Oh my Trickster Gods!

”Sometimes he’d get drunk and want to slap me around a little!”

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he’s so youngest person ever core

I feel like Evalas and the associated content will be a pretty loud answer for this, so I'll not go too in depth, but uh yeah I think they'd probably be pissed off right now. Because I am. 😂

Not that they're a bunch of saints. I just think you don't have to be pristine to recognize injustice, betrayal, and wickedness.

I have never been a "this is a space for escapism so I won't denounce evil ppl because what if evil ppl are giving me money" type of creator. I think my work makes some pretty clear statements about love and acceptance that in theory (unfortunately not always in practice) should go hand in hand with those opposed to vile bullshit.

For me, all art is political, and to strip the thing you make of any critique, inspiration, or experience is to simply strip the soul from the collection of noises and shapes you make.

I won't like...headcanon my way through how each character might feel in today's current events, but I know for sure they'd feel shame and embarrassment. I just recently traveled out of country for the first time in a long time and it really helps to get that outside perspective and see how varied and different other places are.

I'll spare you the rant I deleted that followed that, but essentially I wanted to stress that what is happening right now in America is not normal and should alarm everyone. Not to fear monger, but to look you in the eyes and say yes you are seeing what you are seeing. They are doing what they're doing. We are unfortunately standing at the precipice of great and terrifying change, and the best thing I can think to do right now is to tell anyone and everyone who will listen that they have been lied to. They have tested our complacency again and again, and if we just let it happen, I fear we cannot unfuck this.

Under no circumstances should the richest man in the world be holding court in the oval office or be granted executive oversight of government institutions. From the dawn of time we have told stories about corruption and wickedness. Cautionary tales of good versus evil are inherent to humanity.

If we can no longer recognize these things for what they are, we are well and truly lost. And that is a remarkable tragedy. In time, history will wonder how this could have happened...or we will rally, and turn back the tide. There are people who have been deceived, and we are at a point where we can't take a victory lap or be petty. Being right doesn't mean shit when there's this much at stake.

Maybe this sounds overblown to you. Dramatic. I wish it was the case, but this isn't like last time. At all. So don't put your head in the sand and hide. Have conversations. Share your concerns. Don't shut yourself in. Don't let the emotionally charged debate topics distract from the plain and obvious. Evil shit is happening and the structures in place to protect us are being dismantled for the gain of the most powerful people in the world. Fuck whatever hot button politicized bullshit your drunk uncle won't shut the fuck up about, when did he sign off on licking Putin's boots? Have that conversation instead of indulging in the bullshit and maybe we can win back some folks who've fallen into the nonsense vortex of podcast topics to get upset about. That's step one.

Well I spared you one rant and offered up another. Oops. 😂

I don't want to leave you with doom and gloom so I'll say this. Humanity can be very cold and calloused. Through our history we've done really fucked up shit, and turned a blind eye when things shouldn't sit right in your soul. I believe that if you carry the torch of hope and love you can ignite that in others. We are capable of incredible feats of love, just like we are hate, and if we can set aside our anger and bitterness long enough to reignite hope among our families and communities...we win. Those hearts are not out of reach. I won't believe we live in a world where hate cannot be overcome with love and compassion.

If you've been failed by those who should stand by you, support you, and love you, I beg you to not let your heart grow cold. There is so much more to hope for than that brokenness. Don't be overcome with fear and anger, but wield it as righteous passion and find your voice.

MANIFEST

Tell me a story. Let me start… Once upon a time… Once upon a time the people and animals of the world could not tell stories, because stories only belonged to the Sky God. The Sky God kept stories in a treasured golden box by his throne at all times. One day he had a visitor, who came to him asking the price to bring stories to the Earth…

Can you tell me the story? Do you know who the buyer is? What price is he willing to pay? “Why the fuck should any of this matter?” you may ask yourself, and someone has to my face, after asking for a test. The answer is simple: Stories, mythology, folklore, fairy tales, music are a big part of my belief system. All of these things are about connection, connection to people, to the world.

i …. i don’t communicate with people well. But i can connect with through stories and music. i grew up as a mixed child in a bad family, a not so great small southern USA town. Stories were kept from me, being in a strict religious house, and somehow they were mine to find in the refuge of books and television while i tried to escape everything i was going through and avoiding in life.

This story that i started, it is about the first god i have ever felt i had understood out side of the one that was pressed upon me. If i lived in a big city with big hospitals, community centers, i would like to have costumes and tell stories… Why? Why does it have to be a big city? Everybody deserves a story. Maybe today will be the day that i go to the park and bare my soul to the few that pass by,

Again, why should any of this shit matter? There needs to be a connection with the One that i am meant for and myself. This is but a gateway to a full connection. Shouldn’t this matter? Isn’t this connection just as important as any others to be made? The only things i would ask from The One is to promise to sing to me when all the music dies… and… and…

Making a glass rabbit