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5/14/19
Coyote Tricked
Hummingbird kissed my cheeck
DOLPHIN is the DOOR
Snail is the mathematical
law of perfection
I spent the last day in Malibu
Silent
Bounded by walls
"Reap what you sew"
Finally found out why
certain palm trees look naked
I was diving into the flat fields with the ocean off to my left
the mountains and their feet sneaking up on my to the right
Oh Mount of MAGU
you hold many tests for me I bet
Blasting annie Lennox
"Little Bird"
Fog setting
settiling
sitting
and sifting all around me
I was the bird
in the clouds
Flying after a morning mist
I took DAVID's BMW
without his permission
Though I was on my way to the nearest gas station
8 miles out
Nearest one open at 3 am in MALIBU
I think I am heading directly toward military AIR FORCE BASE
I see in the distance red, orange, yellow, ORA around the FOG
Its round my 11"o'clock
I am exhausted
I feel like I am listening
To the elders of the CHUMASH
long ago chanting in my ear
I approaching the INTIATION
THEY INTRODUCE THEMSELVES
THEY INTRODUCE THEIR TRIBE
THEY INVITE THEMSELVES TO BE WITH ME
Shamanic drumms
play instantly after
Annie Lennox
on the cell phone
hooked up to the car
I get scared
I realize I am approaching their ceremonial
gathering groung
The present day chumash nation
As
I
get
closer in the BMW now slowing down ....
I see hundred of torches
drawing a circle
A very large circle
WITH FLAMES THAT WHERE HUGE
As If it were being used to
shoot out a canon in battle
in the middle of the ground their was an opening
nothing else was around
wide vast field
with ocean way out in the distance
mountains on the right
and the fires of the torches
illuminating for miles the
uninhabited sky
Nothing else but the road
and myself were interrupting the frequency
The circle was massive
as I approach almost now perfectly parallel
The clouds began to move into EAGLE
A giant wing span cloacked itself over
the car
the edges of its outline were illuminated by the fire
below
The black and dark grey smoke
contrasted the feathers and shaped the face
As I look up
This was no fog
formation
EAGLE HAD VISITED ME
THIS TIME IT WAS WATCHING OVER ME
as if to say
"You have a choice to make
I will stand by in case you
make the right one"
I turned my head back to the road, and there was in front of me
A RAINBOW of a highway
It was pitch black all around me...
How are the coros so rich
I was driving through holy ground
I felt like a river
flowing up the mountain
carried by the
surprise of my own
undoing
I slammed on the BREAKS
It was old man coyote
It was there I imeediately knew
The man in which I had grown to
Love was
JOKER TRICKSTER
DECEIT
IN HIS WAYS
But there will be
magic in my life
