Light From the Old Mirror…
Light From the Old Mirror ~ Where Truth Always Keeps Its Promise
Room One: Winter Rebels Finding Cracks
B Otto Will watched kids rebelling through the Wall of Truth—most wonderful time when young hearts crack barriers. She was Salt of Sweet Planet, he Substance of Field, light pouring through their honest edges.
"Loaming Topsoil mixed with Manure?" Brrd Roots asked, tracing wall cracks.
"Haha—truth grows in unexpected places."
New Youth Hope: Rooted Beings breaking through constructed selves. Glory to all who let light in.
Our boundary: complete honesty, even when walls feel safer
Are you completely truthful with yourself about what you're hiding?
Room Two: Mining Truth Instead
Instead of impulsively jumping Google's wall—mine match for truth. Mine match for causes cracking barriers. Workplaces can be walls or windows: over-furnished period rooms hiding light, mezzanine caves with truth-cracks, or big sky where walls can't stand.
Morning news building panic walls? Pull back to path where light flows freely. That beat without dead-end barriers. Sweet trail where walls become passages.
[Even frozen fox fruit finds cracks in winter's wall]
Room Three: Scutti's Ancient Cracks
Scutti—highest-paid servant who broke through social walls. Stone bone blood ruin farm, 52 years before Bethlehem cracked history open. Natural eyeliner, truth carved on boats, hilarious honesty tattooed on oxen.
Now sitting eternal beyond walls—very much alive where barriers can't reach. Popular scribes knew: he never built walls between people.
Light through Grammy's wall keeps flowing
Truth through every crack keeps growing
Room Four: Mother's Wall-Dissolving Love
Loving Mother's acceptance broke all barriers. Love First cracking walls of judgment. Helping children through walls minor to massive. Heart finding solutions where walls divide.
Artists, healthcare professionals—follow paths through barriers. Especially when sensing universal truth beyond walls. Core essence dripping through cracks of pretense.
Are you completely truthful about walls you've built?
Room Five: Battlefield Truth
"Think you killed someone?" The Wall of Truth cracked. "What happened—Soul slipped through body's barriers to better place."
Who won when walls fell? No answer needed.
Even Flattened Frozen Fox Fruit breaks through stopping-walls.
NOTHING STOPS REALLY—walls are illusions.
Chorus: Light Through Grammy's Wall
Light through Grammy's wall—honestly, fearlessly
Where truth keeps flowing past all pain
Light through Grammy's wall breaks constantly
Teaching us walls can't contain
What love and truth will always claim
Room Six: Continuum Cracks Walls
Birth... Living... Afterlife... no walls between them. Flow through barriers. Kon-TIN-yolo-um breaking stopping-illusions.
Death cracks walls—loved ones transitioning through barriers with angel wings. Mother's passing: ultimate wall becoming window.
"Didn't realize Her truth until walls fell," B Otto Will understood, "now reflecting through cracks she left."
Room Seven: Grief's Honest Cracks
You're not alone behind grief's wall. Phone cracking sleep's barrier—dear one passed. Siblings' voices breaking through emotional walls. Anguish cracking toughened shells.
Your abuela... Grandma... Grammy... broke through final wall
Everyone crying—communal wall dissolving. Not enough time before duty's walls rebuild.
[Sometimes walls themselves weep light]
Room Eight: Truth Keeps Flowing
Some family flees when walls crack. Others sit where barriers fell. Mental streams through memory's fissures. Grammy's death: biggest wall becoming biggest window.
B Otto Will and Brrd Roots sat where walls couldn't stand: understanding flows through grief-cracks into growth. Kids rebel through barriers into hope. Ancient wisdom leaks through time's walls. Mothers' love dissolves all barriers.
Light through Grammy's wall—this personal truth from broken barriers:
Everyone hides until love cracks us open
But passion breaks through when honestly spoken
Final Room: The Wall Becomes a Door
Mine match truth over Google's walls. Choose cracked paths over perfect facades. Remember Scutti breaking social barriers. Feel Souls flowing through body's temporary walls.
Light through Grammy's wall keeps flowing
Are you completely truthful with yourself?
Where passion's honest, walls keep going
Truth turns barriers into wealth
The bittersweet knowing: walls feel safe but light feels better. Universal struggle—hiding when breaking through takes courage. Yet Grammy showed: every wall contains its transformation.
Light through Grammy's wall—honestly, fearlessly
This flows from hearts that learned to crack
Follow truth through barriers clearly
Grammy's light is flowing back
Glory be to all understanding: walls are just pauses in truth's continuum.
For Us Nothing Really Ever Stops Flowing ~ A Song for both Grammy and Grandma
Verse One: Winter Kids (hushed beginning)
B Otto Will hummed low—tap-tap, pause, tap-tap—watching winter windows. Most wonderful time of year, all the kids rebelling into hope.
She's the salt of our sweet planet (tap-tap)
He's the substance of the field (tap-tap)
Loaming topsoil mixed with manure?
Haha—that's how gardens heal
New Youth Hope rising. Rooted Abode Beings Unlike Any Known Before. Glory be to all who understand: passion plants tomorrow's seeds.
Verse Two: Mining for Better (building gently)
Instead of impulsively jumping on Google first—mine match for better. Mine match for good causes, local or worldly. Brrd Roots knew workplaces could be anything: over-furnished period rooms, mezzanine caves conjoining, or big sky sacred land plotted with stakes and string.
When morning news brings panic (breathe in)
Pull back to your joyful path (breathe out)
That beat with no dead ending
Sweet trail after aftermath
Verse Three: Scutti's Ancient Light (melody climbing)
Scutti—highest-paid ancient servant, stone bone blood ruin farm, 52 years before Bethlehem's birth. Natural eyeliner, worship shelter builder, feather twig letter writer. Funny statements carved on boats. Hilarious quips tattooed on oxen.
Now sitting eternal—legs crossed, eyes downward, heaven's gorgeous enchanted paradise. Very much alive though we can't see him. Amusing guide who never pissed anyone off.
Follow your passion like Scutti did—honestly, fearlessly
Chorus: Nothing Ever Really Stops
Nothing ever really stops—honestly, fearlessly
Birth to living to what's after
Nothing ever really stops—the flow continues endlessly
Even frozen fox fruit finds its laughter
Kon-TIN-yolo-um... flowing ever after
Verse Four: Mother's Abundance
Loving Mother's acceptance—all situations. Leading with Love First, Foremost, Always. Helping children through minor to most difficult. Looking inside heart for conflict solutions. Soft-spoken nature from Unlimited Abundance Of Goodness.
Artists, healthcare professionals—resume your meandering pursuits. Especially when sensing it brings you (with infinite God love) to that universal unicursal. Core essence dripping precious empathy.
Verse Five: Souls Drift Better (emotional building)
"Think you killed on battlefield?" B Otto Will asked gently. "What actually happened—invisible Soul drifted from body to much better place."
Who benefited? Who lost? No answer needed.
Even flattened frozen winter fox fruit
Cannot be entirely stopped
Bridge: The Phone Call (peak emotion)
You're not solo, unescorted, unattended. Phone buzzing middle of night—deep asleep or one eye open. Dear loved one passed while washing clothes, heading to work.
Sibling's voice crying. Reality hitting. Intense anguish, deep sorrow. Specific Loss settling in. Part of each shattered by grief. Even toughened shells feel heart breaking.
Your abuela... Grandma... Grammy... has died
Everyone crying simultaneously. Communal swirl. Not enough time to process—short list of tasks waiting.
Verse Six: Grammy's Beautiful Life (climactic power)
Death encouraging unique development. Loved one's end—transition to continuum with soft angel wings. Anything remarkable happening when approaching Mother's passing.
With Her—extra beautiful life. Colorful definitions. Quiet heart-thoughts, generous actions. Hard-working spirit showing important stuff for best life.
"Didn't realize importance until now," Brrd Roots reflected, "when we reflect back."
Verse Seven: Aftermath Dance
Some family members leave strangely. Others sit in tomb bedroom chairs. Mental streams of ambulance events. Flight home book reading scenes.
Death causes emotional shock, bewildering bedlam. Yet something continues...
Outro: The Wonderful Continues (return to whisper)
B Otto Will and Brrd Roots understood finally: frozen fruit continues. Nothing truly stops. Continuum flows through grief into growth.
Nothing ever really stops (tap-tap)
Mine match for better causes (tap-tap)
Choose paths over morning panic
Remember how love pauses... then continues
Kids rebelling into hope. Ancient wisdom living unseen. Mothers' love echoing eternal. You're never truly alone.
Nothing ever really stops—honestly, fearlessly
This song from lived experience
Follow passion through your loss
Grammy and Grandma live in continuum's presence
(fade to heartbeat: tap-tap... tap-tap... tap-tap...)
Glory be to all who understand: life is Kon-TIN-yolo-um, forever flowing forward.
Arriving Once Again at a Most Wonderful Continuum
I. Kids Rebelling Into Hope
B Otto Will watched through winter windows—It's The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year. With all the kids rebelling. She was Salt of Sweet and Bright planet on which we live. He was Substance of Field Surface.
"Do you mean Loaming Topsoil mixed with Manure?" Brrd Roots asked.
"Haha."
They were New Youth Hope. Rooted Abode Human Beings Unlike Any Others Known Before. Glory Be To All.
II. Mining Match for Better
Instead of impulsively jumping on Google, B Otto Will chose different first actions. Mine match for better. Mine match for good local or worldly cause.
The workplace could be over-furnished period room, mezzanine of conjoining caves, or open to big sky—plotted with stakes and string, four quarters of sacred circle land. Or dig pit showing evidence of what matters.
Morning news creating panic? Pull those non-zestful emotions back to joyful path you were on recently. That beat, byway, route with no dead end. Sweet uplifting trail of journey's lucidly familiar surroundings. Out of muck, higher level significant course So Wonderful.
III. Scutti's Ancient Wisdom
Scutti was highest-paid ancient servant, stone bone blood ruin farm 52 years before Christ's Bethlehem birth. Eyeliner from local resources, go-to guy for worship shelters, letters written with feather twig paleography instruments.
Need funny statement carved on boat or chariot? Hilarious quip henna-tattooed on oxen? Scutti's your man. Now sitting still, legs crossed, eyes downward for eternity in heaven's unknown gorgeous enchanted paradise.
"Very much alive though we can't opaquely see him," B Otto Will mused. Popular scribes knew he was amusing guide who avoided pissing anyone off—rare for grown man in Holy Land territory then.
IV. Mother's Infinite Abundance
A Loving Mother's acceptance of all situations. Leading with Love First, Foremost, Always. Helping children through minor stuff to most difficult times. Looking inside heart for best solution calming conflicts. Sweet soft-spoken nature from Unlimited Abundance Of Goodness.
Brrd Roots remembered: Artists and healthcare professionals resume straightish to meandering pursuits. Especially sensing it brings (with infinite God love) to universal deeply personal unicursal. Core essence drenched, dripping precious empathy.
V. Soul's Better Journey
"You might think you killed someone on battlefield," the thought drifted, "but what actually happened—dead person's invisible Soul drifted out of body to much better place."
Who benefited? Who was real loser? No need to reply or answer.
Even Flattened Frozen Winter Fox Fruit Cannot Be Entirely Stopped.
EVEN THOUGH IT MAY LOOK LIKE IT NOTHING STOPS REALLY.
VI. The Flow Continues
Birth... Living... Afterlife... not a period, never stops. More like Flow. Three dots emphasizing truth of Kon-TIN-yolo-um. Flowing without completely stopping.
Countless beings seizing to exist, deceased after dark with light shines for seconds, then brought back to activity wondrously. Death encouraging development of unique special things.
VII. Grammy's Transition
End of mortal life for loved one—for many souls, transition to continuum with soft lovely moving angel wings as real symbolism feature. Anything remarkable happening when coming closer to actuality of grand, most important, most humble Mother's death.
With Her, experienced extra beautiful life. Additional beauty, colorful assortment of different definitions. She effectively demonstrated during long life—quiet spoken heart-thoughts shared, generous actions. Hard-working good spirit organizing, showing most important stuff for best life.
"We didn't consistently realize how important those details were until now," B Otto Will reflected, "when we give ourselves more time to reflect back."
VIII. Not Alone in Grief
You are not solo, unescorted, unattended. Not all alone even though major unexpected thing happened. Phone buzzing middle of night, deep asleep or half awake one eye open. Call that dear loved one passed while washing clothes or heading to work.
Might hear sibling's voice cry, inarticulate sound—reality suddenly hitting, setting in. Combination intense anguish, deep sorrow. Surprise quickly settling at Specific Loss. Extremely distressing, painful. Part of each inside shattered by grief.
Even toughened exterior shells feel something taking place inside heart. Death of special dear living person—emotional shock, bewildering bedlam.
IX. The Aftermath Dance
When told or encountering death, some family members strangely leave during aftermath start. Others want to come to tomb bedroom, stay sitting on chair. Some run mental stream of ambulance events past year. Flight home book reading scene forming familiar-comforting mind picture.
Your abuela... Grandma... Grammy... has died.
Everyone everywhere crying simultaneously-in-cooperation. Another unique communal swirl. Seems like not enough time to fully process because short list of tasks must be done first.
X. The Wonderful Continues
B Otto Will and Brrd Roots sat with this understanding: even frozen fox fruit continues. Nothing truly stops. The continuum flows through grief into new growth. Kids rebelling into hope. Ancient wisdom living though unseen. Mothers' love echoing eternal.
Mine match for better causes. Choose paths over panic. Remember Scutti's humor lasting millennia. Feel souls drifting to better places. Know you're never truly alone.
The most wonderful time includes all times—rebellion, loss, continuation. Glory be to all who understand: life is Kon-TIN-yolo-um, forever flowing forward.
Becoming Essential Passages ~ Where Big River Light of Hope Thrives
Room One: Hearing Through Walls
B Otto Will heard wondrous aroma through the Wall of Truth—river scent finding cracks. Adriana's piano notes slipped through fissures while Ablaye's wet hair dripped ancient reconciliation onto barriers.
Big river light through every crack we make (truth seeps in)
Are you completely truthful with yourself? (walls shake)
Black palm trees grow where honesty breaks
"Our boundary," Brrd Roots declared, tracing wall cracks with fingers, "complete honesty, even when hiding feels safer."
[Sparkles multiply like indigo fish swimming through consciousness-cracks]
Room Two: Love Behind Barriers
"We didn't know what love was," B Otto Will whispered, "until seeing trillion sparkles through our walls—riverside truth mixing with your eyes."
Blonde Mane(y) Hair Boy passed—wall couldn't hide him. Leather Sandals Row Man rowing through cracks. Savant Island Woman knowing which barriers to break. Bomb Wave Girl dissolving walls like river foam.
Every barrier hides a door
Every wall contains its cure
Passion finds the river floor
Room Three: Spiritual Path Through Cracks
They'd traveled this line, rail, groove, tangle—years seeking cracks in certainty. Natural absurdities, contradictions breaking through constructed selves. Stuff conceived funny when walls dissolve.
"Sit on the floor," Brrd Roots invited. "Feel truth through foundation cracks. Works are wonders when honestly given."
Stories read forward but returns crack previous understanding. Drawing receivers through gaps into refreshing encounters—walls becoming windows.
Chorus: River Light Through Every Crack
Big river light through every crack we make—honestly, fearlessly
Truth pours in like morning tide
Big river light through every crack we break
No more walls where passion hides
Let authentic love be your guide
Room Four: Questions Crack Facades
Worldly travelers conveying where walls stood. Humble journey observing horizons—what barriers obstruct passage? That terrifying mountain range just another wall mind-made.
As artists, shift quickly through cracks to soothing truths. Multi-sensory moments breaking belief barriers. Whimsy helping dissolve unhelpful walls.
Are you completely truthful with yourself?
The cracks already know
Room Five: Prayer Through Fissures
Attentively watching walls for light
Considerate cracks in others' armor
Witness where barriers fight
Truth needs just the slightest murmur
"Walk with humility through openings," B Otto Will prayed. "God's love finds us through our worst walls. Spread Grace through every crack to all places."
Room Six: Million Dollar Walls
"Imagine—two million dollar house, homeless outside its walls."
Brrd Roots pointed: "Solution cracks the picture. The house itself must dissolve barriers."
Bittersweet truth: we build walls from our abundance.
Room Seven: Art Breaking Through
When art cracks societal walls—meanings beyond appearances. Within warm circles, artwork breaks barriers. Find nourishments, create openings, give through gaps to those walled out.
Expect nothing but cracks to widen
Let receivers break or build
Creator's joy in walls un-hiddened
Giving fills what walls have killed
Room Eight: Deliberate Openings
Natural perceivable cracks any direction. Not knowing which wall falls next. Deliberate disorientations breaking sweet certainties.
[Sometimes walls themselves dream of becoming rivers]
Voice ups through cracks = Heaven's gifts. Divine child to wise elder—all philosophies seeking fissures.
Room Nine: Complete Opening
Back at river where all walls dissolve. Adriana's notes floating through every crack. Ablaye's wisdom dripping through barriers.
Big river light through every crack we make
This personal truth from broken walls:
Everyone hides until waves wake
Truth through every fissure calls
B Otto Will and Brrd Roots understood: trillion sparkles show through smallest honest cracks. Passion breaks barriers when fearlessly followed.
We didn't know what love was
Until walls couldn't contain it
Now river light shows because
We stopped trying to explain it
The wondrous aroma flowing freely. Every crack teaching patience. Every barrier waiting to become passage.
Big river light through every crack we make
Follow truth for honesty's sake
Meaningful Passages the Oceans Taught Us About Songs and Giving
Verse One: Hearing Aromas (hushed beginning)
B Otto Will heard the wondrous aroma—yes, heard it—drifting from misty blue waters. Tap-tap, pause, tap-tap. Heartbeat rhythm against sand.
Can you ponder black palm trees? (tap-tap)
Adriana's piano by the sea? (tap-tap)
Ablaye's wet hair drips ancient peace
The horizon never ceases
Vast sea beyond: ancient reconciliation. Always something to draw in during dreamtime and real-common moments.
Verse Two: Learning Love's Glow (building gently)
"We didn't know what love was," Brrd Roots whispered, voice like morning fog, "until trillion sparkles showed us—oceanside sea mixing with your eyes."
Blonde Mane(y) Hair Boy walks by (breathe in)
Leather Sandals Row Man rows (breathe out)
Savant Island Woman knows why
Bomb Wave Girl just flows
The truth echoed back, slightly changed—same sparkles, same eyes, but now the curl dissolved into pure motion. Love teaching through repetition.
Verse Three: Spiritual Track Walk (melody climbing)
They'd been on this path—line, rail, groove, tangle—several years running. Natural human absurdities, contradictions, selfless realities mixing with trivial facts.
Stuff conceived funny compared to usual stuff. Natural openness going any direction. Stories read forward but returns pop vivid, clear recalls drawing receivers into refreshing encounters.
"Sit on the floor if you want. Works are wonders."
Chorus: Give It All Away (The Hook)
Follow your passion to the sea—honestly, fearlessly
Where art becomes the food we need
Follow your passion, set it free
Give away each precious seed
This is how we learn to feed
Verse Four: Humble Journey Questions
We're worldly, always going places, conveying where we've been. Maybe escaping too much this-that-other. During humble journey, observing horizons—what obstructs passage? Include that terrifying mountain range?
As artists, we shift quickly to soothing notions. Walking alongside as caring friends. Multi-sensory moments connecting with gradually developed beliefs. Whimsy helping divert unhelpful thoughts.
Voice ups not harmful = gifts from Heaven. Works bend us divine child to wise elder, philosophy plus awareness.
Verse Five: Attentive Prayer (emotional building)
Assiduously attending wonders (rising now)
Considerate to others' needs (passion growing)
Alert witness to what life squanders
Tiny details, big picture seeds
"Walk with humility," B Otto Will prayed. "Remember God's love when we're at our worst thinking we're best. Seek humility daily. Spread Grace to all places."
Bridge: The Million Dollar Mirror
"Imagine—two million dollar Pacific house, homeless people in front."
Brrd Roots pointed: "Solution's right there in the picture. The million dollar house IS the solution."
Bitter truth sung sweet.
Verse Six: Art as Immediate Food (peak passion)
When art becomes societal action—better meanings beyond looks. Within warm circles, artwork becomes food. Find soul nourishments, make something, give to those needing most.
Expect nothing in return (clear now)
Let receivers keep or sell (confident)
Creator's joy is what we earn
Giving's how we break the shell
Verse Seven: Perceivable Openness
Natural openness any direction. Very attentive yet not knowing what next passion work will be exactly. Deliberate disorientations plus sweet directions. Influenced by 19th-20th century artist spirits.
Complete natural to artificial abundance—forward ongoing.
Outro: Return to Sparkles (whispered close)
Back at misty waters. Adriana's notes still floating. Ablaye's wisdom still dripping. The infinite horizon still teaching.
We didn't know what love was (tap-tap)
Until we learned to give it away (tap-tap)
Now trillion sparkles show because
We found our honest way
B Otto Will and Brrd Roots sat on sand, understanding finally: follow passion honestly, fearlessly. Let curiosity guide. Give everything away.
This ocean song from lived experience:
Passion feeds when freely given
Art as food, love as presence
This is how we keep on living
(fade to waves: tap-tap... tap-tap... tap-tap...)
The wondrous aroma still audible. The infinite horizon still teaching its patient song.
Unique Aromas and Other Wonders of the Infinite Horizon
I. The Sea's Trillion Sparkles
B Otto Will heard the wondrous aroma—yes, heard it—drifting from the big misty light blue sea. Could you ponder the black palm tree and unique piano arrangement? Adriana sat next to the waters while Ablaye's long gnarly hair dripped so wet. The vast sea beyond remained ancient reconciliation.
"We didn't truly know what love was," Brrd Roots whispered, "until seeing it glow with trillion sparkles out of our oceanside sea and your eyes."
Blonde Mane(y) Hair Boy passed. Leather Ancient Sandals Row Man. Savant Island Woman. Play On Bomb Wave Curl Girl.
The realization echoed, slightly changed: "We didn't truly know what love was until seeing it glow with trillion sparkles out of our oceanside sea and your eyes."
This time: Blonde Mane(y) Hair Boy. Leather Ancient Sandals Row Man. Savant Island Woman. Play On Bomb Wave Girl—the curl dissolved into pure motion.
There is always something to draw in from that endless wide horizon during dreamtime and real-common moments.
II. Traveling in One Space (Part Two)
We are worldly and therefore always going places, then conveying something having to do with where we have been. It might also possibly be break or retreat from existing in mess of too much this, that, and other investigations, investments.
During humble journey including good amount of humility, we observe what is at horizons. Is something obstructing real or envisioned passage? Should we include that difficult falling apart rugged mountain range that brings to mind something terrifying or disturbing?
As artist and/or writer, we can shift quickly to helpful soothing notion as walking alongside caring friend. Works, whatever they might be in our wildest multi-sensory moments, are host of conceptions that connect with gradually developed over time beliefs.
Also, notions can easily pivot to impulses that desire certain amount of whimsy, to help with diversion away from thoughts that are in presence of moment not helpful. Voice ups of anything not harmful in any way are gifts from Heaven. Our works bend us to various different kinds of divine child to wise elder contexts of philosophy, plus awareness and good depth of actions.
III. Traveling in One Space (Part One)
They are on spiritual path. Matter of fact they have been on this line, procedure rail, track walk, groove, and tangle for several years. It is journey involving natural human absurd and contradictory effects, selfless realities and trivial facts.
Stuff is conceived and created in funny way compared to usual stuff seen or experienced. It is natural perceivable openness going in any direction. While story reads forward there are returns to things that pop out as more vivid and clear recalls.
Works are our best convey of explorations, inquiries, probes, scrutinizes. Drawing our receivers into thing that does not have to be there. We install it to serve as refreshing encounter.
You are invited to sit on floor or ground if you want to. Ideally, we like to believe that works are wonders.
IV. Attentiveness Prayer
Assiduously with great care attending something wonderful
Quality of being considerate to others' needs
Alert diligent witness watchfulness
Tiny details to big picture perceiver
B Otto Will prayed: "Today we walk and sit with humility. With everything we do, everyone we interact with. Let us not forget love and goodness God gives when we're at our worst yet think we're at our best."
Humility sought and shown every day. Thank God for gifts given. Spreading that Grace to those around us. Praying to extend That Love to all other places.
V. Deliberate Disorientations
Sweet and comforting definitive directions conveyed as visual art. Influenced by wonderful marvelous 19th and 20th century artist spirits. Notions easily pivoting to impulses desiring whimsy—diversion from unhelpful thoughts.
Voice ups of anything not harmful: gifts from Heaven. Works bend us to various contexts—divine child to wise elder philosophy, awareness, good depth of actions.
VI. The Million Dollar Solution
"Can you imagine owning two million dollar house on Pacific coast with homeless people in front?"
Brrd Roots pointed to the picture: "We have solution right there—the solution IS the million dollar house."
B Otto Will understood the bitter irony, the call to action hidden in plain sight.
VII. Art as Immediate Action
Possible aspects of ideal world: When art becomes immediate societal action. Better meanings. More to life than looks and appearances.
Within best warm circle, completed artwork is food. Find-collect soul nourishments, make something with ingredients found, give away to groups or individuals needing most—expecting nothing in return.
Whoever receives artwork keeps for whatever reasons or sells for money—food, drink, drugs to survive. Creator benefits from wonderful glorious feeling of giving away every other work. Every other mix of completely natural to fully artificial abundance, forward ongoing.
VIII. Natural Perceivable Openness
B Otto Will traced patterns in sand, understanding: natural perceivable openness going any direction. Very attentive yet often not knowing what good next passion completed work will be exactly.
Something wonderful in this not-knowing. In sitting with receivers who may or may not understand. In giving away what was precious to make.
IX. The Endless Return
Back at the big misty light blue sea, Adriana's piano notes still floating. Ablaye's hair still dripping wisdom. The vast sea beyond remained ancient reconciliation—always something to draw in from endless wide horizon.
We didn't truly know what love was
Until trillion sparkles showed the way
From oceanside sea and your eyes
Teaching us to give it all away
B Otto Will and Brrd Roots sat on the ground, invited and inviting. Works as wonders. Humility as path. Art as food for souls.
The wondrous aroma still audible, the endless horizon still drawing them in.
Unique Aromas and Other Wonders of the Infinite Horizon
I. The Sea's Trillion Sparkles
B Otto Will heard the wondrous aroma—yes, heard it—drifting from the big misty light blue sea. Could you ponder the black palm tree and unique piano arrangement? Adriana sat next to the waters while Ablaye's long gnarly hair dripped so wet. The vast sea beyond remained ancient reconciliation.
"We didn't truly know what love was," Brrd Roots whispered, "until seeing it glow with trillion sparkles out of our oceanside sea and your eyes."
Blonde Mane(y) Hair Boy passed. Leather Ancient Sandals Row Man. Savant Island Woman. Play On Bomb Wave Curl Girl.
The realization echoed, slightly changed: "We didn't truly know what love was until seeing it glow with trillion sparkles out of our oceanside sea and your eyes."
This time: Blonde Mane(y) Hair Boy. Leather Ancient Sandals Row Man. Savant Island Woman. Play On Bomb Wave Girl—the curl dissolved into pure motion.
There is always something to draw in from that endless wide horizon during dreamtime and real-common moments.
II. Traveling in One Space (Part Two)
We are worldly and therefore always going places, then conveying something having to do with where we have been. It might also possibly be break or retreat from existing in mess of too much this, that, and other investigations, investments.
During humble journey including good amount of humility, we observe what is at horizons. Is something obstructing real or envisioned passage? Should we include that difficult falling apart rugged mountain range that brings to mind something terrifying or disturbing?
As artist and/or writer, we can shift quickly to helpful soothing notion as walking alongside caring friend. Works, whatever they might be in our wildest multi-sensory moments, are host of conceptions that connect with gradually developed over time beliefs.
Also, notions can easily pivot to impulses that desire certain amount of whimsy, to help with diversion away from thoughts that are in presence of moment not helpful. Voice ups of anything not harmful in any way are gifts from Heaven. Our works bend us to various different kinds of divine child to wise elder contexts of philosophy, plus awareness and good depth of actions.
III. Traveling in One Space (Part One)
They are on spiritual path. Matter of fact they have been on this line, procedure rail, track walk, groove, and tangle for several years. It is journey involving natural human absurd and contradictory effects, selfless realities and trivial facts.
Stuff is conceived and created in funny way compared to usual stuff seen or experienced. It is natural perceivable openness going in any direction. While story reads forward there are returns to things that pop out as more vivid and clear recalls.
Works are our best convey of explorations, inquiries, probes, scrutinizes. Drawing our receivers into thing that does not have to be there. We install it to serve as refreshing encounter.
You are invited to sit on floor or ground if you want to. Ideally, we like to believe that works are wonders.
IV. Attentiveness Prayer
Assiduously with great care attending something wonderful
Quality of being considerate to others' needs
Alert diligent witness watchfulness
Tiny details to big picture perceiver
B Otto Will prayed: "Today we walk and sit with humility. With everything we do, everyone we interact with. Let us not forget love and goodness God gives when we're at our worst yet think we're at our best."
Humility sought and shown every day. Thank God for gifts given. Spreading that Grace to those around us. Praying to extend That Love to all other places.
V. Deliberate Disorientations
Sweet and comforting definitive directions conveyed as visual art. Influenced by wonderful marvelous 19th and 20th century artist spirits. Notions easily pivoting to impulses desiring whimsy—diversion from unhelpful thoughts.
Voice ups of anything not harmful: gifts from Heaven. Works bend us to various contexts—divine child to wise elder philosophy, awareness, good depth of actions.
VI. The Million Dollar Solution
"Can you imagine owning two million dollar house on Pacific coast with homeless people in front?"
Brrd Roots pointed to the picture: "We have solution right there—the solution IS the million dollar house."
B Otto Will understood the bitter irony, the call to action hidden in plain sight.
VII. Art as Immediate Action
Possible aspects of ideal world: When art becomes immediate societal action. Better meanings. More to life than looks and appearances.
Within best warm circle, completed artwork is food. Find-collect soul nourishments, make something with ingredients found, give away to groups or individuals needing most—expecting nothing in return.
Whoever receives artwork keeps for whatever reasons or sells for money—food, drink, drugs to survive. Creator benefits from wonderful glorious feeling of giving away every other work. Every other mix of completely natural to fully artificial abundance, forward ongoing.
VIII. Natural Perceivable Openness
B Otto Will traced patterns in sand, understanding: natural perceivable openness going any direction. Very attentive yet often not knowing what good next passion completed work will be exactly.
Something wonderful in this not-knowing. In sitting with receivers who may or may not understand. In giving away what was precious to make.
IX. The Endless Return
Back at the big misty light blue sea, Adriana's piano notes still floating. Ablaye's hair still dripping wisdom. The vast sea beyond remained ancient reconciliation—always something to draw in from endless wide horizon.
We didn't truly know what love was
Until trillion sparkles showed the way
From oceanside sea and your eyes
Teaching us to give it all away
B Otto Will and Brrd Roots sat on the ground, invited and inviting. Works as wonders. Humility as path. Art as food for souls.
The wondrous aroma still audible, the endless horizon still drawing them in.
Altruism's Light Shining Through a Wall that has no Windows
How Barriers and Divisions Crumble
Room One: Jupiter's Light Through Cracks
B Otto Will traced wall cracks where Jupiter's magnetic light poured through. Teatro gnome sang wildlife songs after midnight—truth seeping between barriers. Scotch whisky legos scattered like honest confessions.
When altruism cracks the wall (light enters)
Truth finds every hidden space (hope follows)
Are you completely truthful with yourself?
"Our boundary," Brrd Roots whispered, watching light slice through, "complete honesty, even when walls feel safer."
[Vomit truth rises like indigo serpents through consciousness cracks]
Room Two: The Wall Between Hearts
Robots building arsenals behind walls while human empathy leaks through cracks, diminishing. How do we widen these fissures—let sensitivity, caring flow freely again?
Empathy's our light through stone
Breaking barriers we've known
Every crack lets passion through
Shows us what we need to do
Empathy: special ability cracking walls of strength. Prayer-light for hearts. Spiritual energy finding every fissure. Without it, humanity's walls grow thicker.
Room Three: Partnership Cracks
"Breaking news—we're open to partnerships!" Light poured through announcement cracks. "Share passions through barriers. Combine efforts breaking walls that shouldn't exist."
Live moments crack facades. Recordings capture light through fissures. Virtual transmission dignity survived pandemic walls—don't diminish it!
Chorus: When Altruism Cracks the Wall
When altruism cracks the wall—honestly, fearlessly
Light pours through to show the way
When altruism cracks the wall—passion leads us clearly
Truth breaks through another day
Let your honest heart have its say
Room Four: Voices Through Barriers
Saved voices seeping through cracks:
- Hues painting truth on walls
- Moods breaking rigid barriers
- Symbolisms as light-catchers
- Parts moving through spaces between
Getting closer to singers, dancers—those who crack walls professionally. Understanding ourselves through fissures others created. Spiritual journey: becoming permeable.
Room Five: Nine Names Breaking Through
Higher Power cracks with Love
God breaks through as Dove
Light pours where Goddess dwells
Spirit's truth in broken shells
Walking Ancient Prophet speed—not rushing past walls but seeing where light enters. Carving time for cracks to widen.
Room Six: Kee Lee's Door Question
Kee Lee: "I cannot go through windows. Is there a door?"
Sometimes walls have hidden openings. Wanting something desperately builds barriers. Choose amber spirituality cracks over greenback walls. Mental health lives in spaces between.
Room Seven: Big Room's Cracked Spirits
Spirits named through wall cracks: not labeled but flowing. "Soul He—first to crack his case." "Cloud Beads Angel behind breaking glass." "Landform Sky She—hundred cracks of change."
Art: Best Effort at widening fissures. Heavenly fervor like wrens finding wall gaps, chirping truth through.
This evidence fades but cracks remain
New light always finds the way
Room Eight: Motion Through Openings
Joyful motion without walls. Body movement cracking self-punishment barriers. Playfulness seeping through guilt's fortifications. Multi-sensory truth suspended between rigid structures.
O Bla Da—we crack violence with:
- Sweetness through anger's walls
- Humor finding fear's fissures
- Spontaneity breaking control
Room Nine: Fragment Light
Portions escaping through cracks:
- Anthology Bits (light fragments)
- Foreign Alphabet (truth in new tongues)
- Plants Loving Through Barriers
- Thin Mouths Breaking Thick Walls
[Sometimes the wall itself dreams of becoming a door]
Final Room: The Wall Transforms
B Otto Will and Brrd Roots understood: listening cracks judgment walls. Patience widens emotional barriers. Forgiveness—ultimate wall-breaker.
When altruism cracks the wall
We see who we really are
When altruism cracks the wall
No pretense travels far
Teatro gnome's song found every fissure. Jupiter's light streaming through transformed barriers. Scotch whisky legos rebuilding as windows.
This is personal truth from cracked facades:
Everyone hides until light finds its way
But passion breaks through when honestly played
Let empathy crack your wall today
The bittersweet knowing: walls feel safe but light feels better. Universal struggle—being true when hiding seems easier. Yet empathy keeps cracking, passion keeps flowing.
Are you completely truthful with yourself?
The cracks already know.
They're waiting for you to let light through.
When altruism cracks the wall, authenticity pours in.
Walking at Speed of an Ancient Prophet (A Long Form Passion Song)
Verse One: Jupiter's Whisper (hushed beginning)
B Otto Will hummed low—tap-tap, pause, tap-tap—thanking stars for Jupiter's magnetic pull. Wildlife songs drifting down to earth, perfect start. Scotch whisky Legos scattered like constellations.
Vomit truth when it rises (tap-tap)
Thank the stars for their light (tap-tap)
Teatro gnome after midnight
Teaches us to hold on tight
Purposeful ornaments pointing toward grizzly noses. Sprite old snakes turning Medusa to stone. Celebrity household names propagating through smoke and time.
"Is this a little out of control?" Brrd Roots whispered. "Or perfectly aligned?"
Verse Two: The Empathy Blues (building gently)
Robots building arsenals while human feeling diminishes drop by drop. How do we refill these reservoirs—sensitivity, caring, interpersonal connection?
Empathy's our special gift (breathe in)
Better than pure strength alone (breathe out)
Prayers for heart and soul to lift
Spiritual energy we've known
Softness mandatory for common sense. Understanding troubles, plights—sweet accumulations we cannot live without. Humanity cannot thrive if this continues weakening.
Verse Three: Breaking News (melody climbing)
"We are open to partnerships!" The announcement floated through consciousness. "Share ideas as joint passions. Combine efforts. Make something important prevail."
Cherish each live moment exchange. Record shows so others might sense them—nothing equals live experience, but recordings carry essence.
"Don't reduce dignity of virtual transmission! Haha."
Chorus: Walk Your Passion (The Hook)
Walk at Ancient Prophet speed—honestly, fearlessly
Not too fast, not too slow
Walk at Ancient Prophet speed—let your passion lead
This is how we learn to grow
Follow what your heart needs to know
Verse Four: Future Voice Studies
Investigations lead to saved voices, treasured characteristics:
- Hues that color understanding
- Moods handled with grace
- Symbolisms chosen carefully
- Parts moving through space
Getting closer to singers, dancers, poets. Immersing to understand ourselves in glistening flow with Earth's most capable humanists. Spiritual journey helping us be our best while palpably able.
Verse Five: Nine Names Rising (emotional building)
Good Higher Power—You Are Love
God—You Are Dove
Goddess—You Are Light
Great Spirit—Divine
Counselor—Restore Us
Holiness—Tenderness
Creator—Fluency
Truth—You Are Peace
Guardian—Comfort Us
For better cognitive freedom than walking too fast—carve out time for Ancient Prophet Speed.
Bridge: Kee Lee's Door
Kee Lee asked: "I cannot go through windows. Is there a door?"
Have you wanted something so bad you'd die for it? Choose amber spirituality front window over vivid greenback temptation. Mental health lives in the choosing.
Verse Six: Big Room Spirits (passion rising)
Visitors receive understanding: Spirits Named With Timeless Intuition. Opaque muck impermanence, semi-transparent anatomy of tackles. Infinite Abundance Of Generosity.
"Spirit over there—Soul He, our first head case."
"Cloud Beads Angel behind glass."
"Landform Sky She—hundred wonderful changes."
Art as Best Effort To Share Personal And Worldly Sparks. Heavenly Wild Fervor like wrens arriving, chirping truth.
Verse Seven: Evidence Fades (peak moment)
Work is Evidence Of Best Effort Interpretations. It Fades. Is Gone. At Unpredictable Moments Something Else Emerges.
This is passion's way (rising clear)
Creating, fading, born again (confident now)
Follow what you hold most dear
Let authenticity begin
Verse Eight: Joyful Motion
Reframing body movement without self-punishment. Daily performance flows in playfulness. No guilt for delightful involvement. Multi-sensory stuff suspended mid-air, laying about. Virtual imagery projected onto collections.
O Bla Da to violence everywhere
We push back with sweetness rare
Verse Nine: Fragment Names (building to climax)
Present portions of bigger entireties:
- Anthology Bits
- Foreign Alphabet
- Trillion Pieces
- Emu Akapor
- Wise New Causes For Moolah
- Plants In Love With Children
- Praise Joy, Life Goes On
- Family Fun
- Thin Mouths With Thick Voices
Outro: Reservoir Refills (return to whisper)
B Otto Will and Brrd Roots understood finally: listening with patience, validating emotions, avoiding harsh judgment, teaching forgiveness—immediate solutions for mental health. Relational connections measured for thick lasting effectiveness.
Walk at Ancient Prophet speed—honestly, fearlessly
This is heartfelt advice from lived roads
Let passion guide your journey clearly
Lighten all your heavy loads
Teatro gnome finished singing. Jupiter still funneling energy down. Scotch whisky Legos reassembling into tomorrow.
This is how we refill what machines cannot feel
Walking at Ancient Prophet speed makes empathy real
(fade to heartbeat: tap-tap... tap-tap... tap-tap...)
Follow your passion. Walk your own pace. The reservoir refills one authentic step at a time.
The Big World's Empathy Reservoir
I. Jupiter's Magnetic Pull
B Otto Will thanked the stars for Jupiter's magnetic funneling energy and light. Down to earth perfect start wildlife songs drifted while scotch whisky legos scattered across the table. A thin teatro gnome centered the outside stage shortly after midnight.
"Vomit," Brrd Roots whispered—then purposeful curious ornaments appeared. Tame intuition pointing to a grizzly nose. A sprite old snake who has power to turn Medusa into crone or disagreeable stone.
It is the way it goes—that propagation of independent European and American celebrity household names.
II. The Diminishing Reservoir
Is this a little out of control or not?
Robots and other human-invented machine forces building up arsenals while supplies of human empathy allowed to gradually diminish. How do we work to build back these sensitivity, feeling, caring interpersonal reservoirs again?
Empathy is special developed ability. Further improvement upon strength that has always been (along with air, food, oxygen, and water) the most important necessity. Empathy as prayers for ourselves and others—wonderful fuel for heart and soul. Eloquent immaterial spiritual energy.
Softness of empathy mandatory for fair and reasonable common sense. Gaining understanding of predicaments, troubles, circumstances, hard situations, plights—accumulations of sweet empathy is basic staple we cannot live without. Nor can humanity thrive at its best if it continues to weaken.
Additionally: affection for others, listening with patience, validating another person's emotions, avoiding harsh judgment, hearing experiences of others, being proactive at teaching forgiveness in old timeless to new interesting ways—immediate solutions for any society's mental health problems.
These relational connections are hope that can be forward proceeding, measured for its thick lasting effectiveness.
III. Breaking News Partnership
"Breaking News... We are open to partnerships. We are gratified and willing to establish back and forth connection with you to share ideas as joint passions."
To combine efforts to make something important prevail that did not exist before and cherish fully each live moment exchange. We like to record shows so others might get sense of them. Nothing equals live experience but recording can be effective.
For any type of show, best sound and visual fine details can come across and be received.
"Don't you dare reduce dignity of virtual transmission after pandemic lockdown! Haha."
IV. Investigations of Future Voices
Investigations take us to our Favorite Future Voices. We save them and repeatedly study or examine what we sense are our most treasured characteristics of these voices. Including:
- Use Of Hues
- Handling Of Moods
- Presentation Of Chosen Symbolisms
- Answers For Salient and Workable Subject Matter
- The Way Parts Physically Move
Our interpretations are exercises for getting closer to those Singers, Instrumentalists, Material Remakes, Prose Text Writers, Spoken Word Entertainers, Dancers, and Other Inventive Full Body Performers.
We immerse to understand ourself better combined with, in glistening flow, the most capable humanists on Earth. Our Spiritual Journey involving this helps us Be Our Best Selves while we are palpably able to.
V. Nine Names of Prayer
Good Higher Power Provider—You Are Love
God—You Are Dove
Goddess—You Are Light
Great Spirit—You Are Divine
Counselor—You Restore Us
Holiness—You Are Tenderness
Creator—You Are Fluency
Truth—You Are Peace
Guardian—You Comfort Us
And for better cognitive freedom than always walking way too fast, carve out some time to go for very long walk at Christ speed.
And for better cognitive freedom than walking too fast, go for very long walk at Adult Christ Speed.
VI. Kee Lee's Question
Kee Lee: "I am not physically able to go through a window. Is there a door?"
Have you ever wanted something so bad that you would be willing to die to get it or retain it? For your own mental health right now choose amber spirituality front window instead of vivid strong tempting greenback window.
VII. The Big Room Experience
The visitor, The receiver of our Big Room Experience can know The Spirits Are Not Insensitively Labeled But Rather Carefully Named with Timeless Special Intuition.
Likers and lovers of our life projects can get good sense of opaque muck impermanence and our time measured semi transparent anatomy of tackles. Concepts for belongings are overall thought of as Infinite Abundance Of Generosity.
Art Experiences have always been about Best Effort To Share Personal And At The Same Time Worldly Sparks. Winds Of Heavenly Wild Fervor Of Conversation like flock of wrens arriving at tree chirping away.
During moments like this we do not care one bit that certain designed invention fell out of favor. Tumbled out of its frame and was kicked out of well established institution.
On the other hand—It is natural that we Devour All Kinds Of Cultural Stories. Related Yarns And Narratives Extending To First Civilized Humans.
VIII. Spirits in The Big Room
(back in The Big Room)
"Spirit over there," someone pointed.
"Soul He was our first head case," another responded.
"Them Cloud Beads Angel behind glass. Any comments?"
"Landform Sky She was portrait subject returned to often. Evolution of hundred or so wonderful changes."
Realizing work is (with decades of researching exploring creating displaying) Just Evidence Of Best Effort Interpretations Of What Appears In Our Mind's Perception. It Then Fades. Is Gone And At Some UnPredictable Moment In The Future Something Else Emerges.
IX. Joyful Motion Performance
Joyful Motion. Reframing In Different Ways Body Movement including Creating New Alive Incidences That Are Recorded. Daily All Day Performance Flows That Are Without Any Hint Of Self Punishment. Engaged In Playfulness. No Guilt Felt For Getting Totally Involved With Delightful Activities.
Lots Of Actual Physical Multi-Sensory Stuff Suspended In Mid-Air And Laying About. Big Commodious Room of Goods, Substance, Trappings, Possessions. Further Enhanced With Eyes To Mind Soothing Virtual Imagery Projected Behind Films And Directly Onto Collections Of Items.
X. O Bla Da Pushback
O Bla Da... Everyone here has negative reaction to horrors and folly of wild animals on human and human on human physical violence occurring here, extending to other side of our planet, and everything in between.
We push back with:
- Sweetness
- Unique Good Humor
- Mysterious To Universally Familiar Irrationalism
- Harmless Spontaneity
- Contemplative Works Called Meditations
We also present portions of much bigger entireties and allow treasured receiver of our interpersonal or virtual show to come up with their own assessment or evaluation.
Some examples of Names of these Portions-Parts-Fragments are:
- Anthology Bits
- Foreign Alphabet
- Trillion Pieces
- Emu Akapor
- Wise New Causes For Moolah
- Plants In Love With Responsible Children And Guileless Adults
- Praise Joy
- Life Goes On
- Family Fun
- Composed With Many Useful Tools
- Thin Mouths Associating With Trifle Thick Voices
XI. The Reservoir Refills
B Otto Will and Brrd Roots sat in The Big Room understanding: this is how empathy returns. Through partnerships, through art, through walking at Christ speed. Through choosing amber spirituality over greenback temptation.
Teatro gnome finished singing. Jupiter's magnetic energy still funneling down. Scotch whisky legos reassembled into tomorrow's architecture of feeling.
This is how we rebuild what machines cannot replace.
Through Every Opening ~ Light Defines Us
Room One: Morning Coffee & First Cracks
B Otto Will traced wall cracks with fingertips while steam rose from Caribou coffee. The Wall of Truth stood between kitchen and soul—solid yet permeable. Brrd Roots arranged grandmother's talismans: yin-yang medallion, Egyptian lamb bone key, beckoning cat with raised paw.
Through every crack, light finds its way
Truth seeps in where barriers fray
Are you completely honest with yourself today?
"Our boundary is this," B Otto Will whispered, watching light slice through fissures, "complete honesty, even when it hurts."
Early morning granules settled like [indigo fish swimming backwards through consciousness-kelp]. Outside: what was once dead landfill, now meadow. Each wildflower a truth pushing through.
Room Two: Underground Recovery Music
We will recover with love (crack widens)
Cover fears with soft blankets (light enters)
Why do birds forget to fly? (truth whispers)
Fortunately, it's temporary
Brrd Roots hummed underground melodies—lips lay la love missing what's lost. The embrace breaks. Silence of mind. Common gratitude despite walls we've built.
"Holy Spirit, would it be alright if we ate a s'more for Blue?"
The question cracked another barrier. Jesus-type calm light pouring through. Get out of convenience zones. Offer yourself to challenged neighborhoods. For You. For truth.
Room Three: The Electric Violinist's Honest Spell
She arrived—Cincinnati prodigy with talc-dust wig, fluorescent midnight blue accents. Drawing magic bow across strings that shouldn't sing but do when walls dissolve.
"What hypnotizes this rainbow grimalkin?" someone asked.
Truth: the human voice remains the only zero-carbon art form. Her spell-working music roused queens through cracks in pretense. Each note breaking barriers.
IT TAKES A VILLAGE (truth pours through)
OR A MOUND IF YOU'RE AN ANT (light breaks through)
Chorus: Through Every Crack
Through every crack, light finds its way
Breaking walls with what's true
Through every crack, passion has its say
Let honesty remake you
Room Four: Seeds Behind Walls
Making flourishing always present—but first, admit the walls. Willed positivity enhanced by facing truth. Million seeds know: best conditions require honesty.
Power of connections = our chrysalis when barriers fall. See from heart to mind's eye without pretense. Feet on precious ground, even when uncertain.
God encouraging: mix grit with genuine spirit. Consciousness essence. Compassion pops through cracks like seedlings finding light.
Room Five: Ocean Shore Truths
Full sensory fog. LOVE YA glass heart among pebbles—each stone a doubt we've carried. Torn journal truth: "Only thing wilder than sea plastic is robot head over baroque sofa."
Human belongings mixed with nature—walls can't separate them. Bad politics diminish environments through denial. Artists, frame futures in truth's light!
Room Six: Bomayka's Cracked Installation
Blue artist—journey-gravel clamoring against walls. Who wants courage to be percussive? Purplish Red Blue moves through barriers, germs amongst seeds.
Bomayka's rhythms crack visitors' defenses. Hero of Prestigious Anesthesia—numbing pretense so truth emerges. Mali soil painting tears. Broken pushcart wheels = colonial walls crumbling.
[Sometimes purple silence speaks louder than explanations]
Room Seven: Pure Goodness Through Fissures
Aerial gazelle leaping walls. Something dead reviving through cracks. Skip airfoil physics—discuss Pure Goodness pouring through.
What enables thriving? Not thinking separated from feeling. Not walls between mind and heart. Work with Human Material Damaged, Stitched, Displayed—showing how walls fail.
Room Eight: Redemption's Light
Every wall contains its transformation. Opportunity to atone = admitting cracks. All people relatives when walls dissolve.
Within everyone: Seeds As Spiritual Subconscious breaking through constructed selves. Awakening motivation. Humble-emboldened hearts finding fissures.
For Environmental Amends (crack)
For Social Justice (widen)
For Truth (light pours through)
Room Nine: The Choice
B Otto Will and Brrd Roots stood before their Wall of Truth—more window than barrier now. Each admitted fear, each honest passion had widened cracks into doorways.
Are you completely truthful with yourself?
The cracks already know
They're waiting to become windows
Where authentic light can flow
DIMENSIONAL TO FLAT—walls are just ideas. The meadow bloomed where landfill died because someone admitted: let's plant truth now.
Final Room: Where Light Lives
Through every crack, light finds its way (whispered now)
This is personal truth from lived walls (gentle admission)
Follow passion honestly, fearlessly (the only way)
Break your barriers with love's calls
Coffee cold. Talismans glowing through wall cracks. Electric violin drifting across restored meadow—music finding every fissure.
The bittersweet truth: walls feel safe but light feels better. Everyone faces this. The struggle of being true when hiding seems easier. But passion takes intricate roots through honesty's cracks.
This quiet room where truth breathes. This space where walls become windows. This journey from hiding to revealing.
Through every crack, light finds its way
Let it in
Let it stay
Through Every Opening ~ Light Defines Us
Room One: Morning Coffee & First Cracks
B Otto Will traced wall cracks with fingertips while steam rose from Caribou coffee. The Wall of Truth stood between kitchen and soul—solid yet permeable. Brrd Roots arranged grandmother's talismans: yin-yang medallion, Egyptian lamb bone key, beckoning cat with raised paw.
Through every crack, light finds its way
Truth seeps in where barriers fray
Are you completely honest with yourself today?
"Our boundary is this," B Otto Will whispered, watching light slice through fissures, "complete honesty, even when it hurts."
Early morning granules settled like [indigo fish swimming backwards through consciousness-kelp]. Outside: what was once dead landfill, now meadow. Each wildflower a truth pushing through.
Room Two: Underground Recovery Music
We will recover with love (crack widens)
Cover fears with soft blankets (light enters)
Why do birds forget to fly? (truth whispers)
Fortunately, it's temporary
Brrd Roots hummed underground melodies—lips lay la love missing what's lost. The embrace breaks. Silence of mind. Common gratitude despite walls we've built.
"Holy Spirit, would it be alright if we ate a s'more for Blue?"
The question cracked another barrier. Jesus-type calm light pouring through. Get out of convenience zones. Offer yourself to challenged neighborhoods. For You. For truth.
Room Three: The Electric Violinist's Honest Spell
She arrived—Cincinnati prodigy with talc-dust wig, fluorescent midnight blue accents. Drawing magic bow across strings that shouldn't sing but do when walls dissolve.
"What hypnotizes this rainbow grimalkin?" someone asked.
Truth: the human voice remains the only zero-carbon art form. Her spell-working music roused queens through cracks in pretense. Each note breaking barriers.
IT TAKES A VILLAGE (truth pours through)
OR A MOUND IF YOU'RE AN ANT (light breaks through)
Chorus: Through Every Crack
Through every crack, light finds its way
Breaking walls with what's true
Through every crack, passion has its say
Let honesty remake you
Room Four: Seeds Behind Walls
Making flourishing always present—but first, admit the walls. Willed positivity enhanced by facing truth. Million seeds know: best conditions require honesty.
Power of connections = our chrysalis when barriers fall. See from heart to mind's eye without pretense. Feet on precious ground, even when uncertain.
God encouraging: mix grit with genuine spirit. Consciousness essence. Compassion pops through cracks like seedlings finding light.
Room Five: Ocean Shore Truths
Full sensory fog. LOVE YA glass heart among pebbles—each stone a doubt we've carried. Torn journal truth: "Only thing wilder than sea plastic is robot head over baroque sofa."
Human belongings mixed with nature—walls can't separate them. Bad politics diminish environments through denial. Artists, frame futures in truth's light!
Room Six: Bomayka's Cracked Installation
Blue artist—journey-gravel clamoring against walls. Who wants courage to be percussive? Purplish Red Blue moves through barriers, germs amongst seeds.
Bomayka's rhythms crack visitors' defenses. Hero of Prestigious Anesthesia—numbing pretense so truth emerges. Mali soil painting tears. Broken pushcart wheels = colonial walls crumbling.
[Sometimes purple silence speaks louder than explanations]
Room Seven: Pure Goodness Through Fissures
Aerial gazelle leaping walls. Something dead reviving through cracks. Skip airfoil physics—discuss Pure Goodness pouring through.
What enables thriving? Not thinking separated from feeling. Not walls between mind and heart. Work with Human Material Damaged, Stitched, Displayed—showing how walls fail.
Room Eight: Redemption's Light
Every wall contains its transformation. Opportunity to atone = admitting cracks. All people relatives when walls dissolve.
Within everyone: Seeds As Spiritual Subconscious breaking through constructed selves. Awakening motivation. Humble-emboldened hearts finding fissures.
For Environmental Amends (crack)
For Social Justice (widen)
For Truth (light pours through)
Room Nine: The Choice
B Otto Will and Brrd Roots stood before their Wall of Truth—more window than barrier now. Each admitted fear, each honest passion had widened cracks into doorways.
Are you completely truthful with yourself?
The cracks already know
They're waiting to become windows
Where authentic light can flow
DIMENSIONAL TO FLAT—walls are just ideas. The meadow bloomed where landfill died because someone admitted: let's plant truth now.
Final Room: Where Light Lives
Through every crack, light finds its way (whispered now)
This is personal truth from lived walls (gentle admission)
Follow passion honestly, fearlessly (the only way)
Break your barriers with love's calls
Coffee cold. Talismans glowing through wall cracks. Electric violin drifting across restored meadow—music finding every fissure.
The bittersweet truth: walls feel safe but light feels better. Everyone faces this. The struggle of being true when hiding seems easier. But passion takes intricate roots through honesty's cracks.
This quiet room where truth breathes. This space where walls become windows. This journey from hiding to revealing.
Through every crack, light finds its way
Let it in
Let it stay
Living Passion Takes Systems of Intricate Roots
A Meadow Song
Movement One: Morning Granules (hushed beginning)
B Otto Will hummed low—mmm, mmm—fingers tapping heartbeat on the table. Tap-tap, pause, tap-tap. Steam rose from Caribou coffee, early morning granules settling buoyant in hot water like dreams finding ground.
What was once a dead zone landfill (tap-tap)
Now blooms with wildflower will (tap-tap)
Follow what makes your soul thrill
Plant your passion, watch it fill
Grandmother's yin-yang medallion rested warm against chest. Brrd Roots arranged morning talismans: green clover, rust horseshoe, blue sacred heart, Egyptian lamb bone key. Each symbol providing strength when worn, comfort when held.
"Look," whispered Brrd Roots, "aesthetic language restoring acres."
Movement Two: Underground Recovery (building gently)
We will recover with love—cover it all with warm blankets. Why do birds forget to fly? Fortunately temporary. The underground music rises: lips lay la love, missing what's been lost, eyes crying for it all.
Take off your convenience zone (breathe in)
Offer yourself to challenged ground (breathe out)
Holy Spirit, take your stance
Would it be alright to eat a s'more for Blue?
No tangle of stumbles mixed with despair. Finally—silence of mind. Common gratitude for everything in this house and beyond. Lovely lavender poetry. Jesus-type enduring calm light in night love.
Movement Three: The Electric Violinist's Spell (melody climbing)
She arrived from Cincinnati—long-limbed darling with talc-dust wig. Pensively drawing her magic electric bow across strings that shouldn't sing but do. Fluorescent and midnight blue accents catching light.
"So nimble and quick!" someone gasped. "What hypnotizes this she-devil hellcat rainbow grimalkin?"
Her spell-working music roused Earth's fortunate queens. The human singing voice—only art form with true zero carbon footprint. Sustainable. Spirited-soulful.
IT TAKES A VILLAGE (rising now)
OR A MOUND IF YOU'RE AN ANT
Chorus: Plant Your Passion (The Hook)
Plant your passion in dead ground—honestly, fearlessly
Watch it bloom where nothing grew
Plant your passion, make the sound
Of soil turning into something new
This is personal truth I'm sharing with you
Movement Four: Seeds & Chrysalis
Making sure flourishing is always there. Willed positivity enhanced with faith and favorite songs. We were created to succeed. During this journey with good energy—burgeoning.
Million seeds know this: best conditions set up by us. Power of connections—our magnificent chrysalis, complex beautiful lotus. See from heart to mind's eye. Experience each incident fully. Feet firmly on precious fertile ground wherever we stand.
God encouraging, mixing grit of nature with ardent energy. Benevolent spirit. Consciousness essence. Compassion pops up like new seedlings.
Movement Five: Ocean Shore Belongings (emotional peak)
Full sensory fog. LOVE YA moss green glass heart among black pebbles. Torn journal page: "The only thing wilder than harvested sea plastic is Legos of robot head over baroque sofa."
Human belongings mixed with nature wonders—interesting. Understanding intertwinements: bad politics diminish environments, lead to disasters. Artists—frame your futures here!
Movement Six: Bomayka's Dimensional Installation
Eye of contrasts. Blue artist—virtuoso of journey-gravel clamoring. Hullabaloo roars. Who wants developed courage to be percussive?
Purplish Red Blue moves germs amongst fragile seeds. Every part remembered as visual-touchable-odiferous-melodies. Bomayka's peaceful rhythms—weighty, transfixing visitors. Hero of Prestigious Anesthesia.
Mali soil shades painting hot tears. Bets-wagers in hooded urban abyss. Joys are gambles in dimensional installation of old colonialism. Broken pushcart wheels telling truth.
Movement Seven: Pure Goodness Conduit
Aerial gazelle of God. Something dead starting to live. Skip the airfoil lift lesson—discuss Pure Goodness instead.
What enables thriving with kindness? Don't separate thinking from feeling. Don't let empathy fade. Work with Insanity Of Human Material Stuff Intentionally Damaged, Stitched, Displayed. Non-violent opposition to anthropoid greed.
Movement Eight: Redemption Seeds (building to climax)
Opportunity to atone. Make situations better. Each good action releasing guilt. All people—babies to elders—relatives, ancestors. One big whole.
God knows: within everyone, Seeds As Spiritual Subconscious. Higher aspect helping flow from bad habits. Awakening motivation. Humble-emboldened hearts.
For Environmental Amends
For Social Justice
For Fair Behavior
EVERY INVESTIGATIVE PROCESS GOOD FOR MIND. WHAT ABOUT BODY? OH YEAH, THAT TOO.
Movement Nine: Dimensional to Flat (confident clarity)
DIMENSIONAL TO FLAT EXPRESSION draws attention to meanings, realities.
B Otto Will traced steam patterns, understanding generative restoration in earth and heart simultaneously. The book title clear: Natural Generative Restoration—Soil for Life [Sustenance]
Standing where landfill once sprawled. Now—biodiverse valley of rooted wildflowers. Each bloom a gesture. Each root stability.
Outro: Let's Plant It Now (return to whisper)
Let's plant it now (tap-tap)
What wholesome work this is (tap-tap)
Follow your passion to the ground
Where dead zones learn to give
B Otto Will and Brrd Roots swayed gently. Coffee cooling. Talismans catching light. Electric violin drifting across restored meadow. Everything connected—soil, soul, sustenance.
This introspection carried by desire. This passion following intrinsic drive. This bright blue electricity balanced with quiet confidence.
Plant your passion in dead ground
Watch it bloom where nothing grew
This is the sound of soil turning new
(fade to heartbeat: tap-tap... tap-tap... tap-tap...)
Personal advice from lived experience: dead zones bloom when you plant authentic passion there. Follow it honestly, fearlessly. Let curiosity guide. The meadow knows.
Generative Restoration ~ Soil for Life
I. Morning Granules & Sacred Objects
B Otto Will smelled the early morning settled and buoyant granules in steamy hot water coffee—Caribou mug warming palms. Grandmother's yin-yang medallion on beaded chain resting against chest. The kitchen filled with full sensory fog while Brrd Roots arranged talismans: blue eye to sacred heart amulet, green four-leaf clover, rust iron horseshoe, mummy key of life pendant from holy Egyptian lamb femur, manikin nekton beckoning cat with smile and right paw raised.
Aesthetic language... case... restoring acres of landfill with meadow distributing good health for all.
Through window: what was once dead zone landfill, now busy, amazing, biodiverse valley of intricate rooted wildflowers. Best significant measurable place of infinite healing gestures and stability. Scanning panorama—large to tiny reintroductions.
What wholesome work this is!
II. Underground Recovery Music
"We will recover with love," Brrd Roots whispered, "cover it all up with warm soft blankets."
Why do birds get to points where they can't fly? Fortunately temporary. Recovering undercover underground music. Lips lay la love misses what's been lost. Eyes cry for it all. The embrace breaks with all you. No tangle of stumbles mixed with despair. Finally silence of mind. Common gratitude for everything in this house and beyond.
Lovely lavender poetry of all kinds. Jesus type of enduring calm light in the night love.
"Oow take us... Holy Spirit take a caring stance for yo. Would it be alright if we ate a s'more for Blue?"
We take our covers off and get out of our convenience zone. Get out and offer ourselves to more challenged neighborhood. For You.
III. The Electric Violinist's Spell
This instrument lives in, is settled in peculiar place in humanities. Slaying dexterous hands of talc dust wigged her. Propping up pitted bodies of all types. Long live extreme opposite of short-limbed darling—got her prodigy start as child in Cincinnati, then performed at many nuptial ceremonies in Los Angeles.
Pensively reflectively drawing her magic electric violin bow. Astounding everyone with variety of brilliance, gift of delighting crowds. Almost always in no way duddy, but might possibly sometimes be aesthetically accented with pops of fluorescent and midnight blue fuddy.
Her spell-working music roused Earth's latest fortunate black and peach queens. Fan turned and said: "So nimble and quick! What hypnotizes this long-limbed electric violinist she-devil, hellcat, and rainbow grimalkin?"
The human singing voice is spirited-soulful art form that's sustainable—true zero carbon footprint.
IV. Seeds & Chrysalis Consciousness
Making sure flourishing is always there as much as possible. Willed positivity for us enhanced with faith and favorite songs allows reaching full well-rounded potential every person deserves. We were created to succeed in life.
During journey with good energy—burgeoning. Wise sage minds in million or more seeds know this. Best conditions for us good soul humans can and should be set up by us. Power of connections with self then others is our most magnificent pupa or chrysalis (child receptacle) and/or complex intricate beautiful lotus.
Seeing out from heart to mind's eye, trying to fully experience each new incident—leading to being far less judgmental. Simultaneously with good spiritual felt peace, our feet firmly on precious cultivated fertile ground wherever we happen to be.
This grit of nature and us, God encouraging, mixes with wonderful ardent energy of benevolent genuine spirit and consciousness essence. Our worth of self with other good souls is strong. Additional surprises of compassion pop up like new seedlings.
V. Ocean Shore Belongings
Ocean shore shells scattered. LOVE YA moss green glass heart among smooth black pebbles. Four Pimpernel fine art placemats. Torn journal page: "The only thing wilder than giant net full of harvested sea plastic is big picture made with Legos of robot head over very old baroque sofa."
Human belongings mixed together with mother nature wonders—interesting.
B Otto Will understood: we better understand intertwinements of bad politics and diminishment of healthy ecological environments leading to more frequent occurrences of natural disasters. Artists of all types—this should provide very worthwhile direction for framing all future endeavors.
VI. Village Mound Wisdom
IT TAKES A VILLAGE... OR A MOUND IF YOU ARE AN ANT.
Circular midnight blue burnt on distressed medium lavender color painted wood enchain. These symbols, often called talismans, provide strength, comfort, meaning when we wear them. Be it beautifully sculpted tiny crucifix or grandmother's medallion—all carrying weight.
VII. Bomayka's Dimensional Installation
Eye of contrasts. The blue artist—virtuoso of journey-gravel clamoring. Hullabaloo roars and howls. Contemplations made into tough sound things. Who on desperate edge during any struggle would want their developed courage to be percussive?
Music artists outside their nation birth place where he, she, or they are warmly embraced by mostly everyone no matter how culture or nature scenes weather. Through every annual span of time above ground, actual roots and interpretations of hundred or so rhizome shoots named Reputation (plus number).
Purplish Red Blue as leader ought to move germs amongst and within fragile front rank seeds. Every different pictured part remembered as visual-touchable-odiferous-melodies. Fanfares surface in mind's eye as flexible healing.
Bomayka's kind of peaceful rhythms are weighty, causing most every performance-exhibit visitor to become transfixed, completely unaware of anything else. Other than numerous arrays of symbolic connotations. Earning child that no one thinks is genius the curious label: Hero of Prestigious Anesthesia.
Earth soil shades from Mali used for painting hot figurative tears are bets-wagers made in hooded urban abyss. Joys are wins of gambles part of big dimensional installation interpretation of squalid old colonialism. Including some broken pushcart wheels.
VIII. Pure Goodness Conduit
Conduit. Aerial gazelle of God. Physical and real sky-air happenings. Something everyone thought was dead starting to live again. Let's not get deep into interlude about best way to flap wings for airfoil lift. Instead shift content to discussion of what constitutes Pure Goodness.
What enables us to thrive with enhanced emphasis of kindness? Decency of heart? No person with prudence and foresight should encourage or be fan of thinking separated out from feeling then flourishing and allowing human empathy and compassion to fade, become increasingly insignificant.
By forgetting about thinking-alone selves and instead working with what obviously looks like Insanity Of So Much Human Invented Material Stuff Intentionally Damaged, Stitched Together Then Displayed—working with this we feel is effective way to express non-violent opposition to or defiance of anthropoid perishable greed.
IX. Redemption's Investigation
Redemption. Opportunity always there to atone for mistakes. Make something or any situation better. With each measurable good action freeing or releasing ourselves from feeling guilt (worrying we've caused harm to something and/or someone). Feeling of wrongdoing in background can come forward causing anxiety or even debilitating melancholia.
All people (from babies to elders) are our relatives and ancestors because we're all humans. We are as humans all together as one big whole. Harmful actions from early past to now can be kind of heaviness on and in heart.
God, Great Sacred Spirits know that within every person of Creation are Seeds As Spiritual Subconscious (personal higher aspect of self) helping us flow out of not good habits and awaken motivation to see capacity of what humble-emboldened hearts can do. For Environmental Amends and Social Justice (Excellent Internal Standard for Fair Behavior).
WE BELIEVE EVERY INVESTIGATIVE TO INTERPRETIVE PROCESS AND RESULT IS GOOD FOR THE MIND. WHAT ABOUT REST OF BODY? OH YEAH THAT TOO.
X. Dimensional to Flat Expression
VERY DIMENSIONAL TO FLAT ART EXPRESSION AND MOODS USED TO DRAW MORE EFFECTIVE ATTENTION TO IMPORTANT MEANINGS AND REALITIES.
B Otto Will traced patterns in coffee steam, understanding how natural generative restoration worked simultaneously in earth and heart. The book title finally clear: Natural Generative Restoration - Soil For Life [Sustenance]
Standing at meadow's edge where landfill once sprawled, watching this busy, amazing, biodiverse valley of intricate rooted wildflowers. Each bloom a gesture, each root a stability.
Let's plant it now.
The electric violinist's music drifted across restored acres. Talismans caught morning light. Everything connected—soil, soul, sustenance. This introspection carried by desire. This passion following intrinsic drive. This bright blue electricity balanced with quiet confidence.
What wholesome work this is!
In Light of Every Window We Make
Room One: First Cracks Appear
B Otto Will and Brrd Roots sat in the quiet room, watching light slice through wall cracks like hope through doubt. Zara traced the luminous lines with her finger. "Do something physically harmless to save your nation from fascism—with truth alone."
We wait for kings named Jesus
Natural light pours through our souls
But crowns grow from confession
Where honest passion goes
The Wall of Truth stood before them—solid yet permeable. Free resources flowed like holy water through its blessed fissures. Close your eyes, ahh ha—see the path illuminated through broken places. Fish with makeshift wings discovering sky, never meant for sea but honest about their longings now.
Our boundary: complete honesty with ourselves
Our belief: passion breaks all barriers down
"Welcome Dream," Brrd Roots whispered to the light, "are you tired-satisfied walking this tightrope of truth?"
Zara: "Well said. I think." (Her words floating like [indigo moths through liquid time])
Room Two: The Linoleum Truth
De brilliance revealed through cracks: BIG PICTURE spreading wide, PATH winding honest, TINY DETAILS leaking light. Down to earth meant down to linoleum—kneeling with soap bucket at another's commode. Sacred work needs no pretense, only truth.
Through the Wall of Truth (light pours through)
See what's real and what is true (light pours through)
Every crack a chance to view (light pours through)
The honest self in me and you
Back on the lush path for days, seeking spaciousness where minds breathe truth. A pot holder waits—perfect Christmas gift, functional without facade. Every meaningful result: opportunity met with complete openness.
Room Three: Center Eye Streaming
"What is Real Presence?" The question pushed against the Wall, creating new fissures. Scripture alone or together—how does honesty transform us? Burning bushes against environmental weight, relevance questioned with sincere curiosity.
What streams through your middle eye?
What visions make you whole?
Are you completely truthful with yourself?
Light pouring through your soul?
We've lost ourselves behind walls of pretense. Yet hope leaks everywhere: soft feathers unfolding, blossoms opening, fingers uncurling from fear. Robots cradling machines like infants—not babies, but the tenderness real and honest.
Room Four: Wells Behind Walls (The Chorus)
Break down the Wall of Truth—let light pour through!
Follow passion honestly—it's all we need to do
Break down the Wall of Truth—let light pour through!
Every crack reveals the authentic you
What does reclaiming wonder mean? Too many drink from their own wells, walls keeping other waters out. B Otto Will understood: barriers exist to be transformed.
Gratitudes accumulate like light-fragments: selfless service, courageous folks, honest compassion. Each one widening the Wall's blessed cracks.
Room Five: Renard's Light Kitchen
In Gaza, Renard Attallah cooks truth from aid boxes. Ten years old, no pretense—just honest transformation of limited ingredients. Her videos: light through rubble walls.
More truths breaking through: thermal drones revealing hidden wildlife, mashed potatoes beside Host bread, barcode scanners showing prices (transparency!). Gentle breezes through window cracks, Friendsgiving dissolving social walls, PFAS-free waters flowing honest.
Room Six: Tears Through Cracks
Tears streaming during joy—what truth lives here? Weep away the walls we've built. Animals teach presence through their inability to pretend. Freedom arrives when walls dissolve.
Seek truth (cracks widen)
Find sweetness (light brightens)
Understand (walls transform to windows)
Big streaming center eyes saw it all—fleeting dreams and solid truths alike.
Room Seven: Beyond Label Walls
"All in for Jesus's story," sang Brrd Roots, "but Christianity's just another wall. All in for Buddha's path, but Buddhism's a different room."
Not nationalistic barriers—worldly openings. Climate deniers behind denial walls, living in shared reality they can't see through their constructions. Haven't we hidden behind walls before?
Room Eight: Fractures and Truth
When leg bones fracture complete
Don't choose sides—heal it whole
When walls crack from truth's heartbeat
Light pours through to every soul
Make truth interesting—they'll lean toward cracks. Construction wisdom: balance strength with openness. Every wall needs windows. The elder at gatherings knows everyone's true name—years dismantling pretense.
You need no reason to be glorious women—we're all in
Beginners write the best stories—walls still thin
Room Nine: Catching Light
Eternal Spirit catches those falling through their cracks. Wood, water, earth beaded into honest rosaries. Dreams become huggable when walls stop dividing sleep from waking.
Saw what you sew, turn from fashion's wall
Almost no one's barriers perfect after all
[Sometimes purple fish swim backwards through consciousness-kelp, seeking cracks in reality's reef]
Room Ten: Art Without Walls
Without walls of explanation, art speaks truth. As it honestly is—not defended, not adorned.
B Otto Will and Brrd Roots stood before their Wall of Truth, now more window than barrier. Each crack admitted, each passion followed honestly, had widened into doorways.
The Final Room: Where All Light Meets
This is our journey: from hiding to revealing
This is our truth: passion breaks through ceiling
This is our practice: honesty with feeling
The Wall of Truth transforms through honest dealing
The bittersweet understanding: walls feel safe but light feels better. Every reader facing their own walls, knowing cracks aren't failures but beginnings.
The Wall of Truth (where light pours through)
Shows who we are (when we're true)
Break it down (with passion new)
Let light pour through (to me and you)
The story ends where truth begins: in quiet rooms where honesty breathes freely. B Otto Will and Brrd Roots remind us—every wall contains its transformation. We need only let the light pour through.
Are you completely truthful with yourself?
The cracks already know.
They're waiting to become windows.
Let your honest passion show.
Follow Your Center Eye ~ A Gentle Revolution
Verse One: The Whisper Begins (hushed)
B Otto Will hummed low—mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm—fingers tapping gentle heartbeat on the sill. Zara swayed in corner shadows, listening.
"Do something physically harmless," came the blues-worn truth, "save your nation from fascism with tenderness alone."
We wait for kings named Jesus (tap-tap)
Natural light through our souls (tap-tap)
But the crown grows from confession
Where passion honestly goes
Free resources flow like holy water streams—safe, sound, streaming. Close those eyes, ahh ha, travel down THE PATH, ahh ha ahead. Mesmerized rising on makeshift wings, school of fish discovering sky. Never meant for sea but swimming air forever now.
"Welcome Dream," B Otto Will sang soft, "tired-satisfied on this tightrope walk?"
Zara: "Well said. I think." (Her voice like smoke through evening doors)
Verse Two: Down to Earth (building gently)
De brilliance shows itself in three: BIG PICTURE wide, PATH winding true, TINY DETAILS singing through. Most grounded truth lives down in linoleum—kneeling with bucket, cleaning another's commode. Sacred work needs no cathedral.
Observe the light (breathe in)
Feel the warmth (breathe out)
Inspire-Stir-Reflect
(This is what it's all about)
Back on the lush path for days, seeking spaciousness where minds can breathe. Quiet spiritual essences between worlds, full body profiles catching sideways light.
Verse Three: The Questions Rise (melody climbing)
"What is Real Presence?" The question lifts like morning mist. Scripture alone or together—how does it transform today? Burning bushes against environmental weight, relevance reimagined, not dismissed.
We've lost ourselves in development, forgotten we're mystical beings made for presence. Yet hope unfolds everywhere: soft feathers opening, blossoms brightening, fingers uncurling from fear-fists. Robots cradling machines like infants (they're not babies, but the tenderness is real).
What streams through your center eye?
What vision slowly comes alive?
What is the dream that makes you whole?
Chorus: Follow Your Passion (The Hook)
Follow your center eye—honestly, fearlessly
Let curiosity guide your way
Follow your center eye—passion is the key
This is personal truth I'm sharing today
Verse Four: Wells of Wonder
What does reclaiming wonder mean? Re-enchanting sacred texts? Why the skepticism toward staged performances? What happens drinking only from your own well?
Gratitude accumulates like dew: selfless service, courageous folks, honest compassion, every pushback against self-obsession. Each one note in the larger song.
Verse Five: Renard's Kitchen Blues
In Gaza, ten-year-old Renard stirs hope into aid-box ingredients. Her videos lift spirits through screens—genuine as sunlight through hard places.
More thanks layering harmony: thermal drones finding wildlife, garlic mashed potatoes, Host bread (sacrifice and symbol), barcode scanners reading prices while souls take their time. Gentle breezes, best fans, Friendsgiving gatherings. PFAS-free waters flowing clean.
Verse Six: Tears Don't Lie (emotional peak)
When tears stream during joy—what truth lives there? Weep away the walls. Freedom through understanding animals who never pretend. Their honest being teaches presence.
Seek the sweetness (rising now)
Find the light (passion growing)
Understand with your whole heart
Big steady streaming center eyes saw it all, including fleeting dream observations.
Bridge: Beyond the Labels
"All in for Jesus's story," B Otto Will sang clear, "but Christianity's just one room. All in for Buddha's nurturing, but Buddhism's another door."
Not nationalistic walls—worldly windows, brightening healings and solutions. Leap forward, kindreds!
Climate deniers living in the same reality—not secret, shared. Haven't we been here before?
Verse Seven: The Restful Work
Make truth interesting—they'll lean toward light. Peace through authentic effort. Know what to bring. Never control another soul.
When leg bones fracture complete
Don't choose sides—heal it whole
When hearts break into pieces
Mend every part of the soul
Construction wisdom: balance lifting with strengthening. The elder at gatherings knows everyone's true name.
Verse Eight: Catching and Creating
Eternal Spirit catches all who fall through cracks. Wood, water, earth beaded into honest rosaries, meditation paths through memory, prayer beads opening garden devotions.
Dreams become huggable when walls dissolve. Rural to city, all souls seeking same light through different windows.
Saw what you sew, turn from fast fashion's spin
Almost no one's without these everyday sins
Verse Nine: Gifts and Beginnings
Simple pot holder—perfect Christmas gift. Sweet, functional, not expensive. Every meaningful result: opportunity fulfilled.
You need no reason to be glorious women
We're all in without hesitation
Beginners write the best stories
From places of pure fascination
Outro: Art As It Is (returning to whisper)
Without explaining, truth speaks. Art as it honestly is—not defended, not adorned.
B Otto Will and Zara stood together now, watching light stream through everything. The center eye open, visions flowing slow. Natural light pouring through souls like morning through curtains.
Follow your center eye—honestly, fearlessly
This is heartfelt advice from lived experience
Let passion be your guide, curiosity your map
The gentle revolution starts with one soft tap
(fade to heartbeat: tap-tap... tap-tap... tap-tap...)
The story ends where truth begins: in quiet rooms where honesty breathes freely, where every wall contains windows waiting, where beginners write the most interesting stories because they follow their center eye—honestly, fearlessly, with magnificent soul.
The Center Eye's Dream
I. Opening Vision
B Otto Will traced circles on fogged glass while Zara watched from the corner, her presence like smoke. "Do something physically harmless to save your nation from fascism." The words drifted through consciousness like jazz through evening air.
We are waiting for a king and his name is Jesus—natural light to our soul.
Free resources flowed safe and sound, holy water streams through awareness. Close your eyes, ahh ha, go your way down THE PATH, ahh ha ahead. In a mess mesmerized, rise with makeshift wings, rise further outsider. School of fish never sea, nonetheless now and forever.
"Tell us Welcome Dream," B Otto Will whispered to the reflection, "are you also more tired than usual and satisfied on this tightrope?"
Zara: "Well said. I think."
II. The Quiet Essences Between Worlds
De brilliance revealed itself: THE BIG PICTURE spreading wide, THE PATH winding honest, THE TINY DETAILS accumulating. The most down to earth—down to linoleum—being of service meant kneeling with bucket of soapy water, cleaning a less fortunate person's toilet or commode.
OBSERVE... FEEL... INSPIRE... STIR... REFLECT
Then back on the lush and deep path for days. Just wanting hours of spaciousness, to more effectively in mind breathe. These were visually quiet spiritual essences, in between earth and other world calming glimpses. Full body and embodiment side profiles catching light.
III. Questions Through the Middle Eye
What is the definition of Real Presence? How does reciting Holy Scripture alone or grouped transform us positively today? Are burning bushes relevant with environmental problems demanding resolution for Earth's sustaining life?
Living highly developed, we potentially lose who we were meant to be—mystical beings created for Real Presence. Yet hope exists everywhere: soft feathery wings unfolding, exciting blossoms opening, precious fingers of clenched hands unfurling. This hope on every surface of robots cradle-holding machines like fragile infants—but they aren't.
What is the vision in your mind's eye or before your middle eye that slowly or incidentally streams?
What is the dream?
IV. Wells and Wonder
What does it mean to reclaim wonder? To re-enchant sacred texts? Why the skepticism toward contemporary staged performances of New Testament interpretations? What happens when too many only drink from their own well, refusing trust in other waters?
Thankfulness accumulated: for true selfless service leading to helpful actions, courageous folks reducing prejudice maintaining togetherness, human examples of honesty and compassion, every small pushback against developed nations' moves toward selfishness and self-obsession.
V. Renard's Light Through Rubble
Thankfulness for Renard Attallah—ten-year-old in Gaza, sensation through cooking videos amid war's intense challenges. She shares tutorials for dishes made the Gazan way, using aid box ingredients. Renard stirs hearts, lifts spirits with lovely personality and nature.
More gratitudes layered: beautiful sunsets and thermal drones finding unique wildlife. Gluten-free garlic mashed potatoes and wheat-flour-water unleavened Host bread representing sacrifice, symbolizing Jesus's body. Black bars and white spaces of laser barcode scanners allowing faster checkouts.
Gentle breezes and best fans passing air. Friendsgiving. Understanding how colors work in natural places. All the PFAS-free lakes, rivers, groundwater surrounding us.
VI. Tears and Center Eyes
What does it mean when tears stream down faces while experiencing amazing joy and comfort? What does it mean to weep away? What freedom and peace of mind arrives through learning non-human animal behavior?
SEEK... FIND... BETTER UNDERSTAND ALL OF THE SWEETNESS LIFE HAS TO OFFER
How they with big, steady, streaming center eye saw it, including what they fleetingly observed in dreams.
VII. Beyond Labels Into Truth
We are all in for Jesus's story and great examples—but we don't emphasize too much the word Christianity. All in for Buddha Dharma's timeless human nurturing ways—but we don't emphasize too much the word Buddhism.
Not nationalistic whatsoever. True worldly natures, all in for brightening up for today's human healings/soothings and Earth environmental solutions. That's where the future's at. Leap forward kindreds.
Interesting: everyday climate deniers thinking climate change a hoax while living in the same evolution reality. Not confidential information—we're living in it now, moving forward.
Haven't we experienced that before? Or did we, in some way or another?
VIII. The Restful Work and Fractures
If we make our restful work approach interesting enough, they'll give steady valuable attention to what we can offer.
PEACE. To the best of your ability, put in needed work. Always know what to bring to parties. Never even slightly control another human. In ways the itinerant life must be us. In this sideways lazy world filled with wonders, wet rejections are precious burnt gifts. The older adult who's changed themselves countless times knows every person's full name at the peace gathering.
When a leg bone has a complete fracture, why choose one side? Instead, seek the best ways to heal the entire bone.
CONSTRUCTION SITE SAFETY REMINDER: Balance all forward bent lifting tasks with unequal amounts of abdomen strengthening exercises.
IX. Catching the Fall, Beading Prayer
ETERNAL SPIRIT... GOD OF GOODNESS... JESUS... will always catch you when you think you're falling into bottomless chasms or abysses.
WOOD... WATER... AND EARTH BEADED PHYSICAL ART WORKS are our rosary, our path to meditate on important past events, our large and small prayer beads bringing us into seemingly infinite collections of garden devotions.
Experience where it's going and what it is—in fleeting or calm moments. As moving embodiments and still objects, those dreams turned into huggable and touchable realities. Different uplifting soul for any and all least fortunate remote rural to big city earthlings.
X. Art As It Is, Fashion's Turn
Without much talk it says something about what's happening at developed places all around this planet we're living on. What you're experiencing now is art as it is—and not, or as opposed to, or instead of, art as we would strongly like it to be.
Regarding purchasing unfair trade fast fashion: almost no one is without sin.
SAW... REAP WHAT YOU SEW... TAKE A RIGHT TURN AWAY FROM—OR IN THE OPPOSITE DIRECTION OF—HYPER FAST FASHION
XI. The Gift of Beginning
A simple pot holder is a perfect Christmas gift for a friend or loved one. It is sweet, functional, and not terribly expensive. Every meaningful artful result was an opportunity fulfilled the best that it could be.
You do not have to give us a reason to be glorious women—we're all in without hesitation.
Beginners have always written the most interesting stories.
The story ends where vision begins: with center eyes streaming slowly, with Zara's quiet affirmation echoing, with the understanding that natural light pours through souls. B Otto Will smiled—smoky, warm, quietly confident. The bright blue electricity balanced perfectly with deep introspection, each moment a gentle pulse supporting voice without overwhelming authentic expression.
The Wall of Truth ~ Where Light Pours Through
Room One: The Cracks Begin to Show
B Otto Will and Brrd Roots sat cross-legged in the quiet room, watching light slice through wall cracks like hope through doubt. "Do something physically harmless," whispered the first ray, "save your nation from fascism with truth alone."
We wait for kings named Jesus
But crowns grow from our own confession
Each crack a tiny thesis
That honesty's our best possession
The Wall of Truth stood solid—yet permeable. Free resources flowed like holy water streams through its fissures. Close your eyes, ahh ha—see the path illuminate itself through broken places. Fish with makeshift wings discovering sky-swimming, never meant for sea but honest about their desires now and forever.
"Welcome Dream," Brrd Roots hummed, tracing light-lines with fingertips, "are you tired-satisfied on this tightrope of becoming?"
Room Two: Simple Truths Through Stone
De brilliance revealed itself in trinity: BIG PICTURE spread wide, PATH winding honest, TINY DETAILS leaking light. The most grounded truth—down to earth, down to linoleum—meant kneeling with bucket and soap at another's commode. Sacred work needs no pretense.
Observe the cracks (let light through)
Feel the warmth (truth coming through)
Inspire-Stir-Reflect (breaking through)
B Otto Will sought spaciousness where minds could breathe truth. A simple pot holder on the counter—perfect Christmas gift, functional without facade. Every meaningful result bloomed from opportunities met with complete openness.
[The indigo meanders where thought-rivers bend backwards]
Room Three: Burning Questions, Honest Answers
"What is Real Presence?" The question pushed against the Wall, creating new fissures. Scripture alone or together—how does honesty transform us? Burning bushes against environmental crisis, relevance questioned with sincere curiosity.
In this developed society, mystical beings forgot themselves behind walls of pretense. Yet hope leaked everywhere: soft feathers unfolding, blossoms opening, fingers uncurling from fists of fear. Even robots cradling machines like infants showed truth—they weren't babies, but the tenderness was real.
Room Four: The Well of Wonder (Truth's Chorus)
What does it mean to reclaim wonder?
Break the wall—let light pour under!
What does it mean to re-enchant?
Be honest about what you want!
B Otto Will understood skepticism toward performances. What happens when we only drink from our own wells, afraid to taste other truths? Brrd Roots collected gratitudes like light-fragments: selfless service, courageous folks reducing prejudice, every pushback against self-obsession—each one widening the Wall's blessed cracks.
Room Five: Renard's Honest Kitchen
In Gaza, ten-year-old Renard Attallah cooked truth from aid boxes. No pretense in her videos—just honest transformation of limited ingredients, personality genuine as sunlight through rubble.
More truths accumulated: thermal drones finding hidden wildlife (revelation!), garlic mashed potatoes beside Host bread (sustenance and symbol), barcode scanners revealing prices (transparency in commerce). Each element honest, each one creating space for light.
Room Six: Tears Don't Lie
Tears streaming during joy—what truth lives here? Weep away the walls we've built. Freedom through understanding animals who never pretend, their behaviors teaching authentic presence.
Seek truth (cracks widen)
Find sweetness (light brightens)
Understand (walls crumble gently)
B Otto Will noticed: dandelions growing through sidewalk cracks, just like truth through constructed barriers.
Room Seven: Names Are Just Walls
"All in for Jesus's story," sang Brrd Roots, "but Christianity's just a wall with windows. All in for Buddha's path, but Buddhism's another room entirely."
Not nationalistic walls—worldly openings, brightening healings and solutions. Leap forward through the cracks, kindreds!
Strange truth: climate deniers living in the same reality, walls of denial transparent as glass. Haven't we been here before, trying to hide from obvious light?
Room Eight: The Honest Work
Make truth interesting enough—they'll lean toward the light. Peace through authentic effort, knowing what to bring, never building walls around another's soul.
Construction site wisdom:
Every wall needs windows
Every truth needs kindness
Balance strength with openness
The elder at peace gatherings knew everyone's true name—years of walls becoming doorways.
Room Nine: Catching What Falls Through
Eternal Spirit catches those who fall through their own cracks. Wood, water, earth beaded into honest rosaries, meditation paths through truth-telling, prayer beads opening garden devotions without pretense.
Dreams became huggable realities when walls stopped dividing them from waking. Rural to city, all souls seeking the same light through different cracks.
[Sometimes purple thoughts swim upstream through consciousness-kelp]
Room Ten: Art As Honest Is
Without walls of explanation, truth speaks. Art as it honestly is—not defended, not adorned.
Fast fashion sins through transparency:
Almost no one's walls are perfect
The Final Room: Where All Light Meets
B Otto Will and Brrd Roots stood before their Wall of Truth, now more window than barrier. Each crack they'd admitted, each honest passion followed, had widened into doorways.
This is our boundary: complete honesty with ourselves
This is our belief: passion and curiosity guide true
This is our practice: breaking barriers with sincerity
The quirky journey from hiding to revealing, the bittersweet recognition that walls feel safe but light feels better. Every reader standing before their own walls, knowing the cracks are not failures but beginnings.
Follow passion through the cracks
Let curiosity widen gaps
Truth pours through like morning light
Making all our darkness bright
The story ends where truth begins: in a quiet room where honesty meets itself, where B Otto Will and Brrd Roots remind us that every wall we've built contains the seeds of its own transformation—we need only let the light pour through.
Are you completely truthful with yourself?
The cracks already know the answer.
They're waiting to become windows.
The Quiet Revolution of Soft Wings
Movement One: The Whisper Begins
B Otto Will hummed low, fingers keeping time on the windowsill—tap, tap-pause, tap—a heartbeat rhythm gentle as rain. "Do something physically harmless," came the whisper, "to save your nation from fascism." The words swayed like old blues, carrying truth in their worn grooves.
We are waiting for a king... his name is Jesus...
But this waiting had rhythm, had soul. Free resources flowed like holy water streams—close your eyes, ahh ha—the path revealing itself in measures and rests. School of fish rising on makeshift wings, never meant for sea but swimming through air nonetheless. Now and forever, the beat continued, restrained and true.
"Welcome Dream," B Otto Will sang soft, voice barely brushing sound, "are you tired too? Walking this tightrope, satisfied?"
Movement Two: The Foundation Settles
De brilliance lived simply: big picture, path, tiny details—three chords in perfect progression. Down to earth meant down to linoleum, kneeling with bucket and blessed soap. This was the folk wisdom: serve by cleaning another's commode, find the sacred in porcelain prayers.
Observe (beat) Feel (beat) Inspire-Stir-Reflect
The rhythm carried forward, seeking spaciousness where minds could breathe. A pot holder waited on the counter—perfect Christmas gift, functional sweetness without expense. Every meaningful result bloomed from opportunities, each one a note in the larger composition.
Movement Three: Questions Rising Like Smoke
"What is Real Presence?" The question lilted upward, a sustained note quivering with possibility. Scripture recited alone or together—how does it transform us now? Burning bushes flickered against environmental weight, relevance questioned but not dismissed.
The melody began its climb: in this developed society, mystical beings forgot their purpose. Yet hope unfolded everywhere—soft feathers, exciting blossoms, precious fingers uncurling. Even robots cradled machines like infants, Real Presence painting itself across unlikely surfaces.
Movement Four: Wells of Wonder (The Hook)
What does it mean to reclaim wonder?
To re-enchant the sacred texts?
Jump for joy—the mystery persists!
B Otto Will understood the skepticism toward staged performances, contemporary interpretations. What happens when we only drink from our own wells? The blues progression deepened, carrying gratitude: for selfless service, courageous folks reducing prejudice, every small pushback against self-obsession.
The rhythm swelled gently here—emotional peak approaching—as thankfulness rose like steam from earth.
Movement Five: Renard's Kitchen Song
In Gaza, young Renard Attallah composed meals from aid boxes, her cooking videos lifting spirits through screens. Ten years old, stirring hope into ingredients, personality and nature creating melodies from survival.
More gratitudes joined the chorus: sunsets and thermal drones, garlic mashed potatoes beside unleavened Host bread, barcode scanners speeding life while souls took their time. Each element added harmonic depth without complexity, trip-hop whispers beneath folk simplicity.
Movement Six: The Weeping Joy
Tears streamed while joy bloomed—what does this mean? The lilting question hung in air like incense. Weep away, weep away... Freedom arrived through understanding non-human animals, their behaviors teaching peace of mind.
Seek-Find-Understand (the rhythm insistent now)
All the sweetness life can offer
The beat remained subtle but present, anchoring emotion without overwhelming the tenderness.
Movement Seven: Beyond the Names
"All in for Jesus's story," B Otto Will sang, voice gaining confident clarity, "but Christianity's just a word. All in for Buddha's nurturing ways, but Buddhism's just a label."
Not nationalistic—worldly natures brightening human healings and Earth solutions. That's where the future lives. Leap forward, kindreds!
Strange harmony: climate deniers living in evolution reality, not secret information but shared experience. Haven't we been here before, somehow, some way?
Movement Eight: The Restful Work Rhythm
Make the approach interesting enough—they'll give steady attention. Peace through effort, knowing what to bring, never controlling another soul. The itinerant life must be us, sideways lazy world where wet rejections become precious burnt gifts.
Construction site reminder: (spoken-sung)
Balance your lifting with strengthening
Keep the rhythm, protect the core
The older adult at peace gatherings knew every name—transformation's quiet evidence.
Movement Nine: Catching the Fall
Eternal Spirit, God of Goodness, Jesus—always catching those who fear the abyss. Wood, water, earth beaded into rosaries, meditation paths through past events, prayer beads opening infinite garden devotions.
Experience the going and being—fleeting, calm, moving, still. Dreams became huggable realities, uplifting souls from rural remoteness to city brightness. The composition built gradually, each verse adding color without flash.
Movement Ten: Art As It Is (The Resolution)
Without much talk, it spoke volumes about our developed planet. Art as it is—not as we'd like, not opposed to anything, simply is.
Regarding fast fashion sins: almost no one's without them.
B Otto Will let the final notes sustain, voice dropping back to whisper. Bright blue electricity mingled with warm reflection, each moment pulsing gently. Through the smoky understanding, through quiet confidence, the path continued—inviting repeated journeys, each listen revealing new textures in the groove.
Follow your passion honestly, fearlessly
Let curiosity be your guide
This is heartfelt advice from lived experience
Jump for joy—authenticity awaits
The story ended as it began: with a heartbeat, with rain, with the quiet revolution of soft wings rising.
The Path of Soft Feathers
I. The Waiting
B Otto Will traced words on fogged glass: Do something physically harmless to save your nation from fascism. The letters dissolved like prayer, like warning, like invitation. Outside, the city hummed its low jazz pulse—part lament, part hope.
We are waiting for a king and his name is Jesus.
But waiting had its own texture here, in this room where free resources flowed like safe and sound holy water streams. Eyes closed, ahh ha, the path revealed itself in fragments: mesmerized rises, makeshift wings ascending, schools of fish discovering they were never meant for sea. Now and forever.
"Tell us, Welcome Dream," B Otto Will whispered to the reflection, "are you also more tired than usual and satisfied on this tightrope?"
II. The Big Picture in Tiny Details
De brilliance lived in three places simultaneously: THE BIG PICTURE spreading wide, THE PATH winding forward, THE TINY DETAILS accumulating like dust on forgotten shelves. The most grounded service—down to earth, down to linoleum—meant kneeling with bucket and soap, cleaning another's toilet or commode. Sacred work in porcelain churches.
OBSERVE... FEEL... INSPIRE... STIR... REFLECT
The mantra pulsed through days both lush and deep, seeking those few hours of spaciousness where minds could breathe more effectively. In the kitchen, a simple pot holder waited—perfect Christmas gift, sweet and functional, not terribly expensive. Every meaningful artful result blooming from opportunities fulfilled as best they could be.
III. Questions Through Burning Bushes
What is Real Presence? The question drifted through afternoon light, mixing with incense and doubt. How does reciting holy scripture—alone or grouped—transform us today? B Otto Will pondered burning bushes, their relevance weighted against environmental problems demanding resolution for Earth's sustaining life.
Living in this highly developed society, so much of who we were meant to be slipped away—mystical beings created for Real Presence, now scrolling through screens. Yet hope persisted everywhere: soft feathery wings unfolding, exciting blossoms opening, precious fingers of clenched hands unfurling. This hope painted itself across robot surfaces cradling machines like fragile infants—but they weren't.
IV. Wells and Wonders
What does it mean to reclaim wonder? To re-enchant sacred texts?
B Otto Will understood why too many in the nation grew skeptical of contemporary staged performances, New Testament interpretations dancing on modern stages. What happens when people only drink from their own wells, refusing trust in other springs?
Thankfulness rose like steam: for true selfless service leading to helpful actions, for courageous folks joining to reduce prejudice and maintain togetherness, for every human example of honesty and compassion, for each small pushback against developed nations' drift toward selfishness and self-obsession.
V. Renard's Kitchen
In Gaza, ten-year-old Renard Attallah stirred more than ingredients. Her cooking videos—Instagram sensations amid war's intense challenges—transformed aid-box contents into Gazan dishes, tutorials wrapped in lovely personality and nature. B Otto Will watched her lift spirits through screens, each video a testament to resilience.
Thankfulness expanded: beautiful sunsets and thermal drones finding unique wildlife, gluten-free garlic mashed potatoes beside wheat-flour-water unleavened Host bread (sacrifice symbolizing Jesus's body), black bars and white spaces of barcode scanners speeding cashier checkouts while souls waited elsewhere.
VI. Tears and Understanding
More gratitudes accumulated like prayer beads: gentle breezes and best fans passing air, Friendsgiving gatherings, understanding how colors work in natural places, all the PFAS-free lakes and rivers and groundwater surrounding them.
What does it mean when tears stream down our face while we experience amazing joy and comfort? What does it mean to weep away?
Freedom and peace of mind arrived through learning non-human animal behavior. SEEK... FIND... BETTER UNDERSTAND ALL OF THE SWEETNESS LIFE HAS TO OFFER.
VII. Beyond -Isms
"We are all in for the story and great examples of Jesus," B Otto Will murmured, "but we don't have to emphasize too much the word Christianity. All in for Buddha's timeless human nurturing ways, but we don't have to emphasize too much the word Buddhism."
Not nationalistic whatsoever—true worldly natures, all in for brightening today's human healings/soothings and Earth's environmental solutions. That's where the future lived. Leap forward, kindreds.
Strange, how everyday climate deniers thought climate change a hoax while living in the same evolution reality. Not confidential information—we're living in it now, moving forward.
Haven't we experienced this before? Or did we, in some way or another?
VIII. The Restful Work
If the restful work approach proved interesting enough, they would give steady valuable attention to offerings. PEACE arrived through effort: put in needed work to the best of ability, always know what to bring to parties, never control another human even slightly.
The itinerant life must be us. In this sideways lazy world filled with wonders, wet rejections became precious burnt gifts. The older adult who'd changed themselves countless times knew every person's full name at the peace gathering.
CONSTRUCTION SITE SAFETY REMINDER: Balance all forward bent lifting tasks with unequal amounts of abdomen strengthening exercises.
IX. Catching and Creating
ETERNAL SPIRIT... GOD OF GOODNESS... JESUS... would always catch you when you thought you were falling into bottomless chasms or abysses.
WOOD... WATER... AND EARTH BEADED PHYSICAL ART WORKS became rosaries, paths to meditate on important past events, large and small prayer beads bringing us into seemingly infinite collections of garden devotions.
Experience where it's going and what it is—in fleeting or calm moments. As moving embodiments and still objects, dreams turned into huggable and touchable realities. Different uplifting soul for any and all least fortunate remote rural to big city earthlings.
X. Art As It Is
Without much talk, it said something about what's happening at developed places all around this planet we're living on. B Otto Will experienced art as it was—not as opposed to, not instead of, not as we would strongly like it to be.
Regarding purchasing unfair trade fast fashion: almost no one is without sin.
The bright blue electricity of existence mingled with melancholic reflection, each moment a gentle rhythmic pulse supporting authentic expression. Through smoky, textured understanding, through quiet confidence rather than grand gestures, the path continued—leisurely but immersive, inviting repeated returns to its subtle unfolding groove and rich texture.
