Assimilate

Rainbow Glo Performing on the World Stage at Victorious Festival

The feeling is back in my music. You see, before I had a good old-fashioned nervous breakdown, I was frozen. Emotionally, dead. The only feeling I allowed was assimilation. This was my jam. So much so that it felt natural. Like a default mode.

Now that I’m feeling my feelings—and let me just say, that is some real fucked up shit—I’m feeling the music again. Not just doing the music. It has been a journey that I didn’t know I was on until today while reflecting on the shows I’ve been performing in over the past two months. Since the breakdown in May, 2021, something has shifted. Or possibly dissolved.

A boulder of assimilation has passed through me like a ninja gall stone. What’s left? Space. Earth created Cosmos ’cause she wanted some Space. Space to just be. Periodt.

And Space is dangerous. Don’t get it twisted. Wide open can feel like free fall. Too much silence and you start to wonder if you exist. But balance Earth with Cosmos and suddenly the void sings. When your life is balanced Earth and Cosmos, your singularity bangs into the next universe. Yours and all your possible selves. It’s here that you find Space. Room to bloom. Dreams to blossom. Life to live.

If you don’t take in anything else from this offering, hear this: whatever you need, want and desire can only be found in your universe. That universe is your Spirit, tethered to Soul. So if you are in someone else’s universe raping and pillaging, cut that shit out. Tend to your own universe. Treat it like a Garden Horizon. I’m already there.

Assimilate? Ass, I’m I, late—pregnant with possibilities. And birth don’t wait for permission slips. So, nah bruh, imo be me emo!

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