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Transcendental Mathematics, I mean, Meditation :)


Transitioning from being a child of the material math of school + hard work + compromise your passion as pseudo-part-time-hobbies = a decent life, into adulting in a ghostly world that my generation can smell, see and taste, but not yet actually exist within.

Lately I have been dancing with more than just my body.

Yes my wiggly spine and dirty toes rejoice in the sweaty mess the sun allows, and my soul sprouts, and then I spend a few hours drinking endless amounts of water and peeing every 5 minutes, but lately, I have noticed this peculiar sequence of movements that a future me has been weaving into my daily rhythms. Considering the circularity of time, the flower and seeds of life, and the most recent multiverse discoveries, you know this is not that strange.

We all have these moments, and I believe they are always sneaking their capoeira kicks in between our arms, as they sway by our sides, while we stroll these human suits around.

You know, one moment we feel so grounded into our dreams of creative expression that we notice all of those subtle signs of divine alignment, and we seem to slip into a state of ease and serenity, and then two steps forward along the same sidewalk, towering thoughts of fear and responsibility tsunamis crash onto our skulls lowering our gaze into the asphalt, plastering those very dreams amongst the fossilized pieces of spit out gum and pressed out pennies from 1987.

These are the instants in our lives where our intuition seems to be getting fine tuned and crafted by some sort of hunch from a memory from the future.

There we stand, with both of our hip flexers dangling our thighs, forgetting that our knees drape shins and calves and ankles, all neatly tied up by tendons and flowing capillaries, and where the hell did our feet go? Why am I levitating all of a sudden? and not in that magical genie kinda way, or that post wisdom teeth extraction floaty fun, but in a very serious disconnection and detachment from the cord that keeps our fibers intertwined with life across this very planet, how is it that this seems to happen too often, when we know inside our eyelids and in our livers just what we want is... to help our connections find their muse, and expand in compassion, through love and art.

A dissonance between our primal need to share our creative skills, and our current artificially self-imposed monetary needs.

I refuse to segue now into the crunchy hippiness of trade, in triumph of a harmonious collective, because my now is made of transitioning from being a child of the material math that, school + hard work + compromise your passion as pseudo-part-time-hobbies = a decent life, into adulting in a ghostly world that my generation can smell, see and taste, but not yet actually exist within.

We all know that flow arts and permaculture pasts, are coming back in full force, to reinvigorate our animalistic senses of a ferocious lust for living in love with all that is. (my heart giggles at being able to freely use this type of language that would have been discarded instantly a few years ago) But at this point it is very difficult to ignore the LED hula hoops and props all over, the tribal face paint, changes in our desired foods, as well as how most of us choose to spend our free time. The scale is clearly tipping over (excuse my libra) and those of us still splashing around the mixed waters, disguising our souls in hobbies, can feel the pull into the pure rivers of sweet fresh water steadily dissolving whatever was left our our capacity to cope with just having a job, to pay the bills.

This is a time of ecstatic dance and celebratory chants! Even if often it does not appear so.

While these millipede moments of doubt crawl into our ears at times, we must remember that just as many transformation monarchs and moths, murmur by our lips, and as we freeze above our knees for a moment in confusion, we must thank our intuition for being so precious, so delicate and kind, and yet persistent. And we must be ourselves, supporting every angle of genuine ensemble gifted to us by those brave enough to morph into all aspects of their soulful swings, within this current reality split.

So when our shoulders sink beneath a heavy wave, when we breathe out some doubt along the sidewalk, let's feel our elbows anchoring us to our fingers, so we can freely float amongst our inspiration, and yet come back to spill all of our magic here, where it is most needed.

Lately I have been dancing with more than just my body.

This Tango tangle that twists my thinking, almost gets me to sit sometimes and settle, for something less than sensational and to that I say no thanks. We are on our way to being the strongest, healthiest, most conscious and kind, humanoids 2.0 than ever, at least in our recorded history, and we have each other to dance with!

We have been doing all of this adding up of pros and cons, of gigs versus full time jobs, and measuring the benefits of a location or a 401k with a W2, comparing ourselves to the progress of previous generations, which amounts to disillusion, and we end up basically dividing our efforts, and conquering small fractions of this magnificent and bountiful, ever-expanding collective evolution we will all benefit from.

So less math and more meth..ods of meditation, indulge my humor, for what I can bring to this rising momentum of higher vibration is my words of wittiness and wondering whimsy, and whatever you wish to sprinkle up in this mix, if coming from love, yes please! because your specific skills, intersecting with your creativity, brings the exact pure vitality this music needs to be!

Lately I have been dancing with more than just my body, because my mind has been jamming along with yours, and all of the other fairies and wise wizards... because our kindred spirits dance with the wind, and the cosmic forces can sense we are close to this epic twist of collective peace.

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