What do I want to do with the remains of my one wild life?

This existential exhalation blew over me recently that I shall try to explore everything by leaving behind the life-til-now – like where I am, who & how I am. All at the same time. It’s like I’ve lived in an air-bubble house & someone pulled the plug so it lies in 2D flat aground. I’m standing on the floor, but that slants of itself & I am tipped into my future.

For years I held onto fear in lieu of love, tho I’d deny that vociferously. I’ve kept a damned low profile for the push-pull of an entertainer’s personality. I’ve made a whole & conscious effort to reflect that back to its source & remove fear from my life since I’m ready to re-enter the Home Country. I want my culture to be where I live, I wish it to return to me so I can dwell there, as comfortably as I dwelled in this now-aged body at age 25. I’ll hang there awhile when the tech fits fully & I renew this body in a medbed. (Are you with me? I believe in such a different framework. no pictures of other exist.)

Reliables mix truth into their tales. My tales begin & end in titrated oration up here. I’m in need of a Board of Trustees.   Yes, at this Late Stage, right before Spiritual Defcon 1, in a time when the humidity itself has been engineered as a first rate mind-read & seer.

The leaders I thought on my side have rolled over into their hushed money piles. Total strangers own mansions I earned the money for as they lined their pockets with my earnings. At one time I would have asked what they were thinking. No mas.

I love the fantastic. I live for becoming my ideal human/spiritual self. I toy with this placebo body. I immerse in books of unlikely heroines rising to a supreme occasion to Save Mankind, when I’ll actually settle just to save the cats of T or C.

I am in a space where a glass bridge manifests, invisible to my eyes yet I walk on in faith towards obliteration. It will take that to restart this life. Right now, I sit next to the crossroads, considering options.