i have no idea what's going on at the moment, disconnected and out of whack, the mescal skies send opium signs and written in smoke i read the symbolic font and wait for some sort of delivery. this has been a strange time of change, transition and movement through stillness, i am at peace but around me the urgings of unrest and discord. i should be unsettled but i am warrior spirit in zen moment awaiting the backdrop to change.
i have good people near by, the high priestess, tim, evan a handful i know but i've always gone for quality.
tomorrow i will get political.