Ishtar de Lotus - Soul Synergies

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This is an older version book.
This work has kept me alive since 1998🙏🏼

Day 4 (for April) "ALOHA"

Guess how small this one actually is?
Reusing the back of an opened envelope

"Somewhere... INTO the Rainbow"
"Color wheel Basics"
"Tread Lightly"

3 january 2022

Day 3 (for March) “Hand some”

Handy
Hand it Over
Hand-i-work
Hand me downs
Gotta Hand it to ‘Em
Empty Handed

Day 2 (for February) “K.I.S.S.”

(Keep It Simple Sweetheart)
or “Modus”

Day 1 (for January) “HUMOR”

(Squaring the Circle🔆)
Screenshots from video clip
Layout app

ARK (of the covenant)
*cover placeholder*

What does it mean to be in love?
Do I know how to love?
My mother survived me, and all kinds of era-expected duties, but is that love?
My dad just competed against me for my mother's attention, and used us kids as an excuse to get pity or pride from other resources. That is definitely Not love, psycho jerk. Yeah sometimes I've learned to feel sorry for him too, but I doubt that's love.
I respect personalities like Mr Rogers neighborhood, or Sesame Street, or decent school teachers, and am indebted to truth-telling lyrics or scripts in books, music and movies, but is that love?
I've given some odd relationship chances to people who totally horrify me now. Maybe that was initial Hope, but love???
Even now I have an Infatuation that I hope will never get too tarnished. He makes me a better version of me, even if we never date... Is that love?
A form of healthy boundaries and self-love?
Positive projections? Far from perfect, and yet always better than I could imagine. Is that love?
So many people I know feel mostly predictable, but not trustworthy. This fella... barely predictable, but more trustworthy than average. If that's not love, I still owe my continuing curiosity and care to whatever that is.
2022 marvel is his name

https://getyourfrequencies.com/

PEMF devices

A side view of the carpeting at my childhood church Headquarters, Ambassador Auditorium.

In a CVS parking lot

House Key...
Well, okay, apartment

Hmmmm...
Where did I find this?
SoCal or NorCal

Poster from over 20-25 years ago 1990s
Somewhere in some Los Angeles city

Remembering those fallen “soldiers”

Video footage by SF Macy’s staff (cell phone)
My set for Asian American Pacific Islander month
May 29th Saturday — via Instagram
Warning: Some occasional loud escalator screeches and environmental noise
But overall a fun mix
Ending with a tribute to The Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy (in consideration of Memorial Day)

https://www.instagram.com/tv/CPeSHvnldIf/?utm_medium=copy_link

May 29th
SF Macy’s
Fun Day!!!✨
Thank You 🙏🏼

Sketches from 1994
My paternal grandparents
Korean•Hawaiian•Californian
M.A. Fine Arts & L.A. Architect

Getting Ready for 2021 Asian Pacific American Heritage Month✨

When I moved up to the SF Bay Area, recently divorced, restraining orders in place, age 34 with my 3 year old daughter, I only knew one person. Someone I had reconnected with via Classmates dot com. We tried merging families in Hayward, but that was not going to work, so I opted to start from scratch. 2004. Homeless shelter in San Leandro. Not my 1st, though second to last... hopefully, knock on wood!
Tired of Lost Angeles psycho-nauts, plastique petty players, prettyish personality contests, and other politicking preening predators, it was time to explore the legendary landscapes of cultural crossroads catalystic concept context centers such as Berkeley, San Francisco and everything surrounding or interconnecting. The Natural Beauty and ratio of gorgeous Nature settings to any superficial societal structures was definitely more to my Health’s liking.
Here, on a quaint local island, I’ve had the opportunity to hide-out and do some much needed healing, some quintessential small town Americana participation, plus a lot of what feels like community service. Though other strengths and weaknesses have developed, new wounds, the classic inevitable added-insults-to-injuries, and some seemingly karmic-grace exchanges have come to pass that only start to make sense with “enough” hindsight (and maybe some esoteric references😆)
Too many tales to tell. But sometimes Stories are the only way to get well... Maybe Poetry is a shortcut? Excavate, Articulate, Gut Medicine magic. If to Weave compassions into one’s own comedic tragic...
In my opinion, Los Angeles is more Psychotic, New York is more Neurotic, SF Bay Area is more P-arty-aholic. And that’s just getting started. But why would I need to write about it. Why would anyone? Why DOES anyone???!!! Besides there’s still so much to read, righhhhhhhht?
Arghhhhhhhh Writers Block when you’ve been around too many blocks, and need to just rest awhile.... until the restlessness “kicks in” again...
How ever to begin???

Today’s Poem

Darling Ancient of Days,
Is it finally yet time to find and to name
all the Selves of the long lost self?
I can hardly remember...
Neverland Nuances pulling at all my enchanted, encoded and
ever sensorial fleshly fabricated fleeting forms,
Matrix of Memories drawing to me and drawing me to you,
and then drawing me more delirious like
dream drama desperado here. If I can indeed hear.
Faraway nearby, faintly then crashing louder than
any punkster proud lullaby rallying around their snares and drummer souls cry...
Why oh why? Rhyme another rhyme as if Time and THAT
might bring some more redemption by and bye.
And what kind of privileged existence would dare to
even attempt to engage in some kind of self-mastery...
as if this mastership can exist...
Just the Idea of such...
Too bold for some to even deign to behold
Do I aspire to it?
Or does it aspire to actualize me?
For Freedom through Discipline may be the lesser of cruelty.
And who has any more need for any cruelty?
Sighhhhhhhhhhh
Wink again at the wars within...
Oh mind of mine... but are you mine?
Pine for another seriously transcendent sign.
But humbled by the harmless and lighter happenstance humors...
After all, what do I know?
The blessed ache of longing for more than
just another pedestaled pulpit power-tripping God.
Given this chance, as Chance has given me...
Oh such complex if-I-might-someday-comprehend each Destiny
How do I embrace you with your compassion?
And without the coldening condescension or contempt for
All the insular class gradations that are meant to be?
They have their rightful place in the scheme of rigors.
Oh how Impatient but grateful it all feels within me!
Who are you?
Who am I?
Who are we...
of the larger existential phenomenal We.
All that exists in such Divine diversity
All that exists
And I would yet become the more,
rather than the less,
of mine that is me...
Whatever satisfaction that could be.
To learn to own such a grand yet modest
microcosmic/macrocosmic possibility?
And to channel us all there?
Or at least the Ready and Willing?
Or in spite of, as well as because of, our own selves.
How can I ever do justice to them? to You?
I know that I cannot.
Grace is Grace’s own to give.
So I Thank you Dear God of Grace.

Love come quickly to me now,
Love Strong and True and Unconditional,
You have known me from Time Immemorial
You have fashioned me Dark and Light
And full of Immortal Principles
But still I die...
Crucified upon the creature comforts
And conditioned condescenscions
I am Nothing without you O Love Divine.
I am nothing but will and flesh and hunger and waste.
Degrees of Lost.
Ratios of Lost, Found, Lost Again.
How many multitudes would you have me start from scratch again? Begin Again?
For you know that I can only give mercy from the mercies I’ve received.
Humbled beyond any humiliation.
Your Love is every chance to learn,
Every pulse of breath itself.
But my breath weakens with heavy burdens
that only I might grapple with,
understanding the cruel compounding of isolation.
These neural net synapses into symbolic masses of materialistic matter, like competitive chatter.
I have hoarded the decades in desperate measure.
Epidemic. Have I yet learned enough Compassion?
Or is there always always always more
I am undone by and buried in the incremental chores
Layers and Piles of unprocessed wars...
Visitor amongst so many multidimensional shores.
How I longed to be with the delight that is yours.
And you would share it with all who would receive it.
If only we may believe it enough
to apply the dynamics, and so then receive it.
If such teamwork to relieve it.
Love, you teach me these tears.
You’ve shaped me upon this nuanced range of fears
And haven’t I merged intimately?
If to learn how to beg for your Benevolence,
For your true Grace and path of Forgiveness.
I am but a wisp of a shadow of your Longing.
Only Love. Only Love. Only Love can save this heart
from eternal retributions. Forgive me My Lord.
Your will, not mine. On earth as it is in Heaven.
This flawed worship... but you Love
You know me. Beyond all their assumptions and accusations. Positive or Negative. You know me. You know my heart from the beginning. You, Divine Love, come quickly now. I need you as much as ever. But I call upon you now, for I can. As the words find me.
Please Love, Please.
Only you can be anyone’s Savior.

In honor of 8-8 Lions Gate Alignments

Topic 17 — WINDOW

Topic 16 — CROW

TREES (alternates)