Sketching The Divine Moments of Truth

I just stumbled across this relic and while I can’t recall the specifics of the blast off I do know I was feeling multidimensional at the time. I know who I was with, and when and where I was, Mendocino California late December 2015 and my passed on brother from another mother “schwilly” was passing the deemster pipe with me.

Billy, his real name, was an otherworldly being and had a tremendous impact on my life. I’d never met anyone else and never will that could get that out there. We sure had some surreal experiences that transcended space and time. Having those ineffable moments with Billy helped ease the blow of his sudden passing. In fact I received the tragic news seated at the very table where I sketched out this ally or entity. Billy and I became enmeshed or entangled with one another, perhaps it had always been this way, but we chose to not cross paths on this plane until we had three decades apart under the veil
of forgetfulness. Had we met in our teens or 20s there would have been no conceivable way both of us would have made it to 30. I truly don’t think creation could contain both of us for any extended period of time together in our physical forms.

I’ve been beyond blessed to have made the connections I’ve made in this existence. It’s one thing to traverse the multiverse alone and attempt to assimilate the brokedown palace of illusions solo, and an entirely different thing to share these moments with others that have the power to crystallize divine moments of truth (DMT). These reflections become imprinted to an eternal program that lives on in perpetuity. It’s not easily accessible nor is it even a place but the doors of perception await you there nonetheless. “Nothing lasts, nothing is lost” William Blake

Billy would want me to stfu at this point, take a dab, drink a beer, and play some tunes...

DMT TUNES
https://youtu.be/XwtT4ZBa3CE?list=PLRQDBVeofw0h4Of0JzpX4TcIbu-9B9h5y

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