One Thing Leads to Another Spoken Word (Salvation remix) (C) 2026

 

Did I ever tell you about the time I escaped going to jail? I escaped by Spiritual Intervention?  

Yes God IS real!

 

There I was in the back of this police car thinking to myself, "How did I get here?"  On the way to that small four cornered room; I looked out of the back window and saw three phantoms rise form the world wind hitting the inside of a triangle of two invisible fourth walls. Man drugs will take you to a place you really don’t wanna go like a possession that is similar to being in the backseat of a police car going to a place you don’t wanna go while you hear that song over the radio by the fix “One Thing Leads To Another.” Make you do things you thought you would never do.

                                   The FUTURE is just a Series of CHOICES. 

 

Earlier: 

I was outside of the cemetery gates. I opened up my energy drink "Planchette Energy." First the precipitation comes. Releasing the spirit. When the spirit is released, there is a wind that will rustle through the leaves showing you the path. Also you'll hear a strange humming. These are the signs that show you where you'll be a channel.

 In that spot I hit my drum with my foot in that special way to be in sync with her fading heart beats.

And I played my guitar to be in sync with the creatures of the night.                                       

 

                                                                But then I was interrupted

by sirens, and flashy red, white, and blue lights.

 

As I quickly dismantled my camera from the tripod, I found what appeared to be a wedding ring coming from the ancient dirt that used to be mud covered by haunted waters of that ancient flood. This was when before the nephilim and the fallen were were forced into being disembodied souls.

 

I entered into a black door way that was two lines connected at the top by half moon. Blink your eyes and sometimes. Yes sometimes you come to on another side you never expected.

Like a small room with walls that make me wonder if they were ever clean. Our words represented our energies that bounced off of the inner triangles of the four walls.

Sergeant Lott asked me what I was doing in the cemetery:

“Gave Up The Ghost.”

"What are you implying? When was the last time you used drugs and alcohol? What do you mean 'Gave Up The Ghost?' Why are you desecrating the dead?"

He lit a cigarette and I watched the smoke stand still in the air forming specters.  Perhaps giving a representation of what was left behind…

She left the house. Wasn’t there when he came back.

                                                           

At the same time

        perhaps

 in a different place: 

 

After i 

took the ring out of my pocket and handed it to him across the table; I saw that look in his eyes. A peace of Sergeant Lott went over his face. The wrinkles that seemed to be the stitches that kept the paper thin skin on his skull seemingly disappeared. His face got fuller. 

He couldn't hide behind guilt and fear any longer. His tears fell-a release of those years of pain. 

He left the room with his cigarette still burning in the ashtray. 

 Sergeant Lott reentered the room and handed me a Bible.

"You Should Protect Yourself."

"You are free to go now."

 

Do you remember  

how

 old you were when you were shown how to trace your hands?  Did it give u a sense of control?

 I do not remember how old I was when I was shown how to trace my hands. I do remember my traced hands were cut out on construction paper; then was shaped into a bird. I also remember it being so magical seeing two hands forming a bird in The Light's shadow these same two hands                                                                                       come together during prayer.             

Some time ago, more recent than childhood, I became obsessed with tracing my hands on pieces of paper. Peace of Mind Piece of Mind Mind of Peace Here. Hear.  But Somewhere else.         

      Worlds: words within words.

          Words: worlds within worlds.

                Some Time Ago...

                        Circles and Spheres.

One day an obsession came and started Tracing my hands.

Then came the day when I just decided to place my hand on the cover of that Bible. I closed my eyes. Then I inhaled slowly; thinking of all my problems/conflicts, wanting some sort of sign to ensure that I'd be okay. Next I opened the Bible, started turning pages hoping something would guide me.

                                            HELD MY BREATH.

                                            -EXHALED SLOWLY-

                                              halfway   

                                                   I 

                                              opened                                                                                                                                                      my eyes. Stopped          

                    "Breathe God In. Breathe The World Out."

                                                                         turning                                                                                                                                                                          The Pages. 

 

Perhaps that same finger that told me to be silent, pointed to those words: