lewashi, the creator();

the shadow work of malakai

experimenting with blender compositing

in pain i once wrote, "words left unspoken rot within."

reality-twisting trauma leaves the blinded soul yearning a closure that already exists.

sometimes i am confused, sometimes i am ashamed.

one of the first sins ever committed was shame.

the myth goes that adam and eve stood naked in paradise, ashamed of their state. the serpent had snapped eve's sense of reality and the first earthen couple fell from the unity of the most high into a dualistic state of perpetual work towards the very unity they fell from. all things must return to their roots.

the once plural name of the most high all became singular after the fall of man as man lost the image of the god of everything.

sometimes i wonder what my serpent is and how to undo the fall.

we fall short everyday, after all.

i am still here. i am still here.

we are all one. we come from the Light. the place where the Light is manifest from itself, has established itself and manifests through their image.

from light everything comes, from light everything must return.

your spirit is pure, your soul learning,

your body moving in a plane with a heavenly father who would go to the ends of the earth for you.

you are wonderfully made!

the power of your thoughts,

the impermanence of your memories

find it again,

we were young, with curious eyes, fascinated within the small pockets of time.

alas, arauna has been completed, malakai has been completed, yet i still have much to do, and i am in school. i will have to make a todo-list.

it's okay to forgive yourself over a wild past.

bad memory rage

dear mr sun,

thank you for your service. however, you are too bright and the bloom is strange now and my 3am creative suffering is delayed.

thank you for your understanding.

- lewashi