It is a fog lifted, the coming of this new era, the age of the unknown. The unseen becomes clearer by the day. Enlightenment, the enlightened - meant to evolve - love and grow with veracity, an impending connectivity. My eyes have been opened and already I see the patterns of this universe. My mental and spiritual journey has indeed led me here.  All that is at work within the vast and infinite universe is at work within each of us. We are the atoms of the earth, the molecules of existence. We create the tangible. We are gods or perhaps particles of them. For me the truth is revealed in all that I have already been granted. It is not destiny. It is the stream of life, one trickle leading to a larger body. It is the people i have met, the things that I have seen, the truths that I’ve endured that brought me here and I cannot wait to see what the future has in store. I had originally began writing this as a poem, but like life has taught me sometimes you need to allow for divergence. I met someone. I believe we are connected. He inadvertently taught me things. We are all connected anyway. One day we will realise that. My encounter with him is evidence of the truth of it all in itself. I met him and like most who i find myself infatuated with I found myself desiring to be closer to him. With this man the best way was to read his blogs and follow his links. We talked about 2012, zombie day, the singularity, and the esoteric agenda. Things I often discuss with my cousin, who also acts as a cypher of information for me. In my life I’ve been very close with a woman who has worked for the United Nations and has mentored me in many ways. she introduced me to ideas of disarmament, the importance of certain ways of living and thinking. My mother, had always had an interesting wealth of knowledge on the illuminati. When this man began to talk to me about the shift in vibrations of the universe I drunkenly gazed into his eyes. It wasnt until after that I realised the truth of it all. Even growing up I would joking tell freinds how I felt that one day things would be amazing different (for me, but also for everyone). I would say that on my 18th birthday the world would reveal to me that I was meant to be queen of the world or that, like the x-men there will be a dormant gene that will awaken granting me some sort of mutant power (preferably telekineses or shapeshifting). Science has made me a shape shifter of sorts with hormones already, however I dont think I’ll ever been queen of the world. Would I want to? On Decemeber 21st 2012 it is said that we are in for a shift, that there are vibrations of the universe that will ‘awaken’ dormant strands or genes of our DNA, that we are in effect going to endure a mental and physical change. Will this be something that affects everyone or will it only be those who accept it? Those who are prepared or those who are worthy? How does one prepare? What i do know is that I see a pattern in my own life. I see that somehow after so much time, I’ve decided to finally finish college and that will be happening, you guessed it… in December 2012. I’ve grown restless and annoyed with society with each passing day. I grow weary of the ignorance and stupidity of man, the blindness of the masses. Even my being trans is an enlightening experience. my eyes have been opened in so many ways and im inspired by what he who has me smitten said to me, that in the coming year so much will change and so much will be accomplished. I hope he is right, and I hope that he will be in my life then. I would say I’ve never felt this way about someone before but the truth is I have, and I’m almost always disappointed in the long run. I fear this might not be any different, however what is important to take away from this is that each experience leads us somewhere we need to be (if we are open to seeing it that way). I think that I needed to meet him. I can only hope that he and I develop into something more, though in such a short time he has made a huge impact on my life. Cheers to a summer of enlightenment.

“Oh my god, these fucking Zombies!” Ilusha screamed at the top of his lungs.

A decrepit old woman in a motorized wheelchair zoomed past him, nearly running over his feet. A grey haired man in brown slacks jogged after her wiping the sweat from his forehead. He paid no attention to the two guys as he chased after the dead woman. “Ever since the dead rose this country has gone to shit! Watch where you’re going you dead bitch!” The wheelchair bound corpse raised a hand and folded down every brittle digit except one. “Dude, that dead lady just flipped you the bird,” said Damian twisting the end of a hand rolled cigarette into his mouth and lighting it in a ritualistic fashion. He laughed choking on his first inhalation of the cigarette and exhaled a huge cloud of smoke into Ilusha’s face. Illusha cupped his hands over his mouth and nose and shut his eyes. The pair sat on the front steps of a brown brick building on a tree-lined street. The sun shone through the clouds overhead littering the ground with pockets of sunshine. They sat in the shade. It was a beautiful day, the first of what Illusha had hoped to be many.

“Forget about the zombies. I saw Cindy last night at the bar. She got this gig over at that vegan bakery. She brought some of these banging ass cupcakes made out of air or some shit –“

“Fuck that! These zombies! They eat cow brains and chicken bones! I saw this guy going around digging in the trash for the feed-the-zombies drive. There are living people starving, feed the living!”

“I know what you’re saying, but hey if you’re mother rose from the dead you might have a little more compassion”

“No! She’s dead. It’s just not natural. The world is overpopulated as it is. Let the dead stay buried”

“You’re a zombiephobe, Ill,” Damian threw his head back and chuckled again blowing a cloud of smoke into the atmosphere.

“Those things’ll kill you, ya’ know?”

“Yea, I know. I’m trying to quit”

“I wasn’t talking about the cig, Dame”

“C’mon Illusha! You’re making gross generalizations based on the media’s portrayal of zombies. They’re pretty weak, like babies. There muscles are atrophied if they were kept in tact. They fear us more than we should fear them.”

“How do you explain the dead bitch on wheels then? She coulda took me out!”

“And then you would have come back and I’d be stuck taking care of you. That bitch!”

Damian flicked his cigarette into the road and watched it smolder into ash. Illusha hopped up dusting off the backside of his jeans.