I’ve got confession today so I’m jamming out to Fleetwood Mac and reveling in the passing of yesterday.
I smell like sunscreen, my fourth Keurig sits in my gut like an upper cut in a Bus Fight Video.
and celebrating almost a year of No Booze or Sobriety as I call it and my 40 Thousandth just birthed its way into the notes section of the phone that I avoid all day by “being busy”. I have a due date that is beyond manageable and each day the pages fly to the point where I am physically tired in a way I have not yet experienced in music or stand up.
To be honest I’m just stoked to have my health, the love of my life, family, buddies and a Summer full of plans and vacations, tours and two perfect homes to work from and use these resources to delve into my relationship with God through Jesus.
That being said,
I missed My First Friday Devotion and was reminded today that yesterday was the day and I had blown it. I carry two calendars on me at all times, paper and electronic, my Rosary and Divine Mercy Meditation now with Special Intentions to both St. Jude and St. Benedict I was crushing Day 9 of the Pentacost Novena which I was receiving via email from two different email providers. Add to that talking to my girl and parents, roommate, all who have Faith first in their lives and not a mention of First Friday.
Swung on and a miss
I can break down the Seth Rich Conspiracy, machine rigging and illegal charitable foundations aiding Terror as an assault on the Fourth Amendment to take down the First and Second and rewrite our Constitution to reflect the Pre EU 2 that this Nation will divide into based on fear driven politics and entertainment.
We need to centralize power to control Data as AI sheds its human cocoon and leaves the masses clamoring for morsels of sustenance and a way to plug back in once the economy is conveniently re-flush, reset and redistributed as the Elderly are used as human ATMs to finance the price to have to pay to have their voice silenced in trade for their antidotes for cancer and malaise are priced beyond their dreams so why bother.
The circus is in town, so grab a shovel.
NOT A SINGLE MENTION OF FIRST FRIDAY THOUGH.
I am frankly bored with Kathy Griffin, Bill Maher and the rest of the Distraction Wing of our Weaponized Entertainment as they force the red blue right left yes no illusional paradigm as the masses heard themselves into their final tribe. Its cannibalism and sad yet refreshing to watch the media feast on itself as they bring the Christians and Lions through our various devices hand selected like an echo driven Pandora feeding us shovel fulls of nonsense as we point Fingers at the prize staring at us from the top shelf of the Soak The Hitler Carnie game we’ve managed to bet our maxed out future on.
Now you know.
Giving up social media has been a refreshing look at society. Gone are the tirades, the validation seeking, the desperate replaced with real people in real lines in reality. All needing a merciful break in their day to day to get them to have enough Hope to continue. I rarely see real anger in my day to day weavings through the bowels, alleys and tree lined sanctuaries of LA.
I don’t see it in lines at stores or out in nature which doesn’t surprise me that our digital selves would to choose to live and operate from the illusion of certainty in our subconscious.
But here it is.
What happens when its not part of your world?
Strip away alcohol and trap dissipates and you see around you and you strip away the illusion of digital opinion and ad driven anger long enough to count your blessings. It’s free to die and free to be thankful and time is money so we always have what we
Our thankful breath moving forward as a foundation of our Faith to pity the desperate acts of Celebrity attempting to move the needle of their worth as the latest scandal further divides.
People screw up, Forgiveness is the only answer. The words matter in the disaster as much as they do in clean up and we shouldn’t judge the apology, we should celebrate the Truth in its attempt.
When our judgements start to limit what can and can’t be said in a heartfelt apology then in that space we find ourselves the freedom of speech we ultimately require to Submit to The Will of God in celebration of His Love as we navigate this demon driven Death Cult we call Hyper Capitalism.
Now you know.
Grab more sunscreen, its gonna get a lot hotter than you could ever imagine.