Behind my Joker persona is the profound desolation of existential isolation.
One that has not been able to find solace in the presence of another. Imagine having flown endlessly without a branch to rest one’s wings.
A repressed part that I make peace with continuously, still reluctant of showing it as it automatically triggers others. Alas, I am too tired and despondent to hide it any longer.
“Do not give what is holy to dogs, or throw your pearls before swine, lest they trample them underfoot, and turn and tear you to pieces.” - Matthew 7:6
Yet, revelations have shown me my mission in this lifetime: to show the world the beauty of the parts that we repress. Of the “darkness”, the “negative”, the unwanted, the uncomfortable.
How does one get prepared for that purpose? Through being given heightened senses, a powerful imagination and a whole bunch of social tribulations.
Every happening, thought and feeling has been preparing me for where I am meant to go. I am grateful for the pain I have been given for this reason. It is, has, and will be a continuous initiation.
It is leading me to such an immense honor, yet still vague. It was shown to me in clear unclarity, seemingly to something not yet existing. It felt like a role of great influence.
Will I be a writer? Artist? Musician? Politician? Or all simultaneously? In any case, something related to the power of the Word. That much is sure.
Luckily I have health, time and divine guidance. The rest of this whole life, and if the next ones start like this one did, many more lifetimes to come.











