Episode Ill

I’m ill in the spirit.

Shhh, my Heart beat, can you even hear it? At times I feel as though I’ve lost my muse. So much negative vibes, every time I hear the news, it’s permeated the environment all around, that beat beat’s so long gone, I fear it, just maybe, my spirit’s 6 ft. deep beneath the ground.

Oh to be the Fool once more, instead of just another one of Life’s fucking clowns…

I never liked clowns you know? Their archetype and energy never quite suited me. Then again, my friends,

I have never liked feeling the fool all that much either, “Don’t worry Dear, not in your Life…” My Teacher says trying to reassure that the mob won’t shoot me in this existence neither.

I’m ill in the spirit!

It lies within the shared consciousness. Gaze into the mirrors surrounding, see my own beauty and inequity from within so it shines there, like a blazing Dark Light, Here & Now right beside me.

“I’m a lunatic.” The haunted Artist shared with me the other day.  “I’ve a host of weirdos…” His crew ready to jump and share the message in their own maniacal way.

I’m ill in the spirit?

Nah, perhaps I’ve just not found my tribe.

Oh well.  Life’s swell no matter what, so long we stay a-LIVE.

A Mass of Stars

Good evening Sistren & Brethren!

Let us gather, gather all around now, y’all here!

Here we have above and all around us the vast beauty of the stars, the Universe, our MOTHER!, in all her naked glory! Born are we, yes, each and every one of us from the womb of the Darkness yet made of the very SAME! substance… that… makes… up…

The Stars… and shared Eternal Light.

Let us bow our heads and thank the Heavens, God, if She or He exists beyond a shared segment of consciousness, and thank our MOTHER!, Mother Nature, as she is adorned with the tapestry of time, bejeweled by galaxies upon galaxies of the unknown as they hang upon her breast.

Thank you Majestic MOTHER!, Dear Sweet Nature.  We thank you for giving us… this…


A Mast of Palm Trees

We could watch a palm tree sway as though its birth was a thousand years times a thousands years ago coupled with Universal cheers from the stars my Dears…

I walk, a single step, followed by another and its brother.  My Heart weighs heavy most days, with some light mixed in between.

Longing, longing for flight, to be like that palm tree, dancing with the wind, beneath the Sun, and in the Moon Light.

We could watch a palm tree sway and learn from such a sight, for to see through Nature’s Eyes is to know what they meany by en-Light-en-ment.

No! That’s not what I meant!

No! I’m feeling spent!

No! I can hear the moon whispering.  I can hear the sun, as its glistening.  Both reflect their Voice so the Palm Tree sways.

Both are filled with joy for living each and every day.

No!  That’s true!  How could it be?

Well, there my friends sleeps the answer, unequivocally…

Laughter. Laughter. Laughter all around.  Listen to the stream as consciousness trickles down. Down the brook of experience.  Over the path we tread.  I am feeling sadness.  For those who know not joy, only dread until the day they are dead…

The leaves still dance, dance and dance, dance, dance, daaaaaaaa-nce.  Ha! It’s time, this poem is far too long.  The leaves, are dancing, whether you can hear my song!  Time to be free, cast off, and now let’s go.  No time for too much sadness, it’s heaviness does not fit those Soul.

I can see the Palm Tree.  I see her though Nature’s eye.  I am we eternally so why not give it a try?  Let us depart, take my hand, you’ll see!

And dance beneath the Sun, into the Moon Light…

Shall we set sail?

#DropTheMic Vol. 2 / Ep. 02 – Eff Today

Not Stressed While Stressed
I am experiencing a great deal of stress in Life these days but aside from a few outliers and natural human moments (aka freaking the fuck out), I’m doing okay…
We are currently in the middle of a horrific three month schedule that includes 3 productions but that just grazes the surface. The hardest points of my job are typically the 2.5 months before a production so all of this is turning into a nice 3 car pile up, and has been since the middle of the Holidays, which for whatever reason can already be stressful period of time.
Each production has multiple performances over the course of various weekends.  In total, we have 12 performances of the 3 productions but our longest stretch falls in the middle.  So it’s funny because I’m in the final middle portion of the 2.5 super hard months while at the same time in the middle of the hardest stretch.  (That was a mouthful/handful/typeful!)
Add the press and photo calls that I am required to be at and/or rehearsals and well, long days are the norm during this time. I’m not meaning this complain, rather just formulating my thoughts, wrapping my brain about the inevitability of growing up, having more responsibilities, and actually giving a fuck.
Growing up, does it ever end?  Does the quest for wisdom reach its climax?
On that note, I think writing hit the spot because I have to release!
Peace out.

#DropTheMic Vol. 02 / Ep. 02 – Light Me Up


Light me up / take me up

Up, up, up & away / to a brand new day

Living a new Life, off a ways / Away from the chase


Light me up / hit me up

Up, up, up today / & I’ll answer as Jay

Living this daily Life, off in a dream / Plotting about my next writing scheme


Light me up / let me up

Up, up, up-dog, down / Poet, Painter, Clown

Living as best as I can / Giving thanks upstairs to the Man


Light me up/ Light me up

& away

Aloha Ke Akua

A few years back, when the walls felt as though they were tumbling down, I traveled across the US twice, honoring dreams and following signs.

It was a crazy time filled with healing, many tears, and a reservoir of hope that never ran dry.  Probably because everywhere I went, you know what I found?


It was the map of Oahu on a shelf of a random book store  that I wandered into in Seattle near Pioneer.

The Pidgin accents of a black woman and a white man standing behind me on a plane to Newark.

The woman whose family was from Hawaii but who grew up in New Orleans speaking with a thick Cajun accent asking me: “Do you unna’stand?”

A Kauai Pride t-shirt picked up on a honeymoon that some dude leaving Houston on his way to Maryland was wearing.

An old friend, the kindness of strangers, family, everything. Hawaii radiated everywhere I went even though I was not physically in the islands.

As I looked out the ocean upon my first return, pride swallowed, ego deflated, and Heart broken wide open.  I laughed and cried as I looked out at the ocean because it was in that moment that I knew the only Truth that matters…

Aloha Ke Akua

Live Mindfully With Mobile Technology


My teacher once told me:

“Everything is so fast nowadays, Dear, you’ve got the internet connecting everyone and phones that are like computers; time is speeding up!”

About a week later, the email system went down in our offices.  It was the slowest work day (that didn’t involve meetings, because my how those can drag) ever!  It makes sense that our experience of time would seem faster because of the mobile devices that help to keep us on the go.

My interest in Mysticism and spirituality is the foundation for everything in my Life. The other passions that I have, grow from it, and having a fascination with mass communication, I rather enjoy that technology allows us the ability to communicate and collaborate with someone in another part of the world.

In generations past, it’d take a hot minute to send correspondence.  In this day and age, an idea can trend with just a tweet!

Where once I’d read the sports pages, I read Bleacher Report.  And let’s be real, I read Elephant Journal more often than I flip through my Bible, my copy of the Bhagavad GitaThe Teachings of the Buddha, and other religious/spiritual texts. Apps and sites can be pretty insightful and helpful though in a strange twist of fate, I have switched from digital comic book reading to solely individuals books and trades.

As convenient and as quickly we can consume and find content, the Internet, Computers, Tablets, & Smart Phones can cause great problems.  I am as guilty as the next to be on a device too long or as a way to fill time.  I have been to dinners or out with friends and seen how we all interact with our phones as its going.  I have used the phone while out with my girlfriend.  Let’s not even get started with the amount of text conversations she has either man…

Which leads me to last night, as I journaled about a beautiful day we shared as she fell asleep and I had a moment to myself. I journaled observations from a loud conversation in Kaimuki’s Coffee Talk the day before that, and just a few days prior in the Starbucks below our studio.  All of these exercises of pen to paper were like an “a-ha Jason!”

Not entirely sure why, but something in me (my Inner Social Commentator) drove me to start logging things, expressing, and sharing as I once did on the daily.  It felt amazing.  I feel lighter, I even slept better last night, waking up without a stiff neck for the first time in months.

It reminds how important it is to disconnect in order to connect within. Whether you believe in a higher power or not, we all need to let the mind stretch out without filling it.

I’ve a feeling that I will still read most of my sporting news online and make sure I’m updating social media because it’s a part of my job and at times a bit fun.  But as I move forward, I am making it a priority to Live Mindfully With Mobile Technology.  How am I going to accomplish it!?  Glad you asked~

Set Journal Dates

Seeing how much I’ve enjoyed journaling as of late, it’d be easy enough for me to schedule these.  Five minutes here, fifteen there are just what the Inner Social Commentator above ordered!  If it feels good and is healthy without hurting another, make it happen!

Exercise Without

One of my resolutions this year was to do 100 Burpees for 100 Days.  I was inspired by the 10,000 Burpee Challenge and am doing a modified version because I need a day here and there to recharge and heal.  In January I did do 24 days and February is off to a great start as well!  That being said, I read a lot about sports on my phone while catching my breath between sets.  So, I am going to make a conscious effort to super-set where appropriate and read an actual book if I get the itch.  Who knows, maybe I’ll start buying the newspaper!


I very much enjoy abstract painting and listening to music.  Though I need the muse to create, I could bust out more of the #OceansOfConsciousness series and see where the brush leads me for fun!

Turn Off My Phone An Hour Earlier

A cousin of mine shared that she and her future husband wouldn’t allow usage after a certain time (except for emergencies). I’ve started turning the phone off at night more in the last few months and think I can start to shut it off even earlier to either paint more or…


I love to read!  I have always loved to read!  It’s probably why I write so often.  I know that I can’t force myself to write books because that really needs the muse but why not read in the meantime?

In Closing…

When I write and read this out, learning to be mindful with technology in my Life ain’t all that bad.  I’m constantly reminded each day how lucky I truly am and I want to take even fuller advantage of that because the moments where I walk around and am awed by Life are truly magnificent.

As great as an Instagram photo can be, all of that exists all around us!