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I yearn to get my spirit shields in front
Go into the heat, the expansiveness
To open up to the dream
To know myself in formlessness
 
The black abyss
Revealing a different way to see
Can I pray from cause
Can I be true to myself
 
I am that I am
As I pray for the collective
I am praying for myself
Separation is an illusion
 
Shaun Gamache
 

​The stars float in the sky, like white static energy that surrounds me.
I get hit with energy, controlling the dream is to control my own inner workings
I shatter inside as I see the fragments of light around me
Vulnerable, I hold my space,
 
I can quiet my mind, so that there is one focus
It is my feelings that become chaos
I am good at university, it is grade one that is hard for me to do
Yet I manifested my sunglasses, I am so proud
 
When I hit bottom I hunt for Hope. If I can find the hope I can transmute the bottom
My thymus feels the pain of the collective. I can almost relate to Christ at Gethsemane
Being an empath much of what I feel is not me. Yet I must treat it as all me to heal it
Is the bottom just a cycle, or do I feel it for the sake of having no pity when I am there
 
The Rose blooms, revealing myself to myself
To be illumined, suddenly aware
I came to power, went back to the beginning, and now I am trying to get to the end again.
I am here to double, to be an artist, and to be human but also to evolve the paradox of the Human Condition.
 
Shaun Gamache