How do you pronounce Dolphin?

 So I'm writing this poem to the woman who might be on the podcast to sort of set the mood.  And its not really a poem, because I'm not a poet, and I know it.  But it goes like this:

So Walt Whitman thought we all contain multitudes.  Which in this day and age mean that we all contain emojis.  Lots and lots of those little fuckers.

And when I'm texting that roofer, getting all roofied, I got the stream of those little fuckers coming out of my phone

one after another like a little computer program spouting out shit.  And Goddamit, each one of those little guys its a part of me.  I got all of them little things going on inside.  

And if really want to go back even before Walt baby, those multitudes (cause probably Walt knew about bacteria or something--he was a nurse after all for a time) (footnote see below), 

back if we were all indigenous--all those little fuckers would probably be like spirits.   Lots of little ones.  And big ones, tricksters, Elegua, Ogun, Oshun, Shango, Eshu, Yemaya and hundreds more.  Even more than those goddamn emojis.

And let me tell you, the orisha are not amused about what they have become.  (Well actually some of them are, but that's another story)

And you may think, I'm crazy for thinking each one of our thoughts is a spirit and we are all possessed and haunted as fuck.  Or a hollow bone--after all he was a Fool's Crow, right?  

But our haunting is like a majestic tree with roots and emojis spreading down to the earth in all directions exchanging vital fluids with us just like male squirrel on the tree was trying to do to the female squirrel. 

But if that is cray cray, I would much rather be the cray than those two woman on the trail in front of me today.  So many emojis coming out of their mouth or what they are going to do at work today, what they are cooking, where there are going this weekend all with a posture hunching down to the ground, dead before their time.

But maybe I shouldn't be so hard on them.  Those emojies gotta get to the earth, one way or another.  And some people have roots (or want them like me) and all some people got is emojies coming out trying to get to the earth through a hunched body.

I Suppose it Started at The Overstory

 And especially with the character of Mimi.  The engineer gone rogue, shacking up in trees with the Viet Nahm vet guy, then out of nowhere becomes a therapist practicing Shamanism.  That Mimi.   Kinda reminds me of some dude I know or have met in passing.  

 And the Shamanistic therapy she engages with her small number of clients that spreads over the entire day so eloquently describes what I know to be a description of every conversation all the time everyday that we have with everyone, but slowed down and switching the matrix pills so that you can really see what is transpiring.  That Mimi.  And the conversations reveal that it is not Mimi and the client talking, but spirits interacting and dancing in a common space.  Speaking of which, I am recording a podcast later today about a film on NDE accompanied by Dancers on the screen, which seemed most fitting and related to my 3 am experience last night.

Then at 3 am the Hexy energy changed from sexual to an opening up of love and the dance, the dance of Mimi and the Near Death movie dancers, there is a dance going on inside of us.  So when Mimi gazes into the clients eyes, the dance is revealed, and when I gave into Hexy's eyes, the dance is revealed.  And its not our interaction, it is the dancers interaction.  This is where it is all leading, my interest in spirits and trance, the spirits want to go to the earth, they want to go down to the earth.  We need to find love in the sex.  That is what I have not experienced.  At least at 3 am.  But even when I say this holding the amethyst the white energy comes into me.