When the sugar cravings start to kick in... CREATE!

“Now,
Go to that place,
That physical place inside,
Where the true you lives,
You know the place.
Have you found it?”

“Yes.”

“Where is this place?”

“It’s the space behind my heart.”

“What else do you notice?”

“The space travels up a hollow channel, to my throat.”

“And?”

“The space is lined with giraffe skin.”

“What is this place telling you?”

“It wants me to sing.”

And it turns out I don't need to go live in a cave, meditating for 20 years or give up sex and all my favourite foods.⁣

In fact, the opposite is true!⁣
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What is true enlightenment?⁣
Watch to find out!⁣
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* Big thank you to Susan Musgrave and Chelsea Barnicott at Haida Gwaii's 'Copper Beech House' for the steady housekeeping job this summer.⁣
* Thanks momma and Tammi Lim for the helicopter ride.⁣
* INCREDIBLY HUGE thank you to Adriaan van der Wart for the beautiful and intuitive camera work. ⁣
* The song featured in this video is "Sing To The Mountain" by Elephant Revival!⁣

I can’t seem to find an image online to show you exactly, the vision I have of the girl that has been showing herself inside of me.

A technology to soon be invented, I am sure.

Vision to Google.
GoogleVision.

I’ll wait for my cheque.

So, she’s thin, pale white skin of course.
She’s got long, black, scraggly hair.
She’s in a spaghetti strap, tattered dress, think Paper Bag Princess.
Her bony fingers have claws that are now scratching the shit out of my insides.
She’s screaming, to be let out.
She makes me want to tear everything to pieces.
I entertain that she is there, could I free the energy?
But how?
Grab a nicely set dinner table and flip it over?
I visualize myself on the dance floor with my friends.
The music helps.
I tell her “I’m sorry, I don’t know how to help you.”
She’s wrestling the cage of my chest, pleading to be let out.
I crank the Icaros in my headphones, “why won’t they go any louder?”
I feel a sense of relief but the energy is building.
She’s on the floor of the cave, “Phoebe.”
She wants me to sing.