~*Mastering Heights*~

I am a master of the signs rippling
through high tides of vibes -
tranquility - expanding

into my sights. Imagination salivating through my pores like
a dog hungry for his bone.
Words are just birds in flight

through times gates and I am a harnesser of energy
for transference positive
of mind and sight. Beauty

surrounds me and I am lifted into
the highest heights to illuminate this vibration
of soul from this human body, tetrahedron, light body- to you.

Master of much and student to all,
I am a sponge for knowledge,
easy come, easy go.

I am high in the rights of these spiritual souls.
Blessed is my body
for holding this soul.

Blacktooth Rounders @ Quixote's True Blue

For IMMEDIATE RELEASE (2/4/2011)

For More Information Contact:

Jessie Mae - Company Manager

Righteousjam@ymail.com


Are you in Denver and wondering what is happening this Tuesday, and every Tuesday?

Wonder no more!

When: This Tuesday and Every Tuesday night!

What: Denver's own Blacktooth Rounders are playing this Tuesday night at 9pm

Where: Quixote's True Blue on 22nd and Lawrence in Downtown Denver.

How Much: Suggested Donation of $5

Why: Supporting the local music scene has rarely been this fun! You will also be
supporting Righteous Jam Productions, a company being brought to life to support a
World wide support network of community to community connections via music, art, and
holistic lifestyles.


Feel Free to Listen to some music here:

http://www.reverbnation.com/blacktoothrounders


Looking forward to success, fun, and community connections all over this globe!!

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Free Falling~ All Pride Aside

There is a note in my mind that just runs on and on working towards harmony and hoping to kiss the sky. Sweet honey dews and the taste of the buzzing bees into trees and where I could be. It is the taste of possibility that I suppose I seek and should I redeem my sight from the twisted vines of aging time I might find myself unleashed and right. Upright, right-side, determined in no fright or relight my fuse.. I am not a bomb on delay, I am a frayed switch to a portal of this light body being released... Release me like the news release on page 5 of the daily Argus Leader that flips itself into rumpled folds onto the kitchen countertop every morning at half past 8. I can't let it all just fall away, not like this. These ashes are gray, yet my faith remains. I am 25, alive, revived, determined to survive in due time by stride to stride fascination for this beautiful life.

I stop like the train tracks at the edge of a cliff top. Quick~ There is a moment that I within may breathe deep and release haste. I feel sometimes that I carry the World in my pocket but feel the weight of this treasure on my soul. Like chains sometimes, pulling me onwards, and I somehow am still in control.

I don't know what the right word is. I stop in my rambles, I feel like shambles upon shambles of twisted metal laying upon the crumbling hills of that cluttered landscape across the Mexico-American border in El Paso. Character, indeed, I have it. Yet, the wear, the tears, the shuttering feel when the wind blows me, yet again, temtping me to release my ground and fall. Tumbling like dominos into the world beneath me.

I usually do free fall. Hang glide rider like the mystical doors of time. Jim Morrison holds for me a glass of mushroom tea to enlighten my mind. And suddenly I am ripped open and raw, but not afraid to be open to this shamanistic, and religously spiritual side. So I am a wanderer, a seeker, a daughter, and a mime. I seep melatonin visions through the darkened mists as I wish my fears away in dreamtime. My body is a careful collection of minerals and nutrients rumbling and tumbling through the crap of toxic material that lay like tombstones in places I can't see deep inside. F*ck you corporate America for stealing my youth, my grandfathers, my family and my time. I don't mean to display anger, I have high hopes, but it is their inside. Like the metal weight and pesticide residue deep in the wax of my Gala apple I just bought at Hyvee for $1.95. Virtual suicide, just to eat to survive. If I were rich.... Maybe then I wouldn't be afraid that someday soon I will die.

Where do you seek inspiration in your daily life? How can you apply that inspiration to your writing? Does your inspiration guide your writing style? Does your writing style block your inspiration?

As the wind blows through the trees and the soft rustle trickles the vibratory waves down into the oceans floor and uplifts the shadowy depths; so do I allow myself to be a piece of this larger whole and remain open to the subtle chance of soul lifting moments. I am drawn to be a character of light more and more as I see the beauty of life within the settings I encounter traveling this great continent and earthly plane. The question is posed to me, 'where do you seek inspiration in your daily life?'. I respond that in each smiling child's eyes and within the laughter of the elderly, I find hope and inspiration. In the rolling hills and valleys of the White Mountains I am suspended in eager attunement of my body to my soul. I have found myself searching my memories lately for the life that I had when I made those images come to life. "Perhaps I have been burning the fuel so intensely this last year", I think to myself, "it is time to create some more fuel."

There is a pause here.

"I don't want to burn myself out. How DO I keep my inspiration so bright that I can keep it high in my writing?" My thoughts are wheels spinning like a train, full speed ahead.

I write with the flowing momentum of a river rushing onwards. I keep my mind open and just write. Type the buttons, look at the letters as they are formed almost as though I am meditating into the keyboard. Then I look up and read what I have written, almost as though for the first time. I feel this great inspiration drives me onwards, although it isn't so much inspiration as energy. Pure, loving energy pushing my fingers and freeing my heart to speak it's truth. Perhaps this writing style is one that might hinder others, it would confuse the analytical senses. For me it is ideal. Letting myself be freed into the moment I create is the beauty of the words that come from this space. Write for the love of life and the beauty of letting your hands become the words without always knowing what they may come out to be. There is always a way to express yourself, I am just glad I have found mine.

A Woman WIth Passion

Traveling for the last 8 years across the North American continent, Jessie is a woman who knows what she wants. She has found her passion to be ignited and well lit within and also her calling as she helps to bring other's to their dreams as well. Completing her Hypntherapy Certification last year and with her life coaching certification nearing completion by March she has been putting her heart into work for those who are within her reach. Helping organize and activate people's lives is no new thing for Jessie. Spending much of 2010 volunteering to organize, build, and enact communities in Costa Rica and in the US she got a great view of how to bring to life the dreams of the people she believes in.

After doing 6 years of self studying in the fields of Reflexology, Herbology, Holistic Health Practices, and Shamastic practices, Jessie found a school that upheld the unity of her passions. She currently is finishing her Mind Body Wellness Certificate at SWIHA and plans to continue her education into Holistic Nutrition and Herbal treatments after the completion in July.

Staying true to her heart, Jessie is spending some time in South Dakota with her family before embarking yet again to travel and study in the World. Her next journey is to do volunteer work with WOOLF in South America before heading to Europe to travel and photograph the mountains there. This is a girl to keep an eye on!

A Tale Untold

There is a rip in the cover. I can see it from all the way across the room and for some reason today it got to me. I turned away from it as best I can, but "Homer's Illiad" just doesn't seem to care. If I were on the desk of a great author like that I would be a bit more concerned about my appearance. I mean, yes, it adds character, I get that. Yet, what type of character you come off as is totally different. I am a paperback collection of health and nutrition advice and then here I have also gotten the wear and tear, much like Homer. So who am I to judge I suppose. It is what makes us great companions and easy to approach. I am not so stiff and unbending like Spiderman's first copy on the shelf. Not that it is his fault, he isn't given any chances to get torn or ripped or even a water stain due to his plastic covering and tight restraints.

Looking around the office I see sunshine pouring in the windows and it feels great against my backing. I know that too much sun will add quite the crispness to my body so I do my best to appreciate without over doing it. I could use a day out in the World though. I get lonely over here sometimes. There are days I sit unappreciated, and once I even got left in a tent over night with the rain coming in. Us books really have it hard. If I had legs, you would see me on the elliptical and in yoga and dance classes. I would be out there putting my knowledge to use. I would prepare meals if I had hands, and a credit card I suppose. If I had the money, the hands, the feet... Ooohh, I would be unstoppable. I wonder what Homer would do with all those resources? Perhaps create art, or if he had a strong booming voice he would probably be one of those great men telling stories just like the old times. I would listen to his stories. I would tell stories too; stories of champion vegetables that were heroes in their own right. Entering a war system and calming down the acidic nature, bringing light to the body of forces, and welcoming peaceful times into that heavily political state.

There are times when I know my power, I can feel it rustling through my core, page through page, just begging to be opened and released. It is sometimes as though all these vegetables in colored print inside my folds are growing roots. Sometimes I wish they would so I would have company. Homer is getting quite the attention right now, oh good! Maybe that means that that stupid computer will get turned away from and these great people will enjoy our stories, our knowledge once more. From my thoughts to you, I hope Homer strikes a page. We all deserve good things and the more I see that around me, the more I can give too.

That sun is so warm on my face, I feel the tiring of my days and am gone now, back to rest. Maybe you can come look me up some day.

Publishing~

The question was posed to me - "Why do you think it is important to be published in your field."

Well, I have a lot of thoughts as to why publishing would be important for me, for the people who publish me, and for the readers who get to read my published work. But, in order to answer that I have to get into what I feel my expressions and insights are. For me to sit down and put my words out there for others to see I feel like I am able to tap into this super-conscious beyond self and just flow through the message that is meant to be heard. Sometimes if i sit and try to force it I will write 5 sentences and be done, but be satisfied. It isn't always about writing for others, see those are the times when I am writing a message to self. Articles of words put together to form these concise ideas of what I feel, who I perceive self to be, and what I envision as the reality beyond self are more than ramblings. I feel inspired and slightly observant when I read through what comes from my own fingertips. It is as though I am some open channel and because I have asked for this light to be shared through me, for me to be an instrument in the purest form, then this is a gift to humanity that I too shall receive.

So taking these words, this message of purity and light, and sending it to the company that is going to be supportive, enthusiastic, and honored to have this message is one reason to publish. Much the same as a venue I would use to book my performing artists who are going to bring in a lot of people; I want them to be fruitful as well. If I find my inspiration in them then I want to return that inspiration and lift them and their readers higher. We are all able to be a conduit of truth and expression and in being this conduit we are also able to create that ATP-like response of creating a charge and emitting energy. From one article, one spark of thought, their may be a wildfire ragin' into the next idea and carrying a warmth that can radiate an entire planet. Who I choose to support with my words is also who I would choose to support me. Publishing is a channel for enlightening a people, if you should choose to see it this way. It is also a way to become famous, get rich, express your creativity. It is so much perception that creates our World around us, combining your perception with a company and a group of reader's who will embody and enhance that perception is creating lasting change and impact on the world. I just want to keep healing in all ways, and if by publishing I can continue this, then with enthusiasm I pursue that avenue.