I practiced calling the wind like a Yaqui maiden. I sang to the storms as a beloved sorceress. I witnessed the lightning strike in time to my crescendo, a testament to my revelry for the great sky-father. I witnessed myself a catalyst, daughter to a clear conduit. The ultimate catalyst: allowing my electric heart to rouse my gratitude into a dance with my sorrow and witness the heavens dancing with my bitter joy.
Suffering is like cleaning house for that hot date: your future self! Perhaps our souls co-created the toothsome grit with the heavens abound so that we may have a chance to kiss our own knees when we fall down in despair. If you subscribe to that, you'll see that your soul is just flirting with making out with herself.
B. Lembitz covers the Art Basel Screening of Wastedlands 2.
"Gruff Man continues throwing paint cans while a tall man in shiny shoes and sequined short-shorts explains why he and his crew need to bring a van through the screening-range. Gruff man dismissively nods and continues sorting his cans. Like stray cats to a bowl of food, Graffiti artists lurch out of the woodwork towards the sorted cans. They begin tagging the surrounding shipping containers. Shiny Shoes rolls a giant decrepit disco ball across the empty lot. The mirrors softly plink as they fall, brittle glass crumbling into shards on the dark pavement."
If you've ever endured extreme trauma, you've probably experienced what the veterans of bitter-life call, "the shakes." They start as hypertension, usually in the shoulders and upper-neck. These tension spurts increase with intensity, forcing spasms down into the entire body. These shakes are a common symptom of extreme anxiety and post-traumatic stress disorder. They can be cured. In fact, even if you suffer from complex PTSD (multiple repeated traumas), you can be cured.
She whispers light to guide the dying home and beckons the soil to make love to the roots' sweat. A high-class sorceress is compassionately connected. She implicitly trusts the lunacy and truth within her own divine heart as it beats in ecstatic communion with the heavens abound.