Monday, November 27, 2023

Psychic Test 345

Exhibit A:

"
August 13, 1981 – April 27, 2021
Kenneth “Kenny” Wayne Henson, 39, of Denham Springs, LA, passed away Tuesday, April 27, 2021. Kenny loved to play music and be around his family and friends. He loved to laugh and make those around him laugh and have a good time. Kenny was a loving father, grandfather, son, brother and friend and is already dearly missed by all who knew him. Kenny is survived by his daughters, Savannah and Kayla Henson and their mother, Renee Fuller; granddaughter, Paisley Henson; mother, Patricia Henson; father, David Henson; brother, Chris Henson; sister, Courtney Henson; maternal grandmother, Margaret Jones; paternal grandfather, Kenneth Henson; nieces, Amaly, Addaly, and Analise Barraza; numerous aunts, uncles, cousins and an uncountable number of friends, including his close and dear friend, Jennifer Gibbs and her son, Dakota. He was preceded in death by his paternal grandmother, Gloria Henson; maternal grandfather, Daniel Jones; great grandmother, Mable Ellison; and aunt, Zelma Laverne. We miss you, but know you are still with us, Fly High Kenny!!"

"
Denham Springs, LA (May 1, 2021) – One man has lost his life following a motor vehicle accident in Denham Springs late Tuesday evening. On April 27, emergency crews were called to the site of a crash on Summer Street.

According to reports, Kenneth Henson was walking west near the tracks on Summer Street when he was struck by a train that was traveling east at approximately 36 miles per hour.

Henson sustained fatal injuries as a result of this accident and was declared deceased at the scene. Police and firefighters secured the area to initiate investigations. At this time, investigations are ongoing.

Our thoughts are with the victims who were injured in this accident. We hope for their full recovery.

We would like to offer our deepest condolences to the family of Kenneth Henson. Our thoughts are with them at this time."

Exhibit B:


RESHOUN MATTHEWS

Funeral services will be held for Reshoun Matthews, 32, of Ville Platte, at the Owens-Thomas Funeral Home Chapel in Ville Platte at 11 a.m., Saturday, October 24. Visitation will be held from 8:30 a.m. until 10:30 a.m. prior to the service.
Mr. Matthews died Sunday, October 18, 2015, at Opelousas General Hospital.
Survivors include his mother, Khadeja Yidin Gibson of Ville Platte; two daughters, Ymani Matthews of Las Vegas, Nevada, and Denina Mose Matthews of Eunice; four brothers, Larmonte’ Williamson of Gaithersburg, Maryland, William Matthews III of Baton Rouge, Taurean Montero of Washington DC and Tajir Williamson of Houston, Texas; two sisters, Tanaya Yidin of Baton Rouge and Deiodta Haughton of Schenectady, New York.
He was preceded in death by his father, William Matthews Jr.; and his step-father, Carroll T. Gibson Sr.
Bishop Frank will officiate.
Williams Funeral Home of Ville Platte will be in charge of arrangements.

Exhibit C:
"self immolation" acrylic,charcoal,oil, saliva, sand, watercolor, image transfers, and nails plus red thread.
January 2008



Unnamed Veteran friend. 


Exhibit A is my middle school best friend. He had an immense impact on me and I sought him out to say thank you for the years of friendship. I was disturbed by the news of his passing a few days ago. I thought of doing something creative like a painting in honor of him. Then the image of a painting depicting what I perceived came forward in my mind's eye and I recognized it as a painting i had already done years ago: Holographic Identity. That painting is dedicated to Kenneth Henson. 

It just so happens I am studying holographic universe theory

Exhibit B is my Army days best friend. He survived a suicide attempt and lived a short while before succumbing to complications due to his gunshot injury. A mutual friend was disturbed by this painting because she thought it was a portrait of Matthews. Notice the wound on the head of the figure in the painting and Raziel's scar on his forehead.

Exhibit C is a painting channeling the death of a Veteran I had met but cannot recall his name. He discovered I was a painter and gave me one of his paintings. I gave it to Chris Clements because he actually new the guy better than i did. Self immolation was the cause of death.


All three paintings were created before the events transpired. I looked through some of my gallery of paintings and come to find those as some striking events that actually were going to transpire. If the ancient Rishis saw far beyond, what might limit the visions of something further up the road? What of holographic theory?

I love all three of you and thank you for teaching me. 

Thursday, November 16, 2023

self imposed limits.

"Play it!

What'd ya say?

Stand in line
No mistake
Stand in line
Yeah

Try living

Free bird
Tied down
You can't make me
You can fuck off

Die trying
Try flying

Then you'll see
Then you'll hear your name
It's all on your hands
Your fame

Rape. Kill. Faster. Master. Dying
Hope. Love
Why am I still dying?
Your voice
It's all on your hands
Your fate

Rape. Kill. Faster. Master. Dying
Hope. Love
Why am I still dying?

I feel totally out of control
I feel like I wanna do something bad
I can't stop myself from hurting
All of life's shit makes me mad
Nowhere to live
No one to love
My empty hands hurt -
It's cracked; my face is raw

Victim
Victim
Cut out my eyes
Don't be so desperate
It shows in your smile...
Satan"

 So the Priestess picked up the enneagram book and it turns out I am a Four with a Five wing. Desire and Hate. I need new tags now. Finishing track fifteen of twenty-two. Lots of baritone and not much programming. need microphone set up. working on painting. staying creative. its a better headspace for me. staying in touch with allies. getting gifts as an expression of love. learning the five love languages for the dimension of Netzach - Love. 

Celebrated my friends birthday instead of Veteran's Day. 

Abandonment

You can't Love this. It isn't worthy of your love. 

It can go to the Asylum of the Loveless. 

It is not finished hating itself. It can feel a wound has developed but will not heal. 

Self Sabotaged mutilation manipulation keeps going in circles around its shit littered cage. 

Exhausted, it lashes out at everyone and everything. It cannot be loved. 

Now it has been given a mirror. It can reflect. Hold the truth before its eyes. 

It is loved. It has a name. 



There's nothing wrongWith what you do and what you sayThere's nothing wrongPure will will get you through
Why can't you see you're in my way?Your ways are killing you
Do what thou wiltShall be the whole of the lawDo what thou wilt
All they understand is the clawWhy can't you see you're in my way?Your ways are killing youYour ways are killing meKilling meKilling you
So go fuck yourself anywayKeep this hunger
There's nothing wrongWith how I live my life todayThere's nothing wrongSo go fuck yourself anyway
Why can't you see you're in my way?