3x’s forms the Trinity
Saturday, May 10th I descended on the ATL for my 3rd appearance in-stereo studio time with k2k Kim for a 4hr. session. Making my way in the world today on I-85 I wasn’t excited or fearful but one thought made its presence felt, “what if I try and be Stu? It won’t work.” I told myself just let it be a learning experience. If you fail, get it out of the way.
The city was engulfed in grey soupy clouds of mist and the traffic wasn’t bad, in fact it was great! I arrived at the warehouse at 2pm and hit the bushes for relief as the CSX bulldogged it’s path on what felt like a crisp late fall day at 55 degrees. I unloaded my Browns bookbag, changed, poured a drink, and took .7 of lets call them Smurfs.
Listening to the tracks I had lined up and putting in some yoga practice from the 5hr. haul before 3pm arrived, a guy jumped out of the car next to me. His windows were tinted, I had no idea anyone was in there and it startled me. He name dropped T.I., began to confide in me about girl trouble, and his beef with a fellow co-worker, so I listened. His name was Sammy and he was an ambulance driver for transfers, nonemergency. He liked my painting and wanted to smoke a blunt but it was time for me to go inside and he obliged in true Southern hospitality by giving me the code to the door.
“Where’s your flash drive, what do you want to do today, Stu,” Kim said sitting at the massive desk of gear? Let’s start with “To Love.” “Is it ok to light this candle in there,” I asked? “Yea, you do you,” Kim confirmed. This candle burns continuously different colors. It helps set the tone. The painting I brought, “More than a Feeling” and the singing bowl rounded out my crystals and incense per se.
The music moshed through the white Dre headphones and the dance started but rather quickly ‘it’, that thought of trying to be me surfaced. It stopped ‘AM I’ I thought, then it hit like a bolt of lightning and the muse began to paint. “Oh no, it’s happening,” I said in my head as words came out but then the breath or acknowledgement let it go. When it ended, I felt like I was going to pass out and exited the booth gasping. “You know that was my worst fear and it’s over,” I said to Kim shaken from the love bomb that was dropped. She glanced up and from under the brim of her hat I saw something different in aurora as she spoke, “I know it, I know the hook. Something just hit me in my heart, it’s not normal.”
Before the session began, she was telling a man and woman existing how I helped her tune herself up. “He hit me with that bowl and it did something that made me feel great,” Kim testified.
I needed some fresh air and headed outside. Three men that worked for the ambulance firm were headed towards the door as well so I anticipated and held the door for them. “Thanks. You’re a good dude,” one of them spoke sincerely. I didn’t really think anything of it.
I put fire to a p-funk and then I was shot back in time to a fight in High School as 3 descended on Sammy with “what’s up now” type shit. The car on the other side of mine had a busted out back window, a Lexus, that read SICK-FLO. “I don’t know Stu, heard someone was talking shit at the studio and couldn’t back it up.” Already having this information and coming out of the sound cocoon I closed my eyes, breathed, and for them to see one another as each other. The visions in my 3rd eye were calming as the birds joined in to aid in our interference. Unfortunately I was flushed with red overlap hearing the ‘Fuck You’s’ and I said do I have to intervene now, “yup.”
Walking down the concrete ramp next to the loading dock I had no idea what I was going to say or do but it was inferred ‘it won’t be much.’ Picture me rolling in a Papa Jack Hawaiian shirt, my hair down curls everywhere, Kaki skate shorts, red Adidas socks, and Adidas skate shoes, at 5’6’’, 44yr. old, Gay Ginger Detective communicating with Divine Intervention; too funny! “Hey Sammy, we going to smoke that blunt, I’m on break for a little longer,” I spoke in a tone loud enough to interrupt their thought pattern walking now into 5ft diameter. “Yea, Stu. I got you. Give me 5 minutes,” he said embracing me with handshake and pat on the back.
I didn’t say another word. I simply walked 10ft. to the end of my car and faced the train, the direction the 3 were looking, closed my eyes, and breathed in prayer for them to understand. I hit the butt of my cigarette exchanging a transfer of a higher vibration but giving an appearance of being here now. Before the solid in my mouth began no more the men could be heard apologizing, “hey man, shake his hand” and they did. It was one of the most beautiful experiences of my life gushing with tears of a Joker’s smile.
I wiped the salt from my cheeks entering his Gensis (also his daughters name) and the ‘safety meeting’ (you know AT, you feeling safe?) just in awe. “It happened so fast. That was amazing what you did Sammy!” He griped a little but I could see the smile coming on as his body relinquished a hold on him. I told him about Goodie Mob the 1st time I was there and he said, “you should do cell therapy.” He began to freestyle and then I did; bond was formed. It can happen that quickly if we ask without any of us on it. That first track was called “Love – The Weight of the World.”
“Kim you won’t believe what just happened. We put it into practice! I stopped a fight with prayer in the parking lot,” I spoke in disbelief. Earlier she had said, “I started reading your book and man, you put into such an easy way to understand deep thoughts.” We’re just two peas a pod, I told her ebony and ivory, ha! “What should we do next,” she asked. “How about First Glance, well maybe Park Bench. That’s by the same producer.” She confidently said back, “You’re instinct was First Glance.” “You right. You right! Play it for a moment.”
The sound in the studio is well, fucking Awesome! My shoes were off and my feet were gripping the carpet in sequence when it started exploding. I didn’t care about recording it was about living in the moment for everything. That’s why we do it, for the pump. Not the weight. Halfway through Kim cut it off and said, “ok, it’s ready, go.” I don’t recall much of what was sung but when it ended, I was kneeling on the floor completely soaked and shaken. Paper towels for the little kid please, water, and wardrobe change; makeup!
“I got it,” Kim said with a glimmer like oh yea, don’t worry Stu get some air; I know what to do. The messages kept flooding in and it’s not like I fully understood but a true surrender of myself opened this channel. At the very end Kim said, “you should be proud of what you did.” I didn’t once think that thought. I accepted my role to play without feeling a lack. I did hear my ego say, “we’ve only done 3 songs, we did 5 in an hour less last month.” It was countered with, “let them paint” it’s quality over quantity. And then letting go of time spent or money like I’m coming down; Too Short, Bitch! Ha! To quote the great Cube, “I never tell you to get down, it’s all about coming up.”
Outside I could hear the track glance through the warehouse and it bumped! When I returned, she was so excited. “A fucking YT beat, we’ll murder that Stu!” “Mo murder,” I laughed! I was getting visions of Angels spreading their wings on the map sprouting from Atlanta as First Glance blared loud enough to get you on the train or run you over. Kim and I have fed off each other in a give and take that equals balance without trying hard. It just is and was.
“Park Bench” rounded out the night as my body was becoming mortal again. But when I returned after she put her pixie dust on it, she summed up so much so fast with a hook that leads to daydreams;
Sooner or later it’ll make sense
I’m sitting in the dark in my basement
Reminiscent of the time and where, when
I pulled up to the park bench
Sooner or later it’ll make sense
I’m in the dark in my basement
Reminiscent of the time and where, when
I pulled up to the park bench.
“Stu, you don’t do anything that’s Wack,” Kim declared! Hilarious, I love it! I told her, “We’re on a mission ordained from Wrigley Field.” She nodded. I’m not supposed to speak on such things as contact with the Father and Son, especially with my stances towards organized religion. But it happened again and I can’t deny the miracle that was so simple it blew me away. If ‘I’ is instead, ‘I am” then it’s pure with a strong signal that can be sustained with connection. All the separation disappeared.
“We got to do this once-a-month Stu, it’s necessary; for you too. You needed that,” my sister from another mother, key to key, said in HD. But what was coming off the both of us spoke before we opened our mouths. I received so much kindness and synchronicity after I had to just welcome it. I checked into the hotel being greeted as ‘love.’ The guy behind me in line at the bbq spot had a Miller High Life shirt on (much significance to me) and the guy in front of me, his name was Steven. He flirted with one of the workers and they both showed themselves, it was sweet.
When I awoke and went to breakfast at the hotel the woman running the show said, “you made it back. You’ve arrived.” I didn’t know her but I responded, “is this breakfast made with love,” opening up to see 40 pocket cheese omelets; “Oh it is,” smiling back at her. The man outside smoking with me after had the same Adidas shoes and once he understood distracted by his phone a glowing smile came over him. It lit him up! Wow! At the gas station they went out of their way for me and again in SC the kid gave me a discount without asking on my pork taco.
It’s hard to ignore the river we all boated in yesterday, even though you would never pick us out of a line-up of friends, family, or kin. I received the message that I was to play the part of sinner in their eyes, in disguise, because free will has much power. If they feel before they react without what’s been learned, they will remember.
From the House of the Holy on a Black Sabbath
Five Star Beings Our, the Light in the Darkness
Double G, D, Transmission OUT.
Love
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Light…..
