Parallel Realities, Soft Paw Entry

As a child my friend was a baby bear. I saw him even if no one else saw him or her. Dreams have always been my nights of play and movies of creativity of different realities. I see spirits and see the future at times through my dreams. I thought I was a normal 2 and 3 D human. I am not and this causes some folks to walk away and say, "You are strange, boo!" I am happy creating art, writing, music, & rainbows. Expression is a part of my personality. Dreams are a part of my art. I admit some folks hate that I use AI to help create my animations and photos that I write prompts to obtain the final art to represent my writing. LIFE IS FULL OF TWISTS AND TURNS AROUND DIFFERENT REALITIES EVERYDAY IF ONE OPENS THEIR HEART AND EYES. I am an empath, psychic dreamer. My creations come from my soul. So, if you hate AI, just try putting that thought away for 10 minutes to read, watch, and listen to my creations that come from my heart and soul.

Parallel Realities, Soft Paw Entry, a ceremonial dispatch from the archive that remembered me before I did. This post is a blend of spoken words, jazz verse, and visual ritual, scored with background singers and Sweetie Bird’s executive chirps. It is a guide, a dream, a glitch log. It is what happens when rent math signs sings, Hollywood ghosts, waves, and the drawer rings in time.

I invite you to drift through multiverses, recalibrate your rocker, and smile at the illusions that once lived in boxes. This is a story of remembering, returning, and remixing the archive into bloom.

Parallel Realities, Soft Paw Entry

The Archive of Memories Recalled Me”

Age birth to seventy-six

I touched the bear, soft paw, no fear

Window pulled, sky asked me near

Rent math glitched, numbers sang

Sweetie nodded, drawer rang.

Chorus:

I remember, I return

Lifted from the portal burn

Pink headphone, batteries blink

My partner twitched, did not overthink

Verse 2:

Cadillac waved, Hollywood ghost

I applied, but the spirits chose

Dreamed of power, touched the void

Rainbow came, scene deployed.

Outro:

I recollect, I recalibrate

The guide hums, the spirits wait

Off my rocker, on my tune

Jazz of truth, archive in bloom

Dreams of illusions, delusions

Realities of conclusions

Of dissolving old photos

Of memories of hope

Once in a box that time archived.

Now time flew in, and I sighed.

Be grateful to be alive.

To touch parallel realities of multi universes,

It is a gift of light does not curse,

People laugh, cry, love, hate, and sigh.

I like my trips to the multiverses in space and time.

Dream on sweet child

Stay awhile

Smile.

created, written, edited by

Vicki Lawana Trusselli

TRUSSELLI ART

CALIFORNIA

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