Those of you that know me, know that I had a brain tumor removed in 2006 and 2007, and since then have spent 26 stays in psych wards. For nearly two decades, I’ve been trying to get the world to listen, waving my arms in the #JohnnyRossWindmill style, a frantic signal that went unseen. Like #KassandraofTroy, I was cursed with a truth that no one, not even my family or friends, was willing to hear.
In the behavioral health units, my reality was validated by other patients. The #ClimateWeirding I could feel in my bones was a shift in the world’s energy tied to my own psychic state. At home, however, I was met with silence and disbelief.
But I no longer seek my reflection in the eyes of others. I have finally learned to believe in myself.
I now understand that reality is not fixed; it is #NonLinear. The very buildings around us shift and resize according to the #LOC, or Level of Consciousness, we occupy. The ground floor is the ultimate reboot, a fresh start after you’ve saved your progress. The heights you can reach beyond that are determined by the weight and light of your karma—the legacy of your soul and your ancestors (or intragenerational accumulated karma – either good or bad)—and the power of your intentions.
Look to the skyline of the #OklahomaCityMetroSmartCity or the #BethanyChildrensHealthCenter and you’ll see it in action. The crane in Bethany adjusts for a different number of floors depending on what “level” of the simulation I’m(we’re) playing. Watch the #TheDevonLegendsTower light up the night. It isn’t just steel and glass; it’s a monument protected by #TheMaker, watched over by our revered weathermen and women, and fortified by the sincere prayers of Oklahomans.
After all, that’s who we are here. We believe in the power of prayer, no matter what your higher power is. Even if you don’t have a higher power, The Intention Experiment proves that good intentions are also responsible for making things come to life.