What do you do when that happens?

How long can it do that for?

Do you decide when it does that?

At this point in my life if my brain gave me even a bit of a break I'd be so lost. I dont know if i should be glad mine doesnt or jelous of those who's do.

My sister and I took the day to celebrate our mom’s 45th birthday.

It was a beautiful afternoon full of love and release. Today’s ritual was truly needed for my sister and I and we both left the water feeling lighter and happier.

We all have our own psychotropic cages in a sense. In my case an explanation will appear within the context of my invisible captors worldview “novo ordo seclorum”; the tagline for Western domination . My question is who holds the keys to your psychotropic cage?

I am a late 20’s black man who like many is navigating the wide array of topics that dominate our American culture. There are however some specific topics that have come to occupy my subculture including Neo-Moorish temple affiliation and Indigenous Identity politics. I attribute my personal interest in Sovereignty and Astral Projection to spiritual leaders who have found innovative ways to bypass the temporary nature of our human form.

While I strive towards self care it is hard to ignore my place in the cornucopia of psychological tropes that we all must traverse in a environment where you are often trapped into a matrix of poverty and Western decline. When you’re personal woes are less then affable speaking truth to power without approaching your own demons leaves a gaping void.

An Imbalance of standard of living for me has left permanent mental scars in the form of anti psychotic medication prescriptions that allows me to digest with less sensitivity the pain of consciousness but displaces my centering noticeably in order to create a new ‘normal’.

This reality has been tedious, but so has years of chasing women with physical profiles like a Kardashian who create a trophy like obsessed capitalist sexuality that has led to disoriented modes of conduct.

Sadly, through the medium of quiet despair turned to bouts of incomprehensible rage did I face and survive around a dozen hospitalizations and an ego deathbed; but my Vendetta against modern mental hospitals and the aforementioned interest in sovereignty as the possibility of an astral plane have made me humble.