To those that know me, I am almost never down. I’m one of those upbeat, happy people. You know, the ones that drive you crazy with their positive attitude and glass is half full drivel. Sometimes you want to punch me in the face, I am so happy. 

So after a pretty incredible unshakable upswing last week while prepping Homecoming and entertaining a very incredible woman from out of town, I was laid low by the party and the girl going away. On a scale of 1-10 of depressed, i would say it was a 3. No tears, really. But I was just a little bummed, on that verge. Now that for me is pretty big. About as bummed as I have been in a year. 

I am all about climbing out of muck. It’s kind of my thing.  It’s nice, too, when my world supports this plan. So yesterday I spent the day at my Cabin, my favorite place on Earth. I came home and dressed it up a little and went down to The Edison where my good friends at Lucent Dossier were performing (as they do every Wednesday now). As I walked up from my rockstar parking spot, Y2 was in the process of being escorted in by one of the nicest bouncers I’ve ever seen. I bypassed the line and went into my new favorite night spot in Los Angeles. Surrounded by friends and beautiful clowns I had the most amazing time. And without a doubt, it is the most brilliantly decorated space in the city. I love it there. How do I become a member? It seems as if there should be a speakeasy kind of membership. 

And they have this boiler room. They ahve made it into this tea room. Last week Erin was in there giving handmade  chocolate and tea. This week, it was the dead letter office. Very official and perfect. So as we filled out the proper forms and our signatures were stamped in triplicate, she gave me my lost letter. I somehow knew it was a love letter. That’s what I really needed that night. 

My Peach, 

I love you so. Let me count the ways. 

 

1. Your kind heart. 
2. Your wicked sense of humor. 
3. Your generous nature. 
4. Your dashing good looks. 
5. Your sharp taste in clothing. 
6. Your ability to love unconditionally. 

 

 Please be my Valentine. <3

XOXOX

Buttercup

How did this Buttercup know?  A perfect missive really. Thank you Erin, Dana and Lucent Dossier. You got me out of my funk with a little play.  I think I am going to frame it. 

I finished the night off by getting Wolfie a little loopy from an Absinthe healing potion (red bottles are always healing) and then wandered off to Fred 62 for a late night conversation about economic collapse, bug-out bags together, how a $700 billion bailout will cause massive inflation, what kind of bullets to buy, getting out of the throwing underground party business, investing in silver coins because they are most portable, predicting when and if things will get really bad,  and general practical guy shit.  Godsdamn, I love that guy. A truer friend, I have never known. 

I love my life. It is so ridiculous. I can’t even be miserable for a whole week. It’s silly.

Why are we here guys? Is it to have a career? Is it to have a relationship? Is it to be healthy, or rich, or good?Is it to throw a good party, or dance your ass off?   What is our path and why do we walk it?  Why exist?

Hanging out with Rif always gives me an interesting perspective on life. It is good to be reminded sometimes of who you can be and who you are. Rif’s worldview sees the world as an epic battlefield where angels are constantly doing battle with the dark forces of the universe. I relate. I often see myself as channeling some higher, perfected power. It’s always fun to run with others who can see themselves in a similar light. I like being an angel. It works. 

We humans are uniquely equipped to create our reality. We tell ourselves about how the world is constantly. We blog, creating the universe as we go. The way the world “is” is directly related to how we keep saying it is. If god is some vengeful landlord, we will find proof for that. If our landlord is a big jerk who never does any repairs, surprise! it’s true! if people all lie, it seems to us that no one tells the truth. If I can do no wrong, then… It just goes on an on.  Of course it is my belief that the stories we tell ourselves create our reality, so there you go. True for me. 

So what if we ourselves that it is divinely inspired, that some higher power guides us, elevating us.  What if those moments when we are most alive are those moments when the veil is thinnest between that angelic self and our Malkuthian earth bodies. I hung out with people who fly last night. I met angels who fed me chocolate and tea.  I connected with old friends in a different time. The barriers between the worlds get thinner when there are more of us gathering together.  I always have fun when I get to adventure with Rif. 

This is why we gather.  All that energy and self expression, it feeds that spiritual well. We gather together and we can draw from it so easily.  Don’t you feel more alive when surrounded by the friends who you love and admire. Focus that. 

This weekend, you will see your people. Decom, Homecoming, Space Island (although, I for obvious reasons prefer you come to Homecoming, so I can see you), or wherever you are, and it is up to you to elevate it. Find your highest self. Find the highest self in others. Connect with that. Play together. Find those young angels inside these adults with jobs and lovers and worries. Join together and find yourselves in dance and laughter and magic. It’s up to you. Lets show this city what happens when gods, goddesses, angels, demons, monsters and faeries gather together in the heart and elevate it. This weekend, lets burn our own man away, and leave only the highest within.

See you there. It’s up to you.