Psychedelic Psyche

psy·che1/ˈsīkē/noun

  1. the human soul, mind, or spirit. “their childhood made them want to understand the human psyche and to help others”

Conversations with Hasheesh were always illuminating even when they were dark

Spark Spark goes his lighter

His psychedelic psyche pilots the high

Sometimes it’s a time machine and to the past he goes

Sometimes it’s too another dimension

And his forehead glows

I listen deeply and understand more and more what his old soul came here for

Angel on his right shoulder

Devil on the left

Conversations with Hasheesh were always illuminating even when they were dark

Tunes featuring the voice of Hasheesh :

https://music.apple.com/us/album/time-machine/1410781105?i=1410781113

https://music.apple.com/us/album/superstar/1410781105?i=1410781119

Image: collage and hand drawing by me from like… 2017

User not Lost

She fell backwards into anonymity

Unreachable (to some)

Unidentifiable (mask on)

Slightly traceable ( she never hid)

Who she is doesn’t matter

Who she isn’t doesn’t matter either

She was sent here for a purpose

The drama and the bullshit – not it

God whispered instructions into her right ear

Clear and realigned it was time

Angels surrounded her -even on the dark days

Especially on dark days

She said thank you one more time

And fell backwards into anonymity

Midnight Mauraderin’ for everyone/ every one

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PJZJqlexc40&list=PLWbfSrjgisO8TZxuJcd1Q4xeeH8zUsPM2

https://music.apple.com/us/album/midnight/265670545?i=265670570

”Just drop us a pin.”

they pulled up in the dead of night with love and empathy for everyone

night work

light work

God sent

hell-bent on making you remember that you are heaven-sent

built for more you are

one of God’s brilliant stars

cosmically created

you are enough

they pulled up in the dead of night with love and empathy for every one

Used to be

we sit side by side crisscross applesauce at the back of the room

i used to be a romantic she says as the smoke curls around her head

dead hearted

hollow chested

echoing words

listening quietly i try not to swat at the smoke

understanding that this feeling that she is feeling just needs time and healing

i join her in her darkness with my tiny light

hold my hand i say

don’t start that goofy holistic shit says my dead hearted friend

this makes me laugh and she half smiles

hand still outstretched

she takes it

tears stream down her face as she ashes into the potted plants

holding hands we sit side by side crisscross applesauce at the back of the room

Governing Body

I take that whole govern yourself accordingly shit seriously.

I know that my present moment responses will directly affect my future…

I move slower than my patience can handle sometimes – but I see the lesson in this too; I am building patience muscle.

My slow movement is so that I can give myself time to think and feel and then move deeper than those thoughts and feelings because inspired action infused with love comes from somewhere deeper- somewhere more in line with who God created us to be.

I know that it will get easier and more automatic to respond from a higher vibration place no matter who or what I encounter.

Mind still

Body still

Spirit move

Govern yourself accordingly Tiffany and remember you are supported.

Connected and protected