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@thislewashi
below lies my miscellaneous blog
a reflection of my unfettered thoughts, manifested as a random storage unit of interesting formatted findings (yappery for a misc.-dump)
artists recreate memories of things they've never done before
if the tumblr community welcomes it, i am going to start uploading the rest of the videos here, as a little internet series. a passion project, if you will. thanks for watching, young tumblrite.
a quiet reminder from a cyber space observer.
the shadow work of malakai
experimenting with blender compositing
nothing much to say. i wish to live despite my body collapsing in on itself. there is no point in saying "if the lord wills it." the most high always wills it. i wish for my body to will it just like my father in heaven.
in pain i once wrote, "words left unspoken rot within."
reality-twisting trauma leaves the blinded soul yearning a closure that already exists.
sometimes i am confused, sometimes i am ashamed.
one of the first sins ever committed was shame.
the myth goes that adam and eve stood naked in paradise, ashamed of their state. the serpent had snapped eve's sense of reality and the first earthen couple fell from the unity of the most high into a dualistic state of perpetual work towards the very unity they fell from. all things must return to their roots.
the once plural name of the most high all became singular after the fall of man as man lost the image of the god of everything.
sometimes i wonder what my serpent is and how to undo the fall.
we fall short everyday, after all.
i am still here. i am still here.
- lewashi, the creator
we are all one. we come from the Light. the place where the Light is manifest from itself, has established itself and manifests through their image.
from light everything comes, from light everything must return.
we are children of the Most High, made in the image of the Most High. we operate within the laws of the Universe, but we are manifestations of the All.
your spirit is pure, your soul learning,
your body moving in a plane with a heavenly father who would go to the ends of the earth for you.
you are wonderfully made!
the holy spirit grieves with you.
the power of your thoughts,
the impermanence of your memories
find it again,
find what you thought you lost
we were young, with curious eyes, fascinated within the small pockets of time.
- a childlike mindset i thought to be ephemeral, yet returning after years of absence.
welcome in, 2024.
alas, arauna has been completed, malakai has been completed, yet i still have much to do, and i am in school. i will have to make a todo-list.
- lewashi
it's okay to forgive yourself over a wild past.
and it's okay if that takes a little longer than you'd like.
bad memory rage
everything can be overcome
dear mr sun,
thank you for your service. however, you are too bright and the bloom is strange now and my 3am creative suffering is delayed.
thank you for your understanding.
- lewashi
ps. it is also too cold outside in real life. i suggest bringing this brightness over here, if you have time on your hands. i hope that is not too much to ask.
"how long will the past continue to sting?" as long as your perspective stays in place. […] you aren't defined by what you did, nor what you are doing, nor what you will do. "then what am i defined by? who is the 'me' you're talking about?"
E P H E S I A N S 2 : 4 - 5
the line goes round and round, it does not end