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karma, faith and other goodies

September 14, 2021 Posted by the writer

The twelve year anniversary of FollowMeToNYC is upon us blahg family. Every annual milestone of this site has meant something to me.

Isn’t it beautiful how the years drift by?

Once I got to New York City and my daily updates subsided, it’s not like life stopped. On the contrary, I was in my early 30’s, smack dab in the centre of midtown Manhattan, making more money than I ever actually thought about before.

Things took off in wild, wonderful ways… with heaps of shit happenings amongst the occurrences. And since I never cared for the blahg to be boo-hoo central, most of that I kept to myself.

Most of it…

Also within these pages is my constant reiteration of managing karmic occurrences and my unwavering faith. The gratitude oozing in my veins toward these realities while I’m spinning in my current “reality” is a couple books deep.

I enjoy being multifaceted. At the risk of coming off as an elitist, I feel like a majority of human beings are quite one-dimensional. That’s not a dig at humanity, simply one small view.

I have a lot of views…

Alas, my personal views pertaining to karma and faith are what’s kept me straight and were miraculously instilled in me since landing on this planet. We aren’t talking religious faith, I have a Heathen podcast after all.

I’ve never had anything to prove to anyone. I’ve been around the world, lived long enough to comment and have gracefully confirmed that intuition is the greatest gift you’ve got. If you haven’t quite harnessed yours yet, practice.

The collection of creatures I’ve rolled with more than a couple of times will likely recall my life rant around, “I don’t care where I am, it’s who I’m with.

I’m finally with who I spent my life trying to find. I can’t explain the sensation of honest destiny manifesting in the shape I’m presently residing in.

… I’m writing about it though. Trust and believe. x

a week ago today

February 17, 2021 Posted by the writer

I met the love of my life.

It’s hectic…

It’s really amazing how everything full circle vibes when you let life just fall around you.

I met someone with viney, ocean eyes.

And we’ve been inseparable ever since.

Nick Snider is not an asshole

October 23, 2020 Posted by the writer

Nick Snider really wants to be an asshole.

I understand for me to even mention that name makes no sense, and I couldn’t agree more. I have no idea who that is.

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tapping tonight

October 1, 2020 Posted by the writer

I’m at another random bar with another random stranger wearing your pants, no panties, and waiting to bleed.

I wonder if he can smell it…

(more…)

my best friend is sick

September 16, 2020 Posted by the writer

Jose is in the hospital with septic shock. David and I have been on the phone discussing a million different ways to say, “You got this…”

You got this…

Quite a few heads came around here yesterday to read my This is Paris review where I mentioned some traumatic shit I was hit with a few years back.

Yesterday I was discussing with my psychologist certain things about me that changed after all that went down. We’re all changing every day as fluid creatures, some things leave more of a scar.

Anyways, I was telling her about how since the cops jumped me, I’ve been much more in tune with trauma in general. Not just mine, but everyone’s, all over the world.

When you survive something a bit extraordinary to what’s average, you look at the world differently I suppose.

Jose has already survived major lung surgery. He was fighting strep throat with one lung when shit turned from there. He’s in the hospital right now on the westside of Manhattan fighting for his life.

No one can visit him because of corona fever. I can’t even send flowers.

After the NYPD tried to kill me, the courts criticised me for going on with my life. Like, since I refused to allow a couple of NYPD c*nts destroy my life, that meant everything was fine.

Let me tell you, I refuse to let anything break my spirit, ever. I was raised like that. It’s a massive factor of what makes me.

That said, Jose being unwell is giving me a bit of a broken heart beating. I’m going to send him more texts, tell him I love him and send whatever vibes I can to the other side of the world to get him better.

I believe your spirit and soul can heal no matter what. It’s part of what I’m trying to learn to guide others with using Art and, naturally, Writing.

But human bodies can be a real drag. I’m going to go trance out and send my homie light. He’s fighting now in a way none of us could imagine. TBH it dwarfs anything I’ve ever been through. Real talk.

Cross your fingers for us.

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