or those just beginning their spiritual journey. And lastly, even those who may doubt what I say or question the ways I went about things, as well.

The wisdom gained in my life and travels, but also the folly, attracted manifestations of people’s curiosity. Further, the shift from the psychic realities of family life, evaporated and condensed, into the psychic thread of the collective unconscious; the connections with humanity and culture as a whole, is the story.

Thus, my intention in writing is to foster one individual's story, in his spiritual existence as a human being, in hopes that others may think about doing the same.

To acknowledge those dead, and thinkers who have influenced me over time, with their souls alway still alive through their works and soul, sharing this time with me, alive.

It is the story of a young child, to his present fascination of his reality to where it is now. There is only one person in the drop of the ocean.


Intro to my book. Contact for more info.

Relationship between COVID and Spirituality

A moral crisis, shrouded secrets, and lack of transparency, have led to the health and economic crisis we collectively share. It is not an outlandish conspiracy, or of a sole origin and many deaths, but somewhere in between, in my view.

Physical death is linked to a lack of conscience and the devil on Earth, as much as we can always rely on science to fix our plagues and sickness. Perhaps a new Englihtenment era will arise along with better moralistic convictions, as we need both to survive. 

Worse as we age

A bond a summon

A witches coven

Sorry exploitation

Two faced

Two spirited

Dirty air

Dirty gas

Runs on oil

Forgets who's last

One out of a million

Children at that

Breathe in me

The ets

Are so diverse

Like we


Us versus them

Toxic waste

From electromagnetic haste

What a case

I almost forgot

I hung my head in our disgrace

While eyes penetrate the eyes

There must have been some glitches 

In his own code

Win or lose

I'd rather be a stone unturned

Off Into Space

You in the porno

Being killed in my sleep

Undergound in something

Flying high or underwater

Seeing faces and the truth

Shooting to stars and astral projection

Wish you could do that more often

It looks more nice without ego and such

When chained up, doors can open up

Blue goggles from them

Preachers and Sayers 

Believers and prayers

Jeb or Bush

Some were just torture 

And darkness consumes light

Between just two people

And the rest

The rest

Tied up in bed

I guess you were in the porno

Shooting stars

At best

Seeing a dragon in a heaven

Making a wish

I met a devil 

I guess she was fake

But I had to keep her

Whether it was fate

Opposing parts

Tied up as of late

One out of a million

If Bowser ever blew a fireball

Peach never knew a daisy

But a flower forbidden fruit

Had my semen all misconstrued

Dirty linens remind of your sin too

But hey what else can I do

When everything is used against you

But on top of my cowboy boots

Stomping grounds marking my turf

Groundsmen line up again

Like it's school all over again

But too cool for you

I was never no fool

But a dunce cap

For the most likely to succeed

In the highest truths

But if you like the superficiality

I can give you some artificial advice

My eye has known all kinds

Take my lives but keep my memories inside

Outsides all sides

Blowing up my smartphone all night

Like they had something to say

The movie never turned out

Before you catch what I had to say

Gates of harvesting and death

The highest light would never regret

Too deep poetic abstract

But I'll keep it real for you and princess peach

I've had enough of you under my sheets

Where's my soul mate

In front of my face

My aura radiates

In time

Your spam

Fish in a can

Your slips my hand

But time will tell in any land

Freeze time

Frozen sands

Out of your sight

Out of my mind

Unless you have something to say

Saints never die

I'll be known for the right things

As long as I know you could never hide

What we all have deep inside

I guess life didn't work that way

Memento mori 

Penny for your thoughts

Lenny killed Sami

Teddy wasn't you you see

He loved his mountains

But you could have helped Bruce Lee

God rest in peace

Puppets on strings

A ceramic cabinet

A laugh a habit

Finding no love in all the wrong facets

Skulls harvesting

Fecal matter

Same as the last man

But let's all be righteous 

And wondering who's in heaven and hell 

But where will you push me away from you on Earth

I could hardly tell.

What was on your shelf

Time skips hit in a parallel universe

One out of a million like the old man said

Better than having a mil 

To stay meek as I paid to thee

My kicks

Leader behind the scenes

Memories dreams reflections

A dead skeleton

A watchful militia

But I've known mobs 

Enough to say I've been

A treasure in lost sands.

Lived through it all

Nothing left to give

But my freedom

You be the one to repent.

Soaked in the rain

Soaked in Rain

When night falls

I get so soaked up in rain 

Waiting for it to go to down the drain

I lose myself as I drown

I forget my memories 

Our whole lives

Out past lives

Caught up in a storm

Fear overcomes love

Love is the result of fear

Death brought a candle near

A flame and another tear

When I grow weary

The burden it shares plenty

I try to be alone

But have the whole world around my skull

A skeleton wrapped in the dark

A pharoah at heart

If I could only read your mind

Well I do

But so much is said

I can hardly keep track of my head 

Wherever the ghost and spirit wanders 

Wherever yonder

But don't lose me in the rain

Don't lose me in the pain

So the sun can bring 

Also then the rain

If I had time

If I knew the time

Fear would keep me blind

Rocking out to life

I'm glad I'm not behind bars

But I always was

Could it be a new life

Everyone says so

But the news is what it is

Be in the moment I must

The deceased were an omen

A love frozen

A scar inside

The third eye

So do more time

It could work out be wise

Life along said confines

The enlightened can be less wise

But give it time

Flood with new memories

Perahps you'll forget about the rest.

Don't drown in it

Yet also forget

A Nice Lizard

A Nice Lizard

An eye for an eye
Would make you blind
But having games and love lies
I'd rather stare at your eyes

So the sun has it's own mind
ADD I can't see why
I do everything like blind
And like a prayer for my eye

So I would know why
You can be him he can be her
Makes enough sense
In our engendered world

So a vaccine
I had a needle for drug money
The all seeing eye
Keeping me unseen, only in my sleep

So they rape me
Take everything I have to say
Use it against me
I'm still smart enough to survive every time
Without your money
Stay humble and truly kind
But raise a cuff
If I think of throwing a fist

Ever been arrested?
Then don't hit
Poverty keeps you stuck
But I'd rather be some where
If the lizard could shake it's shimmering tail
I'd feel better about all the wonderful calls and mail..

Some Psychopaths In My Mind

I was more thug

When you hadn't been in my life 

Not all thugs are criminals

I had more love in my life

Now my memory is poisoned inside

Steal my love with your dark eyes

I'm doing time for my own crime

But to say you weren't involved I wouldn't be blind

Weed can lead to jealously and lies

Sodmizers I despise stay wise

I once was a god and a father

I once was a teacher and a healer

You can take my life take my mind

Write a song write a rhyme

But what is mine is always mine

No remorse no regret

Shelf life for poison in our heads

Paranoid but I'm on the right path

Think you can do whatever you want

At the cost of others life

So I'm sure they know why

I loved all the women to the dearest

The brave men and elders know why

I don't have to be in another place 

To forgive all your lies

So this I must say

I know kindness you don't know why

I would never hurt a fly

The other guy had the compassion to see why

Everything revolves around our Sun

Saturn can strike with a fist

I won't let his enemies 

But his prophecy 

Be the death of me.

The Mask

Who wears their mask inside

Who wears it outside

Thought I was making jokes

To distract the insides and outside

And God knows why

Those can be so two faces

Why they can't get anything done

I wonder why

Two faced and jinns 

I know why

To all the daughters lives

Who wanted me to be dad 

Cause they knew why

You can slit my throat

But I'd never lie

Never know who or why

Presidents minds

I never lied about love

But you'd make a dove fight

Till he becomes a saint again

Cut his check for his rent

Poison his life again

Get in everyone's pockets

And they wonder why

Jinns see all the profits

But the world is chaos

I'm hardly the joke

But I'm outspoken

A cup of Joe

But the parliament

And people knew it all

How much could the eye reverse

As I breathe through ever hit 

And try to stand tall

There's More to It

There's more to it

I would never lie

But I would never know why

There's always a deeper meaning

To half truths

No absolute

Once a pilgram

Pillager and pillaged

To an old vision

A natural cause of precision

I'm hardly a victim

But more than the one to blame

A natural cause 

Of forgetting to read what we say

Deeper meanings and half truths

Through the veil

A word before it is read

A discussion before it is misled

A natural order

The rest would have troubles

If the sky new all truths

A federation above

A low can be misconstrued

As much as highs can be misused

But hey people can live love and die

But you can remember infamy

Famous we would know why

In the Rocky Mountains 

I met a woman on a wild trip

She was the same age same plant I don't forget.

Said I need to use my hips not my screen

But I grew tired of decay

I went down some rides

Sang loud and high

Another girl stolen by the women 

Who were loud and unforgiveb

So I'm glued to my screen

Waiting for me to do

All I did so well

But the prison was he'll

And the shadows could tell

So I can remember my life

The mIsty mountain rides

But I don't forget betrayal 

At least she fixed my back

Even though the poisonous greed

Left my gift and prize to stay inside..

In a land far away

Who do you want to be?

God spells dog backwards

Would you stay with one of them

Or a pagan worshipping many

Or at worst a medicated zombie 

Neither is bad to me

God knew quite a bit

But with many you have the freedom to say out loud

A zombie you don't have to deal with it all

Do you have any alternatives in mind?

Like where we are too

Where we are becomes reality

If I was an ungodly beleiving zombie 

Life sure would be easy

But you know next time

I might cum in

Because it was alright in heaven

But you give me a black death

Nothing to do with your skin

So fight to survive

I see the great words and lines

Faces of God

A one world or many

On God or others.

Our relationships 

Mutually exclusive

Depends on how you

Choose to believe.