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Do You Know The Way Home ?
Beloveds: I greet you in the name of the ever changing, ever vigilant, ever expanding name of the Divine, whom I have called everything from Christ, The Lady, Tomorrow, or simply “the Master”. I greet you in the name of the spark of creation made incarnate, I greet you from the chapel perilous, where the Creator watches their children attempt pierce the veil, I greet you in the name of the Holy Parent, the Rebel, and the Spirit, which I call Destiny or Elá, Amen and Ashé.
Anyone who has actually hung out with me in real life knows how music, a constant 24 hour playlist, is part of the deal. Over the years music has been my only constant companion. It has stood as witness to my years as a houseless teen figuring out and eventually closeting every queer part of me. Finding my footing on the side of the road with my thumb out full of bluster and hope. Learning the art of walking in the secret republic that only the nation on the streets know the road to reach. The wanderers who know the way home. Or as I say in “United States of Grace”
“What would it take to make you stand at the edge of the Grand Canyon, look down into the ravine, and scream, howl, and wail until your throat is raw and the echoes sing back to you in tones of absolute bliss and freedom? The grand question is simply, How do you get to that place? The things that take me beyond what I know, what I think, when I run out of words and descriptions. The experiences I will recall on my deathbed are made up of moments that passed me by at sixty miles per hour, landscapes my eye only caught for a second as I moved on to the next town. The next goal. To be quickly replaced by another spot on the map.
Have you ever been so lost that you abandon your Rand McNally and your phone, which doesn’t have service, and just follow the setting sun in some small town you will never see again? If you haven’t, then I contend that you may not know America at all. This isn’t a cri- tique; most of us don’t. Most of us haven’t relied on the kindness of strangers for a meal and let our peace fall on them when we entered their home or shook the dust off our shoes of a town that has rejected us. What would it take to wake up our primal need for something unex- pected, different, and hopefully a little dangerous?”
Anyway I waxed mad philosophical in the book about . You can grab it now or wait for the paperback next spring!
But I have also stood witness, in festivals, garages, warehouses, stadiums and clubs as the Creator has used music and the collective consciousness to speak to me. To us. To the world. In fact, music I think is one of the only clear channels to God left.
The point of this playlist is actually the crux of the framework of most of my “theology” or beliefs, or spiritual walk in 2021 going into 2022.
All the Divine Creator is at their very essence is the signal leading me Home. All I am at my best is a clear receiver and transmitter. All we are, or ever could be, is on the Road Home.
Thus this year's playlist: Do You Know The Way Home?
Like last year I will add more songs all the way until Dec 31st. Last year's playlist made it up to 8.5 hours long. Here is a link to last year’s: Revolutionary Road
This year’s stands at 5 hours as of publishing.
Written in Sincere Hope of the Dawn