A Letter To Myself

My Dearest 2008,

"...here to relive your darkest moments..." 

The mind is an amazing work of art. It has the ability to draw colors and lines around buried emotions. It prepares the soul to adjust to the immediate shift of its surroundings. An outer body experience - another sense of self roaming the earth on a White Horse. The beginning of self discovery through change and loss.   

My Dearest 2009,

"...every demon want's his pound of flesh..."

Riding in the Dark Forest through the Age of Change. I feel the sharp sting of an arrow hit me from a hidden bush. I hesitate to look for she is the self I left behind. Separate passion from slavery.  

A New King has been crowned to inspire the spirit of his people. He ruled "no jot of blood"!!! Leaps and bounds with no glass to break, for "We The People" Own the Sky... 

My Dearest 2010,  

"...and I've been a fool and I've been blind...."

Hope resides in my heart but there is no light. My lovely guide has lead me thus far but I keep looking back. Shadows creep and sway along the branches... I ride faster. Lost... confused but I keep going. Finally absorbing the truth of the last few years. My passion is growing stronger and is leading itself through the Dark...   

My Dearest 2011, 

"...tonight I'm goin bury that horse in the ground..."

I see a glimpse of light and it gets brighter more profound as I get closer. My companion has lost momentum. My storm is ready to walk a path alone. The Heavy is no longer...

I can finally MOURN...

I Release You! 

I Release Myself! 

The motherly soul of a child was reborn and brought balance back to the Universe.

"Its always darkest before the dawn"

Flakes of amber drizzle along the Morning Sky. Raining earthly apples brown sugary winds doughy clouds RISE... culminating in 5...4...3...2...1 

Happy New Year!!!! 

***WAIT*** 

Can you smell the APPLE PIE!!!! 

Love Always, 

Acting and Apple Pie

The Calling

When we are delivered from the womb of heaven... There is a innate greatness built into the architectural structure of our soul. Our experiences are bricks manifest into a magnifying glow. We are Pure Light Realized!!!

Until the dark grim haze of social acceptance swings its heavy sword.

"Off with your head!!!!"

Absorbing our light into a mass of uniformed humanized comfort.

We are Emperors of our own fate. We control the territory we conquer through the shield of our light the grit of our spirit and the purest of our hearts.

It is easy to unarm oneself...joining the army of lost ones. There we are feed and housed with the company of grey hollow existence. A false sense of warmth and security. The cloth that holds tightly to the shape of our frame.... is savagely torn. The dark haze enters our being and surgically removes our core. Collections of such precious raw materials are discharged... locked away until lifeless bodies wither into dust.

I call upon you NOW!!!! To protect our Kingdom of Light!!! To ride into the shadows and know that your strength is stronger than masses of "First-Hand Observers!!!!"


Love,
Acting and Apple Pie

Happy Holidays from The Family of Acting and Apple Pie!!!!!

Laissez Les Bon Temps Rouler

I walked off the plane and stepped back into time. Found a city with seamless edges that mold and fit to the curves of my mind. Tugged on my inner child and left "guilty" out of pleasures like dirt wiped off the soles of my shoes.

Enter...

The alluring mist of spiritual whispers tucked away in the back alley of dimly lit cobblestone roads.  Energy of generations of royal families lavish parties dancing to the sounds of horns, trumpets, as the saints are marching in. Raining jeweled beads from the sky of sultry balconies.

Souls tapping to the Jazzman with coins in his eyes that lived many lives and came back for his wife...or concubine.

Life and Death does not exist along the slim secret passageway of spinning libraries in beautifully built French Townhouses. Finger tips caress wax figurines, yard dolls and lost passages of biblical references.

In the Backroom...

A scandalous sense of enjoying The Other Side of Reality.

There...

Behind the beaded curtain a 85 year old sliver haired woman can tell you your present, past and future. Spirits of family members filling the room; sharing stories, predictions and their observations.

My child...

The LOVE of your LIFE is waiting and ready...

Here...

Ahhh...The Ace of Spades...

Good fortune!!!

Get over yourself!!!

Live in the moment and be REBORN!!!

After two local serenades, Tropical Island Hand Grenades, Topless Tuesday shots, Cafe du Monde powered face Beignets and talk with my deceased Great Aunt...

I fell into a RABBIT HOLE!!!

Then I fell in love.

Screaming...

BLACK & GOLD!!!


Love,
Acting and Apple Pie