Watching 007 and not doing any serious work

It's all good. I have a few big projects, a book, two screenplays. How can I go wrong? Dad's looking good after his heart surgery. Not much to report. The universe is perfect. Life is short, and surprising, and beautiful. I look at my sleeping cat. She's been quite the lazybones after having her ovaries removed. Sunny is in her bed, playing with her tablet, and Nanda with his friends having fun in his room. 

So, what stories do I have left to tell? What realms have I left to explore? The ham sandwich was great, the lime pop delicious. The movie is fun, and although it's too hot to wear a shirt, I like going around shirtless. 

Sasha says she's coming, and I want to take her to Kenyi, to try his ayahuasca. I am so glad I found new Ayahuasca, easier to get than before. I'll be cooking DMT pretty soon. 

Life is beautiful. 

Terrible.

And beautiful.

 

Dad's second heart surgery and Tio Juan's 6th cancer surgery

It's been a while since I come here to vent. I suppose my video blog on YouTube is taking the place of this blog which serves me more like some kind of writing exercise. And since I have two screenplays to finish, and a 50k word book, I guess I don't need it as much as usual. There is a certain truth to the fact that writing whatever I want to bring out a more creative element, whereas if my creativity is somehow culled. 

Last night I had a big boner, and I dreamt of my mother, being angry? laughing? at my boner. It was weird and upsetting. I suppose it has to do with the fact that this Saturday I'll be going on a new Ayahuasca adventure.  Healing. Journey. 

I am extremely clear that there is no death, only a kind of "awakening" to our spirit/energy bodies. Mom was are real last night as she was in life.

Dad was worried about me last week. He had visions of me being in trouble. My own spider-sense has been tingling all month, and I wonder if there is something I should be worried about. The thing about my spider-sense is that it does not prevent anything. It only warns before the fact. There is so much going on that I can't really zero in on the real trouble. Ever since Syamy, (now Sunny) came to live with us after they tried to kidnap her/him, and then shortly after, the response of Andrea to our demand, I feel uneasy, just like I do before I get arrested, or someone dies, or some shit like that. I'll be happy when it finally happens, then this damn spider-sense will turn off!