Inspiration is a process that starts with taking a long, hard look in the mirror.
I generally only have creative thoughts when I’m high…but somehow this bubbled out of my sober mind…
I don’t remember where my head was when I wrote these words…but I do remember that I was stoned.
It’s amazing what happens when you just let it.
The veil between the worlds must be very thin…the thoughts just keep pouring over me… Perhaps we are a collective unconscious but in this incarnation we are individual souls with free will. My prayers cannot heal you, nor could my craft, but I can aid your own will by sending you good energy and vibes….