energy waves | My Experiments with Sanity

I just want to start off by saying how blown away I am that people from all over the world are reading this. I mean, I get it’s called the world wide web, I guess I just forget. How magical the power we have, all united? I feel like there’s so much we can achieve together.

You know, our bodies are just a shell. Inside of you is this thing called your soul. Some people don’t even know it’s there! But if you sit real still you can dial in and connect your soul to the ever abundant energy forces all around us. Energy radiates up out of the earth into our bodies and it shines down on us from up in the heavens above. We’re hit from the sides by our fellow travelers and foliage. We’re blanketed with energy, yet we forgot. It’s ok. But now we remember.

We don’t need to suck energy from other people. We don’t need to suck energy from excessive caffeine. We have all the energy we need already, of course!

Now that you’re dialed in, know that others around the globe, including myself, will use that line. We can connect, leave our bodies behind for a little while, and come play in the sky. Soar, skip and dip through your world, unfettered by your cumbersome body. It’s one of my favorite things to do, to leave my body behind and soar. This is new to me. I only just started. And I always forget. Let’s make a pledge to do it more often. You can do it too…of course.

How light we are! Just energy pulsing around! Zipping and dipping, buzzing and…fuzzing? So all of you glorious fine souls pulsing the same love energy that we are all made of, come join me. I’ve been lonely in Booniesville. I’m going to host a soiree.

Please do attend. You know where I live. You know everything. I’m hosting a gathering of all those walking the path towards dapperdom. Noon MST, this Sunday. No need to bring anything but your soul, we have everything we need…of course!

Oh how fabulous it will be! To unwind our limbs that have curled in the wrong direction, line our energy up and be all dapper and shit. Realize that when we join our souls like this, we are a force in the universe.

A force for dapperdom. As our energy pulses stronger and stronger with the deeper ties we make along this path toward dapperdom, our energy begins to radiate out, blind siding and beaming onto unsuspecting souls that are near us. When these sad souls see the joy and bliss we radiate out and damn, just how dapper we look all the way thru to our core! Why, those poor souls will rise up, inspired by our delight with life and they too will grow our force even stronger by following our path. Diesel. We’re a diesel force for dapperdom.

I’m not going to say walking this path is easy. Shit no. It takes concerted effort with every single breath you take! Let a few breaths pass and your mind has already run to the past or the future. It’s not here, Now. Back to the breaths. Back to the Now. Back to the breaths. Back to the Now.

It really is quite a lot of work to be present minded, and of course, dapperdom requires one to be fully present minded and linked in to the energy around one and if need be, takes in energy, but NEVER from another person, lest it be positive and given to us. One can use the soles of one’s feet to draw energy up and through one and out the heart chakra. Drop a love bomb on the room. It’s a lot of fun to watch it explode amongst the recipients and the rush when the force is united. The love, the connection that is felt. Until the next breath.

May the Dapper Force always have your back,

B. Wright

PS: I just googled “love bomb” to find a nice picture of a heart as a bomb, or some shit, and I guess it’s a cult thing. Love bomb is how you lure members into your cult. Shit, my gig is up. I was aiming towards world domination, wooohahahah!! But on a serious note, I think we should steal the word back and make “Love Bomb” a positive thing…damn cults, fucking everything up, as usual.

I got to thinking about how far I’ve come over the years. I decided to share a glimpse ‘o me, what I was like, etc. and who I have grown into today with much difficult work. Although you know, of course, everything awful that has happened to you is a blessing in disguise.

When I discovered that, man did life become instantly better. A flat tire? Great, I need practice. Broke the screen on my iPhone and feel ghetto? I need some work on humility and don’t forget being grateful for the bounty I have available. We all have available. This abundant world. All this abundance shit? Law of Attraction? New to me in the past few years. But I’m running with it.

It totally makes sense to me and I’ve seen it work more times than I could ever remember. Not as much as I would like it to occur but I’m a believer. Rambling. Again. For some, the rambling is normal. How else does the mind work? To those dear readers that aren’t blessed with bipolar, I apologize for the digression and lets get on with this reflection.

1995: 15, sophomore in high school, smoking pot numerous times a day, dressing ridiculously scandalous at 90lbs and 34C, skipping class most of the time, “dated” guys who either dealt drugs or came from money so they could buy drugs. I put quotations around dated because getting smashed and fucking isn’t dating per se but I know there’s some fain of heart out there. Don’t read my shit then if you’re one, or at least at your own risk. There. Warning issued. Now I can finally sleep. Kidding.

1995: big into acid, big into getting fucked up as much as possible. I bussed tables at a once shwanky restaurant in my neighborhood. A night’s tip out was perfect for a pack of Reds, a little to pitch in on a bag with friends, get a 40oz. of some malt liquor and tip the bum for getting the smokes and booze. Ahhh, the good old days.

I guess I started to work for my meds pretty early on. I also babysat a couple times a week as well. I also got lunch money and sometimes when my dad would have a big wad of cash all rolled up hidden somewhere for some reason beyond me, I’d slide some bills out. It’s all about revenue streams flowing.

I also had a big klepto problem at this age. Shame to admit, but I even stool from people I liked who hosted soirees, aka keggers, while their parents were out of town. But only if it was a house where there was plenty. Fish tanks for walls and such. I’d like to send out an apology to all those out there, including the big corporations. Stealing is wrong. I would never do it again and stopped when I turned 18. Not worth it to get busted for another pair of expensive risqué panties.

My older brother ratted me out once when he got caught for stealing hood ornaments. He went thru a brief rebellion period, skateboarding and such. He got jumped by his rebellious friends and then that was the end of that phase. He said how do you think she can afford all those things she has? She steals them. Thrown under the bus for sure.

My parents are perfect and exactly who I was meant to be born into. In fact, I believe I chose them, as we all choose our parents for they have a problem that we as the next generation must solve. Or shit, at least try to solve. Then if you breed, you shit your problem/burden onto your child and so on down the line until we’ve solved all issues. We will evolve to such a high frequency of love and deep understanding of our connection with ALL that is, we just become some ginormous (wow, no spell check? That’s a real word now? I thought it was slang.) some ginormous symbiotic energy wave spreading love deep into the cosmos every which way. Wow. Won’t that be fun?