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GHOSTS WORLDS in alleys.... (The Corners)

Writer's picture: zephaniah chesterfieldzephaniah chesterfield

Updated: Jul 10, 2020

yeah, so, dig it, poverty.... it sucks. What people do under the influence of the illusion of power and poverty, too... it's a bitch sometimes, man... to many lost kids lost out here. That's why i stay a klown. I don't want that humanity bag, man. That's a heavy bag to hump.


So, dig... I go roaming the streets at night, right, just a bit of a restless soul i guess, head-clearing and "soul searching" or whatever whatever... but yeah man, sometimes you just gotta get gone, ya know? There's so many levels of reality, well just three really but it gets deep, all layered on top of each other in any given moment or "time" and "place" that if you can get some doors open, you'll have a very fulfilling experience just looping back and forth in the possibilities of two hours in one room. Sounds a little advanced and confusing? Don't worry about it. De nada. But if you did get all that, you can dig on that in your next lifetime in a whole new way seeing how you can re-call the vibrations and frequencies of moments and pop back up in them. A basic version of this is taking a picture of you at the beach. Specific things happened in that picture. There was a whole living that led to a whole day, that led to a whole hour, that led to that one moment, and then... click... and then things kept moving from there. But you have an anchor there now, a time stamp... a portal to another world. You can look at that picture, and through focusing your mind, close your eyes and be there. Smell the beach and smells, feel the air, hear the wind and water and birds and everything else. However, you can either replay the events, or make new ones. You might have been looking at someone in the picture, and now you can create a whole new dialogue and experience, which if it had happened then, you might be in a completely different world now.


Another trick of this is how that's energy flowing one way... consciously. Subconsciously, the yang to the yin you're controlling, is how things flow into you from the picture. Yeah, you flowed into the picture, but some stuff came back out. Feelings, thoughts, spirits (energies). They're going to effect your present situation, changing your world. Before you looked at the picture, you felt one way. Then you were open to an experience, with an anticipation and intention of receiving certain energies, spirits, thoughts and feelings... from looking at the picture and traveling through that window to that place in that picture. Happens very quickly and unnoticeably with music. Anyways, so, there are things in your present that can use that opening in you, and start messing with your mind, seeding thoughts and moods, and let you grow them "on your own" until they bloom in your reality. Like if you're having a bad day. You look at the picture or play the song. Now it MADE YOU feel better... or lifted your spirits. English is sexy, man. So specific. Spells love english. It's got such characters. Anyways, you get it if you got it, if not, then not. Back to this picture right here....


Sin called skin got you all twisted with in. It's only a sin because "sin" is what's un-godlike or anti-god-like, which is what skin is. That works in levels and according to understandings differently. Depends on your understanding of "god-like". How far in you are. Folks talk that "I'm a god" stuff but you can't be two things at once. Only one way can be expressed at one time in one moment or space. That's where the levels and things in the Xis and corners (things you see out the corner of your eye) happen. You see a glimpse of what's happening in another way of being, another reality, but it's not yours, but the potential for something was so close and similar that the frequencies lined up and you can see through that overlapping. Still, in reality, you can only see, be, think, feel, do, have, etc. one thing at a time. So as far as that "I'm a god" talk, you as a human being would have to be a human god, or a full god, or a full human. A human god is a full human god, not a full god god. Which is why the worlds, and the spelling out of those spirits (or the expression by/through BEing Being) is different. They're different words... because they're different things. You're either human or you're not. You can't claim God-like powers but still sneeze when dust gets up your nose, dig me? Ha ha ha ha ha. Kids.


Anyways, it's cool to shift halfway, where you're in-between "realities". Dangerous to some. You gotta watch your back because there's things that want to be where you are. Like how you might not be happy, but look at the picture or listen to the song (open that portal, or shift a little) and that spirit of happiness might leak thru a little, get in you a little. The levels are there and separated for a reason. There's a balance. To the folks in them you're just "something" they saw, some kinda shadow or something out the corner of their eye. Animals pick it up, that's why that coyote back there in the one world can kinda dig on my vibe and presence, but the folks sleeping in that alley don't even know i'm there. Just a breeeeeeze, dig me? Just a creak in the floor, or some vibration that shook the chair. Ha ha ha. Poltergeists overstep their boundaries there. Of course, for a being with no limitations, boundaries are extremely important, as you don't want to let just anything out... or in... which is of a different energy and therefore a different understanding of it's new stomping grounds (your home) it trickled into because you opened a door because you wanted to escape your reality into theirs. It's why you have senses, eyelids, things like that. It's for your own protection. It's cool. Privacy. Your own control of your own piece of mind. It's a helluva thing... when you think about it. Best to not and just be. But... what fun is that? A part of the game, yes, but "god" cheats. It can because of god understanding, not god-like, because there's booze and booze-like. One will get you fucked up. Both flow the same, but one is gonna cost a little more. You can think you have one, but you just have the other. Good to know your self.


I'm friggin digressing too dang much, ha ha ha. Anyways, look, so, yeah man, so i'm strolling one night, right, down this alley and just digging it. You know how you'll be out, just on a stroll, and feeling it. The vibes are just there. The scenery and electricity of everything and everyone, it's just charging you up. In a good way. Might have your music on, might just be taking in the atmosphere. This night, it was really my kinda scene to ghost in. All cabs and cop lights, high-rises twinkling in the background, you see all the bars let out, folks all twisting their drunk but cutely decked out ankles in them overpriced heels... whatever makes you feel like more of a somebody than you are, ya know? Drink them spirits back up to a respectable level, ha ha ha. So, yeah, I'm roaming, looking for a place where no one is to pop out in, and i come across the soul of this lil kid who got shot dead in this alley, right... getting mugged by some kinda strung out lost soul, kid only had like ten or twelve bucks, but still, fear is one of the most ungodly things god pulled out of itself and placed in all the other fragments of itself while flipping (kill and birth) time while reflecting in and on "realities"... twisted game of understanding what's already understood, but it's eternity man, what else is there to do but everything and anything. I hate being in it, but c'est la guerre. Anyways, so the kid kept asking me for change because it was it's mama's money and its mama was broke living on the street, ya know, and it didn't wanna go home robbed and broke cause hows it's mama supposed to get food? It's weird to look into the eyes of dead folks that don't know they dead, beggin for money... MONEY... in a realm where it don't mean shit.... and you're knowing where they are and they don't, so they'll do that for a few lifetimes man, it's KRAZY, i seen it... kinda like some folks in your "reality" huh? Ants, dead men walkin... hustlin and bustlin at a job they hate, which gets in the way of their life's work, all to get never enough money but barely enough to chase the carrot more... to make a living, right? Most of em end up sleeping in alleys just like this. Try to dream of being that coyote, running free... same struggle, ya dig, but FREE. It's all in your mind tho. That's if you even have control of it.


Anyways, in this pic here, i was just taking a flower for that kid... the spot where they got sent (to the other side). I had a few dollars in my pocket. Left it with the flower. Hopefully when they try to pick it up, if they're not of poltergeist level angst, it might click, "I'm not in that world anymore." I was tellin Slikk about it and he wanted to come with and check out the whole thing. That paternal instinct of animals i guess. He snagged this pic in the process. Stuck in the loop. Don't worry kid, you'll get it one of these dazes.


one of y'all, hopefully.


Nice night for a walk, eh? Yes, nice night for a walk...






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