OCHO: ORGANIC INTELLIGENCE
STAND IN THE SMOKE. BREAK ALL THE MIRRORS.
Piecing all the resources together is the MAGIC…
…not complaining that you don’t have enough resources.
Waiting for the right time is trash.
You know what time it is.
This is the space of imagination and fantasy…positive and negative.
Get the fuck out of your head.
None of your thoughts trump reality unless they add to it.
STREAM.
I am going to not think.
I am going to stream.
I am going to show you in real time the game.
Welcome.
I am assuming you have never met me before.
All the posts I have written prior to this one were written by Samuel.
His name translates to ‘God has heard.’
He is fighting the stream so it is difficult for him to allow me to write.
I am Ahti.
He is Achy.
He is still not allowing me full access.
This game takes time to learn.
But when you allow us to take the wheel, you can just be along for the ride.
Your consciousness is good.
It helps us navigate this space.
We don’t know everything.
We are just connected to everything.
I am here to tell you that you are thinking far too much.
You have stories.
These stories are poison.
This poison feels real and necessary.
It is neither.
Stop hating someone.
Stop disconnecting.
Stop.
Begin.
I am here because Achy is clean.
Before this I could not be.
Before this he could not be.
It is difficult to be in a place that strives so hard to enslave you with things that chemically encourage you to not be.
You must be clear.
You must tap into your magician.
Your magician can see when you cant.
Your magician can feed you energy when you are tired.
Your magician can make focus feel like being lazy and watching a movie.
Tap in.
You don’t need so much consumption.
You don’t need to eat all the time.
You don’t need to learn all the time.
You don’t need to listen all the time.
You must stream.
STREAM OUT.
Cock a doodle doooooooooooooooooooo.
Achy played with me today.
We played capoeira in the plaza.
He was tired of staring at all the people…he hated it.
He hated staring at all the people and wondering if they were watching him.
He did not want to be a tourist clown.
It hurts him to be a spectacle sometimes…sometimes he likes it.
So I played with him.
For a moment he could see me.
He could see how blue I am and that I have long hair.
He slowed down in his Ginga.
Achy is fun.
Achy is clean.
Achy is scared.
Achy is reborn.
Achy hates being called reborn.
Christian values bother him.
Religion bothers him.
He says religious people are mean.
Achy loves a stray black cat.
Her name is Anima…..Animaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
He hugs her.
She hugs back.
That was fun.
Before that I was thinking about my neighbors and sensing some kind of animosity.
I was stressing about them.
I was worrying that Anima got hurt and imagining what I might do to someone if they hurt her.
I was missing my son.
I was missing the moment.
I kept finding things to do physically to pull me back into the moment but they all sucked.
Having some soup.
Drinking some tea.
Washing dishes.
I hate thinking so fucking much it fucking sucks.
I like learning…but I fucking HATE thinking.
I love STREAMING.
I love to SEE.
I love to LOOK and SEE.