Oilfields of Fire

Stranger things calls it The UpsideDown.

It is called many a things;

Sandman Land, a bright golden brand of sand.

Ethereal dimensions, buzzings.

Frequencies falling on feeble souls, feeding the fire.

This spectrum of life; experiencings.

Red skies, maggots and flies, the stench of dead sometimes jerking me from slumber.

Just to go back to that hellscape to realize my internal flaws and FIX myself.

An exhausting but ultimately highly rewarding cycle is what I call my Shadow Work.

Roads I have driven down countless times, cracked and reclaimed by a toxic and mutated version of nature. Orange and red hues with fog rolling through.

A house at the top of a hill, a kill, if you will- with headstones tightly packed in clusters surrounding the looming dark structure, circling down the hill to the main road I find myself repeatedly going down. Rivers and creeks I have explored in the waking world are full of trash and dead fish; belly up and swollen green.

I hear the earth's cries..

I see what will happen.

I feel compelled to do something about it.

But will it be enough?

I have to try.