A record is a recording. My thoughts are my records. There is a supposition that thoughts are electrical currents, that we are stitched together by pure Electrical impulse, the vibration low enough that we are flesh and bone, supposition being that the wall in front of us, in that room, is a wall because we THINK it is - but what if enough people decided to think - differently - that the wall is something else. Raise the energy, the vibrations, the curtains, CHANGE things by believe that we can do this, energy frequency vibration, focus on your breathing circle the mekaba diagram, I rotate UP, cleanse myself of the trash, stinky thinking, you are ashes, burned down to the ground, rise up, stand up, the wall is crumbling, and we step forward, Tesla had it right, I like the fact that he said "I don't care that people stole my ideas. I care that they didn't have an original thought..." of their own. Akashic meditation, Mandela, breathing, I must keep the power of positive thinking, we ALL MUST but FOCUS, raise the vibration, if we ALL do, things can change, oh really Alice, right I'm wandering in Wonderland, but I know I'm not alone, the bird hopped along the ledge, near the windowsill, peering in, looking at me, with curiosity, I saw the blue of the Jay's feathers as he she it, flew through the shadows, the birds no long come here because of the cat, I know that. I wish I could have it all but one must respect the boundaries of other species, I do, let's be friends, rise up, climb the stairs to the second floor of the library and look out the window, the stain glass portrait, down below the valleys shimmer in the reflection of the sun.