Echoes of Wandering Whispers (DRRG, Alch, KB, Ql, EoG, RM line, Revelations)

[Phoermes]

Okay; in my cooking class, one which the lady at thr front desk squeezed me in because they’re teaching a traditional dish, which is the main reason for my joining; there I was talking with the students one of which, whom was sitting next to me as we were waiting for the dish to cook, was talking about how she’s learning English and it’s difficult because no one to talk to, and how she’s worried about the exam and things of such nature.

I was right next to her and in my head I was saying should I lol? So I cracked up a conversation in English with her, English is a third language here; rarely used.

It turns out, that this lady’s brother migrated to the states and is now a US citizen, told me all about his marriage, divorce, how he first started with buying the green card through a fake marriage but then the woman loved how he takes care of things and provides and so she converted religions and married. So we started talking about that, the USA as well as Canada’s visa process.

On top of that, her brother was in New Jersey then lived in New york; she thought NY was the capital.

Later on while watching a video for vocal lessons; the teacher started singing New York, New York by Sinatra.

Alright. Bring me your Manager

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Art
Heart
Earth
…

I’ve said for a while that our heart is full of art.
But I realized yesterday that the word Earth has art in it as well, and it is indeed the work of art of the highest degree and beyond – eARTh.

Heart.

h e A R T

Scribbled them letters ound

EARTH

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Shine like pure gold, as the sun of old

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Where ever I go, physically or surfically people complain about their condition, complain about their countries. Always finding the stink and claiming with tremendous might that THEY on all of the earth are having it the worst. That THEIR government is awful and so is their country. I have seen it over and over.

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Woohooo

Got my TEFL certificate today. I don’t know if I will be using it, but I had the time and went for it. It would look good on my resume, even though I am a STEM graduate and still working towards a PhD but am side tracked by ART, business and finding my way to become a US citizen. I would like to Cuss out on live tv and not be murdered, thank you very much.

Freedom, though it is a basic right, is a luxury in this world of bondage. Eh, fuck it, all these obstacles are but changing my direction to my truest of true destinations GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALD

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3 Minutes into Daddydom and I want to slip into my suit and continue listening and working while on my desk.

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Concerning Emperor Daddy

This is embarrassing, I suppose, but we’re all good sports here so here goes:

By 3:44 I had a strong urge to put on my suit and spray some Oud for Greatness or Falcon Leather and get back to my desk and continue working.

By the end I thought: Any Farmgirls around here, my milk brings all them girls to the yard.

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7:50 Minutes of Celestial Rebellion

15 Minutes of Emperor Daddy

1 Minutes of Vibes 4
2 Minutes of Vibes 2
2 Minutes of Vibes 1
1 Minutes of UWX

I’m wondering if I should push more

[Phoermes]

Synchronicites still are of the highest degree and are now taking shape from what I say. It has been on my mind for a while, even noticed its effects but I tend to forget or get caught in the illusions and traps of the mind here and there. I’m become even more aware and confident in this path that I travel.

Though I do sometimes feel this sense of, I don’t know how to describe it, like this feeling of loneliness, like I am all alone, despite being with people and socializing or whatever, even if I were with a lover or had children or with my parents, I still have this sense of I am alone. Most people don’t see it, or turn blind eye to it, being aware, being just here and now, can sometimes make me feel terrified; I feel connected and I feel myself in their reflection but can they see me? Who is this me anyway.

Still haven’t worked on my novel, I know that it is the one thing that could set me free, but why am I afraid of working on it… Is it because when I engage in it I feel what I am writing, I see what I am feeling, and I become what I read? Living, always living into what I work on, and if I live into it, could my heart handle being alone, to see the world as I build it?

I know that it will all end only to begin, all we gather and leave behind; why does it feel like the end is when I sleep, only to wake up and repeat; like a scorpion’s tail twirling round the clock.

I just don’t know what to make of it anymore, I lift my eye to the heavens and see how enormous this earth is, how wide and majestic are the horizons, wingless I soar above it, yet they make it seem small, myopic they can’t see beyond their own walls.

[Phoermes]

For the Synchronicites:

As I write this, I remember another part which makes it even more precise.

The combination of all that I am doing and running, must have cleared up my inner world. In fact, I haven’t been hearing any whispers, less echoes than usual. I thought to myself “I perhaps have wandered off the cave long enough and should merge back into the darkness, where the shadows are one”

Anyway:

I was singing a song, a reaaaaaally old song the other day. I was also thinking of a way to clean all these pots and cooking plates, remove all the residues. I was scrolling through youtube shorts while checking some videos about vocals, and after a funny video which ended up with the dude say “Dont talk about my DADDY” a video comes up with this man with a familiar face and thick accent in a kitchen showing his son how to he cleans kitchenware easily without chemicals; I noticed a flag on his arm side of that chef-attire. He is from the country where my mother is right now, where she sent me that wedding festival the same moment a wedding drive by was going on. That’s not all, he begins to clean the over plate on a fire and that same song that I was singing was playing… lol

God, I thought I asked you to get me your manager.

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I did an experiment, well its on going; I was told that every Thursday, they have weddings, when I inquired about the frequency. They also said its because Summer. I did not play Vibes 4 last week and there was no wedding, maybe I played it for 30s, not certain. I will be playing it more tomorrow and see if they make a racket.

Don’t know why I am bothering with this synchronicity, Mind Over Matter little experiment. I know for certain that these are true. Every know and then this silly nonbeliever refuses to believe, or at least its me perhaps not knowing how to ask for things, as if its wrong from me to desire something, as if it will take me off my spiritual path and into pretty illusion of Maya; another word I have been hearing often lately. I honestly don’t know how to react if I come across a girl named Maya. These remind me of that first time when I got into synchronicities, all thise 69 69 69 everyday – As Above So Below, As I Say, So you’re Told.

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I know not who I am, for tomorrow I am another man

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Concerning Emperor Daddy

I feel like I have a mature aura about me; as if I seen it all and been there before. Its like how a senior would call you a kid even though you might be 50 years old with children and 7 ex wives, relative to the senior, you are a kid. What I mean is that there is an air, no, a stench of mastery when socializing or seeing people in general. I can sense the immaturity, or level of maturity in others and they can sense it on me.

In my cooking class, many things happened, more synchronicities or premonition, at this point I can’t tell much, perhaps its both. Its time to upgrade my result enhancer with NREE, because there is something right at the tip of my nose but I can’t seem to catch it. Anyways, since this is for Emperor Daddy, I’ll try to swerve less than usual.

In my cooking class, being in the third week with this group, there is a definite change than before and than other “archetypes;” where I seemed more intimidating on WB/ASBR. However, being a daddy, I was more approachable. There were quite the instances where I was shown that elderly respect and warmth. There wasn’t a moment, where someone wouldn’t move out of the way and gesture me to advance so I could have a better view, even though I am taller than them. Some of them would offer me chairs, and others would ask how I am more often than usual, in fact, one of them asked twice. Some other kid, started a conversation that quickly got interrupted whereby he asked how long have I been cooking because I look like I know what I am doing, which took me by surprise as I don’t remember doing anything other than giving advice and being comfortable in that big kitchen. The young ladies, were more coyish than usual, apologizing more than often when for example blocking the way, can’t keep an eye contact and quickly averting their eyes downward; softer voice opposed to when with others; more attentive and offering me obvious advice.

Later on, I had started a conversation about music and guitar with someone because he got a comment on his nails (this one must be from vibes) and the way he was conversing with me, unlike to others, was as if he was talking to someone much older, and my demeanor was that of a care giver; its that Stalwartness of Emperor but there is a warmth, care and wishing good for other, looking after them.

Soon as I woke up, I went on to work on my things, less lollygagging. While still feeling energetic after I came home after a long day, which I would sometimes needs some time to deflate myself, but I flew directly into working.

When I listened to it yesterday, by 3 minutes I saw myself wearing a suit and dressed in Oud for Greatness or Falcon Leather, on my desktop working on my projects, which I find comical.

I’m not a Silver Fox, but I do intend to be so someday, nevertheless, I do feel great about that one white hair in my nasal canal.

Another thing is that I felt a surge of power and inspiration to initiate a call and check on people that I care about.

No one called me Daddy yet, but one of the kids in the streets was calling me Uncle, which is new as he never used that word before. And some little girl grabbing her mom was looking at me and smiling as if it was safe. The greetings from shopkeepers felt like that which I see being received by older men.

I think this one is excellent with DRG and the New chosen. It has the Emperor foundation, that immovable body and mountainous will, but its more directed inwards rather than full on outward towards the world, its calmer and tame, but not timid or weak, no, rather controlled; controlled implosion than explosion. I love the sense of amused mastery about it and enjoy this composed repose, without trying to improve anything or even thinking of asserting my will. No need to show my fangs, the mane speaks for itself.

I’ll continue snacking on this for some time as needed, but if I were someone who would just like to enjoy the harvest that they’ve fielded for a while, I would definitely jump on this. In fact, I think Emperor Daddy and a wealth focused title could give this a great twist, a mature twist on OG Emperor.

I would sum it up with: Imperturbability.

[Phoermes]

That which doesn’t serve me is removed. That which hinders me is removed. That which doesn’t elevate me is removed.

So many useless crap. I find more success when I am in solitude, in my own cave, in my own world; away from the noise of the mundane. Animals, such a such shame, going about like beasts after their bellies.

I feed the animals on the streets, and there are times when I can’t tell the difference between the animals in the streets, or the ones I raise, and between the people. Though these cats show symptoms of higher intelligence, of divinity, yet, they devolve to their instinct at the sight of meat or the smell of the flesh; blood lust in their eyes, they beat their brothers down.

The older I get the more alone I wish to become, I find it difficult to entertain people for a long time, its as if I have to leave my silent abode to impart anchoring words. Always complaining, nothing’s ever good enough, by God, is their spirit ripped apart?

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Okay, integration complete.

I’m done with Act II of both customs. It’s time to move on to the next level. I have completed this one, over and over again. I need a flight to another elevation. The blend of QL+ and Alchemist revealed itself in a moment of reflection on my usual free writing/free speaking or whatever it is that it’s called.

One more week so that I stick to my schedule and it’s done for now.

[Metamorphosis]

Congratulations!

[Metamorphosis]

Woah! How is Vibes going for you?

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@Metamorphosis

Woah! How is Vibes going for you?

I love it; it’s one of my favorites. It always lifts me up when I’m feeling low.

I never realized how intricate the vocal instrument is; all the muscle manipulation of the throat and the body as a whole. It’s like any other instrument, except the tuning is done from within and isn’t as rigid. I suppose with training, it would become much easier, as opposed to tuning the body of an instrument and then playing it in its fixed tuning; but even those have nuances in real time. What I’m saying is music is absolutely incredible.

Technique-wise, it helped demystify much of what seemed far-fetched about all the singers I admired; it also showed me in more detail how impressive Freddie Mercury’s vocal command is.

It also helped in dividing what must be done into manageable chunks to reach whatever objective one has.

There’s much more left unsaid about this, but it’s definitely a work of genius and would bring out the genius in you, in proportion to how much one dedicates to it.

Regarding Stage 1, yes. The piece I’m working on - I’m fueled by excitement to finish it. It’s 31 lines so far, and I’m just transitioning into act 2 in the next couple of lines, with much more to go through. Though I’ll be honest, I’m not free of some fear about what will come out, but that’s what makes it beautiful, I suppose - at least human. What excites me most is that it’s musical, rich in poetic devices that I had no idea I was using. I usually just write whatever comes to mind and love to rhyme, as I believe reading can be boring, and boring reading belongs to research, not anything with emotions or art. Boring is colorless. And this one is filled with color, with images, with senses, symbolism and similes, narration, extensive end rhymes, internal and slant rhymes; it’s as if I’m reading musical notes, but they have words. I can’t read music, but if they do sound like this, perhaps I should write on a 4-lined musical notebook.

I love the enjambments, the out-of-the-box dynamic, where I write in structured length then - whoops - I’m here and there and everywhere, yet the tone still remains. I find myself flowing into what is more musically appealing, but at the same time sticking to the core theme; it’s like an adventure of emotion. To be honest with myself, I’ve always admired those epic poems that are like one huge novel but read like a poem. I think that is more my style, but I still wish to write something for film or a novel. There are also neologisms, and it’s in this piece that I realized there’s something called poetic license, so I’m using it whenever I think a word wouldn’t normally work like that; they’re all made up anyway, and anything is better than “lit,” which sounds like someone looking to take a hit.

Despite all the literary devices employed, the sound devices, the free-form structure, and the complex internal rhymes - and I really don’t know what else - it still maintains consistency and cohesion.

I would previously find myself reaching a dead end when I tried to rhyme more often than I should, as if forcing a rhyme. But now, it’s like I can dribble the ball and juggle off the wall with no trouble at all, and fall like a feline straight on the tip line and ready to roll for more. It’s as if there was this unhooked light bulb that is now fixed with one of those fancy Philips color-changing bulbs. I must just be wary of not burning it out; but even then, I could just put in another bulb and so on.

@Metamorphosis Thank you for asking

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3 Minutes of Gateless Gate (ROSRODROM+LB)

I don’t know why, but I felt a call for it. I had some imageries flush into my mind and I suppose if I had to decrypt them they were alluding to the Gateless Gate.