We (If TJ Can Do It)

Solid matter is a matter of force-fed constructs

And inexplicable science stuff

Stuck together

To validate PhDs, MD’s and Mp3’s

And whatever other letters exist to let you know

That you don’t know.

Oscillating energy grids,

Within oscillating energy grids,

That shuffle and skid

With varied velocities.

Your entire being,

Body, brain, soul if you please,

Is comprised of a series of

Nonlocally prescribed energetic configurations

Which coalesce and release

With precise timing and particular speed,
Possessing the ability to promote or deplete

One another.

Consciousness

Is an extraordinarily complex

System of energy sets,

Interacting within fluctuating

States of motion and rest.

The present moment

Is God;

Restful divinity,

Inactive infinity

With an affinity for creation.

Alpha, Omega,

The Absolute.

Location: Extraneous.

Timing: Moot.

Fundamental power,

Primal force

With elemental prowess and the

Ability to inform you

Of itself.

Your mind

Is a congregation

Of electrostatic fields

Which yield

Cleverly crafted atmospheres,

Decentralized dreams,

And earthy reprieves,

All of which you may perceive

Dependent upon your frequency

And ability to believe

In their existence.

Why then,

Do we continue to swim,

Upstream,

Towards a finish line we’ll never reach

In a river we don’t recognize

That will spit us into an ocean

The depths of which we cannot cognize

Where we’ll be expected to swim again -

Instead of just doing what we comfortably can?

None among us is intended to struggle.

We’re not meant to juggle

Rising cortisol levels and constricted blood vessels

Or wrestle with fatigue and grief

And fictitious demons that assault our belief

In ourselves and

Impede our ability to snuggle up to one another

And take cover

In our unity.

Eighty percent of the human race is malfunctioning.

If you’re unacquainted with exertion,

Show up.

Carry the load for those of us

Who are weary and mind-fucked.

Buckle up,

Because we’re all in this together;

Tethered by qubits

That perpetually transmit signals

Whether or not we intend upon it.

Subsequently, when you, too, must sit

You will find reciprocation.

We are one, single amalgamation,

Unified body,

Connected nation,

And if you cannot rise to the occasion

Please forthrightly announce the cessation

Of your willingness to see value in all of creation.

Then,

Acquiesce to our right

To release you with love,

Rendering the reality

In which you resided,

Dissolved.

I guess what I’m saying

Is if that’s how you’re playing

Maybe stop conveying that you’re not.

Because at a time when we must

Reassess our ammunition

And understand the provisions

With which we must make do

We’re counting on you

To be your best self.

We’re all just doing our best.

Your best is different than your neighbor’s,

So please keep your eyes on your own paper.

Don’t worry about who did what

And, probably,

Just shut the fuck up about it,

Because you’re causing friction

In transmissions

And scrambling our collective signal.

Perhaps that part was over the top,

But the flow of the infinite doesn’t stop.

As I try to keep up

Words erupt

And stream and fly,

And honestly, if TJ can narrate his actual brain activity,

Why can’t I?

I made this note to tell you what I’m trying to do.

I made it to say I love you.

I made it to say that we are too divided.

Whatever you are holding,

Drop it.

Whatever you are carrying,

Let it go.

Whatever you are burying
With varying depths

And tarrying on with

Amid trifling success,

Lay it down.

It’s taking up space between us,

And we can’t afford any.

Fuck anything you were thinking today,

That had even the inkling

Of the cliché way

We justify outrageous displays of separation.

This ship is sinking.

All hands on deck.

Think love.

Act love.

Be.

Love.

Be committed;

Not to being better

Or perfect;

Pick a pursuable goal,

And work it.

Make choices that rewire your circuits,

Being so aligned with who you are.

Be present,

Lap it up like it isn’t renewable.

Make connections.

Lock eyes.

Catalyze supersymmetric allies.

Every encounter is formulized,

And so, we must hedge our bets.

Keep your signal clear.

Be so still that you appear

A holographic version of yourself -

Far removed from fear,

Insincere sentiments,

And tenements of catastrophe,

Empathetic atrophy,

And practically delusional audacity -

Because you are.

You are made of light,

And your plight is not unseen

By the myriad of beautiful beings

That surround you.

We’re with you.

We’re in it.

We will roll up behind you in a fierce fucking minute

When you spin out of orbit

And trip up and slip

Into previous iterations of your Self.

It’s called kinship.

We’re here.

We love you.