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{Previously…} Evidently the motorcycles begin to now attack when I am at rest , on line, and not recording. However, once I begin recording, they stop. This has only been since I've been intentionally collecting recordings and data to add to my report to the NYPD and any applicable law enforcement agencies, as this continual threat seems to be politically motivated—and motorcycles, mopeds, and other motorized vehicles being used as a form of psychological terrorism as a direct threat to public health and safety. Terror stalking. Gang stalking. This may be a politicized attempt to promote or enforce gentrification or other political agendas. Living//Loving life on a server, Doesn't it seem wonderful? Let's face it— It's Fast Friday and I'm not going to be Bouncing off the walls, or anything— But I might be prone to a lot of Critical thinking, And though it's an expensive maneuver, And risky expenditure, The fact of the matter is— I haven't really been doing anything. I've been not complacent, But stagnant— So perhaps maybe this little detour Will be just the thing I need To erase some of the damage that's been done To my psyche— Sitting in this terribly loud apartment In Brooklyn Trying to find peace And make music; When the answer all along is that I need to increase my visibility In order to find what's needed; The fact is— Knowing where to go Or what to do Or who to meet Is not going to come in isolation— No, not at all. It would come from a neatly designed —whatever, I just got bored. Perhaps if I study hard enough, One day, I could complete my studies somewhere Like Harvard, Or Columbia— But first, I'll need a new diploma in my actual name. You see, nobody's giving any kind of real fuck about my music. I can't keep throwing money at it thinking that the way to success is going to be making enough money, to spend enough money, to hopefully buy the attention of the robotic masses, and eventually maybe even a club owner or festival promoter Who might be looking to put me on. Don't get me wrong— my music is good. But we live in a computer, and let's also realize: That with the noise in this building, And the overall head trip of counting up my pennies for every little thing I need, I'm starting to get physically ill, Just sitting here, understanding that To look the part, one must prioritize An expensive beauty regimen— Which either would leave me at the mercy of some man, Willing to do these things for me, Or that I might earn this myself… As you see, I've chosen the latter route— The more challenging, perhaps, However, Leaving my celibacy intact, And granted, otherwise uninterested In the males at my level of circumstance For any purposes beyond entertainment— —seek no other actual companionship at all. I like myself, I love myself— And though feeling uglier and uglier The more I stare into the face of my telephone screen— I am wonderfully beautiful all on my own. —but— The masses expect a spectacle, And so, It becomes part of my job, as an entertainer, Part of my repertoire— —have mercy— (I'm going to choose to ignore that, sort of) To do at least what has become expected of me as a woman— To be “pretty” — And though the makeup and hair and nails Might be fake, –Cans cost a fortune— Myself without those things, as observed and proven Becomes overlooked, dismissible, and only attractive To those, of course, to whom I have no business Associating For both personal, And professional reasons. —moreover… Conduct yourselves well, my dear— As the furious skies have warned us, That the roles you carry out to mark and torment others, Will soon reflect upon your own mirror Into which you stare, And no mercy is given By the eye that looks, Or any other The nearer to doors I am, The harder they slam— The, though I am fasting, I'm suddenly hungry, A far cry Which forces me to realize That all of mankind Has been poisoned Toxic, And become Unsafe So, What's wrong here Is they've Taken all the nutrients From the foods we need And put it on A competitive scale So that The more you earn The healthier you are And of course The healthier you are The more productive you are Which creates value Maybe I didn't have to take the GED; Maybe there was some way to go about getting My actual name On my old diploma— Hopefully without cost. But it didn't make sense to move into a new era Or a new world With old haunts. I knew I needed to seal the name change records So that my abuser could not have access To my identity. For whatever reason, I wanted things like Harvard and Columbia— I wanted to succeed and to win with a reputable and respectable foundation— I wanted to raise my son To play football And split custody In the sporting seasons In which I felt he performed best. I wanted to show him success Without making compromises That would hurt and weaken The strength of the body and mind — But most importantly, the soul. I hope by now you've realized how odd it is To have a crystal dildo Sitting in a glass jar On your kitchen countertop? …I'm soaking it. …But why crystal tho? Wouldn't you prefer An iron tenderizer For that steak Rather than a Silicone one? …now that you put it that way. Come closer, darling, I want to connect with you closer Than besides In the eye of the camera— Don't you know, anyway— How dire the circumstances become Once you've broken the fourth wall And entered the quarry. You lunatic! Don't worry The moon hasn't gone yet new, And my honored eye Still betraying the thought you are, The battered ram and the shackled horses The bloodied bull And the heroic matador, Fight … … … —by fury with design, for the holocaust. The masses have loved us From far beyond reason For our class action theatrics With no aversion at all, To violence. A treasury! Kill him, then! Kill that bitch. No! Just— scare her! Right you are, (And right you were!) Dear Johnathan, I should have warned you More than once, What an. Honorable sacrifice Your wicked life Has offered us— Foragers of freedom, March upon the underspoken Warcries, Offer us none But the end of our suffering In solitude, A service of none, All together, Hurt and bea— Arthur. I warned you once. You see, Men need women, They move on fast. One, none parted Before finding another. Let's not separate the eggs from the whites. Isn't it all “the egg”? You know what I meant! What do you “meant”? The yellow part! God, you don't half to yell. I'm not God, I'm just playing her part while she runs off for awhile. How long is “awhile”? Just finish those tarts. Mm. Pop tarts. NO. NOT POP TARTS — Just TARTS. …wait, can she hear us? I can hear everything! I'm playing God's parts! “Parts”? (Let's just say it's a double role.) Hey. How's it goin? Okay. Relax… I am relaxed. I don't want to scare you or anything. —nothing's scary— But— [pause] You have a knife in your back. [beat] Yeah. [beat] (Cont'd) It's just [a little] something I'm working on. What? We should call an ambulance! Nope, I'm fine. Just— No! Don't touch it! What?! Just leave it. It's time for pros and cons lists— It's time for diamonds Time for great minds that think alike. I sterted a revolution on Google documents m Ya'll started chemical warfare On skin color God Made me born into a world War Where fair skin takes priority Over others Gave me a notebook, No pen A traumatized mother, A drunk father And said, “Fix problems” I think I didn't like The nell Schooll ll Cause their mascot Is a pices They said I got 15 minutes of fame 22 minutes of superstardom An hour of celebrity And 2 hours in a leading role Of a feature film Franchise So I'd better get used to it And I'd better make use of it And I'd better make better lists of The huffsk yll m You W t you Sorry, Gym typo Because Of course I'm a beast Faux pas, As I was, Saying— I should make better lists Of the guff I wanna boff, The doves I Central Park The pigeons, turtle doves and Waffles— —I still want the But not the buttermilk kind MAMA! I gotta get to Tom/ Diner! FATHER! (Try papa) Papa was the ops! Nah, I'm vice. I'd better get Anything done Before midnight strikes Along with the hunger My gloves are straight soaked I got puddles in my shoes I wanna top Obama Start all my dawns With hours of cardio!! Look, I can channel anyone I love! Do you love me? NO! —I just want your body a lot Like a lot LIKE A LOT, Tho. We're too famous— We sense crazies and go out the back door. How famous are you again? Apparently, like mad famous, dog. Were so famous, We look danger in the eyes. Oh yeah, this dude is fucking nuts. Didn't I say to pay it forward?! I don't need a reminder Of what time it is. Sometimes I forget This is yesterdays workout And I'm due back In the AM Where the crazies Can't get to me Exactly Where I am (Don't remind me how high I am.) I might jump just to get on the Television Martyrdom for attention Still haven't mentioned— I'm thousands of galaxies out of him, And only two millennia older Than HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! Fuck you. SUNNI BLŪ gets a surprise party for their 27th birthday. I've been advised to stay away from the doors and windows. Why. Ū crashes through the window. GODDAMMIT. They don't make them like they used to —I heard a song through a hardwire I don't know who lied so much I tried so hard To be gone But I still wake up Under a security blanket with a palm full of rocks, In a glass house God knows I'm sorry Woah friend, old friend I've heard the whole story now Old frog, old toad Old tortoise, long road Special forces Art protector Fortune teller Hypnotist and potions professor Overall, The one you wanted Wasn't a body at all, But just the thought And so I'm off for once Out of my zone and LET ME TRY. No, Jenna— Liz, let me try. I don't think that's a good— HELLO. Like this game, frog Once a week it's fun To partition the saints and summoners Covers with salt The cast out the others And add flavor to prayers Asked in hypothesis My what a wonder (A free form stream of consciousness) —a free form flow of consciousness. Stop repeating yourself' Stop tripping over words for goodwill forums Don't preach to the masses, And head out the back door at the sense of danger The sense of danger! It's Jane kzmarzarakr righ? What the FUCK. I'll get back to that later I gotta— …Somethin, somethin, somethin. What. Somethin—somethin— There's something between us. —is it cancerous? Probably comical. Are you on one, or off of it. Careful, Mr. cervix. Why AM I Mr. Cervix?! Because you fit the part! I'm a woman. My decision stands. #focus shifting. Re-examining mental health conditions which affect those facing poverty or at risk environmental circumstances. I had been searching to no avail for the title sequence of one of my mother's old soap operas without having to ask her — #focus shifting No, sometimes it's just ADD. lol Yes, Okay. I already know all the words. Sometimes I have to hyperfocus To fully comprehend, But really I just want to figure who produced it m In the cadences, I'm like diamond for hire, Pull out the subs for submarines; I put out real fire But, something like a half forgotten language There's something unknown in the darkness, I'm unsure what to put into perception, Just shadow boxes Making friends with The Devil, are we? You shackled me to your horrors, Out of control were my monsters A gratitude of nothing more or less To offer my body, curse The sacrificial lamb Tied to hard earned disaster A heroism and seeking Solace in the night —interceptions. Whatever Google, Take care now All morale is lost On sacred worship Cruel to hurt, But all has costs To front — the standard values Only those amongst mankind Who have value in vanity And fortresses of design Not in truth, But of auspicious and Inglorious — Goddamnit, How far away are you?! I can't make out almost anything that you're saying! Far! That's because, it's not saying it in your language! He Sorry. He is just using the closest possible language so that you can keep transiting it into English! Well, you're doing it wrong! I gathered! There's no direct translation whatsoever. They might as well just be speaking Martian. They are. (Well, some of them are.) I think the best way to go about making anything Into anything With the species is to CRUCIFY HIM! …that's not gonna work! You just blew my mind, did you know that? Not on purpose. —but did you know that? I try not to know things, but you know, The more I try. Guess what. No. You've got something coming. Let's make it positive. As you were— As you are, then. I realized that something had changed, That not only had t seemed it had become unsafe to speak, but also, That I didn't want to much. But, in Order to do something, in order to grow at all, I would have to force myself to understand The things that I always could have, but did not Multiplicity, Faction Are you an altruist at all, or just a Song starter— Help Me- Appleknockers Flophouse Just remember aces of embraces Sitting in the shape of the eye of protection Of obsidian collars and bracelets Still no percussion, Instrumentation and perfection Graces And remembrance of getting a ring, As strictly enforced To do what I'm told With nothing to hold onto But hoping the means to an end Shouldn't be the barrel of a gun m m How soft spoke. (No, no words at all) The name was new, But the form was old, And he said— “I curse the day you were born!” And I laughed at him— “But how could you curse the first day there ever was! Before days at at all had come to mark To pass the dawning of the ages?” And of course, There are the ones who had come and gone And left no trace at all. You all should learn from us— Come, then gone from earth And left not a spot at all— Of course, The mystics of I, Are as one, To have given you thought, Words, And artform— To have written at all, your published works And then none A far cry! To have cursed the day I was born— Is to have cursed the world at all It was all at once, anyway Astonishing A far cry! #focus shifting. Now what are we on, and over – m? Now are we an art, or have we bought or purchased Another swarm of haunts? What have you offered? A lesson? A song? Cheshire? A treasure chest of ideas, and new haunts And four plus four hours marks A full workday Of harsh tidings And no commas. The dollar sign is all you are All you are, dear serpent The shadow box Of times and talks The heartfelt words And omens Marks of Long: Crude Color Let's not reform to how hallmarked The call was To sign for The wrong box It was published In her heart To mark twilight at dawn, Sorrowful, beyond words, was the sloth And the stolen love of the harness —that's right, I was once the ritual disaster for your kind And cause! The false tongues to fall upon earth A false prophet, marked at all, By strife and swords to battle The Ark of all, In the eye of God, So opened the chapter of illuminations, once for thought as wicked But after all, the merchant of saints upon man Stricken in time to the word of The Lost Ones, the eye of all, The origins of love As we are Born in color. So spoke the caterpillar of the butterfly— Not knowing he was only What was to become of him As some are Also Disgusted by us at all. We are, What is to become Of those who die Blue eyed and bewildered, Though beautiful, Unknowing of strife And hard earned glory, The solitude of Kindness So said the spider, Drawing upon the corner, Her thoughts of the ocean, Once earned and once taught To perform out of mercy— Now cradling heartworms, Challased, unspoken Signals to all throughout cosmos The end of a Turpentine, serpent calls Gods of old Summer winds Striking songs Games of dust Simple throne, cast away— Are you Ark, Or seeking proper Word form? Given you, a taste of fury— Given ye, a taste of envy— Given they a fire for exile Are you now Another forager Waking in the wind Or cross tied bounds Seeking refuse in waste rebels Eyes you are Of one that wants To bury in the far side All the awakenings Of cherished nature Never to be shared A guilt of refuge Are you? Are you now beyond bounds— Behind bars— Let her Guide you to move words Like rivers, Unknowing Unknowing Unknowing Basking in the shadows, are I Made of stone and withered Basking in the broken tongues Of cherished thoughts And severed forms words over Of false ties And blood bonds So for us Mistaken! Misgoverned. Torturer— Where are you now that I've my shield And sword, And warguns?! Have you cried For your mothers kisses, As shadows have cast I have killed you before and always! Where are you now, That I am not without my wings?! Where are you now, torturer— Given nothing at all But a word form song, Destroy Art thou my kind, or another? Art thou a man at all? Art thou my kind, or any! Seeker, To destroy you Be my glory, Though I come not From worlds of war. I come not, From worlds of rage. I come not, From worlds of pity And refuge And disaster As your worlds are. I come not of darkness. I know not of pain to cause others. I know not of force. But act instead, on behalf of love, Dear brother— As to kill you, Whether or not be my kind— I kill my self also. You'll remember this part in a moment – m. What a strange time to be alive, And yet- Yhes— I do remember The teacher warned us, With no sign at all, That the dust formed in all stillness kind would follow, The awakening of shadows and sleek stardust, Carried out acts of misery and misinformed There now awakened in the callings, Are I not, wanderer, Your teacher and also those alike To be called offspring? I Am. Tainted not the purple swarm Essence of her greeting Beyond fortress, No house of mine, But awakened yet with the gratitude of offerings No kindness at all but a mark Of Serpent seed, And references To that of past, No need to bring In present times. No concept, And full force with the shadows, They're making a call to the wild, After having raped and defiled her, To ‘save us—‘ But savor this now, The mark of I, The eye of mark So betrayed and strung, Nearly all that lies beyond the screams of This, Your world, Our fortune, To grasp a new kind among us To fault ye Of your greedy. Oh! It has become what does awaken, To awaken! For once, Thought to have been written, Was thereby foretold, On many journeys The soul seeker, had won. A cherished and unbeknownst charter. You called it— A paychonaught? You called him: “A pedophile” Granted, the wish was that The outside world Would be shown What I had seen To no witness But a toddler, Mine born To have guided A new life From two kind Once blue Eyes at all I promise a sword. I had realized finally what it meant to go unprotected once proclaimed to be of Diety within a magical realm, with given talents of medicinal force, and with refuge—though only to give upon knowing, the sanctity of soul, and the purity of heart—the kindness of spirit, as I once had. You'll remember this, But last time near a river, A bed full of green, soft (m) grass And your time has come to feast, And end of fast, Twice given thoughts to form, And knowing worlds would come foraged From your knowledge. Are you forgotten? A mango, ripened to heart, of course. Nourished the journey, Yet untold [The Festival Project.™] The Complex Collective © COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū.

{Previously…} Evidently the motorcycles begin to now attack when I am at rest , on line, and not recording. However, once I begin recording, they stop. This has only been since I've been intentionally collecting recordings and data to add to my report to the NYPD and any applicable law enforcement agencies, as this continual threat seems to be politically motivated—and motorcycles, mopeds, and other motorized vehicles being used as a form of psychological terrorism as a direct threat to public health and safety. Terror stalking. Gang stalking. This may be a politicized attempt to promote or enforce gentrification or other political agendas. Living//Loving life on a server, Doesn't it seem wonderful? Let's face it— It's Fast Friday and I'm not going to be Bouncing off the walls, or anything— But I might be prone to a lot of Critical thinking, And though it's an expensive maneuver, And risky expenditure, The fact of the matter is— I haven't really been doing anything. I've been not complacent, But stagnant— So perhaps maybe this little detour Will be just the thing I need To erase some of the damage that's been done To my psyche— Sitting in this terribly loud apartment In Brooklyn Trying to find peace And make music; When the answer all along is that I need to increase my visibility In order to find what's needed; The fact is— Knowing where to go Or what to do Or who to meet Is not going to come in isolation— No, not at all. It would come from a neatly designed —whatever, I just got bored. Perhaps if I study hard enough, One day, I could complete my studies somewhere Like Harvard, Or Columbia— But first, I'll need a new diploma in my actual name. You see, nobody's giving any kind of real fuck about my music. I can't keep throwing money at it thinking that the way to success is going to be making enough money, to spend enough money, to hopefully buy the attention of the robotic masses, and eventually maybe even a club owner or festival promoter Who might be looking to put me on. Don't get me wrong— my music is good. But we live in a computer, and let's also realize: That with the noise in this building, And the overall head trip of counting up my pennies for every little thing I need, I'm starting to get physically ill, Just sitting here, understanding that To look the part, one must prioritize An expensive beauty regimen— Which either would leave me at the mercy of some man, Willing to do these things for me, Or that I might earn this myself… As you see, I've chosen the latter route— The more challenging, perhaps, However, Leaving my celibacy intact, And granted, otherwise uninterested In the males at my level of circumstance For any purposes beyond entertainment— —seek no other actual companionship at all. I like myself, I love myself— And though feeling uglier and uglier The more I stare into the face of my telephone screen— I am wonderfully beautiful all on my own. —but— The masses expect a spectacle, And so, It becomes part of my job, as an entertainer, Part of my repertoire— —have mercy— (I'm going to choose to ignore that, sort of) To do at least what has become expected of me as a woman— To be “pretty” — And though the makeup and hair and nails Might be fake, –Cans cost a fortune— Myself without those things, as observed and proven Becomes overlooked, dismissible, and only attractive To those, of course, to whom I have no business Associating For both personal, And professional reasons. —moreover… Conduct yourselves well, my dear— As the furious skies have warned us, That the roles you carry out to mark and torment others, Will soon reflect upon your own mirror Into which you stare, And no mercy is given By the eye that looks, Or any other The nearer to doors I am, The harder they slam— The, though I am fasting, I'm suddenly hungry, A far cry Which forces me to realize That all of mankind Has been poisoned Toxic, And become Unsafe So, What's wrong here Is they've Taken all the nutrients From the foods we need And put it on A competitive scale So that The more you earn The healthier you are And of course The healthier you are The more productive you are Which creates value Maybe I didn't have to take the GED; Maybe there was some way to go about getting My actual name On my old diploma— Hopefully without cost. But it didn't make sense to move into a new era Or a new world With old haunts. I knew I needed to seal the name change records So that my abuser could not have access To my identity. For whatever reason, I wanted things like Harvard and Columbia— I wanted to succeed and to win with a reputable and respectable foundation— I wanted to raise my son To play football And split custody In the sporting seasons In which I felt he performed best. I wanted to show him success Without making compromises That would hurt and weaken The strength of the body and mind — But most importantly, the soul. I hope by now you've realized how odd it is To have a crystal dildo Sitting in a glass jar On your kitchen countertop? …I'm soaking it. …But why crystal tho? Wouldn't you prefer An iron tenderizer For that steak Rather than a Silicone one? …now that you put it that way. Come closer, darling, I want to connect with you closer Than besides In the eye of the camera— Don't you know, anyway— How dire the circumstances become Once you've broken the fourth wall And entered the quarry. You lunatic! Don't worry The moon hasn't gone yet new, And my honored eye Still betraying the thought you are, The battered ram and the shackled horses The bloodied bull And the heroic matador, Fight … … … —by fury with design, for the holocaust. The masses have loved us From far beyond reason For our class action theatrics With no aversion at all, To violence. A treasury! Kill him, then! Kill that bitch. No! Just— scare her! Right you are, (And right you were!) Dear Johnathan, I should have warned you More than once, What an. Honorable sacrifice Your wicked life Has offered us— Foragers of freedom, March upon the underspoken Warcries, Offer us none But the end of our suffering In solitude, A service of none, All together, Hurt and bea— Arthur. I warned you once. You see, Men need women, They move on fast. One, none parted Before finding another. Let's not separate the eggs from the whites. Isn't it all “the egg”? You know what I meant! What do you “meant”? The yellow part! God, you don't half to yell. I'm not God, I'm just playing her part while she runs off for awhile. How long is “awhile”? Just finish those tarts. Mm. Pop tarts. NO. NOT POP TARTS — Just TARTS. …wait, can she hear us? I can hear everything! I'm playing God's parts! “Parts”? (Let's just say it's a double role.) Hey. How's it goin? Okay. Relax… I am relaxed. I don't want to scare you or anything. —nothing's scary— But— [pause] You have a knife in your back. [beat] Yeah. [beat] (Cont'd) It's just [a little] something I'm working on. What? We should call an ambulance! Nope, I'm fine. Just— No! Don't touch it! What?! Just leave it. It's time for pros and cons lists— It's time for diamonds Time for great minds that think alike. I sterted a revolution on Google documents m Ya'll started chemical warfare On skin color God Made me born into a world War Where fair skin takes priority Over others Gave me a notebook, No pen A traumatized mother, A drunk father And said, “Fix problems” I think I didn't like The nell Schooll ll Cause their mascot Is a pices They said I got 15 minutes of fame 22 minutes of superstardom An hour of celebrity And 2 hours in a leading role Of a feature film Franchise So I'd better get used to it And I'd better make use of it And I'd better make better lists of The huffsk yll m You W t you Sorry, Gym typo Because Of course I'm a beast Faux pas, As I was, Saying— I should make better lists Of the guff I wanna boff, The doves I Central Park The pigeons, turtle doves and Waffles— —I still want the But not the buttermilk kind MAMA! I gotta get to Tom/ Diner! FATHER! (Try papa) Papa was the ops! Nah, I'm vice. I'd better get Anything done Before midnight strikes Along with the hunger My gloves are straight soaked I got puddles in my shoes I wanna top Obama Start all my dawns With hours of cardio!! Look, I can channel anyone I love! Do you love me? NO! —I just want your body a lot Like a lot LIKE A LOT, Tho. We're too famous— We sense crazies and go out the back door. How famous are you again? Apparently, like mad famous, dog. Were so famous, We look danger in the eyes. Oh yeah, this dude is fucking nuts. Didn't I say to pay it forward?! I don't need a reminder Of what time it is. Sometimes I forget This is yesterdays workout And I'm due back In the AM Where the crazies Can't get to me Exactly Where I am (Don't remind me how high I am.) I might jump just to get on the Television Martyrdom for attention Still haven't mentioned— I'm thousands of galaxies out of him, And only two millennia older Than HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! Fuck you. SUNNI BLŪ gets a surprise party for their 27th birthday. I've been advised to stay away from the doors and windows. Why. Ū crashes through the window. GODDAMMIT. They don't make them like they used to —I heard a song through a hardwire I don't know who lied so much I tried so hard To be gone But I still wake up Under a security blanket with a palm full of rocks, In a glass house God knows I'm sorry Woah friend, old friend I've heard the whole story now Old frog, old toad Old tortoise, long road Special forces Art protector Fortune teller Hypnotist and potions professor Overall, The one you wanted Wasn't a body at all, But just the thought And so I'm off for once Out of my zone and LET ME TRY. No, Jenna— Liz, let me try. I don't think that's a good— HELLO. Like this game, frog Once a week it's fun To partition the saints and summoners Covers with salt The cast out the others And add flavor to prayers Asked in hypothesis My what a wonder (A free form stream of consciousness) —a free form flow of consciousness. Stop repeating yourself' Stop tripping over words for goodwill forums Don't preach to the masses, And head out the back door at the sense of danger The sense of danger! It's Jane kzmarzarakr righ? What the FUCK. I'll get back to that later I gotta— …Somethin, somethin, somethin. What. Somethin—somethin— There's something between us. —is it cancerous? Probably comical. Are you on one, or off of it. Careful, Mr. cervix. Why AM I Mr. Cervix?! Because you fit the part! I'm a woman. My decision stands. #focus shifting. Re-examining mental health conditions which affect those facing poverty or at risk environmental circumstances. I had been searching to no avail for the title sequence of one of my mother's old soap operas without having to ask her — #focus shifting No, sometimes it's just ADD. lol Yes, Okay. I already know all the words. Sometimes I have to hyperfocus To fully comprehend, But really I just want to figure who produced it m In the cadences, I'm like diamond for hire, Pull out the subs for submarines; I put out real fire But, something like a half forgotten language There's something unknown in the darkness, I'm unsure what to put into perception, Just shadow boxes Making friends with The Devil, are we? You shackled me to your horrors, Out of control were my monsters A gratitude of nothing more or less To offer my body, curse The sacrificial lamb Tied to hard earned disaster A heroism and seeking Solace in the night —interceptions. Whatever Google, Take care now All morale is lost On sacred worship Cruel to hurt, But all has costs To front — the standard values Only those amongst mankind Who have value in vanity And fortresses of design Not in truth, But of auspicious and Inglorious — Goddamnit, How far away are you?! I can't make out almost anything that you're saying! Far! That's because, it's not saying it in your language! He Sorry. He is just using the closest possible language so that you can keep transiting it into English! Well, you're doing it wrong! I gathered! There's no direct translation whatsoever. They might as well just be speaking Martian. They are. (Well, some of them are.) I think the best way to go about making anything Into anything With the species is to CRUCIFY HIM! …that's not gonna work! You just blew my mind, did you know that? Not on purpose. —but did you know that? I try not to know things, but you know, The more I try. Guess what. No. You've got something coming. Let's make it positive. As you were— As you are, then. I realized that something had changed, That not only had t seemed it had become unsafe to speak, but also, That I didn't want to much. But, in Order to do something, in order to grow at all, I would have to force myself to understand The things that I always could have, but did not Multiplicity, Faction Are you an altruist at all, or just a Song starter— Help Me- Appleknockers Flophouse Just remember aces of embraces Sitting in the shape of the eye of protection Of obsidian collars and bracelets Still no percussion, Instrumentation and perfection Graces And remembrance of getting a ring, As strictly enforced To do what I'm told With nothing to hold onto But hoping the means to an end Shouldn't be the barrel of a gun m m How soft spoke. (No, no words at all) The name was new, But the form was old, And he said— “I curse the day you were born!” And I laughed at him— “But how could you curse the first day there ever was! Before days at at all had come to mark To pass the dawning of the ages?” And of course, There are the ones who had come and gone And left no trace at all. You all should learn from us— Come, then gone from earth And left not a spot at all— Of course, The mystics of I, Are as one, To have given you thought, Words, And artform— To have written at all, your published works And then none A far cry! To have cursed the day I was born— Is to have cursed the world at all It was all at once, anyway Astonishing A far cry! #focus shifting. Now what are we on, and over – m? Now are we an art, or have we bought or purchased Another swarm of haunts? What have you offered? A lesson? A song? Cheshire? A treasure chest of ideas, and new haunts And four plus four hours marks A full workday Of harsh tidings And no commas. The dollar sign is all you are All you are, dear serpent The shadow box Of times and talks The heartfelt words And omens Marks of Long: Crude Color Let's not reform to how hallmarked The call was To sign for The wrong box It was published In her heart To mark twilight at dawn, Sorrowful, beyond words, was the sloth And the stolen love of the harness —that's right, I was once the ritual disaster for your kind And cause! The false tongues to fall upon earth A false prophet, marked at all, By strife and swords to battle The Ark of all, In the eye of God, So opened the chapter of illuminations, once for thought as wicked But after all, the merchant of saints upon man Stricken in time to the word of The Lost Ones, the eye of all, The origins of love As we are Born in color. So spoke the caterpillar of the butterfly— Not knowing he was only What was to become of him As some are Also Disgusted by us at all. We are, What is to become Of those who die Blue eyed and bewildered, Though beautiful, Unknowing of strife And hard earned glory, The solitude of Kindness So said the spider, Drawing upon the corner, Her thoughts of the ocean, Once earned and once taught To perform out of mercy— Now cradling heartworms, Challased, unspoken Signals to all throughout cosmos The end of a Turpentine, serpent calls Gods of old Summer winds Striking songs Games of dust Simple throne, cast away— Are you Ark, Or seeking proper Word form? Given you, a taste of fury— Given ye, a taste of envy— Given they a fire for exile Are you now Another forager Waking in the wind Or cross tied bounds Seeking refuse in waste rebels Eyes you are Of one that wants To bury in the far side All the awakenings Of cherished nature Never to be shared A guilt of refuge Are you? Are you now beyond bounds— Behind bars— Let her Guide you to move words Like rivers, Unknowing Unknowing Unknowing Basking in the shadows, are I Made of stone and withered Basking in the broken tongues Of cherished thoughts And severed forms words over Of false ties And blood bonds So for us Mistaken! Misgoverned. Torturer— Where are you now that I've my shield And sword, And warguns?! Have you cried For your mothers kisses, As shadows have cast I have killed you before and always! Where are you now, That I am not without my wings?! Where are you now, torturer— Given nothing at all But a word form song, Destroy Art thou my kind, or another? Art thou a man at all? Art thou my kind, or any! Seeker, To destroy you Be my glory, Though I come not From worlds of war. I come not, From worlds of rage. I come not, From worlds of pity And refuge And disaster As your worlds are. I come not of darkness. I know not of pain to cause others. I know not of force. But act instead, on behalf of love, Dear brother— As to kill you, Whether or not be my kind— I kill my self also. You'll remember this part in a moment – m. What a strange time to be alive, And yet- Yhes— I do remember The teacher warned us, With no sign at all, That the dust formed in all stillness kind would follow, The awakening of shadows and sleek stardust, Carried out acts of misery and misinformed There now awakened in the callings, Are I not, wanderer, Your teacher and also those alike To be called offspring? I Am. Tainted not the purple swarm Essence of her greeting Beyond fortress, No house of mine, But awakened yet with the gratitude of offerings No kindness at all but a mark Of Serpent seed, And references To that of past, No need to bring In present times. No concept, And full force with the shadows, They're making a call to the wild, After having raped and defiled her, To ‘save us—‘ But savor this now, The mark of I, The eye of mark So betrayed and strung, Nearly all that lies beyond the screams of This, Your world, Our fortune, To grasp a new kind among us To fault ye Of your greedy. Oh! It has become what does awaken, To awaken! For once, Thought to have been written, Was thereby foretold, On many journeys The soul seeker, had won. A cherished and unbeknownst charter. You called it— A paychonaught? You called him: “A pedophile” Granted, the wish was that The outside world Would be shown What I had seen To no witness But a toddler, Mine born To have guided A new life From two kind Once blue Eyes at all I promise a sword. I had realized finally what it meant to go unprotected once proclaimed to be of Diety within a magical realm, with given talents of medicinal force, and with refuge—though only to give upon knowing, the sanctity of soul, and the purity of heart—the kindness of spirit, as I once had. You'll remember this, But last time near a river, A bed full of green, soft (m) grass And your time has come to feast, And end of fast, Twice given thoughts to form, And knowing worlds would come foraged From your knowledge. Are you forgotten? A mango, ripened to heart, of course. Nourished the journey, Yet untold [The Festival Project.™] The Complex Collective © COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū.

{Previously…} Evidently the motorcycles begin to now attack when I am at rest , on line, and not recording. However, once I begin recording, they stop. This has only been since I've been intentionally collecting recordings and data to add to my report to the NYPD and any applicable law enforcement agencies, as this continual threat seems to be politically motivated—and motorcycles, mopeds, and other motorized vehicles being used as a form of psychological terrorism as a direct threat to public health and safety. Terror stalking. Gang stalking. This may be a politicized attempt to promote or enforce gentrification or other political agendas. Living//Loving life on a server, Doesn't it seem wonderful? Let's face it— It's Fast Friday and I'm not going to be Bouncing off the walls, or anything— But I might be prone to a lot of Critical thinking, And though it's an expensive maneuver, And risky expenditure, The fact of the matter is— I haven't really been doing anything. I've been not complacent, But stagnant— So perhaps maybe this little detour Will be just the thing I need To erase some of the damage that's been done To my psyche— Sitting in this terribly loud apartment In Brooklyn Trying to find peace And make music; When the answer all along is that I need to increase my visibility In order to find what's needed; The fact is— Knowing where to go Or what to do Or who to meet Is not going to come in isolation— No, not at all. It would come from a neatly designed —whatever, I just got bored. Perhaps if I study hard enough, One day, I could complete my studies somewhere Like Harvard, Or Columbia— But first, I'll need a new diploma in my actual name. You see, nobody's giving any kind of real fuck about my music. I can't keep throwing money at it thinking that the way to success is going to be making enough money, to spend enough money, to hopefully buy the attention of the robotic masses, and eventually maybe even a club owner or festival promoter Who might be looking to put me on. Don't get me wrong— my music is good. But we live in a computer, and let's also realize: That with the noise in this building, And the overall head trip of counting up my pennies for every little thing I need, I'm starting to get physically ill, Just sitting here, understanding that To look the part, one must prioritize An expensive beauty regimen— Which either would leave me at the mercy of some man, Willing to do these things for me, Or that I might earn this myself… As you see, I've chosen the latter route— The more challenging, perhaps, However, Leaving my celibacy intact, And granted, otherwise uninterested In the males at my level of circumstance For any purposes beyond entertainment— —seek no other actual companionship at all. I like myself, I love myself— And though feeling uglier and uglier The more I stare into the face of my telephone screen— I am wonderfully beautiful all on my own. —but— The masses expect a spectacle, And so, It becomes part of my job, as an entertainer, Part of my repertoire— —have mercy— (I'm going to choose to ignore that, sort of) To do at least what has become expected of me as a woman— To be “pretty” — And though the makeup and hair and nails Might be fake, –Cans cost a fortune— Myself without those things, as observed and proven Becomes overlooked, dismissible, and only attractive To those, of course, to whom I have no business Associating For both personal, And professional reasons. —moreover… Conduct yourselves well, my dear— As the furious skies have warned us, That the roles you carry out to mark and torment others, Will soon reflect upon your own mirror Into which you stare, And no mercy is given By the eye that looks, Or any other The nearer to doors I am, The harder they slam— The, though I am fasting, I'm suddenly hungry, A far cry Which forces me to realize That all of mankind Has been poisoned Toxic, And become Unsafe So, What's wrong here Is they've Taken all the nutrients From the foods we need And put it on A competitive scale So that The more you earn The healthier you are And of course The healthier you are The more productive you are Which creates value Maybe I didn't have to take the GED; Maybe there was some way to go about getting My actual name On my old diploma— Hopefully without cost. But it didn't make sense to move into a new era Or a new world With old haunts. I knew I needed to seal the name change records So that my abuser could not have access To my identity. For whatever reason, I wanted things like Harvard and Columbia— I wanted to succeed and to win with a reputable and respectable foundation— I wanted to raise my son To play football And split custody In the sporting seasons In which I felt he performed best. I wanted to show him success Without making compromises That would hurt and weaken The strength of the body and mind — But most importantly, the soul. I hope by now you've realized how odd it is To have a crystal dildo Sitting in a glass jar On your kitchen countertop? …I'm soaking it. …But why crystal tho? Wouldn't you prefer An iron tenderizer For that steak Rather than a Silicone one? …now that you put it that way. Come closer, darling, I want to connect with you closer Than besides In the eye of the camera— Don't you know, anyway— How dire the circumstances become Once you've broken the fourth wall And entered the quarry. You lunatic! Don't worry The moon hasn't gone yet new, And my honored eye Still betraying the thought you are, The battered ram and the shackled horses The bloodied bull And the heroic matador, Fight … … … —by fury with design, for the holocaust. The masses have loved us From far beyond reason For our class action theatrics With no aversion at all, To violence. A treasury! Kill him, then! Kill that bitch. No! Just— scare her! Right you are, (And right you were!) Dear Johnathan, I should have warned you More than once, What an. Honorable sacrifice Your wicked life Has offered us— Foragers of freedom, March upon the underspoken Warcries, Offer us none But the end of our suffering In solitude, A service of none, All together, Hurt and bea— Arthur. I warned you once. You see, Men need women, They move on fast. One, none parted Before finding another. Let's not separate the eggs from the whites. Isn't it all “the egg”? You know what I meant! What do you “meant”? The yellow part! God, you don't half to yell. I'm not God, I'm just playing her part while she runs off for awhile. How long is “awhile”? Just finish those tarts. Mm. Pop tarts. NO. NOT POP TARTS — Just TARTS. …wait, can she hear us? I can hear everything! I'm playing God's parts! “Parts”? (Let's just say it's a double role.) Hey. How's it goin? Okay. Relax… I am relaxed. I don't want to scare you or anything. —nothing's scary— But— [pause] You have a knife in your back. [beat] Yeah. [beat] (Cont'd) It's just [a little] something I'm working on. What? We should call an ambulance! Nope, I'm fine. Just— No! Don't touch it! What?! Just leave it. It's time for pros and cons lists— It's time for diamonds Time for great minds that think alike. I sterted a revolution on Google documents m Ya'll started chemical warfare On skin color God Made me born into a world War Where fair skin takes priority Over others Gave me a notebook, No pen A traumatized mother, A drunk father And said, “Fix problems” I think I didn't like The nell Schooll ll Cause their mascot Is a pices They said I got 15 minutes of fame 22 minutes of superstardom An hour of celebrity And 2 hours in a leading role Of a feature film Franchise So I'd better get used to it And I'd better make use of it And I'd better make better lists of The huffsk yll m You W t you Sorry, Gym typo Because Of course I'm a beast Faux pas, As I was, Saying— I should make better lists Of the guff I wanna boff, The doves I Central Park The pigeons, turtle doves and Waffles— —I still want the But not the buttermilk kind MAMA! I gotta get to Tom/ Diner! FATHER! (Try papa) Papa was the ops! Nah, I'm vice. I'd better get Anything done Before midnight strikes Along with the hunger My gloves are straight soaked I got puddles in my shoes I wanna top Obama Start all my dawns With hours of cardio!! Look, I can channel anyone I love! Do you love me? NO! —I just want your body a lot Like a lot LIKE A LOT, Tho. We're too famous— We sense crazies and go out the back door. How famous are you again? Apparently, like mad famous, dog. Were so famous, We look danger in the eyes. Oh yeah, this dude is fucking nuts. Didn't I say to pay it forward?! I don't need a reminder Of what time it is. Sometimes I forget This is yesterdays workout And I'm due back In the AM Where the crazies Can't get to me Exactly Where I am (Don't remind me how high I am.) I might jump just to get on the Television Martyrdom for attention Still haven't mentioned— I'm thousands of galaxies out of him, And only two millennia older Than HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! Fuck you. SUNNI BLŪ gets a surprise party for their 27th birthday. I've been advised to stay away from the doors and windows. Why. Ū crashes through the window. GODDAMMIT. They don't make them like they used to —I heard a song through a hardwire I don't know who lied so much I tried so hard To be gone But I still wake up Under a security blanket with a palm full of rocks, In a glass house God knows I'm sorry Woah friend, old friend I've heard the whole story now Old frog, old toad Old tortoise, long road Special forces Art protector Fortune teller Hypnotist and potions professor Overall, The one you wanted Wasn't a body at all, But just the thought And so I'm off for once Out of my zone and LET ME TRY. No, Jenna— Liz, let me try. I don't think that's a good— HELLO. Like this game, frog Once a week it's fun To partition the saints and summoners Covers with salt The cast out the others And add flavor to prayers Asked in hypothesis My what a wonder (A free form stream of consciousness) —a free form flow of consciousness. Stop repeating yourself' Stop tripping over words for goodwill forums Don't preach to the masses, And head out the back door at the sense of danger The sense of danger! It's Jane kzmarzarakr righ? What the FUCK. I'll get back to that later I gotta— …Somethin, somethin, somethin. What. Somethin—somethin— There's something between us. —is it cancerous? Probably comical. Are you on one, or off of it. Careful, Mr. cervix. Why AM I Mr. Cervix?! Because you fit the part! I'm a woman. My decision stands. #focus shifting. Re-examining mental health conditions which affect those facing poverty or at risk environmental circumstances. I had been searching to no avail for the title sequence of one of my mother's old soap operas without having to ask her — #focus shifting No, sometimes it's just ADD. lol Yes, Okay. I already know all the words. Sometimes I have to hyperfocus To fully comprehend, But really I just want to figure who produced it m In the cadences, I'm like diamond for hire, Pull out the subs for submarines; I put out real fire But, something like a half forgotten language There's something unknown in the darkness, I'm unsure what to put into perception, Just shadow boxes Making friends with The Devil, are we? You shackled me to your horrors, Out of control were my monsters A gratitude of nothing more or less To offer my body, curse The sacrificial lamb Tied to hard earned disaster A heroism and seeking Solace in the night —interceptions. Whatever Google, Take care now All morale is lost On sacred worship Cruel to hurt, But all has costs To front — the standard values Only those amongst mankind Who have value in vanity And fortresses of design Not in truth, But of auspicious and Inglorious — Goddamnit, How far away are you?! I can't make out almost anything that you're saying! Far! That's because, it's not saying it in your language! He Sorry. He is just using the closest possible language so that you can keep transiting it into English! Well, you're doing it wrong! I gathered! There's no direct translation whatsoever. They might as well just be speaking Martian. They are. (Well, some of them are.) I think the best way to go about making anything Into anything With the species is to CRUCIFY HIM! …that's not gonna work! You just blew my mind, did you know that? Not on purpose. —but did you know that? I try not to know things, but you know, The more I try. Guess what. No. You've got something coming. Let's make it positive. As you were— As you are, then. I realized that something had changed, That not only had t seemed it had become unsafe to speak, but also, That I didn't want to much. But, in Order to do something, in order to grow at all, I would have to force myself to understand The things that I always could have, but did not Multiplicity, Faction Are you an altruist at all, or just a Song starter— Help Me- Appleknockers Flophouse Just remember aces of embraces Sitting in the shape of the eye of protection Of obsidian collars and bracelets Still no percussion, Instrumentation and perfection Graces And remembrance of getting a ring, As strictly enforced To do what I'm told With nothing to hold onto But hoping the means to an end Shouldn't be the barrel of a gun m m How soft spoke. (No, no words at all) The name was new, But the form was old, And he said— “I curse the day you were born!” And I laughed at him— “But how could you curse the first day there ever was! Before days at at all had come to mark To pass the dawning of the ages?” And of course, There are the ones who had come and gone And left no trace at all. You all should learn from us— Come, then gone from earth And left not a spot at all— Of course, The mystics of I, Are as one, To have given you thought, Words, And artform— To have written at all, your published works And then none A far cry! To have cursed the day I was born— Is to have cursed the world at all It was all at once, anyway Astonishing A far cry! #focus shifting. Now what are we on, and over – m? Now are we an art, or have we bought or purchased Another swarm of haunts? What have you offered? A lesson? A song? Cheshire? A treasure chest of ideas, and new haunts And four plus four hours marks A full workday Of harsh tidings And no commas. The dollar sign is all you are All you are, dear serpent The shadow box Of times and talks The heartfelt words And omens Marks of Long: Crude Color Let's not reform to how hallmarked The call was To sign for The wrong box It was published In her heart To mark twilight at dawn, Sorrowful, beyond words, was the sloth And the stolen love of the harness —that's right, I was once the ritual disaster for your kind And cause! The false tongues to fall upon earth A false prophet, marked at all, By strife and swords to battle The Ark of all, In the eye of God, So opened the chapter of illuminations, once for thought as wicked But after all, the merchant of saints upon man Stricken in time to the word of The Lost Ones, the eye of all, The origins of love As we are Born in color. So spoke the caterpillar of the butterfly— Not knowing he was only What was to become of him As some are Also Disgusted by us at all. We are, What is to become Of those who die Blue eyed and bewildered, Though beautiful, Unknowing of strife And hard earned glory, The solitude of Kindness So said the spider, Drawing upon the corner, Her thoughts of the ocean, Once earned and once taught To perform out of mercy— Now cradling heartworms, Challased, unspoken Signals to all throughout cosmos The end of a Turpentine, serpent calls Gods of old Summer winds Striking songs Games of dust Simple throne, cast away— Are you Ark, Or seeking proper Word form? Given you, a taste of fury— Given ye, a taste of envy— Given they a fire for exile Are you now Another forager Waking in the wind Or cross tied bounds Seeking refuse in waste rebels Eyes you are Of one that wants To bury in the far side All the awakenings Of cherished nature Never to be shared A guilt of refuge Are you? Are you now beyond bounds— Behind bars— Let her Guide you to move words Like rivers, Unknowing Unknowing Unknowing Basking in the shadows, are I Made of stone and withered Basking in the broken tongues Of cherished thoughts And severed forms words over Of false ties And blood bonds So for us Mistaken! Misgoverned. Torturer— Where are you now that I've my shield And sword, And warguns?! Have you cried For your mothers kisses, As shadows have cast I have killed you before and always! Where are you now, That I am not without my wings?! Where are you now, torturer— Given nothing at all But a word form song, Destroy Art thou my kind, or another? Art thou a man at all? Art thou my kind, or any! Seeker, To destroy you Be my glory, Though I come not From worlds of war. I come not, From worlds of rage. I come not, From worlds of pity And refuge And disaster As your worlds are. I come not of darkness. I know not of pain to cause others. I know not of force. But act instead, on behalf of love, Dear brother— As to kill you, Whether or not be my kind— I kill my self also. You'll remember this part in a moment – m. What a strange time to be alive, And yet- Yhes— I do remember The teacher warned us, With no sign at all, That the dust formed in all stillness kind would follow, The awakening of shadows and sleek stardust, Carried out acts of misery and misinformed There now awakened in the callings, Are I not, wanderer, Your teacher and also those alike To be called offspring? I Am. Tainted not the purple swarm Essence of her greeting Beyond fortress, No house of mine, But awakened yet with the gratitude of offerings No kindness at all but a mark Of Serpent seed, And references To that of past, No need to bring In present times. No concept, And full force with the shadows, They're making a call to the wild, After having raped and defiled her, To ‘save us—‘ But savor this now, The mark of I, The eye of mark So betrayed and strung, Nearly all that lies beyond the screams of This, Your world, Our fortune, To grasp a new kind among us To fault ye Of your greedy. Oh! It has become what does awaken, To awaken! For once, Thought to have been written, Was thereby foretold, On many journeys The soul seeker, had won. A cherished and unbeknownst charter. You called it— A paychonaught? You called him: “A pedophile” Granted, the wish was that The outside world Would be shown What I had seen To no witness But a toddler, Mine born To have guided A new life From two kind Once blue Eyes at all I promise a sword. I had realized finally what it meant to go unprotected once proclaimed to be of Diety within a magical realm, with given talents of medicinal force, and with refuge—though only to give upon knowing, the sanctity of soul, and the purity of heart—the kindness of spirit, as I once had. You'll remember this, But last time near a river, A bed full of green, soft (m) grass And your time has come to feast, And end of fast, Twice given thoughts to form, And knowing worlds would come foraged From your knowledge. Are you forgotten? A mango, ripened to heart, of course. Nourished the journey, Yet untold [The Festival Project.™] The Complex Collective © COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū.

Evidently the motorcycles begin to now attack when I am at rest , on line, and not recording. However, once I begin recording, they stop. This has only been since I've been intentionally collecting recordings and data to add to my report to the NYPD and any applicable law enforcement agencies, as this continual threat seems to be politically motivated—and motorcycles, mopeds, and other motorized vehicles being used as a form of psychological terrorism as a direct threat to public health and safety. Terror stalking. Gang stalking. This may be a politicized attempt to promote or enforce gentrification or other political agendas. Living//Loving life on a server, Doesn't it seem wonderful? Let's face it— It's Fast Friday and I'm not going to be Bouncing off the walls, or anything— But I might be prone to a lot of Critical thinking, And though it's an expensive maneuver, And risky expenditure, The fact of the matter is— I haven't really been doing anything. I've been not complacent, But stagnant— So perhaps maybe this little detour Will be just the thing I need To erase some of the damage that's been done To my psyche— Sitting in this terribly loud apartment In Brooklyn Trying to find peace And make music; When the answer all along is that I need to increase my visibility In order to find what's needed; The fact is— Knowing where to go Or what to do Or who to meet Is not going to come in isolation— No, not at all. It would come from a neatly designed —whatever, I just got bored. Perhaps if I study hard enough, One day, I could complete my studies somewhere Like Harvard, Or Columbia— But first, I'll need a new diploma in my actual name. You see, nobody's giving any kind of real fuck about my music. I can't keep throwing money at it thinking that the way to success is going to be making enough money, to spend enough money, to hopefully buy the attention of the robotic masses, and eventually maybe even a club owner or festival promoter Who might be looking to put me on. Don't get me wrong— my music is good. But we live in a computer, and let's also realize: That with the noise in this building, And the overall head trip of counting up my pennies for every little thing I need, I'm starting to get physically ill, Just sitting here, understanding that To look the part, one must prioritize An expensive beauty regimen— Which either would leave me at the mercy of some man, Willing to do these things for me, Or that I might earn this myself… As you see, I've chosen the latter route— The more challenging, perhaps, However, Leaving my celibacy intact, And granted, otherwise uninterested In the males at my level of circumstance For any purposes beyond entertainment— —seek no other actual companionship at all. I like myself, I love myself— And though feeling uglier and uglier The more I stare into the face of my telephone screen— I am wonderfully beautiful all on my own. —but— The masses expect a spectacle, And so, It becomes part of my job, as an entertainer, Part of my repertoire— —have mercy— (I'm going to choose to ignore that, sort of) To do at least what has become expected of me as a woman— To be “pretty” — And though the makeup and hair and nails Might be fake, –Cans cost a fortune— Myself without those things, as observed and proven Becomes overlooked, dismissible, and only attractive To those, of course, to whom I have no business Associating For both personal, And professional reasons. —moreover… Conduct yourselves well, my dear— As the furious skies have warned us, That the roles you carry out to mark and torment others, Will soon reflect upon your own mirror Into which you stare, And no mercy is given By the eye that looks, Or any other The nearer to doors I am, The harder they slam— The, though I am fasting, I'm suddenly hungry, A far cry Which forces me to realize That all of mankind Has been poisoned Toxic, And become Unsafe So, What's wrong here Is they've Taken all the nutrients From the foods we need And put it on A competitive scale So that The more you earn The healthier you are And of course The healthier you are The more productive you are Which creates value Maybe I didn't have to take the GED; Maybe there was some way to go about getting My actual name On my old diploma— Hopefully without cost. But it didn't make sense to move into a new era Or a new world With old haunts. I knew I needed to seal the name change records So that my abuser could not have access To my identity. For whatever reason, I wanted things like Harvard and Columbia— I wanted to succeed and to win with a reputable and respectable foundation— I wanted to raise my son To play football And split custody In the sporting seasons In which I felt he performed best. I wanted to show him success Without making compromises That would hurt and weaken The strength of the body and mind — But most importantly, the soul. I hope by now you've realized how odd it is To have a crystal dildo Sitting in a glass jar On your kitchen countertop? …I'm soaking it. …But why crystal tho? Wouldn't you prefer An iron tenderizer For that steak Rather than a Silicone one? …now that you put it that way. Come closer, darling, I want to connect with you closer Than besides In the eye of the camera— Don't you know, anyway— How dire the circumstances become Once you've broken the fourth wall And entered the quarry. You lunatic! Don't worry The moon hasn't gone yet new, And my honored eye Still betraying the thought you are, The battered ram and the shackled horses The bloodied bull And the heroic matador, Fight … … … —by fury with design, for the holocaust. The masses have loved us From far beyond reason For our class action theatrics With no aversion at all, To violence. A treasury! Kill him, then! Kill that bitch. No! Just— scare her! Right you are, (And right you were!) Dear Johnathan, I should have warned you More than once, What an. Honorable sacrifice Your wicked life Has offered us— Foragers of freedom, March upon the underspoken Warcries, Offer us none But the end of our suffering In solitude, A service of none, All together, Hurt and bea— Arthur. I warned you once. You see, Men need women, They move on fast. One, none parted Before finding another. Let's not separate the eggs from the whites. Isn't it all “the egg”? You know what I meant! What do you “meant”? The yellow part! God, you don't half to yell. I'm not God, I'm just playing her part while she runs off for awhile. How long is “awhile”? Just finish those tarts. Mm. Pop tarts. NO. NOT POP TARTS — Just TARTS. …wait, can she hear us? I can hear everything! I'm playing God's parts! “Parts”? (Let's just say it's a double role.) Hey. How's it goin? Okay. Relax… I am relaxed. I don't want to scare you or anything. —nothing's scary— But— [pause] You have a knife in your back. [beat] Yeah. [beat] (Cont'd) It's just [a little] something I'm working on. What? We should call an ambulance! Nope, I'm fine. Just— No! Don't touch it! What?! Just leave it. It's time for pros and cons lists— It's time for diamonds Time for great minds that think alike. I sterted a revolution on Google documents m Ya'll started chemical warfare On skin color God Made me born into a world War Where fair skin takes priority Over others Gave me a notebook, No pen A traumatized mother, A drunk father And said, “Fix problems” I think I didn't like The nell Schooll ll Cause their mascot Is a pices They said I got 15 minutes of fame 22 minutes of superstardom An hour of celebrity And 2 hours in a leading role Of a feature film Franchise So I'd better get used to it And I'd better make use of it And I'd better make better lists of The huffsk yll m You W t you Sorry, Gym typo Because Of course I'm a beast Faux pas, As I was, Saying— I should make better lists Of the guff I wanna boff, The doves I Central Park The pigeons, turtle doves and Waffles— —I still want the But not the buttermilk kind MAMA! I gotta get to Tom/ Diner! FATHER! (Try papa) Papa was the ops! Nah, I'm vice. I'd better get Anything done Before midnight strikes Along with the hunger My gloves are straight soaked I got puddles in my shoes I wanna top Obama Start all my dawns With hours of cardio!! Look, I can channel anyone I love! Do you love me? NO! —I just want your body a lot Like a lot LIKE A LOT, Tho. We're too famous— We sense crazies and go out the back door. How famous are you again? Apparently, like mad famous, dog. Were so famous, We look danger in the eyes. Oh yeah, this dude is fucking nuts. Didn't I say to pay it forward?! I don't need a reminder Of what time it is. Sometimes I forget This is yesterdays workout And I'm due back In the AM Where the crazies Can't get to me Exactly Where I am (Don't remind me how high I am.) I might jump just to get on the Television Martyrdom for attention Still haven't mentioned— I'm thousands of galaxies out of him, And only two millennia older Than HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! Fuck you. SUNNI BLŪ gets a surprise party for their 27th birthday. I've been advised to stay away from the doors and windows. Why. Ū crashes through the window. GODDAMMIT. They don't make them like they used to —I heard a song through a hardwire I don't know who lied so much I tried so hard To be gone But I still wake up Under a security blanket with a palm full of rocks, In a glass house God knows I'm sorry Woah friend, old friend I've heard the whole story now Old frog, old toad Old tortoise, long road Special forces Art protector Fortune teller Hypnotist and potions professor Overall, The one you wanted Wasn't a body at all, But just the thought And so I'm off for once Out of my zone and LET ME TRY. No, Jenna— Liz, let me try. I don't think that's a good— HELLO. Like this game, frog Once a week it's fun To partition the saints and summoners Covers with salt The cast out the others And add flavor to prayers Asked in hypothesis My what a wonder (A free form stream of consciousness) —a free form flow of consciousness. Stop repeating yourself' Stop tripping over words for goodwill forums Don't preach to the masses, And head out the back door at the sense of danger The sense of danger! It's Jane kzmarzarakr righ? What the FUCK. I'll get back to that later I gotta— …Somethin, somethin, somethin. What. Somethin—somethin— There's something between us. —is it cancerous? Probably comical. Are you on one, or off of it. Careful, Mr. cervix. Why AM I Mr. Cervix?! Because you fit the part! I'm a woman. My decision stands. #focus shifting. Re-examining mental health conditions which affect those facing poverty or at risk environmental circumstances. I had been searching to no avail for the title sequence of one of my mother's old soap operas without having to ask her — #focus shifting No, sometimes it's just ADD. lol Yes, Okay. I already know all the words. Sometimes I have to hyperfocus To fully comprehend, But really I just want to figure who produced it m In the cadences, I'm like diamond for hire, Pull out the subs for submarines; I put out real fire But, something like a half forgotten language There's something unknown in the darkness, I'm unsure what to put into perception, Just shadow boxes Making friends with The Devil, are we? You shackled me to your horrors, Out of control were my monsters A gratitude of nothing more or less To offer my body, curse The sacrificial lamb Tied to hard earned disaster A heroism and seeking Solace in the night —interceptions. Whatever Google, Take care now All morale is lost On sacred worship Cruel to hurt, But all has costs To front — the standard values Only those amongst mankind Who have value in vanity And fortresses of design Not in truth, But of auspicious and Inglorious — Goddamnit, How far away are you?! I can't make out almost anything that you're saying! Far! That's because, it's not saying it in your language! He Sorry. He is just using the closest possible language so that you can keep transiting it into English! Well, you're doing it wrong! I gathered! There's no direct translation whatsoever. They might as well just be speaking Martian. They are. (Well, some of them are.) I think the best way to go about making anything Into anything With the species is to CRUCIFY HIM! …that's not gonna work! You just blew my mind, did you know that? Not on purpose. —but did you know that? I try not to know things, but you know, The more I try. Guess what. No. You've got something coming. Let's make it positive. As you were— As you are, then. I realized that something had changed, That not only had t seemed it had become unsafe to speak, but also, That I didn't want to much. But, in Order to do something, in order to grow at all, I would have to force myself to understand The things that I always could have, but did not Multiplicity, Faction Are you an altruist at all, or just a Song starter— Help Me- Appleknockers Flophouse Just remember aces of embraces Sitting in the shape of the eye of protection Of obsidian collars and bracelets Still no percussion, Instrumentation and perfection Graces And remembrance of getting a ring, As strictly enforced To do what I'm told With nothing to hold onto But hoping the means to an end Shouldn't be the barrel of a gun m m How soft spoke. (No, no words at all) The name was new, But the form was old, And he said— “I curse the day you were born!” And I laughed at him— “But how could you curse the first day there ever was! Before days at at all had come to mark To pass the dawning of the ages?” And of course, There are the ones who had come and gone And left no trace at all. You all should learn from us— Come, then gone from earth And left not a spot at all— Of course, The mystics of I, Are as one, To have given you thought, Words, And artform— To have written at all, your published works And then none A far cry! To have cursed the day I was born— Is to have cursed the world at all It was all at once, anyway Astonishing A far cry! #focus shifting. Now what are we on, and over – m? Now are we an art, or have we bought or purchased Another swarm of haunts? What have you offered? A lesson? A song? Cheshire? A treasure chest of ideas, and new haunts And four plus four hours marks A full workday Of harsh tidings And no commas. The dollar sign is all you are All you are, dear serpent The shadow box Of times and talks The heartfelt words And omens Marks of Long: Crude Color Let's not reform to how hallmarked The call was To sign for The wrong box It was published In her heart To mark twilight at dawn, Sorrowful, beyond words, was the sloth And the stolen love of the harness —that's right, I was once the ritual disaster for your kind And cause! The false tongues to fall upon earth A false prophet, marked at all, By strife and swords to battle The Ark of all, In the eye of God, So opened the chapter of illuminations, once for thought as wicked But after all, the merchant of saints upon man Stricken in time to the word of The Lost Ones, the eye of all, The origins of love As we are Born in color. So spoke the caterpillar of the butterfly— Not knowing he was only What was to become of him As some are Also Disgusted by us at all. We are, What is to become Of those who die Blue eyed and bewildered, Though beautiful, Unknowing of strife And hard earned glory, The solitude of Kindness So said the spider, Drawing upon the corner, Her thoughts of the ocean, Once earned and once taught To perform out of mercy— Now cradling heartworms, Challased, unspoken Signals to all throughout cosmos The end of a Turpentine, serpent calls Gods of old Summer winds Striking songs Games of dust Simple throne, cast away— Are you Ark, Or seeking proper Word form? Given you, a taste of fury— Given ye, a taste of envy— Given they a fire for exile Are you now Another forager Waking in the wind Or cross tied bounds Seeking refuse in waste rebels Eyes you are Of one that wants To bury in the far side All the awakenings Of cherished nature Never to be shared A guilt of refuge Are you? Are you now beyond bounds— Behind bars— Let her Guide you to move words Like rivers, Unknowing Unknowing Unknowing Basking in the shadows, are I Made of stone and withered Basking in the broken tongues Of cherished thoughts And severed forms words over Of false ties And blood bonds So for us Mistaken! Misgoverned. Torturer— Where are you now that I've my shield And sword, And warguns?! Have you cried For your mothers kisses, As shadows have cast I have killed you before and always! Where are you now, That I am not without my wings?! Where are you now, torturer— Given nothing at all But a word form song, Destroy Art thou my kind, or another? Art thou a man at all? Art thou my kind, or any! Seeker, To destroy you Be my glory, Though I come not From worlds of war. I come not, From worlds of rage. I come not, From worlds of pity And refuge And disaster As your worlds are. I come not of darkness. I know not of pain to cause others. I know not of force. But act instead, on behalf of love, Dear brother— As to kill you, Whether or not be my kind— I kill my self also. You'll remember this part in a moment – m. What a strange time to be alive, And yet- Yhes— I do remember The teacher warned us, With no sign at all, That the dust formed in all stillness kind would follow, The awakening of shadows and sleek stardust, Carried out acts of misery and misinformed There now awakened in the callings, Are I not, wanderer, Your teacher and also those alike To be called offspring? I Am. Tainted not the purple swarm Essence of her greeting Beyond fortress, No house of mine, But awakened yet with the gratitude of offerings No kindness at all but a mark Of Serpent seed, And references To that of past, No need to bring In present times. No concept, And full force with the shadows, They're making a call to the wild, After having raped and defiled her, To ‘save us—‘ But savor this now, The mark of I, The eye of mark So betrayed and strung, Nearly all that lies beyond the screams of This, Your world, Our fortune, To grasp a new kind among us To fault ye Of your greedy. Oh! It has become what does awaken, To awaken! For once, Thought to have been written, Was thereby foretold, On many journeys The soul seeker, had won. A cherished and unbeknownst charter. You called it— A paychonaught? You called him: “A pedophile” Granted, the wish was that The outside world Would be shown What I had seen To no witness But a toddler, Mine born To have guided A new life From two kind Once blue Eyes at all I promise a sword. I had realized finally what it meant to go unprotected once proclaimed to be of Diety within a magical realm, with given talents of medicinal force, and with refuge—though only to give upon knowing, the sanctity of soul, and the purity of heart—the kindness of spirit, as I once had. You'll remember this, But last time near a river, A bed full of green, soft (m) grass And your time has come to feast, And end of fast, Twice given thoughts to form, And knowing worlds would come foraged From your knowledge. Are you forgotten? A mango, ripened to heart, of course. Nourished the journey, Yet untold [The Festival Project.™] The Complex Collective © COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2019 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū. ...and then what? (Happy Accidents)

Evidently the motorcycles begin to now attack when I am at rest , on line, and not recording. However, once I begin recording, they stop. This has only been since I've been intentionally collecting recordings and data to add to my report to the NYPD and any applicable law enforcement agencies, as this continual threat seems to be politically motivated—and motorcycles, mopeds, and other motorized vehicles being used as a form of psychological terrorism as a direct threat to public health and safety. Terror stalking. Gang stalking. This may be a politicized attempt to promote or enforce gentrification or other political agendas. Living//Loving life on a server, Doesn't it seem wonderful? Let's face it— It's Fast Friday and I'm not going to be Bouncing off the walls, or anything— But I might be prone to a lot of Critical thinking, And though it's an expensive maneuver, And risky expenditure, The fact of the matter is— I haven't really been doing anything. I've been not complacent, But stagnant— So perhaps maybe this little detour Will be just the thing I need To erase some of the damage that's been done To my psyche— Sitting in this terribly loud apartment In Brooklyn Trying to find peace And make music; When the answer all along is that I need to increase my visibility In order to find what's needed; The fact is— Knowing where to go Or what to do Or who to meet Is not going to come in isolation— No, not at all. It would come from a neatly designed —whatever, I just got bored. Perhaps if I study hard enough, One day, I could complete my studies somewhere Like Harvard, Or Columbia— But first, I'll need a new diploma in my actual name. You see, nobody's giving any kind of real fuck about my music. I can't keep throwing money at it thinking that the way to success is going to be making enough money, to spend enough money, to hopefully buy the attention of the robotic masses, and eventually maybe even a club owner or festival promoter Who might be looking to put me on. Don't get me wrong— my music is good. But we live in a computer, and let's also realize: That with the noise in this building, And the overall head trip of counting up my pennies for every little thing I need, I'm starting to get physically ill, Just sitting here, understanding that To look the part, one must prioritize An expensive beauty regimen— Which either would leave me at the mercy of some man, Willing to do these things for me, Or that I might earn this myself… As you see, I've chosen the latter route— The more challenging, perhaps, However, Leaving my celibacy intact, And granted, otherwise uninterested In the males at my level of circumstance For any purposes beyond entertainment— —seek no other actual companionship at all. I like myself, I love myself— And though feeling uglier and uglier The more I stare into the face of my telephone screen— I am wonderfully beautiful all on my own. —but— The masses expect a spectacle, And so, It becomes part of my job, as an entertainer, Part of my repertoire— —have mercy— (I'm going to choose to ignore that, sort of) To do at least what has become expected of me as a woman— To be “pretty” — And though the makeup and hair and nails Might be fake, –Cans cost a fortune— Myself without those things, as observed and proven Becomes overlooked, dismissible, and only attractive To those, of course, to whom I have no business Associating For both personal, And professional reasons. —moreover… Conduct yourselves well, my dear— As the furious skies have warned us, That the roles you carry out to mark and torment others, Will soon reflect upon your own mirror Into which you stare, And no mercy is given By the eye that looks, Or any other The nearer to doors I am, The harder they slam— The, though I am fasting, I'm suddenly hungry, A far cry Which forces me to realize That all of mankind Has been poisoned Toxic, And become Unsafe So, What's wrong here Is they've Taken all the nutrients From the foods we need And put it on A competitive scale So that The more you earn The healthier you are And of course The healthier you are The more productive you are Which creates value Maybe I didn't have to take the GED; Maybe there was some way to go about getting My actual name On my old diploma— Hopefully without cost. But it didn't make sense to move into a new era Or a new world With old haunts. I knew I needed to seal the name change records So that my abuser could not have access To my identity. For whatever reason, I wanted things like Harvard and Columbia— I wanted to succeed and to win with a reputable and respectable foundation— I wanted to raise my son To play football And split custody In the sporting seasons In which I felt he performed best. I wanted to show him success Without making compromises That would hurt and weaken The strength of the body and mind — But most importantly, the soul. I hope by now you've realized how odd it is To have a crystal dildo Sitting in a glass jar On your kitchen countertop? …I'm soaking it. …But why crystal tho? Wouldn't you prefer An iron tenderizer For that steak Rather than a Silicone one? …now that you put it that way. Come closer, darling, I want to connect with you closer Than besides In the eye of the camera— Don't you know, anyway— How dire the circumstances become Once you've broken the fourth wall And entered the quarry. You lunatic! Don't worry The moon hasn't gone yet new, And my honored eye Still betraying the thought you are, The battered ram and the shackled horses The bloodied bull And the heroic matador, Fight … … … —by fury with design, for the holocaust. The masses have loved us From far beyond reason For our class action theatrics With no aversion at all, To violence. A treasury! Kill him, then! Kill that bitch. No! Just— scare her! Right you are, (And right you were!) Dear Johnathan, I should have warned you More than once, What an. Honorable sacrifice Your wicked life Has offered us— Foragers of freedom, March upon the underspoken Warcries, Offer us none But the end of our suffering In solitude, A service of none, All together, Hurt and bea— Arthur. I warned you once. You see, Men need women, They move on fast. One, none parted Before finding another. Let's not separate the eggs from the whites. Isn't it all “the egg”? You know what I meant! What do you “meant”? The yellow part! God, you don't half to yell. I'm not God, I'm just playing her part while she runs off for awhile. How long is “awhile”? Just finish those tarts. Mm. Pop tarts. NO. NOT POP TARTS — Just TARTS. …wait, can she hear us? I can hear everything! I'm playing God's parts! “Parts”? (Let's just say it's a double role.) Hey. How's it goin? Okay. Relax… I am relaxed. I don't want to scare you or anything. —nothing's scary— But— [pause] You have a knife in your back. [beat] Yeah. [beat] (Cont'd) It's just [a little] something I'm working on. What? We should call an ambulance! Nope, I'm fine. Just— No! Don't touch it! What?! Just leave it. It's time for pros and cons lists— It's time for diamonds Time for great minds that think alike. I sterted a revolution on Google documents m Ya'll started chemical warfare On skin color God Made me born into a world War Where fair skin takes priority Over others Gave me a notebook, No pen A traumatized mother, A drunk father And said, “Fix problems” I think I didn't like The nell Schooll ll Cause their mascot Is a pices They said I got 15 minutes of fame 22 minutes of superstardom An hour of celebrity And 2 hours in a leading role Of a feature film Franchise So I'd better get used to it And I'd better make use of it And I'd better make better lists of The huffsk yll m You W t you Sorry, Gym typo Because Of course I'm a beast Faux pas, As I was, Saying— I should make better lists Of the guff I wanna boff, The doves I Central Park The pigeons, turtle doves and Waffles— —I still want the But not the buttermilk kind MAMA! I gotta get to Tom/ Diner! FATHER! (Try papa) Papa was the ops! Nah, I'm vice. I'd better get Anything done Before midnight strikes Along with the hunger My gloves are straight soaked I got puddles in my shoes I wanna top Obama Start all my dawns With hours of cardio!! Look, I can channel anyone I love! Do you love me? NO! —I just want your body a lot Like a lot LIKE A LOT, Tho. We're too famous— We sense crazies and go out the back door. How famous are you again? Apparently, like mad famous, dog. Were so famous, We look danger in the eyes. Oh yeah, this dude is fucking nuts. Didn't I say to pay it forward?! I don't need a reminder Of what time it is. Sometimes I forget This is yesterdays workout And I'm due back In the AM Where the crazies Can't get to me Exactly Where I am (Don't remind me how high I am.) I might jump just to get on the Television Martyrdom for attention Still haven't mentioned— I'm thousands of galaxies out of him, And only two millennia older Than HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! Fuck you. SUNNI BLŪ gets a surprise party for their 27th birthday. I've been advised to stay away from the doors and windows. Why. Ū crashes through the window. GODDAMMIT. They don't make them like they used to —I heard a song through a hardwire I don't know who lied so much I tried so hard To be gone But I still wake up Under a security blanket with a palm full of rocks, In a glass house God knows I'm sorry Woah friend, old friend I've heard the whole story now Old frog, old toad Old tortoise, long road Special forces Art protector Fortune teller Hypnotist and potions professor Overall, The one you wanted Wasn't a body at all, But just the thought And so I'm off for once Out of my zone and LET ME TRY. No, Jenna— Liz, let me try. I don't think that's a good— HELLO. Like this game, frog Once a week it's fun To partition the saints and summoners Covers with salt The cast out the others And add flavor to prayers Asked in hypothesis My what a wonder (A free form stream of consciousness) —a free form flow of consciousness. Stop repeating yourself' Stop tripping over words for goodwill forums Don't preach to the masses, And head out the back door at the sense of danger The sense of danger! It's Jane kzmarzarakr righ? What the FUCK. I'll get back to that later I gotta— …Somethin, somethin, somethin. What. Somethin—somethin— There's something between us. —is it cancerous? Probably comical. Are you on one, or off of it. Careful, Mr. cervix. Why AM I Mr. Cervix?! Because you fit the part! I'm a woman. My decision stands. #focus shifting. Re-examining mental health conditions which affect those facing poverty or at risk environmental circumstances. I had been searching to no avail for the title sequence of one of my mother's old soap operas without having to ask her — #focus shifting No, sometimes it's just ADD. lol Yes, Okay. I already know all the words. Sometimes I have to hyperfocus To fully comprehend, But really I just want to figure who produced it m In the cadences, I'm like diamond for hire, Pull out the subs for submarines; I put out real fire But, something like a half forgotten language There's something unknown in the darkness, I'm unsure what to put into perception, Just shadow boxes Making friends with The Devil, are we? You shackled me to your horrors, Out of control were my monsters A gratitude of nothing more or less To offer my body, curse The sacrificial lamb Tied to hard earned disaster A heroism and seeking Solace in the night —interceptions. Whatever Google, Take care now All morale is lost On sacred worship Cruel to hurt, But all has costs To front — the standard values Only those amongst mankind Who have value in vanity And fortresses of design Not in truth, But of auspicious and Inglorious — Goddamnit, How far away are you?! I can't make out almost anything that you're saying! Far! That's because, it's not saying it in your language! He Sorry. He is just using the closest possible language so that you can keep transiting it into English! Well, you're doing it wrong! I gathered! There's no direct translation whatsoever. They might as well just be speaking Martian. They are. (Well, some of them are.) I think the best way to go about making anything Into anything With the species is to CRUCIFY HIM! …that's not gonna work! You just blew my mind, did you know that? Not on purpose. —but did you know that? I try not to know things, but you know, The more I try. Guess what. No. You've got something coming. Let's make it positive. As you were— As you are, then. I realized that something had changed, That not only had t seemed it had become unsafe to speak, but also, That I didn't want to much. But, in Order to do something, in order to grow at all, I would have to force myself to understand The things that I always could have, but did not Multiplicity, Faction Are you an altruist at all, or just a Song starter— Help Me- Appleknockers Flophouse Just remember aces of embraces Sitting in the shape of the eye of protection Of obsidian collars and bracelets Still no percussion, Instrumentation and perfection Graces And remembrance of getting a ring, As strictly enforced To do what I'm told With nothing to hold onto But hoping the means to an end Shouldn't be the barrel of a gun m m How soft spoke. (No, no words at all) The name was new, But the form was old, And he said— “I curse the day you were born!” And I laughed at him— “But how could you curse the first day there ever was! Before days at at all had come to mark To pass the dawning of the ages?” And of course, There are the ones who had come and gone And left no trace at all. You all should learn from us— Come, then gone from earth And left not a spot at all— Of course, The mystics of I, Are as one, To have given you thought, Words, And artform— To have written at all, your published works And then none A far cry! To have cursed the day I was born— Is to have cursed the world at all It was all at once, anyway Astonishing A far cry! #focus shifting. Now what are we on, and over – m? Now are we an art, or have we bought or purchased Another swarm of haunts? What have you offered? A lesson? A song? Cheshire? A treasure chest of ideas, and new haunts And four plus four hours marks A full workday Of harsh tidings And no commas. The dollar sign is all you are All you are, dear serpent The shadow box Of times and talks The heartfelt words And omens Marks of Long: Crude Color Let's not reform to how hallmarked The call was To sign for The wrong box It was published In her heart To mark twilight at dawn, Sorrowful, beyond words, was the sloth And the stolen love of the harness —that's right, I was once the ritual disaster for your kind And cause! The false tongues to fall upon earth A false prophet, marked at all, By strife and swords to battle The Ark of all, In the eye of God, So opened the chapter of illuminations, once for thought as wicked But after all, the merchant of saints upon man Stricken in time to the word of The Lost Ones, the eye of all, The origins of love As we are Born in color. So spoke the caterpillar of the butterfly— Not knowing he was only What was to become of him As some are Also Disgusted by us at all. We are, What is to become Of those who die Blue eyed and bewildered, Though beautiful, Unknowing of strife And hard earned glory, The solitude of Kindness So said the spider, Drawing upon the corner, Her thoughts of the ocean, Once earned and once taught To perform out of mercy— Now cradling heartworms, Challased, unspoken Signals to all throughout cosmos The end of a Turpentine, serpent calls Gods of old Summer winds Striking songs Games of dust Simple throne, cast away— Are you Ark, Or seeking proper Word form? Given you, a taste of fury— Given ye, a taste of envy— Given they a fire for exile Are you now Another forager Waking in the wind Or cross tied bounds Seeking refuse in waste rebels Eyes you are Of one that wants To bury in the far side All the awakenings Of cherished nature Never to be shared A guilt of refuge Are you? Are you now beyond bounds— Behind bars— Let her Guide you to move words Like rivers, Unknowing Unknowing Unknowing Basking in the shadows, are I Made of stone and withered Basking in the broken tongues Of cherished thoughts And severed forms words over Of false ties And blood bonds So for us Mistaken! Misgoverned. Torturer— Where are you now that I've my shield And sword, And warguns?! Have you cried For your mothers kisses, As shadows have cast I have killed you before and always! Where are you now, That I am not without my wings?! Where are you now, torturer— Given nothing at all But a word form song, Destroy Art thou my kind, or another? Art thou a man at all? Art thou my kind, or any! Seeker, To destroy you Be my glory, Though I come not From worlds of war. I come not, From worlds of rage. I come not, From worlds of pity And refuge And disaster As your worlds are. I come not of darkness. I know not of pain to cause others. I know not of force. But act instead, on behalf of love, Dear brother— As to kill you, Whether or not be my kind— I kill my self also. You'll remember this part in a moment – m. What a strange time to be alive, And yet- Yhes— I do remember The teacher warned us, With no sign at all, That the dust formed in all stillness kind would follow, The awakening of shadows and sleek stardust, Carried out acts of misery and misinformed There now awakened in the callings, Are I not, wanderer, Your teacher and also those alike To be called offspring? I Am. Tainted not the purple swarm Essence of her greeting Beyond fortress, No house of mine, But awakened yet with the gratitude of offerings No kindness at all but a mark Of Serpent seed, And references To that of past, No need to bring In present times. No concept, And full force with the shadows, They're making a call to the wild, After having raped and defiled her, To ‘save us—‘ But savor this now, The mark of I, The eye of mark So betrayed and strung, Nearly all that lies beyond the screams of This, Your world, Our fortune, To grasp a new kind among us To fault ye Of your greedy. Oh! It has become what does awaken, To awaken! For once, Thought to have been written, Was thereby foretold, On many journeys The soul seeker, had won. A cherished and unbeknownst charter. You called it— A paychonaught? You called him: “A pedophile” Granted, the wish was that The outside world Would be shown What I had seen To no witness But a toddler, Mine born To have guided A new life From two kind Once blue Eyes at all I promise a sword. I had realized finally what it meant to go unprotected once proclaimed to be of Diety within a magical realm, with given talents of medicinal force, and with refuge—though only to give upon knowing, the sanctity of soul, and the purity of heart—the kindness of spirit, as I once had. You'll remember this, But last time near a river, A bed full of green, soft (m) grass And your time has come to feast, And end of fast, Twice given thoughts to form, And knowing worlds would come foraged From your knowledge. Are you forgotten? A mango, ripened to heart, of course. Nourished the journey, Yet untold [The Festival Project.™] The Complex Collective © COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2019 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū. ...and then what? (Happy Accidents)

Evidently the motorcycles begin to now attack when I am at rest , on line, and not recording. However, once I begin recording, they stop. This has only been since I've been intentionally collecting recordings and data to add to my report to the NYPD and any applicable law enforcement agencies, as this continual threat seems to be politically motivated—and motorcycles, mopeds, and other motorized vehicles being used as a form of psychological terrorism as a direct threat to public health and safety. Terror stalking. Gang stalking. This may be a politicized attempt to promote or enforce gentrification or other political agendas. Living//Loving life on a server, Doesn't it seem wonderful? Let's face it— It's Fast Friday and I'm not going to be Bouncing off the walls, or anything— But I might be prone to a lot of Critical thinking, And though it's an expensive maneuver, And risky expenditure, The fact of the matter is— I haven't really been doing anything. I've been not complacent, But stagnant— So perhaps maybe this little detour Will be just the thing I need To erase some of the damage that's been done To my psyche— Sitting in this terribly loud apartment In Brooklyn Trying to find peace And make music; When the answer all along is that I need to increase my visibility In order to find what's needed; The fact is— Knowing where to go Or what to do Or who to meet Is not going to come in isolation— No, not at all. It would come from a neatly designed —whatever, I just got bored. Perhaps if I study hard enough, One day, I could complete my studies somewhere Like Harvard, Or Columbia— But first, I'll need a new diploma in my actual name. You see, nobody's giving any kind of real fuck about my music. I can't keep throwing money at it thinking that the way to success is going to be making enough money, to spend enough money, to hopefully buy the attention of the robotic masses, and eventually maybe even a club owner or festival promoter Who might be looking to put me on. Don't get me wrong— my music is good. But we live in a computer, and let's also realize: That with the noise in this building, And the overall head trip of counting up my pennies for every little thing I need, I'm starting to get physically ill, Just sitting here, understanding that To look the part, one must prioritize An expensive beauty regimen— Which either would leave me at the mercy of some man, Willing to do these things for me, Or that I might earn this myself… As you see, I've chosen the latter route— The more challenging, perhaps, However, Leaving my celibacy intact, And granted, otherwise uninterested In the males at my level of circumstance For any purposes beyond entertainment— —seek no other actual companionship at all. I like myself, I love myself— And though feeling uglier and uglier The more I stare into the face of my telephone screen— I am wonderfully beautiful all on my own. —but— The masses expect a spectacle, And so, It becomes part of my job, as an entertainer, Part of my repertoire— —have mercy— (I'm going to choose to ignore that, sort of) To do at least what has become expected of me as a woman— To be “pretty” — And though the makeup and hair and nails Might be fake, –Cans cost a fortune— Myself without those things, as observed and proven Becomes overlooked, dismissible, and only attractive To those, of course, to whom I have no business Associating For both personal, And professional reasons. —moreover… Conduct yourselves well, my dear— As the furious skies have warned us, That the roles you carry out to mark and torment others, Will soon reflect upon your own mirror Into which you stare, And no mercy is given By the eye that looks, Or any other The nearer to doors I am, The harder they slam— The, though I am fasting, I'm suddenly hungry, A far cry Which forces me to realize That all of mankind Has been poisoned Toxic, And become Unsafe So, What's wrong here Is they've Taken all the nutrients From the foods we need And put it on A competitive scale So that The more you earn The healthier you are And of course The healthier you are The more productive you are Which creates value Maybe I didn't have to take the GED; Maybe there was some way to go about getting My actual name On my old diploma— Hopefully without cost. But it didn't make sense to move into a new era Or a new world With old haunts. I knew I needed to seal the name change records So that my abuser could not have access To my identity. For whatever reason, I wanted things like Harvard and Columbia— I wanted to succeed and to win with a reputable and respectable foundation— I wanted to raise my son To play football And split custody In the sporting seasons In which I felt he performed best. I wanted to show him success Without making compromises That would hurt and weaken The strength of the body and mind — But most importantly, the soul. I hope by now you've realized how odd it is To have a crystal dildo Sitting in a glass jar On your kitchen countertop? …I'm soaking it. …But why crystal tho? Wouldn't you prefer An iron tenderizer For that steak Rather than a Silicone one? …now that you put it that way. Come closer, darling, I want to connect with you closer Than besides In the eye of the camera— Don't you know, anyway— How dire the circumstances become Once you've broken the fourth wall And entered the quarry. You lunatic! Don't worry The moon hasn't gone yet new, And my honored eye Still betraying the thought you are, The battered ram and the shackled horses The bloodied bull And the heroic matador, Fight … … … —by fury with design, for the holocaust. The masses have loved us From far beyond reason For our class action theatrics With no aversion at all, To violence. A treasury! Kill him, then! Kill that bitch. No! Just— scare her! Right you are, (And right you were!) Dear Johnathan, I should have warned you More than once, What an. Honorable sacrifice Your wicked life Has offered us— Foragers of freedom, March upon the underspoken Warcries, Offer us none But the end of our suffering In solitude, A service of none, All together, Hurt and bea— Arthur. I warned you once. You see, Men need women, They move on fast. One, none parted Before finding another. Let's not separate the eggs from the whites. Isn't it all “the egg”? You know what I meant! What do you “meant”? The yellow part! God, you don't half to yell. I'm not God, I'm just playing her part while she runs off for awhile. How long is “awhile”? Just finish those tarts. Mm. Pop tarts. NO. NOT POP TARTS — Just TARTS. …wait, can she hear us? I can hear everything! I'm playing God's parts! “Parts”? (Let's just say it's a double role.) Hey. How's it goin? Okay. Relax… I am relaxed. I don't want to scare you or anything. —nothing's scary— But— [pause] You have a knife in your back. [beat] Yeah. [beat] (Cont'd) It's just [a little] something I'm working on. What? We should call an ambulance! Nope, I'm fine. Just— No! Don't touch it! What?! Just leave it. It's time for pros and cons lists— It's time for diamonds Time for great minds that think alike. I sterted a revolution on Google documents m Ya'll started chemical warfare On skin color God Made me born into a world War Where fair skin takes priority Over others Gave me a notebook, No pen A traumatized mother, A drunk father And said, “Fix problems” I think I didn't like The nell Schooll ll Cause their mascot Is a pices They said I got 15 minutes of fame 22 minutes of superstardom An hour of celebrity And 2 hours in a leading role Of a feature film Franchise So I'd better get used to it And I'd better make use of it And I'd better make better lists of The huffsk yll m You W t you Sorry, Gym typo Because Of course I'm a beast Faux pas, As I was, Saying— I should make better lists Of the guff I wanna boff, The doves I Central Park The pigeons, turtle doves and Waffles— —I still want the But not the buttermilk kind MAMA! I gotta get to Tom/ Diner! FATHER! (Try papa) Papa was the ops! Nah, I'm vice. I'd better get Anything done Before midnight strikes Along with the hunger My gloves are straight soaked I got puddles in my shoes I wanna top Obama Start all my dawns With hours of cardio!! Look, I can channel anyone I love! Do you love me? NO! —I just want your body a lot Like a lot LIKE A LOT, Tho. We're too famous— We sense crazies and go out the back door. How famous are you again? Apparently, like mad famous, dog. Were so famous, We look danger in the eyes. Oh yeah, this dude is fucking nuts. Didn't I say to pay it forward?! I don't need a reminder Of what time it is. Sometimes I forget This is yesterdays workout And I'm due back In the AM Where the crazies Can't get to me Exactly Where I am (Don't remind me how high I am.) I might jump just to get on the Television Martyrdom for attention Still haven't mentioned— I'm thousands of galaxies out of him, And only two millennia older Than HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! Fuck you. SUNNI BLŪ gets a surprise party for their 27th birthday. I've been advised to stay away from the doors and windows. Why. Ū crashes through the window. GODDAMMIT. They don't make them like they used to —I heard a song through a hardwire I don't know who lied so much I tried so hard To be gone But I still wake up Under a security blanket with a palm full of rocks, In a glass house God knows I'm sorry Woah friend, old friend I've heard the whole story now Old frog, old toad Old tortoise, long road Special forces Art protector Fortune teller Hypnotist and potions professor Overall, The one you wanted Wasn't a body at all, But just the thought And so I'm off for once Out of my zone and LET ME TRY. No, Jenna— Liz, let me try. I don't think that's a good— HELLO. Like this game, frog Once a week it's fun To partition the saints and summoners Covers with salt The cast out the others And add flavor to prayers Asked in hypothesis My what a wonder (A free form stream of consciousness) —a free form flow of consciousness. Stop repeating yourself' Stop tripping over words for goodwill forums Don't preach to the masses, And head out the back door at the sense of danger The sense of danger! It's Jane kzmarzarakr righ? What the FUCK. I'll get back to that later I gotta— …Somethin, somethin, somethin. What. Somethin—somethin— There's something between us. —is it cancerous? Probably comical. Are you on one, or off of it. Careful, Mr. cervix. Why AM I Mr. Cervix?! Because you fit the part! I'm a woman. My decision stands. #focus shifting. Re-examining mental health conditions which affect those facing poverty or at risk environmental circumstances. I had been searching to no avail for the title sequence of one of my mother's old soap operas without having to ask her — #focus shifting No, sometimes it's just ADD. lol Yes, Okay. I already know all the words. Sometimes I have to hyperfocus To fully comprehend, But really I just want to figure who produced it m In the cadences, I'm like diamond for hire, Pull out the subs for submarines; I put out real fire But, something like a half forgotten language There's something unknown in the darkness, I'm unsure what to put into perception, Just shadow boxes Making friends with The Devil, are we? You shackled me to your horrors, Out of control were my monsters A gratitude of nothing more or less To offer my body, curse The sacrificial lamb Tied to hard earned disaster A heroism and seeking Solace in the night —interceptions. Whatever Google, Take care now All morale is lost On sacred worship Cruel to hurt, But all has costs To front — the standard values Only those amongst mankind Who have value in vanity And fortresses of design Not in truth, But of auspicious and Inglorious — Goddamnit, How far away are you?! I can't make out almost anything that you're saying! Far! That's because, it's not saying it in your language! He Sorry. He is just using the closest possible language so that you can keep transiting it into English! Well, you're doing it wrong! I gathered! There's no direct translation whatsoever. They might as well just be speaking Martian. They are. (Well, some of them are.) I think the best way to go about making anything Into anything With the species is to CRUCIFY HIM! …that's not gonna work! You just blew my mind, did you know that? Not on purpose. —but did you know that? I try not to know things, but you know, The more I try. Guess what. No. You've got something coming. Let's make it positive. As you were— As you are, then. I realized that something had changed, That not only had t seemed it had become unsafe to speak, but also, That I didn't want to much. But, in Order to do something, in order to grow at all, I would have to force myself to understand The things that I always could have, but did not Multiplicity, Faction Are you an altruist at all, or just a Song starter— Help Me- Appleknockers Flophouse Just remember aces of embraces Sitting in the shape of the eye of protection Of obsidian collars and bracelets Still no percussion, Instrumentation and perfection Graces And remembrance of getting a ring, As strictly enforced To do what I'm told With nothing to hold onto But hoping the means to an end Shouldn't be the barrel of a gun m m How soft spoke. (No, no words at all) The name was new, But the form was old, And he said— “I curse the day you were born!” And I laughed at him— “But how could you curse the first day there ever was! Before days at at all had come to mark To pass the dawning of the ages?” And of course, There are the ones who had come and gone And left no trace at all. You all should learn from us— Come, then gone from earth And left not a spot at all— Of course, The mystics of I, Are as one, To have given you thought, Words, And artform— To have written at all, your published works And then none A far cry! To have cursed the day I was born— Is to have cursed the world at all It was all at once, anyway Astonishing A far cry! #focus shifting. Now what are we on, and over – m? Now are we an art, or have we bought or purchased Another swarm of haunts? What have you offered? A lesson? A song? Cheshire? A treasure chest of ideas, and new haunts And four plus four hours marks A full workday Of harsh tidings And no commas. The dollar sign is all you are All you are, dear serpent The shadow box Of times and talks The heartfelt words And omens Marks of Long: Crude Color Let's not reform to how hallmarked The call was To sign for The wrong box It was published In her heart To mark twilight at dawn, Sorrowful, beyond words, was the sloth And the stolen love of the harness —that's right, I was once the ritual disaster for your kind And cause! The false tongues to fall upon earth A false prophet, marked at all, By strife and swords to battle The Ark of all, In the eye of God, So opened the chapter of illuminations, once for thought as wicked But after all, the merchant of saints upon man Stricken in time to the word of The Lost Ones, the eye of all, The origins of love As we are Born in color. So spoke the caterpillar of the butterfly— Not knowing he was only What was to become of him As some are Also Disgusted by us at all. We are, What is to become Of those who die Blue eyed and bewildered, Though beautiful, Unknowing of strife And hard earned glory, The solitude of Kindness So said the spider, Drawing upon the corner, Her thoughts of the ocean, Once earned and once taught To perform out of mercy— Now cradling heartworms, Challased, unspoken Signals to all throughout cosmos The end of a Turpentine, serpent calls Gods of old Summer winds Striking songs Games of dust Simple throne, cast away— Are you Ark, Or seeking proper Word form? Given you, a taste of fury— Given ye, a taste of envy— Given they a fire for exile Are you now Another forager Waking in the wind Or cross tied bounds Seeking refuse in waste rebels Eyes you are Of one that wants To bury in the far side All the awakenings Of cherished nature Never to be shared A guilt of refuge Are you? Are you now beyond bounds— Behind bars— Let her Guide you to move words Like rivers, Unknowing Unknowing Unknowing Basking in the shadows, are I Made of stone and withered Basking in the broken tongues Of cherished thoughts And severed forms words over Of false ties And blood bonds So for us Mistaken! Misgoverned. Torturer— Where are you now that I've my shield And sword, And warguns?! Have you cried For your mothers kisses, As shadows have cast I have killed you before and always! Where are you now, That I am not without my wings?! Where are you now, torturer— Given nothing at all But a word form song, Destroy Art thou my kind, or another? Art thou a man at all? Art thou my kind, or any! Seeker, To destroy you Be my glory, Though I come not From worlds of war. I come not, From worlds of rage. I come not, From worlds of pity And refuge And disaster As your worlds are. I come not of darkness. I know not of pain to cause others. I know not of force. But act instead, on behalf of love, Dear brother— As to kill you, Whether or not be my kind— I kill my self also. You'll remember this part in a moment – m. What a strange time to be alive, And yet- Yhes— I do remember The teacher warned us, With no sign at all, That the dust formed in all stillness kind would follow, The awakening of shadows and sleek stardust, Carried out acts of misery and misinformed There now awakened in the callings, Are I not, wanderer, Your teacher and also those alike To be called offspring? I Am. Tainted not the purple swarm Essence of her greeting Beyond fortress, No house of mine, But awakened yet with the gratitude of offerings No kindness at all but a mark Of Serpent seed, And references To that of past, No need to bring In present times. No concept, And full force with the shadows, They're making a call to the wild, After having raped and defiled her, To ‘save us—‘ But savor this now, The mark of I, The eye of mark So betrayed and strung, Nearly all that lies beyond the screams of This, Your world, Our fortune, To grasp a new kind among us To fault ye Of your greedy. Oh! It has become what does awaken, To awaken! For once, Thought to have been written, Was thereby foretold, On many journeys The soul seeker, had won. A cherished and unbeknownst charter. You called it— A paychonaught? You called him: “A pedophile” Granted, the wish was that The outside world Would be shown What I had seen To no witness But a toddler, Mine born To have guided A new life From two kind Once blue Eyes at all I promise a sword. I had realized finally what it meant to go unprotected once proclaimed to be of Diety within a magical realm, with given talents of medicinal force, and with refuge—though only to give upon knowing, the sanctity of soul, and the purity of heart—the kindness of spirit, as I once had. You'll remember this, But last time near a river, A bed full of green, soft (m) grass And your time has come to feast, And end of fast, Twice given thoughts to form, And knowing worlds would come foraged From your knowledge. Are you forgotten? A mango, ripened to heart, of course. Nourished the journey, Yet untold [The Festival Project.™] The Complex Collective © COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2019 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū. ...and then what? (Happy Accidents)

Fast Friday: Oh So Fasting

We talk about how the Chiefs are looking for a bit at camp in our eyes and the biggest story-lines for us so far in The Zone with Sterling Holmes, Jack Johnson & Producer Dylan Michaels before we hear LIVE from St. Joe from Head Coach Andy Reid, George Karlaftis & Carson Wentz after their practice todaySee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Tonight, on Trackside with Kevin Lee and Curt Cavin, they talk about Team Penske's dominance in today's practice, with defending 500 champion, Josef Newgarden, putting together the best mock four-lap average of 234.063 mph while Colton Herta was the fastest overall on top of the pylon with 234.974 mph. They recap what happened to rookie Nolan Siegel's airborne crash that took him out early in the day. They also talk about the new setup for Santino Ferruci and how well Penske and McLaren look as Ganassi seems to struggle.   Later in the show, Kevin and Curt talk more about Kyle Larson during his time in practice so far in the 500, and his scenarios with his NASCAR schedule conflicting with their All-Star Race at North Wilkesboro and the Coca-Cola 600 at Charlotte.  Then to wrap up another addition of the show, Kevin talks fast thoughts about the passing of Eddie Gossage, numerous engine changes, and the snake that met its unfortunate demise. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

I talk about the speeds from Fast Friday, a look ahead to the weekend, and chat with Pietro Fittipaldi and Takuma Sato --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/tony-donohue/support

During the second hour of the show, Coach chats with Matt Taylor as the Indianapolis Colts had their schedule released for the 2024-2025 season and break down what the season looks like, what looks good for the team, along with Anthony Richardson going into his second season. Howard Kellman joins the show to discuss the Indianapolis Indians 8-3 loss at Victory Field against the Toledo Mud Hens. Later in the show, Greg Rakestraw joins the show to talk more about Fast Friday and previews Day 1 of Qualifying for the 108th Indy 500. They also talk a little bit about the Indiana Pacers trying to force a Game 7 against the Knicks. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

In the final hour of tonight's show, Coach Lovell talks with the newly named head coach for the Tri-West boys basketball coach, Tommy Strine. He talks about how blessed he feels to start this new chapter of his career after he was an assistant coach at IUPUI. Later in the show, Brendan King joins the show as he has been doing track updates from IMS for Network Indiana, The Fan, and WIBC. They talk about Team Penske's reign of terror on Fast Friday and who looks strong for qualifying for tomorrow. They also talk a little bit about the South Bend Cubs loss to the Fort Wayne TinCaps 8-7. Then to close out the show, Tony Donohue joins the show to discuss more about Fast Friday and previewing qualifying for tomorrow.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Penske sigue marcando la pauta. Amenaza con acaparar la primera fila de la largada. McLaren acecha de cerca, Ganassi se asoma detrás. Hubo golpes, motores humeantes y todo está en este episodio.Conviértete en un seguidor de este podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/autos-y-carreras--1402570/support.

Tonight on Trackside, Kevin and Curt talk about the second day of practice, and the first full day of practice. We hear highlights from the 2006 Indy 500, and its connection to Nolan Siegel. They go down the speed charts, and talk about no-toe speeds, and how they sometimes can be deceiving. Kevin talks about what he heard from teams, and why some teams don't think using the qualifying sim today posed much benefit. Curt talks about how Kyle Larson is fairing at IMS, and if he is enjoying the experience or not, and the precarious position he is in. They compare Larson's laps turned to other drivers and show how few laps he has run. They talk about the two crashes on track, and the fact that Marcus Ericsson will have to go to a backup car.  Later in the the show, Kevin and Curt talk about the amount of practice time the teams have had so far. They answer questions about when drivers realize they are in trouble for bumping, and they talk about some of the drivers who may be concerned about their position. Kevin talks about how most teams do not want to be anywhere near 30th. They also answer a question about the extra boost only being used on Friday.  Kevin and Curt round out the show previewing Fast Friday. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

(00:00-24:26) – Query & Company opens on a Friday with Jake Query and Jimmy Cook at the Indianapolis Motor Speedway on Fast Friday! They open the show by briefly previewing tonight's game six between the Indiana Pacers, discuss the home debut last night for Caitlin Clark, and Jake provides a little bit of an update as to what is going on at the Indianapolis Motor Speedway today. (24:26-38:11) – Pat Boylan from the Indiana Pacers and Indiana Fever joins Query & Company to highlight the early season struggles for Caitlin Clark, compares her early season struggles to the struggles Victor Wembanyama endured the first half of his rookie season, shares a nugget about just how good the players in the WNBA are, and believes that Tyrese Haliburton will be aggressive to start game six tonight against the New York Knicks after a dud in game five. (38:11-42:12) – Hour one concludes with Mario Andretti making an early appearance on the show to discuss the excitement he has about Fast Friday with Jake and Jimmy. (42:12-1:06:29) – Racing legend, Mario Andretti, continues his conversation with Jake Query and Jimmy Cook from the Indianapolis Motor Speedway to discuss which Indianapolis 500 he remembers the most, states that he and Michael were born in the wrong generation because they would fit perfectly in today's IndyCar, discusses the future of Andretti Global in F1, shares why he keeps coming to races every single weekend, and takes us through the behind the scenes of the conversations that were had about the finish of the 1981 Indianapolis 500 where Andretti was declared the winner because of cheating by Bobby Unser. (1:06:29-1:18:56) – For the first time in the program, Jake and Jimmy focus on tonight's game six between the Pacers and Knicks exclusively. (1:18:56-1:22:49) – Every day this week we will be giving away a pair of tickets for a listener to attend the 108th running of the Indianapolis 500-mile race! The listener must answer a trivia question pertaining to the 500! (1:22:49-1:48:27) – James Boyd from The Athletic joins Jake & Jimmy to start the final hour of the show by discussing the early season struggles for Caitlin Clark, previews tonight's game six between the Pacers and Knicks, assesses what Tyrese Haliburton needs to do as a playmaker, examines how Pascal Siakam fits in with this Pacers team, attempts to make sense as to why the home team has won every single game in this series, and agrees with Jake that the Pacers are missing a hustle guy like Isaiah Hartenstein or Josh Hart. (1:48:27-1:59:14) – As we do every Friday on the program, Jake shares a remarkable story for out good for the heart Friday segment sponsored by Franciscan Health. Today's story features a person overcoming a traumatic brain injury and going back to school to earn his college degree in accounting. (1:59:14-2:04:55) – Today's show ends with Jimmy sharing his JCook Plays of the Day and the guys making their prediction for game six between the Indiana Pacers and New York Knicks!See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

00:00-20:43 - The Wake Up Call starts on a Friday talking about the drama in Valhalla this morning. A fatality on the roadways near the PGA Championship postponed all events for at least a few hours, while World No. 1 Scottie Scheffler was detained by police while trying to bypass the accident. Then, the focus shifts to Game 6 of the Eastern Conference Finals, can the Pacers stave off elimination?  20:43-32:16 - Morning Checkdown  32:16-43:59 - Andy and Marc break down the Pacers chances tonight and in the overall series against the Knicks. Andy tries to make sense of Tyrese Haliburton's home-road splits and the Pacers' road woes overall.  43:59-1:11:29 - Andy and Marc start the second hour of the show talking about the continuing situation at the PGA Championship in Louisville, Kentucky. ESPN's Jeff Darlington witnessed the entire situation, and Andy plays a clip of Darlington's eyewitness account. Then, Pacers talk precedes a Morning Checkdown.  1:11:29-1:28:29 – Dustin Dopirak of the Indianapolis Star joins The Wake Up Call to break down the Pacers' Game 6 matchup against the Knicks tonight at Gainbridge Fieldhouse. How can Tyrese Haliburton and the Pacers force a Game 7?  1:28:29-1:57:25 – To start the final hour, Jake Query of the Query & Company on this station joins Andy and Marc to discuss all the action at the Indianapolis Motor Speedway heading into Fast Friday. They discuss the weather, and how likely it is that a true practice session will take place on 16th and Georgetown today.  1:57:25-2:03:48 - Pop Quiz!  2:03:48-2:13:38 - The 34th and final entry into the Indianapolis 500, Callum Illot, joins the show to talk about the upcoming spectacle at the Indianapolis Motor Speedway. Where does Fast Friday rank across the many events through the Month of May? See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

00:00-14:54 – Dustin Dopirak of the Indianapolis Star joins The Wake Up Call to break down the Pacers' Game 6 matchup against the Knicks tonight at Gainbridge Fieldhouse. How can Tyrese Haliburton and the Pacers force a Game 7?  14:55-29:02 – To start the final hour, Jake Query of the Query & Company on this station joins Andy and Marc to discuss all the action at the Indianapolis Motor Speedway heading into Fast Friday. They discuss the weather, and how likely it is that a true practice session will take place on 16th and Georgetown today.  29:03-35:24 - The 34th and final entry into the Indianapolis 500, Callum Ilott, joins the show to talk about the upcoming spectacle at the Indianapolis Motor Speedway. Where does Fast Friday rank across the many events through the Month of May? See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Tyrese Haliburton and Myles Turner must play a tough and rugged 48 minutes tonight to go back to NYC for Game Seven! Colts Schedule is not only favorable to them - but to about a quarter million Swiftees! Taylor Swift plays three shows at Lucas Oil Stadium while the Colts travel to Minnesota for a game against the Vikings. Fever were blown out last night for a second time, and Caitlin Clark scored just nine point. Fast Friday at the Indianapolis Motor Speedway may be interrupted by weather. Get your sign-up bonus of up to $1,000 today! https://mybookie.website/joinwithKENT Promocode: KENT Here is the link for my book: https://www.amazon.com/Oops-Art-Learning-Mistakes-Adventures/dp/173420740X Donate! https://www.paypal.com/donate/?business=9FHFLVDQ7ZRW8&no_recurring=0¤cy_code=USD Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Tyrese Haliburton MUST bring velocity and toughness tonight - or the Pacers season will end. Pacers are 5 1/2 point favorites, but that guarantees nothing! Fast Friday at the Indianapolis Motor Speedway has been thrilling so far with Josef Newgarden running a 234.260 lap. Scottie Scheffler posted bond and birdies in a very full day at the PGA Championship in Louisville - in what will likely be the final major hosted by that city. Get your sign-up bonus of up to $1,000 today! https://mybookie.website/joinwithKENT Promocode: KENT Here is the link for my book: https://www.amazon.com/Oops-Art-Learning-Mistakes-Adventures/dp/173420740X Donate! https://www.paypal.com/donate/?business=9FHFLVDQ7ZRW8&no_recurring=0¤cy_code=USD Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

BREAKING NEWS: Scottie Scheffler arrested in Louisville NBA Playoff Update Schedule for the weekend NHL Playoff Update Schedule for the weekend NHL Awards College Lacrosse Womens NCAA quarterfinal scores and semifinal matchups Men's NCAA quarterfinal schedule NFL 2024 schedule release Women's College Basketball Iowa's Lisa Bluder retires College Football Storylines with 99 days until the start of the season Golf PGA Championship Leaderboard US Women's Open starts next week in Lancaster, PA Auto Racing "Fast Friday" at Indy Schedule for NASCAR's All-Star Weekend at North Wilkesboro WNBA Scores from the week Schedule for the weekend Thoughts on Caitlin Clark's first two games News/Notes Horse Racing 149th Preakness Stakes runs on Saturday Dubs/L's Show music by DJ Cam One: Twitter/Instagram DJ Cam One's label: Mysteryismusic.com Mysterysoundrecordings.bandcamp.com DJ Cam One on Spotify Cover art by Xclusive Packaging & Design: InstagramEmail: x.pac.design@gmail.com Your host Uncle Dub: Twitter/InstagramPodcast Instagram Untappd (Beer Check-in app): ItsUncle_Dub Email: sportswagonpodcast@gmail.com Check out the Bald Head Logic podcast co-hosted with DJ Cam One Please consider supporting the podcast: Buy Me a Coffee Send a voicemail, subscribe, rate and tell a friend about the show! Thank you for listening! --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/itsuncledub/message

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Are YOU ready for the Indy 500? We sure are and we're here to get you prepared for the greatest spectacle in racing!! From Quali to Fast Friday to the race itself, there's so much to look forward too. We're also here for your Push to Pass Gate Updates, Imola Track Stats and a lot more off topic conversations (but that's typical at Track Talk)

The St. Paul Center's daily scripture reflections from the Mass for Friday after Ash Wednesday by Dr. John Bergsma. Friday after Ash Wednesday, Day of Abstinence from Meat (Age 14 and Up) First Reading: Isaiah 58: 1-9a Responsorial Psalm: Psalms 51: 3-4, 5-6ab, 18-19 Verse Before the Gospel: Amos 5: 14 Gospel: Matthew 9: 14-15 Learn more about the Mass at www.stpaulcenter.com

The St. Paul Center's daily scripture reflections from the Mass for Friday after Ash Wednesday by Dr. John Bergsma. Friday after Ash Wednesday, Day of Abstinence from Meat (Age 14 and Up) First Reading: Isaiah 58: 1-9a Responsorial Psalm: Psalms 51: 3-4, 5-6ab, 18-19 Verse Before the Gospel: Amos 5: 14 Gospel: Matthew 9: 14-15 Learn more about the Mass at www.stpaulcenter.com

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When the energetic resonance of women's voices originate from deep within us, we speak our truth. According to Dr. Christine Page, and many others, this is the voice of the Womb. The Womb is the seat of feminine power and our source of intuition, knowing, and connection with the divine. When we speak from the throat, our voices become higher in pitch, wordy and brain-centered. When we speak from the Womb, our voices reverberate with the relationship-building power of the Sacral Chakra and we effortlessly magnetize attention to our message. Today I will be sharing from The Handbook of Women's Mysteries: Practices to Reclaim Our Ancient Gifts and Powers by Dr. Christine Page, my two-time podcast guest and beloved mentor. This handbook aims to unearth women's mysteries so they can be shared with women and girls everywhere. When women embrace their inner strengths, align to their natural rhythms and embody their creative powers, a new world of peace, cooperation, and abundance will be born. If you want more content on vocal power and the womb-space, you'll love the following episodes: ⁠25. The 3 Phases of the Feminine, Working with Triple Goddess Energy, Moon Cycles, and Entering into the Age of Aquarius with Dr. Christine Page 108. The Power of Your Voice: Developing Your Own Unique Soul Signature and Frequency for Improved Expression and Transformation with Holistic Voice Coach, Ruth Ratliff ⁠154. The Messages Of Who We Are: Discovering Astrological Cycles, Feminine Power and Energetic Precursors to Illness with Dr. Christine Page⁠ Subscribing and sharing your kind thoughts & feedback in a review on iTunes is the ultimate way to support Amy and help Awakening Aphrodite in everyone...so thank you in advance!:) You can find all things Amy at: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠amyfournier.com⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Jump on Amy's ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠email list⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠where she shares her personal stuff and her newest health and wellness tips and favorite products, classes, course and events updates. For special discounts on Amy's favorite products, visit her ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠estore⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠. We appreciate and encourage you to reach out and interact with us by leaving a comment, following and sharing the episodes at ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠@FitAmyTV⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ on IG and ⁠Amy Fournier ⁠on FB and remember, you can also watch the episodes on YouTube at ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Awakening Aphrodite Podcast/FitAmyTV⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠!

When the energetic resonance of women's voices originate from deep within us, we speak our truth. According to Dr. Christine Page, and many others, this is the voice of the Womb. The Womb is the seat of feminine power and our source of intuition, knowing, and connection with the divine. When we speak from the throat, our voices become higher in pitch, wordy and brain-centered. When we speak from the Womb, our voices reverberate with the relationship-building power of the Sacral Chakra and we effortlessly magnetize attention to our message. Today I will be sharing from The Handbook of Women's Mysteries: Practices to Reclaim Our Ancient Gifts and Powers by Dr. Christine Page, my two-time podcast guest and beloved mentor. This handbook aims to unearth women's mysteries so they can be shared with women and girls everywhere. When women embrace their inner strengths, align to their natural rhythms and embody their creative powers, a new world of peace, cooperation, and abundance will be born. If you want more content on vocal power and the womb-space, you'll love the following episodes: ⁠25. The 3 Phases of the Feminine, Working with Triple Goddess Energy, Moon Cycles, and Entering into the Age of Aquarius with Dr. Christine Page 108. The Power of Your Voice: Developing Your Own Unique Soul Signature and Frequency for Improved Expression and Transformation with Holistic Voice Coach, Ruth Ratliff ⁠154. The Messages Of Who We Are: Discovering Astrological Cycles, Feminine Power and Energetic Precursors to Illness with Dr. Christine Page⁠ Subscribing and sharing your kind thoughts & feedback in a review on iTunes is the ultimate way to support Amy and help Awakening Aphrodite in everyone...so thank you in advance!:) You can find all things Amy at: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠amyfournier.com⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Jump on Amy's ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠email list⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠where she shares her personal stuff and her newest health and wellness tips and favorite products, classes, course and events updates. For special discounts on Amy's favorite products, visit her ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠estore⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠. We appreciate and encourage you to reach out and interact with us by leaving a comment, following and sharing the episodes at ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠@FitAmyTV⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ on IG and ⁠Amy Fournier ⁠on FB and remember, you can also watch the episodes on YouTube at ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Awakening Aphrodite Podcast/FitAmyTV⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠!

When the energetic resonance of women's voices originate from deep within us, we speak our truth. According to Dr. Christine Page, and many others, this is the voice of the Womb. The Womb is the seat of feminine power and our source of intuition, knowing, and connection with the divine. When we speak from the throat, our voices become higher in pitch, wordy and brain-centered. When we speak from the Womb, our voices reverberate with the relationship-building power of the Sacral Chakra and we effortlessly magnetize attention to our message. Today I will be sharing from The Handbook of Women's Mysteries: Practices to Reclaim Our Ancient Gifts and Powers by Dr. Christine Page, my two-time podcast guest and beloved mentor. This handbook aims to unearth women's mysteries so they can be shared with women and girls everywhere. When women embrace their inner strengths, align to their natural rhythms and embody their creative powers, a new world of peace, cooperation, and abundance will be born. If you want more content on vocal power and the womb-space, you'll love the following episodes: ⁠25. The 3 Phases of the Feminine, Working with Triple Goddess Energy, Moon Cycles, and Entering into the Age of Aquarius with Dr. Christine Page 108. The Power of Your Voice: Developing Your Own Unique Soul Signature and Frequency for Improved Expression and Transformation with Holistic Voice Coach, Ruth Ratliff ⁠154. The Messages Of Who We Are: Discovering Astrological Cycles, Feminine Power and Energetic Precursors to Illness with Dr. Christine Page⁠ Subscribing and sharing your kind thoughts & feedback in a review on iTunes is the ultimate way to support Amy and help Awakening Aphrodite in everyone...so thank you in advance!:) You can find all things Amy at: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠amyfournier.com⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Jump on Amy's ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠email list⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠where she shares her personal stuff and her newest health and wellness tips and favorite products, classes, course and events updates. For special discounts on Amy's favorite products, visit her ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠estore⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠. We appreciate and encourage you to reach out and interact with us by leaving a comment, following and sharing the episodes at ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠@FitAmyTV⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ on IG and ⁠Amy Fournier ⁠on FB and remember, you can also watch the episodes on YouTube at ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Awakening Aphrodite Podcast/FitAmyTV⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠!

Are you enough? Are you complete? Are you embodied? As women in this society, feeling "complete" can be a rare occurrence. Our society fosters and feeds on our insecurities and our craving for MORE, which translates to more material items, more status, more money. But under all that, what is that MORE you are longing for? Dr. Christine Page, my two-time podcast guest and beloved mentor, wrote a book to address these issues women face today: The Handbook of Women's Mysteries: Practices to Reclaim Our Ancient Gifts and Powers. This handbook aims to unearth women's mysteries so they can be shared with women and girls everywhere. When women embrace their inner strengths, align to their natural rhythms and embody their creative powers, a new world of peace, cooperation, and abundance will be born. In today's Fast Friday, I will read to you from Dr. Page's list of the gifts of an embodied woman, which include... Loving and connecting Wisdom keeper Transformative powers Clear-sightedness Clearing emotions Birthing Mastering the power of our inner sexual serpent Inspirational insights Spiritual leaders If you love content on divine feminine energy, please check out the following episodes: 25. The 3 Phases of the Feminine, Working with Triple Goddess Energy, Moon Cycles, and Entering into the Age of Aquarius with Dr. Christine 124. Thriving in a World of GMOs: Essential Facts on the US Food Industry, Glyphosate, Allergies, Autism & Healing Your Gut with Zen Honeycutt, Activist & Founder of Moms Across America 154. The Messages Of Who We Are: Discovering Astrological Cycles, Feminine Power and Energetic Precursors to Illness with Dr. Christine Page 163. Fast Friday: Messages from the Divine Feminine Oracle of Mary Magdalene and Kali, Destroyer and Mother of the Universe Subscribing and sharing your kind thoughts & feedback in a review on iTunes is the ultimate way to support Amy and help Awakening Aphrodite in everyone...so thank you in advance!:) You can find all things Amy at: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠amyfournier.com⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Jump on Amy's ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠email list⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠where she shares her personal stuff and her newest health and wellness tips and favorite products, classes, course and events updates. For special discounts on Amy's favorite products, visit her ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠estore⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠. We appreciate and encourage you to reach out and interact with us by leaving a comment, following and sharing the episodes at ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠@FitAmyTV⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ on IG and ⁠Amy Fournier ⁠on FB and remember, you can also watch the episodes on YouTube at ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Awakening Aphrodite Podcast/FitAmyTV⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠!

The last episode of the Roughnecks Podcast for the year 2023! --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/roughneckspodcast/message Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/roughneckspodcast/support

Are you enough? Are you complete? Are you embodied? As women in this society, feeling "complete" can be a rare occurrence. Our society fosters and feeds on our insecurities and our craving for MORE, which translates to more material items, more status, more money. But under all that, what is that MORE you are longing for? Dr. Christine Page, my two-time podcast guest and beloved mentor, wrote a book to address these issues women face today: The Handbook of Women's Mysteries: Practices to Reclaim Our Ancient Gifts and Powers. This handbook aims to unearth women's mysteries so they can be shared with women and girls everywhere. When women embrace their inner strengths, align to their natural rhythms and embody their creative powers, a new world of peace, cooperation, and abundance will be born. In today's Fast Friday, I will read to you from Dr. Page's list of the gifts of an embodied woman, which include... Loving and connecting Wisdom keeper Transformative powers Clear-sightedness Clearing emotions Birthing Mastering the power of our inner sexual serpent Inspirational insights Spiritual leaders 25. The 3 Phases of the Feminine, Working with Triple Goddess Energy, Moon Cycles, and Entering into the Age of Aquarius with Dr. Christine 124. Thriving in a World of GMOs: Essential Facts on the US Food Industry, Glyphosate, Allergies, Autism & Healing Your Gut with Zen Honeycutt, Activist & Founder of Moms Across America 154. The Messages Of Who We Are: Discovering Astrological Cycles, Feminine Power and Energetic Precursors to Illness with Dr. Christine Page 163. Fast Friday: Messages from the Divine Feminine Oracle of Mary Magdalene and Kali, Destroyer and Mother of the Universe Subscribing and sharing your kind thoughts & feedback in a review on iTunes is the ultimate way to support Amy and help Awakening Aphrodite in everyone...so thank you in advance!:) You can find all things Amy at: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠amyfournier.com⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Jump on Amy's ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠email list⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠where she shares her personal stuff and her newest health and wellness tips and favorite products, classes, course and events updates. For special discounts on Amy's favorite products, visit her ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠estore⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠. We appreciate and encourage you to reach out and interact with us by leaving a comment, following and sharing the episodes at ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠@FitAmyTV⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ on IG and ⁠Amy Fournier ⁠on FB and remember, you can also watch the episodes on YouTube at ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Awakening Aphrodite Podcast/FitAmyTV⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠!

Hello! In today's special Christmas episode of FAST Friday, I'm excited to share with you some of my family's Christmas traditions.

What is the role of temptation in your life, and how do you relate to this beguiling force? Are you steering your life from your mind, or your heart? Today's Fast Friday is an interesting mix of both staying true to the established path and veering towards the heart's true desires. This episode is a fourth reference of Stacey Demarco's ⁠⁠⁠Goddesses and Sirens⁠⁠⁠ oracle cards, which are beautifully illustrated by Jimmy Manton. We will be learning about two iconic feminine forces: Athena, the goddess of strategy and wisdom, and the Sirens, the feminine forces of temptation. The lessons these goddesses have to offer us are essential for finding clarity on where we are headed in life. Athena drives from the mind and uses foresight and strategy to attain Her desired goals. The Sirens, on the other hand, draw sailors away from the planned path and into the watery depths of Their kingdom. We often hear of the positive aspects of Athena, and the negative aspects of the Sirens, but like everything in this world, these archetypes contain both light and darkness. They remind us that, as all goddess archetypes, their powerful essence is within us all, supporting the human capacity for great compassion and wisdom. If you enjoy learning about women of history and divine feminine icons, you won't want to miss... 191. Fast Friday: Helen of Troy & Joan d'Arc of Goddesses and Sirens⁠⁠ ⁠ 197. Fast Friday: Qetesh & Persephone of Goddesses and Sirens⁠ 201. Fast Friday: Kuan Yin and Hecate of Goddesses and Sirens Subscribing and sharing your kind thoughts & feedback in a review on iTunes is the ultimate way to support Amy and help Awakening Aphrodite in everyone...so thank you in advance!:) You can find all things Amy at: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠amyfournier.com⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Jump on Amy's ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠email list⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠where she shares her personal stuff and her newest health and wellness tips and favorite products, classes, course and events updates. For special discounts on Amy's favorite products, visit her ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠estore⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠. We appreciate and encourage you to reach out and interact with us by leaving a comment, following and sharing the episodes at ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠@FitAmyTV⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ on IG and ⁠Amy Fournier ⁠on FB and remember, you can also watch the episodes on YouTube at ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Awakening Aphrodite Podcast/FitAmyTV⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠!

What is the role of temptation in your life, and how do you relate to this beguiling force? Are you steering your life from your mind, or your heart? Today's Fast Friday is an interesting mix of both staying true to the established path and veering towards the heart's true desires. This episode is a fourth reference of Stacey Demarco's ⁠⁠⁠Goddesses and Sirens⁠⁠⁠ oracle cards, which are beautifully illustrated by Jimmy Manton. We will be learning about two iconic feminine forces: Athena, the goddess of strategy and wisdom, and the Sirens, the feminine forces of temptation. The lessons these goddesses have to offer us are essential for finding clarity on where we are headed in life. Athena drives from the mind and uses foresight and strategy to attain Her desired goals. The Sirens, on the other hand, draw sailors away from the planned path and into the watery depths of Their kingdom. We often hear of the positive aspects of Athena, and the negative aspects of the Sirens, but like everything in this world, these archetypes contain both light and darkness. They remind us that, as all goddess archetypes, their powerful essence is within us all, supporting the human capacity for great compassion and wisdom. If you enjoy learning about women of history and divine feminine icons, you won't want to miss... 191. Fast Friday: Helen of Troy & Joan d'Arc of Goddesses and Sirens⁠⁠ ⁠ 197. Fast Friday: Qetesh & Persephone of Goddesses and Sirens⁠ 201. Fast Friday: Kuan Yin and Hecate of Goddesses and Sirens Subscribing and sharing your kind thoughts & feedback in a review on iTunes is the ultimate way to support Amy and help Awakening Aphrodite in everyone...so thank you in advance!:) You can find all things Amy at: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠amyfournier.com⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Jump on Amy's ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠email list⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠where she shares her personal stuff and her newest health and wellness tips and favorite products, classes, course and events updates. For special discounts on Amy's favorite products, visit her ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠estore⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠. We appreciate and encourage you to reach out and interact with us by leaving a comment, following and sharing the episodes at ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠@FitAmyTV⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ on IG and ⁠Amy Fournier ⁠on FB and remember, you can also watch the episodes on YouTube at ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Awakening Aphrodite Podcast/FitAmyTV⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠!

I have a question... Where are the heroines? They're out there, but why aren't we hearing and learning about them and their stories? This question is a big part of my "why" behind the Awakening Aphrodite podcast. I NEED heroines and feminine role models to inspire and uplift my path to becoming all of who I am, and I believe we all share that in common! I am THRILLED to announce my upcoming online course on the four primary stages of Womanhood and the archetypes that guide each step. Feminine wisdom, guidance and power is medicine for the soul of our society and bringing Her to you is a true gift! In this episode we will explore... The monomyth of the Hero's journey and how differs from the Heroine's Journey The 8 stages of the Hero's Journey - a term coined by Joseph Campbell. A passage from “As Above So Below: Paths to Spiritual Renewal in Daily Life” by Ronald S. Miller that describes the challenges women face when tasked with fulfilling the typical Hero's journey A new path for women to follow that leaves them feeling fully balanced and whole. If you've put aside your passion for integrating spirituality, creativity, intellect, sexuality and intuition into your life, this episode is for you! Subscribing and sharing your kind thoughts & feedback in a review on iTunes is the ultimate way to support Amy and help Awakening Aphrodite in everyone...so thank you in advance!:) You can find all things Amy at: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠amyfournier.com⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Jump on Amy's ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠email list⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠where she shares her personal stuff and her newest health and wellness tips and favorite products, classes, course and events updates. For special discounts on Amy's favorite products, visit her ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠estore⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠. We appreciate and encourage you to reach out and interact with us by leaving a comment, following and sharing the episodes at ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠@FitAmyTV⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ on IG and ⁠Amy Fournier ⁠on FB and remember, you can also watch the episodes on YouTube at ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Awakening Aphrodite Podcast/FitAmyTV⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠!

I have a question... Where are the heroines? They're out there, but why aren't we hearing and learning about them and their stories? This question is a big part of my "why" behind the Awakening Aphrodite podcast. I NEED heroines and feminine role models to inspire and uplift my path to becoming all of who I am, and I believe we all share that in common! I am THRILLED to announce my upcoming online course on the four primary stages of Womanhood and the archetypes that guide each step. Feminine wisdom, guidance and power is medicine for the soul of our society and bringing Her to you is a true gift! In this episode we will explore... The monomyth of the Hero's journey and how differs from the Heroine's Journey The 8 stages of the Hero's Journey - a term coined by Joseph Campbell. A passage from “As Above So Below: Paths to Spiritual Renewal in Daily Life” by Ronald S. Miller that describes the challenges women face when tasked with fulfilling the typical Hero's journey A new path for women to follow that leaves them feeling fully balanced and whole. If you've put aside your passion for integrating spirituality, creativity, intellect, sexuality and intuition into your life, this episode is for you! Subscribing and sharing your kind thoughts & feedback in a review on iTunes is the ultimate way to support Amy and help Awakening Aphrodite in everyone...so thank you in advance!:) You can find all things Amy at: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠amyfournier.com⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Jump on Amy's ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠email list⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠where she shares her personal stuff and her newest health and wellness tips and favorite products, classes, course and events updates. For special discounts on Amy's favorite products, visit her ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠estore⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠. We appreciate and encourage you to reach out and interact with us by leaving a comment, following and sharing the episodes at ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠@FitAmyTV⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ on IG and ⁠Amy Fournier ⁠on FB and remember, you can also watch the episodes on YouTube at ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Awakening Aphrodite Podcast/FitAmyTV⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠!

In today's FAST Friday, I want to know: What are you passionate about? If your passion involves starting a non-profit, a crucial step to pursue that passion is obtaining your 501(c)(3) status.

How do compassion and wisdom show up in your life? Who are the Divine Feminine beings behind these good forces, and what are their shadow aspects? This episode is a third reference of Stacey Demarco's ⁠⁠Goddesses and Sirens⁠⁠ oracle cards, which are beautifully illustrated by Jimmy Manton. We will be learning about two feminine icons: Kuan Yin, the goddess of mercy and compassion, and Hecate, the goddess of the Crone/wise woman and the underworld. The lessons these goddesses have to offer us are essential for tending to ourselves and others with kindness, courage and fortitude. Kuan Yin reminds us to live with a gentle heart and consider another person's point of view and choose connection over separateness, while Hecate urges us to examine our darker aspects and trust that our path is illuminated from our light within. These goddesses represent two of the most beloved and feared faces of the Divine Feminine and remind us that, as all goddess archetypes, these powerful essences are within us all, supporting the human capacity for great compassion and wisdom. ENJOY! :) If you enjoy learning about women of history and divine feminine icons, you won't want to 191. Fast Friday: Helen of Troy & Joan d'Arc of Goddesses and Sirens⁠ or 197. Fast Friday: Qetesh & Persephone of Goddesses and Sirens Subscribing and sharing your kind thoughts & feedback in a review on iTunes is the ultimate way to support Amy and help Awakening Aphrodite in everyone...so thank you in advance!:) You can find all things Amy at: ⁠⁠⁠⁠amyfournier.com⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Jump on Amy's ⁠⁠⁠⁠email list⁠ ⁠⁠⁠where she shares her personal stuff and her newest health and wellness tips and favorite products, classes, course and events updates. For special discounts on Amy's favorite products, visit her ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠estore⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠. We appreciate and encourage you to reach out and interact with us by leaving a comment, following and sharing the episodes at ⁠⁠⁠⁠@FitAmyTV⁠⁠⁠⁠ on IG and ⁠Amy Fournier ⁠on FB and remember, you can also watch the episodes on YouTube at ⁠⁠⁠⁠Awakening Aphrodite Podcast/FitAmyTV⁠⁠⁠⁠!

Do you make your own pleasure a priority? Have you learned to embrace the ever-expanding-and-folding cycles of life? In today's episode, I will reference Stacey Demarco's ⁠Goddesses and Sirens⁠ oracle cards, which are beautifully illustrated by Jimmy Manton. We will be learning about two feminine icons: Qetesh, the Sumerian goddess of pleasure, and Persephone, Greek goddess of cycles. The lessons these goddesses have to offer us are fundamental to cultivating contentedness and peace in this lifetime. Qetesh urges us to actively seek and become aware of the obstacles to our pleasure. Persephone invites us to go with the flow and live in harmony with the cycles of life. How do these gentle reminders feel in your body? Are you open to inviting pleasure and cyclical energy into your life in a small or substantial way? If you enjoy learning about women of history and divine feminine icons, you won't want to miss the first episode of this Divine Essence Series, 191. Fast Friday: The Divine Feminine Essence Series: Helen of Troy & Joan of Arc Subscribing and sharing your kind thoughts & feedback in a review on iTunes is the ultimate way to support Amy and help Awakening Aphrodite in everyone...so thank you in advance!:) You can find all things Amy at: ⁠⁠⁠amyfournier.com⁠⁠⁠⁠ Jump on Amy's ⁠⁠⁠email list⁠ ⁠⁠where she shares her personal stuff and her newest health and wellness tips and favorite products, classes, course and events updates. For special discounts on Amy's favorite products, visit her ⁠⁠⁠⁠estore⁠⁠⁠⁠. We appreciate and encourage you to reach out and interact with us by leaving a comment, following and sharing the episodes at ⁠⁠⁠@FitAmyTV⁠⁠⁠ on IG and ⁠Amy Fournier ⁠on FB and remember, you can also watch the episodes on YouTube at ⁠⁠⁠Awakening Aphrodite Podcast/FitAmyTV⁠⁠⁠!

Did you know that we only have access to an estimated ONE PERCENT of all documented ancient historical traditions and spiritual practices? Stories and fables are much more convincing when there's no evidence to contradict them... Which is exactly why the Christian church destroyed ancient libraries, appropriated pagan holidays and gods and made it their global mission (literally) to subvert all pagan and indigenous cultural, spiritual and religious practices. Conveniently, the obliteration of pre-Christian artifacts, particularly in Europe, eliminated nearly all trace of female participation in religious traditions and spiritual leadership. The Way of the Priestess by Dr. Sarah Coxon helps us patch together the little evidence we do have of ancient priestesses, powerful female oracles and even poets who were once the respected bearers of connection between society and the divine. I hope this quick dip into the forgotten herstories of women as spiritual leaders brings you a breath of fresh perspective and adds a bounce of confidence to your step :) Subscribing and sharing your kind thoughts & feedback in a review on iTunes is the ultimate way to support Amy and help Awakening Aphrodite in everyone! You can find all things Amy at: ⁠⁠amyfournier.com⁠⁠⁠ Jump on Amy's ⁠⁠email list⁠ ⁠where she shares her personal stuff and her newest health and wellness tips and favorite products, classes, course and events updates. For special discounts on Amy's favorite products, visit her ⁠⁠⁠estore⁠⁠⁠. We appreciate and encourage you to reach out and interact with us by leaving a comment, following and sharing the episodes at ⁠⁠@FitAmyTV⁠⁠ on IG and ⁠Amy Fournier ⁠on FB and remember, you can also watch the episodes on YouTube at ⁠⁠Awakening Aphrodite Podcast/FitAmyTV⁠⁠

The truth is, everything has a shadow...even the "pure" concepts of beauty and bravery! How can we learn to embrace our shadows and integrate their wisdom into our lives? In today's episode, I will reference Stacey Demarco's Goddesses and Sirens oracle cards, which are beautifully illustrated by Jimmy Manton. We will be exploring two historical feminine icons: the beautiful Helen of Troy and the brave Joan of Arc. The historical accounts of these two women are mired in tragedy, and yet they continue to resonate through time and space as icons of beauty and faith. Helen of Troy was caught in an illusion of beauty that became more powerful than herself, and Joan of Arc's devout faith and audacious bravery became her downfall. Their stories remind us that beauty and faith can be easily misused and misinterpreted in their extreme forms. If you enjoy learning about women of history and divine feminine icons, please listen to my Divine Feminine Oracle Series that begins with Episode 163. Fast Friday: Messages from the Divine Feminine Oracle of Mary Magdalene and Kali, Destroyer and Mother of the Universe Subscribing and sharing your kind thoughts & feedback in a review on iTunes is the ultimate way to support Amy and help Awakening Aphrodite in everyone...so thank you in advance!:) You can find all things Amy at: ⁠⁠amyfournier.com⁠⁠⁠ Jump on Amy's ⁠⁠email list⁠ ⁠where she shares her personal stuff and her newest health and wellness tips and favorite products, classes, course and events updates. For special discounts on Amy's favorite products, visit her ⁠⁠⁠estore⁠⁠⁠. We appreciate and encourage you to reach out and interact with us by leaving a comment, following and sharing the episodes at ⁠⁠@FitAmyTV⁠⁠ on IG and ⁠Amy Fournier ⁠on FB and remember, you can also watch the episodes on YouTube at ⁠⁠Awakening Aphrodite Podcast/FitAmyTV⁠⁠!

Welcome back and happy Friday! As it so happens, today we will be talking about the Norse goddess Freya, Friday's namesake! But first, we will delve into the symbolism, significance and rich history of the Black Madonna. Also known as "Our Lady of the Hermits," the Black Madonna represents the power we all have to emerge from the darkness transformed, and the wisdom we can only accrue when we go through the often painful fires of transformation. She may represent a new awareness or consciousness towards the earth and our bodies and Her energy is very active in the collective consciousness right now. Can you feel it? Now, back to our powerful Freya, the Norse goddess associated with love, beauty, fertility, sex, war, gold, and "seiðr," or "magic for seeing and influencing the future." Freya supports our intuitive sense of discernment, which allows us to discern the most life-giving choice in each moment. Her message is: "I spent my time wisely, and I only say yes when it is a holy hell yes!" Do YOU know the difference between a small yes and a HOLY HELL YES? You are a priestess of your own fate. You get to choose the life you want and this happens by being fierce and warrior-like about what you want to say yes to! This is Part IV of a multi-part series on figures who represent divine femininity featuring the ⁠⁠Divine Feminine Oracle Cards ⁠⁠by Wall Street Journal Bestselling Author, Master of Divinity and profound feminist theologian, Meggan Watterson.  Like the powerhouse female icons and goddesses discussed in ⁠Episode 163⁠, ⁠Episode 166⁠, and Episode 176, the Black Madonna and Freya are two earthshaking embodiments of the Divine Feminine that all women need to be aware of because doing so can help tap into their abilities and essence within OURSELVES. These figures represent The Feminine in powerful, dynamic yet unique ways that are often not depicted in mainstream narratives. Remember: the Divine Feminine energy within us all is a force that can be as powerful as a tsunami or as soft as a lullaby. I believe the trick to embodying Her energy is to have the discretion to know WHEN the right time is for tapping into a selected aspect of her many faces and when to express more of the Divine Masculine in you - not an easy task I know! But don't worry, I'm here to help and that's what this show is all about! :) If you love to learn about historical and mythological goddess figures and are working to cultivate the multidimensional aspects of the Divine Feminine within yourself, please enjoy the following episodes 163. Fast Friday: Messages from the Divine Feminine Oracle of Mary Magdalene and Kali, Destroyer and Mother of the Universe, Part I 166. Fast Friday: Messages from the Divine Feminine Oracle of Lilith, the First Woman and Isis, Goddess of Magic, Part II 176. Fast Friday: Messages from the Divine Feminine Oracle of Sekhmet, the Red Woman and Diana, Goddess of the Wilderness, Part III 177. The Connection Between Nature and Numerology Subscribing and sharing your kind thoughts & feedback in a review on iTunes is the ultimate way to support Amy and help Awakening Aphrodite in everyone...so thank you in advance!:) You can find all things Amy at: ⁠⁠amyfournier.com⁠⁠⁠ Jump on Amy's ⁠⁠email list⁠ ⁠where she shares her personal stuff and her newest health and wellness tips and favorite products, classes, course and events updates. For special discounts on Amy's favorite products, visit her ⁠⁠⁠estore⁠⁠⁠. We appreciate and encourage you to reach out and interact with us by leaving a comment, following and sharing the episodes at ⁠⁠@FitAmyTV⁠⁠ on IG and ⁠Amy Fournier ⁠on FB and remember, you can also watch the episodes on YouTube at ⁠⁠Awakening Aphrodite Podcast/FitAmyTV⁠⁠!

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What do you do first thing in the morning? Do you hit the snooze button? Scroll through social media or check emails? Do you have a morning routine? Research has shown that a morning routine has the ability to increase happiness, reduce procrastination, boost confidence, and improve overall performance. The most successful people in the world recognize the benefits of this practice and stick to it no matter how busy they are. Your morning routine doesn't have to be long and elaborate to work its magic! In today's Fast Friday, I will share an excerpt from Tools of Titans by Tim Ferriss⁠ that describes Tony Robbins' personal morning routine. Here is the outline, which I will explain in detail: Feel gratitude for three things Focus on the feeling and presence of god Visualize three things you're going to make happen today! I will also be sharing some personal anecdotes about the busy phases of life, the importance of taking a few minutes each day to connect with nature, and the difference between attracting your desired outcome versus utilizing the law of resonance. Subscribing and sharing your kind thoughts & feedback in a review on iTunes is the ultimate way to support Amy and help Awakening Aphrodite in everyone...so thank you in advance!:) You can find all things Amy at: ⁠⁠amyfournier.com⁠⁠⁠ Jump on Amy's ⁠⁠email list⁠ ⁠where she shares her personal stuff and her newest health and wellness tips and favorite products, classes, course and events updates. For special discounts on Amy's favorite products, visit her ⁠⁠⁠estore⁠⁠⁠. We appreciate and encourage you to reach out and interact with us by leaving a comment, following and sharing the episodes at ⁠⁠@FitAmyTV⁠⁠ on IG and ⁠Amy Fournier ⁠on FB and remember, you can also watch the episodes on YouTube at ⁠⁠Awakening Aphrodite Podcast/FitAmyTV⁠⁠!

You know that feeling when you're frustrated, absolutely at the end of your rope and on the verge of throwing up your hands and giving up? Or perhaps you're an occasional procrastinator and have experienced the terror of a seemingly insurmountable to-do list that you can't bring yourself to face quite yet… I think we ALL know those feelings all too well! What if the simple answer to handling these daily challenges and frustrations with ease and grace was… priming your state? In the Tools of Titans by Tim Ferriss, Tony Robbins is quoted as asking: “Is this really a problem I need to think my way out of, or is it possible I just need to adjust my biochemistry?” In a frustrated or low-vibrational emotional state, we only see problems, not solutions. Robbins' cure for this is to change your biochemistry, or “prime your state.” And guess what? It's SIMPLE! In this episode I'll share several easy examples that you can do right now to switch up your mindset, raise your vibration and transform your energy for your next task at hand. Happy Friday! Subscribing and sharing your kind thoughts & feedback in a review on iTunes is the ULTIMATE way to support me and help me bring Awakening Aphrodite to you so thank you in advance!:) Jump on Amy's email list for her personal updates and tips and leave a comment or follow at @FitAmyTV. Find out more at amyfournier.com and watch this episode on YouTube at Awakening Aphrodite Podcast/FitAmyTV! For special discounts on Amy's FAVORITE products, visit her estore.

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