photos by Donny
Turn down that Adam. [vision of the number 7 as though it’s as small as an atom] I’ve got a kid needs some shoes. He’s 13, will be 11 next month. Wow is he growin’ fast. Any faster he’ll be 12. A legalistic childhood, that’s not happenin’. Your imagination just runs wild. I handle him. I don’t think rules rule the show. He wears freedom’s wings.
He occupies the center of the room, and I listen to him all the time. He gets away with murder. If he did anything wrong that would be terrible. This is a good sweet kid. I dote on him. He has me in hand. We just go round and round about that. I don’t care I let my ego down for him. This is not paper mâché. Now it’s invoice. He needs to know he’s expensive.
He’s not a little kid anymore, and the changes happen everyday. I just go with the flow, but I’m faced with a dilemma. The world’s not going to dote on him like me. He has to get social wings. He has to have the right equipment. I think we start with everyday. I don’t wait on you hand and foot. You can reach the sugar now. You know how to boil water. You can be interrupted by your own needs. I mean get up out of that chair and do them, just the little tasks your small hands can manage. You can’t bake bread. Oh me? Unless I’m sick I’ll do it myself.
We’re just makin’ that daily turn. You have been an infant in my care, the small child, and I did everything for you. We’re almost finished with that. Look I really love yah kid. I’m into helping you survive. It’s a hostile world out there, no Disney Land. The best thing I can teach you is to teach yourself. This is not hard on the rocks. I’m still gonna baby you when you got those little boy blues. I’m very attuned to you. You’re my other half.
Okay grow up, I really understand we do that slowly. I’m here to hold your hand, but I’m not here to tie your shoe, or take in your music in my silent room. I dwell there. You don’t seem to know that. I don’t like war games in my living room. Machine gunfire cringes me. Now you like society with yah all the time. It sings to you its mores, blasts them apart in video games, and you’ve put both together now— a soundtrack to your gameplay. You know I object. Okay you’ve put on Mr. Beast to appease me. You know I like his show, but honestly, I druther have quiet in my room. I don’t know how to teach you quiet. You’re so hooked in I think you’ve lost your mind. It’s an electronic media. Can’t you see you’re hooked?
Sadhana, where does this meet you? I don’t know how strong it must be, but I think we’re growin’ into it if I wanna give you the best in life. Where do we begin? You are so entertained. I can’t fly this. This is an attack. You’re made to feel at home in wars. You think relationship’s on YouTube. You don’t like your outer reality. It’s not hyped with music, the Seinfeld of drama, and here you are a robot, a zombie, the catcher in the game, the intelligent boy. This is horrible music. I don’t know how to daddy you. Time schedules, rules, do we need them?
I have to hold your hand. I think you’d pick flowers if there were a bomb. You have no idea the value of time. You don’t know how to work. You just sit there and play. School’s the counterpart to this, and I wouldn’t want it to rule you. It’s worse than video games. It teaches you all the wrong stuff. Everybody’s bad word. Give me the answers, horrible feelings. It’s not where I want you to grow up.
I swear baby come here. [vision of letting two of our dogs come into the room, they happy and wagging their tails jaunting on in] We haven’t waited for it all to go by before we swam. We have waded every bit in the wake of the whole. [this and above line came at the end of a dream where I was in a boat and watching from the back of it as some kids I knew jumped into the bay, bouncing up and down in the water on the wake of the boat] Did you get that? It’s Whitney Houston all over again, I think the greatest love of all. You know what she means. How do we humble ourselves and do it? It’s not every minute playin’ with that kid. Look kid. I think he has come chores to do. Do we include him in them? He’s always watching a stagnant video. You don’t get him out of that chair. It’s self-love with him, every breaking time. Not what he truly needs. Damages his brain stuck in his chair all day. The Mother’s tryin’ to get him outta that chair, outta the house.
Every lighthouse is good seein’ from a distance. Let him have it, like he would bring a will with us on our dog walks. He can just go test the world out on his bicycle. The neighborhood kid thing ain’t happenin’. Yeah, you’re right. He can’t play in the street. Well there is the gym, and you’ve equipped a room to do that with the weapons. That’s just started, and he loves it in there. It’s your name we’re tryin’ to get yah to say. Bite it and kick it on the wrong address. That’s social media.
Now who’s playin’ cars? Can he not play? Doesn’t play enough. May I help you, may I help you? That’s a game card. Alright UNO let’s go to reach. Parental Monopoly’s a nightmare, but look how happy it makes your kid. Oh God Risk! I’m just goin’ with the games in the room. We can get more complicated outside, doin’ some mini nature collection, pressin’ flowers so they stand the test of time, and go on long walks to an imaginary noon. We’re pressed for time, hum together a hundred and eighty degrees from ship to sail. Can I help you? Yeah help me cook. Cut some potatoes. You know I clean house. I’ll sweep you mop how about that?
Oh I’m sorry, you have to work. Can’t always be friends with the house. Poetry module needs movin’. Now here’s where you touch base. Enough! Captain, inwards. And what is that boy doin’? Leavin’ you alone. This has been the module all along. We go on technology, he’s a spearpoint, just can’t seem to find the time to leave me alone, and he bothers me. Look, I gotta get this posted. This is the command time and that an understatement. Typed up a poem with headphones on, and you gotta get it posted. I didn’t see one— that boy on his armchair. This is what you teach him to do, study you. I heard a noise. A thought came in. The poem it got scratched. I’m really tryin’ to do my best here.
Wait a minute, and that boy does, until he sees you’re out of the zone. What teaches him this? Politeness. I don’t think we throw stones. You’re catering the ability it all rings. Swamp in his head, you don’t want that master, and you gotta get ‘im to think on his own, and media don’t determine that. He could sit next to you, some comfortable back straight, and he could go to town on thought while you meditate. Alright kid we’re gonna do this and that’s it. Oh man. Now let’s go barefoot, and he learns not to think. Short periods all, and we ground ourselves. Look kid you’re just gonna do this. You can tell that kid what to do. It’s his place in life. They’re hardwired for that. Aren’t you kid?
Take some time to work out these modules. He’ll resist. You’re firm but kind. You just love that little boy to death. He’s not a softball. You can be firm with him. You respect his comfort zone too much. He needs to be tested, tried, and true. He’s growin’ up for God’s sake. He’s not a little boy anymore, or he’s not that exactly. He’s gettin’ some independent shoes. He’s puttin’ on the world. He’s becoming himself in the mirror. That’s your doin’. You’ve accelerated his growth constantly challenging him with ideas, pushing him towards his hidden sun, testing his clarity. You’re intense to be with, and you push everybody. You’ve growed that little boy up to see the world in things, to know God is there, and you’ve showed him enlightenment, Supermind and the Supreme, and you get on with his soul, and you’ve done that in the joys of life, taking him to school. You’ve really got this concept in him of the world is bigger than the show, and I think he surprises everyone how he understands the world. You’re not workin’ with raw clay. He’s an accelerated son of a gun. The raw material’s in his attitude, and that’s what we’re workin’ on now, a pilot program, something real.
Just look like a human body divine that’s not cleared his room. That boy needs tall tales. That boy knows he’s giving birth to his divinity, but he doesn’t know what that means yet. You have to show ‘im, and that’s painstaking. You have to hold yourself to the divine. He’ll respect that, and you’ve got a child with him now he don’t respect. Onion told me to bring this in to you, okay? [spoken in the voice of Varon, five] He’s really messed up here. Find out his impact on his little brother the rest of his life. He’s got to be good to him. What can we do here? Make him see. And we continue with this everyday.
I’ve got a neutral causing line. It’s apparent. Enhance. Make that the see, and you’ll rub off on him all the right ingredients. This is liftin’ the room. You’ve got it working for you now. Everyday to show. He’s not as delicate as you think. Something important, you take him to task, firmly, smoothy, and with a whole lotta love. What are you waiting for? [heard sung by Ellie Goulding, “Love Me Like You Do”] You with Me?
We’re working for every man and woman who send they’re on the truth. Judgemental entities, we have to see that before. They only care about that kid, or at least they think they do. You’re a shadow report. They just want you out of the picture. Nobody’s sayin’ they’re smart here. You’re a friendship with the divine. I understand talking I need you to listen that’s all. This is evolving Sanskrit, letting language lose its borders. Did you know what it feels like to drown? And there I am to help you. You need limits, guidelines. They can’t restrict you in your evolution. I know this plan, okay? I’m all about it. It’s calmer than we know. I’m putting these shoes on you. They rub blisters sometimes there’s so much resistance. They hurt your feet. It’s okay we do it anyway. I’m not there a judge in the sky but an Alpha friend. Open.
You’re not enough by yourself. You need Me to guide you. Come on with that kid. It’s time to grow him up now. Put lessons on him that socialize him in the room in a manner befitting his patience. We need him. He’s got plans for Us in the future. Don’t let him down. Develop him. Be there with him. Teach him how to love himself so he will not get in the way of others. How doin’? Gettin’ heard of. Now, let’s fly. On your mark, get set, go.
Punishment reveals itself as statistics. Who can say it works? Grabbed the day by a hayride. I didn’t punish that kid. I saw him along. This is active parenting. We got along, and it wasn’t that he agreed. I spent time with him you do this you do that, explained things. He’s still didn’t agree, but he did them. You can turn off the music if they’re stubborn. Then you take them and ring their neck. That’s an out loud statement. You know who that’s from don’t you? They always incite violence. That’s the tail you have to cross to get to that kid: you control yourself. What does violence do to them? Make them worse.
I judge him fit for a king. To take his crown defeats him. I don’t want that little boy defeated. Well we took his phone away. We didn’t keep it long. We let him get up and comply and get it back. There are no rude handles here. Patience runs the thing. I’m not a disciplinarian. That kid runs all over me. There’s no toll taken I’m afraid. I love ‘im like the dickens. We go together. Come on let’s go. We’ve got a poem to cross.
The muse is art. I thinks that a person can really get a mouthful here. Just open your eyes and swim. Damn, it’s a hardhat. I don’t how you move along. I think you get meaning in doses. Meaning in doses, what? You just take it slowly. Meaning will reveal the line. Alright I’ll give you the scent. You’ve got to capture the moon. This poem is Heaven sent. You just hear about kids, but the divine is talkin’ to you. This is not beat up children. It’s easy with them, like they deserve to smile. It’s got instructions for divinity kids. You heard me. We grow God in our children, and one day this breaks out in humanity, and we are divine on earth.
Now it’s happenin’ on the inside. No light of day yet. We’re just breathin’ enlightenment and some soul change. No divinity to speak of yet. That’s gonna take a long time. It’s a supramental change. We raise the human race this way. Here, a poetry guidebook. What actions about words are done? Who does it? The lead dinosaur. That dinosaur’s of old, and old sin on the world soul. That leader’s helping out. You were falling out. Issue a clean to do sadhana, five pounds or something like that. It’s a work with children scheme. Thank you and thank you and thank you.
I’m gonna go eat. I’ve heard it with my hands. This is cultural sin. Is there anyway to change offenders? No, that’s star’s community, a soul to cross. It’s God’s doin’ and the soul charge. You just love ‘em and let ‘em do it. You know the ones that change, that you can count on. Pictures were all with words and the word’s with me, so you can understand the science behind all this text, the tie breaker. We’re goin’ somewhere. We have engines in the room that can see each other. The bottom of the line feels good, and we see ourselves in town. We are the right music. Way station, we’re talking about that has frame. Without grace no meeting on earth would happen. The gas is gonna do it, right? Picture I love you.