New Day

  Feb 7, 2023
    Today is my first morning in a hostel. It’s the first time I’ve ever been completely independent. It feels cool. Slightly stressful, just because I don’t want to run out of money. I wanna make enough money from busking to continue doing this for a while. One day I won’t even have to stay in hostels. I’ll be staying in something even fancier. 

I’m in Brisbane. Pablo and Yoga were driving to Brisbane yesterday so they gave me a ride. They dropped me off just outside the city. I took the bus and arrived at my hostel at about 6:30 pm. I checked in and then went for a walk with my camera. The sun was just setting so I got some nice photos and videos. 

In a couple hours I’m going to buy a 16mm lens from someone off Facebook Marketplace. My photos and videos are gonna look amazing with that. I wanna do some busking during the day today. I’m really curious to see how much money I can make. 
    Now it’s started. The pressure in the head will only build. Not painful pressure- exciting pressure. It’s building up to something amazing. Full of love and light and potential. Everything racing all at once, swirling around like a tornado. It’s gonna burst at the seams. All that was wanted will come to pass and everyone will feel it.The towers will crumble in a matter of seconds. The old will disintegrate. The whole thing will take less than and hour. Even after the sun has risen there will still be souls moving through the ether, looking for love. Some will find it. Others will search for a long time. All will eventually return to source and merge with the infinite. This is guaranteed for all.