Hey there.

My life is very strange. I’m not really sure whether to tell you how I see the world sometimes, but the best people are always a little crazy.

I survived everything from a shitty middle class neglectful childhood, to a vacant adulthood in and out of college. To Rainbow Gathering, Jail, Homelessness, and back.

I have lived through what might have been my personal heaven, and my personal hell. I have had to break my mind in some pretty intense ways, sober, while my body was running on stress and adrenaline alone, to make sense of the experiences I was having. I have had to live every moment of my life like what I really wanted out of it was on the other side of a wall.

Sometimes they’re real. Concrete things that you can touch and interact with.

Other times they’re these abstract ideas that things are better than they are, and things can’t really be that bad, can they?

I’ve seen what it’s like on both sides of these walls. As a participant. As a witness. As a guard. I can not express the ways I’ve tried to ask for help to get across whatever gap, be it up or down.

I cannot reach the whole way myself. I cannot be the only person who feels this way. I cannot do this alone.

As a species we can do better than this. I don’t have all the answers. I just have a pretty weird plan to try. And I just kinda need the right people to notice me so we can talk.

That’s where you are the character. You’re a part of my viewers, and we know how powerful a tool video media can be.

Let’s talk, okay? Here’s what I had in mind.

**Please allow me to manifest a loving god.**

I am on the same side as my reflection.

I am on the same side as my shadow.

I am on the same side as my Senses, Memory, and Past.

Our goal is to manifest a future. Our goal is to manifest peace.

We can only do this together.

When our message can have enough reach.

I don’t know what happened to “family”.

And I don’t know what happened to “friend”.

But the way this looks to keep going,

We are facing a world ending trend.

The point of the message is hopeful, because a message that is heard is a prayer.

Because what drove me to this was my mother, ignoring a plea to stop fighting by the stairs.

What happens when our childhood relationship with “other” is defined by fighting? We grow up into broken, shattered adults who depend on that to survive. What happens when you teach any powerful person that kind of conflict resolution? He has to have some kind of powerful adversary to really get the message.

I just, really want to point out that it shouldn’t take manifesting a god to really earn the love of a parent. Whether you’re the president or some disabled kid from Upper Darby.

Come on guys. Please engage me. I want to fix shit.

**We gotta do better than this, and it really isn’t that hard to do.**