It's The Soul's Glow

I must do as I see fit every day no matter what.  I really have to remind myself that no one knows what is really happening around here. Wise man say, wise man say. But who really has the light? I am not facing duality. It's oneness with the entire hologram I am seeking. But am I not really seeking. No, I am just looking. Here for a closer observation of the planetary movement is all. I feel I have something to explain or whatever. But no I don't. Not anymore. It has all become very private in my mind. Like a chamber of secrets told only to the ones who speck the silent language.  I have seen so many lies in the last few months. Not lies that offend, but removal of illusions I suppose. People are freaking hilarious. We really paint this world for ourselves and some of us are a bit cry. Not creative awesome "That shit cray", but creepy kind of. Stranger in a strange land I am. I have to remember that. I have to remember. I have to see and to remember. That is my only duty. Do not waver from your own path dear one. There really is nothing out there. Only sheer beauty and love. The same that is within. My life is a dream come true. I sometimes feels strange about the way I live. Like there is something wrong with me. But is that not just ego, begging to have all of my attention? I am fine. I am radiating joy and I see the beauty in your eyes dear readers. People are so beautiful it makes me want to cry sometimes. I think we would all see it more if we would cover our faces. Our faces make us so ugly. They beg for attention and recognition. When the real beauty of a human is in the eyes. The soul's glow. Did I just make that term up? I don't know. I'm just saying we all seem to be too obsessed with ourselves. Not that any of you should be taking advice for me. I am obsessed with many things. Each of them dumber than the next. I do these things on purpose. Never forget I am an idiot and all. The dumbest girl in the land with the most text books at hand, and her beautiful face covered. For my own protection of course. I can not become obsessed with this vessel. I might miss something. Like the fact that so many people are full of shit. Bitters and liars the lot. And it makes me laugh so. I guess the clarity makes my soul glow. Today is already the best day of my life. I've written all about the previous ones so I know that is a fact. blah blah blah...Josalisa Riot, Live From Planet Girl On A Diet. 

Here's a poem or whatever:

I watch The Muppets and read old maps
that is where the treasure is at
the gold is in the mind
the goal is to become a mastermind
to be remembered here for all of time
like a beautiful ghost
on a dying spaceship
dancing for eternity
I see
I dream
I am
I be
now and forever not just a lady
But the Entity 

In Hope Of Greater Vision

If I understood more I know I would know less. There are few true Buddhas available. We surround ourselves with lies. Define ourselves with lies, and I in my sweet innocence,  Yes I live with a sense of sweet innocence  I myself feel confused by the lies. Like maybe there is more that I need to understand. But really all I need to do is separate the truth from the lies. You know like Liar Cat. You fucking liar. I was raised to believe truth could kill lies. But truth is not here to kill, just to remind. I feel this great need for adventure. The sorrow wakes me with the need to remember. This place right now, this moment is my great adventure. And it is going fantastic. I found my Star Family which maybe is not as easy as one may think it is. Not only have I found them, my great supporters and fellow dreamers. But I had the strength to expose myself to them. As a whole and as individuals. Baby steps to a dream come true it is indeed. They have embraced me, comforted me, and confirmed my belief that I am a true creator on my proper life path. The sorrow is here but so is the great sense of adventure. We have fallen together because we fit. Because I lived a single moment without fear and risked taking a look behind the curtain. I made sure what I felt was true. A real life conformation of the beauty that lies within art. Fuck man, thank you to the Universe for working perfect every single time. It is us who are out of alignment  It is us who have feared to live dreams. It is us who poison ourselves with fear and envy. This entire world is on our side. And guess what? There are no sides. There is only oneness with our Star Families and ourselves. I feel a great sorrow for the things and people I miss. But they are only gone for a small amount of time. and I have got a lot of living still to do. 

The greatest feeling I have had so far living in this human form (the only form I ever remember being in) is feeling the people I love embrace me. Knowing we can look one another in the eyes and feel the love. We are on the same path regardless of the levels of success each have attained. We are the great oneness and everything truly is illuminated. The light is not all there is but it is constantly there. I have to fight through the tears to find it far too often. But I feel like maybe I have my eyes closed too much for my own protection. Lucky my third eye is never closed it is there open always allowing the light to flood it. Like an old lover waiting patiently in the corner of my heart. The light warms me no matter what. I will become one of them now, which is to say I shall remain myself. I have some harsh critics but I see now those people are dying to be alive. Failing to be honest with the living. Which maybe is no real crime after all. What do we owe one another as fellow travelers? Maybe nothing. There is only alignment now. Easy to attain spiritual alignment. Like a puzzle piece just waiting to be clicked into place. Or a key just waiting to unlock a music box with a fragile dancing woman on top. This is my sweet lullaby. I really am an Angel surrounded by the wicked who know not their true form. This is my sorrow this time not just a poem, but some kind of explanation or confession to myself. I love you, True Believers. You wake and create, exhausted from giving it all the day before. I join you in this great commune of communication. As my ancestors have done before me.

Thank you for finding me, My Beautiful Loves. Thank you for seeing me. I felt I might drown before my madness which manifested itself as bravery took over. I reached out some cold night on a world famous sidewalk that is the only home I have ever had. And in that moment I told you all everything. Everything only you could understand. My love for you is a secret to some. Your love for me is published but only a few will ever understand. That is what this kind of secret is. It can be in plain sight and many can choose to ignore it. That is why it is a secret. An invisible understanding only those who truly understand can see. That is why I can tell you everything, Dear Readers. Because you all will not see. Truth is filtered, now itnit. Just like beauty. The stars shine , the sun comes up. People live and die and are taken away. But on this day I have survived. I am alive. I am free. This is my place of joy my sorrow lives next door. Fast friends we have all become. Joining as we have as one.

This is Josalisa in a very personal sort of RiOt.

The Madness Of Searching

Dear Diary

I have to get it out of me

What's in my head

The madness of searching

I've studied everything from Deuteronomy to Demonology

Friend to the eternal divine and the dead

I want to free my self from the land of constant human interests stories

I've taken spiritual inventory

I have to get it out of me

All theses things in my head

They wake me first thing in the morning

Hello world my thoughts are climbing out of bed

I'm starting to look more and more like a distant dream I had

I can hear it coming 

My spiritual life fulfillment

It's very funny and all too serious to dismiss

I've been tapped by him and his secret army

In remembrance of promises made before our arrival 

They call me back to the ship

In my dream I am here to just touch his lips

In my heart I am here to listen and learn

Follow the leader until it's my turn to scream 

I am experiencing temporary insanity

Separating myself from the liars 

Exercing my power over my own dreams or will

Words heal in poems and songs

All is a word

Bringing life into being

This is a magic spell

Written long ago with a very old quill 

If only I can remember it

I've been called this night or early morning 

Afraid to open my eyes and say it all

Looking back and discovering I told it all anyway

Some secrets are meant to be kept

For my own sanity I guess

Can't let them see your whole hand

That's how the cannibalism begins 

I'm in love with a beautiful phantom in the form of a man 

And this is a song disguised as a poem disguised as a mad woman's rant 

I want to give the power back but I can't

So I just sit silently creating violently

For the sake of my mortal soul

This is just another line in another tale 

These are the sounds which wake me 

I guess for now

Josalisa In a RIOt.  I wish I understood more but this is it.