HERE I AM.
Another day one, as things shift ever constantly, with or without psychic permission, and purview.
I'm as confused as anyone, the current movements of the world.
What to expect in the future, what to expect tomorrow, given where we are at, from what is unfolding +- etc...
And to what is available to me to make change, and to what and how I may be it.
What is my human obligation on the planet, as an artist during a certain kind of revolution. What is it I must do? What does it mean to be a revolutionary, and to have capacity for it, what capacity do I have for it?
While the mighty western self pins to the east, and stares off in directions, that don't feel welcome in my heart. What does it mean to go another way, as an individual in the western world.
My brother called me last year during a time period of heighten struggles of finding the way as an artist in the world. Creating and surviving from it, and to what be it thriving in moments when the path is - just no longer opaque, and I awake back into the reason and the rhyme.
He was essentially asking me, "What is it I'm doing, and trying to do."
And to answer that
as simple as possible
it is to love.
But to really answer the question is much more complicated I guess. It does feel deeper than just putting out art and having it be admired and sold.
I told my brother "I don't know, I think the real purpose of my life is to be in the revolution, as a revolutionary."
He said, "Well then you may want to get a job, because what you should have said is-"
"To be in places like forbes"
"To have art on a billionaires wall"
"To be featured in galleries and media."
And though I do hope to have work in galleries in the future=, the real thing is deeper-
It's about how I most operate, as a human, in reality, and to what and how I allow my voice to be used as an artist, to speak as an artist, to be political as an artist, to be a human citizen as an artist, to effect change as an artist, to reach another humans heart as an artist, to inspire as an artist, to express as an artist, to communicate the message-
To be a man who gives a damn about the soul of humanity. As an artist I have privilege.
Life has unfolded along this journey in a way that most proves it. And everyday I ask to be of service into it, for it, and to use it with as much care as I can.
I have abused it before in my life, and may I never fully fall prey to the powers and principalities that would rather hollywood than hallelujah.
I have felt many tings, been inspired to do many things, had ideas to create many things, so sure of the tings I was to create mon, and lately I feel like so much has been left to never be made manifest,
and to what will be? as I find myself 11 years into this journey, that feels like its just getting started in many ways.
Like a Bali wood film when the credits roll at a time like 45 minutes in already.
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I am feeling squeezed lately, as I am no longer comfortable being able to withdraw or not engage in the quality of things that want my attention to be created- as an artist, in the world and not of it, if so demanding.
Courage is being scared shitless bro, but you dare fourth, and I have moved through so many perspectives over the past decade, finding myself being sifted into a concentrate that just plainly has faith in god at this point.
I feel I have so much talent and potential , and fear like anyone who feels that, I will never quite figure out how to achieve or put it together. But no matter what, I feel called to endure.
To express and to figure it out
what is necessary for me to create it.
So many different ways and routines and struggles over this decade
And yet I am here
Fulfilling the pursuit of my life most definitely!
And everyday I am filled with new ideas and plans that seem to go unfulfilled
Collecting debt on what it is I am to do, and what I am capable of.
And love at its most honest
Has sat me down recently to take consideration and appropriately go about what it is I am attempting to do here-
I have posted on this blog, about my systems.
And in so many ways, the systems are the desires of my life. To what I can achieve?Well, follow the systems and standards raised into the world I am to admit to everlasting in my aim as I can achieve certain variations of the goal or dream that is never quite what it seems, sometimes, but often its much better.
and against my prides
and parades thrown for myself in my head as what was just said in it - was most accomplished excellent and to be of praise.
the Bible tells us to not make things holy then forget about them
and to what I have done, never finished or furnsihed
yikes bro
the death cookies
cocso
dawg].
My whole life saying yeah one day bro ill do it, and in this moment I say thank you to the me who did.
And the christ who live that show me the way
and today, I process, I view
I look at what I am able to do
not even for the viewers and their ships, Sailing ever onward in the sea of information that overwhelms us in the modern technological paradise.
I do it because I was seeded with a purpose like you my friend.
Me amigo who read these words not GPTEED. THIS CAME FROM MY OWN MIND
HOW HILARIOUS.
So much of my art over the last decade has been unconscious, stream of conscious, free drawing and scratching at surfaces deep on the interior, of spirt, the cosmos, etc…..do you dare.
So much that was made that will never been seen, but was meant to.
And I feel like that all must change
To ask for a spirit not of fear
but one of love and sound mind.
I find I am able to trust that obligation.
And so-
May I
Go forth standing on the business of what foundations have been set before me
And perhaps its a struggle to write this article because of how much I have not stood on that business in my life.
my word.
thee word.
How much I left to the enemy to swallow up.
and let the gravity of my wallows block me from being as big and as best
and as honest and as alive as Im supposed to be.
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Im a sensitive creature, and that sensitivity is where the anguish and the joy synergize.
I look out at the landscape of the times.
So strange they are, but by what truth has stood in the message, over its millennia, and its changes.
I stand on the pillar built by the human artist before me, I stand on the pursuit of that which brought me into this life.
Life, liberty, and the pursuit of the dream.
What no governments can give, but to god only incarnate us with the answer, the dancers cadence, the swift motion of the word, the wisdom still etched in the stones that built our worlds together.
Like a Cathedral
A multi-generational project.
May it never be extinguished-
May it never crumble, may I continue to march in directions that face the great aim, and ovation to life and its purpose.
No excuses.
As Sofia DeL Pilar puts it.
May I Stand on business.
Be in witness. Lets gooo.
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Last year my brother asked me
those questions.
And since then I was featured online in Forbes for a pizza box I made locally in KC. A pizza box with a message.
Since that phone call I have had art be purchased by a billionaire's wife, to be in a billionaires home.
And as a revolutionary I was able to share a message with another one.
It sort of felt like being able to deliver a payload into the heart of the worlds elite.
To what its detonation may be, is TBD.
Last blog I wrote about what it means to be flown out to Miami because of poetry and my passion.
It's a few days in my life when my entire reality surrounding me, is because of free styling words with people I just meet. Using their names to rhyme and share something positive and intimate.
I write these poems for members of the audience inside the theater at a cabaret show, located at a very swanky and glamorous hotel near south beach.
This past experience, a few weeks ago on Valentine's day. I walked up to a very well known billionaire's table as if he was just another man at Stone Canyon Pizza, my stepfathers legendary spot in downtown Parkville, MO, where I once served at a time period most rewarding in its humility.
I learned how to be someone who can dance without needing booze.
I learned to treat everyone as an ordinary person.
I learned how to show up.
And on valentines day, 2026, as a revolutionary
"Jeff, may your heart be open and let love poor out of it until there is nothing left."
- LOVESPAC3
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