I am 40 years old.
I am hispanic/white.
I am currently serving the final year of a 10-1/2 year sentence.
I can also be reached through Jpay.com
I write poetry, essays, and journal daily life as ME in prison.
My amusing determination to separate from my flesh house has met with sporadic and minimal success. Once every other month I nearly escape and Once a month I have a Lucid experience. Yes, I am a novice but if you have no idea what Im talking about I am a certified Astral Mentor!. Dreams are within our control. The Spirit realm is an Astral plane that is parallel to the physical plane. Want to know what goes bump in the night? Travel with me then. Once a month or thereabout I will send postcards from my location.
I am so enamored by your affection towards me. I find myself in a state of bliss when I place the mere image of your face in my mind’s eye. The moment I feel your pure and undefiled love towards me I am moved with desire to love you in return. I feel free to love without fear of harm. I believe, no, I know you will not harm me since your love is incapable of cruelty and selfishness. You are a wonderful friend, loyal and faithful in all ways.
You know me, you accept me, you believe in me. Oh, how I have yearned for this union of souls for some time now and at last I am free to love and be loved. Our connection cannot be severed, it has already been forged by the deepest sharing and transparent intimacy that cannot be surpassed. This bonding has been experienced, it cannot be undone. This is the precious pearl that people seek, the one prize whose value is degraded by measuring it. I am in awe that we discovered this pearl together, this oneness, this true knowing of eachother in the innermost parts, this just simply is, it exists. There is no chasing after, no effort to be made, no fears to overcome, no obstacles to be removed because all of this has fallen away once the moment arrived when we became friends.
I am neither in prison nor behind walls. I am in a Psychological Gymnasium. My fellow students of life bring me gifts each day. Gifts of threats, verbal assaults, emotional torment and the like. It is on these that my character thrives and is exercised and is matured. I recieve these precious gifts with gratitude, for by them my soul is polished and will one day shine with the brilliance intended by my maker.
I cannot see clearly so I say that I AM clairvoyant in a way to convince the blind self. According to faith be it done unto me.i.we.
No such thing as present, nothing remains still enough to be thought of as such, no here, no now, only an eternal weaving of life’s tapestry.
To be a cell or not to be a cell, that is the question of what are we? and what am I? I am more space than I am matter, and so I animate matter.
LORD MY FATHER, MY MOTHER, MY CREATOR, MY SHEPARD, MY SOURCE, MY BEGINNING, MY END, WHAT DO I ASK OF THE ONE WHO IS THE GRAND WEAVER OF ALL THE THREADS OF LIFE’S FABRIC? FROM WHOM ALL THINGS HAVE BEEN MANIFESTED? DO I NOT APPROVE OF MY MAKER’S WORK?