My name is Billy. I'm 21. Vegan. Dropped out of college to live my life. I'm from Louisiana. I like to skate.
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Posted 25, December, 2016

so winter happened

divineunknown:

It’s been a long while since I’ve strung (stringed? how do I english) words together knowing others would read them. If I were still in school, I would have written at least ten essays by now, all dripping with resentment, bitterness permeating every line. This winter has revealed the highest heights of exhilaration and the darkest, coldest terrors of losing the parameters that school placed around my psyche and my life for 16 years. When the snow set in and the bitter cold started seeping into my bones, there were a few weeks of fierce, tumultuous darkness and my mind started throwing itself against the walls of my skull endlessly, seeking its predictable, comforting prison of now-it’s-class-time now-I-study now-I-get-my-gold-star. The silky, golden festival of summer and fall was so externally distracting that it wasn’t until I was trapped inside that the realization set in: there is no one to guide or judge my life anymore. The truly traumatic conditioning of the schooling system became so evident in my yearning for validation for everything I did. Was I doing enough? Am I really allowed to draw pretty pictures and read books and cuddle without it contributing to my resume or graduate degree? Am I bum? OH GOD I’M A USELESS BUMMY BLOB OF LEECHY LAZINESS. What do people do with their time, for the love of the goddess???!??! 

It was painful. But some fungal guides, human friends, and tree beings assured me over and over again that these thoughts are merely the death knells of a paradigm that no longer serves me or anyone else. This belief that you are only as worthy as what you do and produce, that productivity must be quantifiable and tangible…it’s part of the paradigm that has wrenched us away from our connection to the earth and to our hearts. My taxes and my resume would tell you that all I’ve done since graduating university is one WWOOFing gig and worked in a vegan cafe. And I have learned more about myself in that short time than I have in 22 years of my life. I’m no longer straining to make my left brain constantly produce intellectual, linear work aligned with an arbitrary curriculum; I finally have the space to explore what it means to be human, how to live in and from the heart, how to follow and honor the wisdom of the body, how to melt into the consciousness of a forest and receive its knowing, how to love without possessing, how to co-create with the universe. 

In my darkness, I struggled through a snowy hillside seeking solace from the trees that the cold had kept me from seeing for days. One large oak pulled me in and I laid myself in child’s pose at her roots, begging for peace, for guidance. I was reeling with loss, I was in the wrong place at the wrong time, my inner compass was pointing in all directions. When my tears and my breathing settled, a voice came, so clear and distinct from my own. With all the love and tenderness of a mother comforting her child, she wrote her wisdom in my sinew. Blocks of crystalline thought were downloaded into my mind, instantly providing all the answers that seemed forever out of reach. I laughed and laughed at the cosmic joke of it all, looking through her fractal branches to the gorgeous snowy Green Mountains. That wisdom is available to everyone, any time…they want to connect, to remind us of what’s real.

Once I surrendered into gratitude, the world opened up again. This is a time to cultivate the fire within us, to slow down and explore our inner worlds. I’m so grateful for the time I’ve had to discover parts of myself that I’ve never known before, or that I had forgotten long ago. 

I’ve found that my body prefers singing its prayers through the soles of my feet on the dance floor, moving through the 5Rhythms of the soul.

I took a tantric workshop that coaxed my sleeping hips open and taught me to honor the divinity of sensual, cosmic union. 

Learning about water restructuring has propelled me down a path I never saw coming; I’ll soon be making water revitalizing structures with a water expert, examining the effects of consciousness and rhythm on this life-giving force.

I’ve seriously deepened my study of sacred geometry and am planning on building my own geodesic dome and many others with a local builder. 

I’m reawakening my passion for drawing which has lain dormant since I was a small child.

I’m experimenting with kombucha leather and will be brewing all kinds of magical, medicinal, tasty kombucha for the cafe. 

I’ve been charging my water with my new crystal friends and I can feel it working on a cellular level (and it tastes AMAZING). 

My yoga and meditation practice grounds me in my body, in my place as a unique cell in this cosmic organism. 

Without doing any of the work I thought would be necessary to prove my worthiness for such a project, the universe has granted me an opportunity to be a major player in the design, direction, and management of a farm this summer. 

I just wanted to add one more voice to the ever-growing counter culture chorus saying no really you can follow your bliss, and in a slow and relaxed way at that. I never would have guessed that I’d be here and now but I thank the goddess that I am. 

iloveyou

Reblogged from liberatingreality  268 notes
Posted 25, June, 2015

Ego is a social institution with no physical reality. The ego is simply your symbol of yourself. Just as the word “water” is a noise that symbolizes a certain liquid without being it, so too the idea of ego symbolizes the role you play, who you are, but it is not the same as your living organism. By Alan Watts
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Reblogged from disquietingtruths  192,682 notes
Posted 18, April, 2015

cleophatracominatya:

krxs10:

UNARMED BLACK MAN FATALLY SHOT BY VOLUNTEER COP

Eric Harris, who was unarmed, died an hour later after what Tulsa, Oklahoma police officials called a “mistake.” According to several news sources, On April 2nd, the victim had reportedly tried to sell a gun to undercover cops and fled on foot as they attempted to arrest him. A video camera captured him, wearing dark shorts and a t-shirt, running up a sidewalk. Harris was quickly caught and subdued. That’s when a 73-year-old volunteer patrolman, Robert Bates, “allegedly” reached for his Taser, but grabbed “accidentally” grabbed his gun instead. According to Tulsa World, Bates, who has donated thousands of dollars worth of items to the Sheriff’s Office since becoming a reserve deputy in 2008, is a Tulsa insurance company executive. He was working undercover as a member of the Tulsa County Sheriff’s Office Violent Crimes Task Force. The World reported that “Bates is classified as an ‘advanced reserve,’ which means he ‘can do anything a full-time deputy can do.’” 

Rather than immediately render aid, the officers held Harris down by his neck as a deputy screamed, “Fuck You! You shouldn’t have f*cking ran!”

As Eric Harris lay mortally wounded, face down on the pavement, he begged for his life. “He shot me!” Harris shouted. “He shot me, man. Oh, my god. I’m losing my breath.” 

“F*ck your breath!” the officer yelled.

Capt. Billy McKelvey said the officers were not aware the suspect had been shot, despite the unmistakable sound of the gunshot noise. Bates “made an inadvertent mistake,” he said.

The New York Daily News reported that no further investigation is planned, unless requested by the sheriff’s office.

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#StayWoke

BUT CAN WE GET INTO THE FACT THAT THIS PIECE OF SHIT WAS A FUCKING VOLUNTEER COP! Wow…just wow. Another George Zimmerman.

Reblogged from liberatingreality  247 notes
Posted 10, April, 2015

Here I am, a bundle of past recollections and future dreams, knotted up in a reasonably attractive flesh. I remember what this flesh had gone through; I dream of what it may go through. I record here the actions of optical nerves, of taste buds, of sensory perception. And, I think: I am but one more drop in the great sea of matter, defined, with the ability to realize my existence. By Sylvia Plath
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Reblogged from alteringminds-blog  478 notes
Posted 5, April, 2015

I mean, for me, the whole turning-point in my thinking about magic was when I realised that the only place this has to happen is inside your head. And that doesn’t mean it isn’t real. I think we have a problem in that we live in a materialist society – I don’t mean “everybody’s a bread-head, man”, I mean that we believe that the material world is the only one that’s important, the only one that exists. Despite the fact that believing that requires thinking, and science can’t actually explain how we think. It’s the ghost in the machine, forever outside the province of science. You can’t reproduce a thought in an empirical laboratory experiment, so you cannot properly talk about thought. Thought is a supernatural event which we all experience every minute of the day.
The world of ideas is much more important than the material one. I mean, what’s more important, the reality of a chair or the idea of a chair? I’d say it looks like the physical world is actually predicated upon the intangible world of ideas and the mind. It looks like that’s the more important territory. Okay, so let’s treat it literally as a territory. There might be ways to explore it, ways since time immemorial that people have used to explore it. Drugs. Meditation. Some unpleasant ones like scourging and fasting, which never sound like much fun to me. Lots of ways that people have found over the years to get themselves deeper into this mental space. By Alan Moore

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Reblogged from dee-lirium  237 notes
Posted 1, April, 2015

When traveling is made too easy and comfortable, its spiritual meaning is lost. This may be called sentimentalism, but a certain sense of loneliness engendered by traveling leads one to reflect upon the meaning of life, for life is after all a traveling from one unknown to another unknown. By D. T. Suzuki
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