On Sunday I was awoken around 3 or 4 in the morning by a message from friends on the other side.
The message was:
Lamb, you are the drip. The drip is your life.
You and you alone are responsible for your actions; there’s no one to praise or to blame. Whatever you do are your actions, so if you have everything around you supposedly under control and you’re not in your mind, then it’s your fault, nobody else’s.
The drip is an anomaly. You can love it, hate it, change it, embrace it, or shove it, but it is you. Things will continue under your control or out of your control.
The basic message is: Love it or lump it, you are the drip. You are the one who defines it, and whatever you do, it is your life.
In the dimension that you’re in, the drip is your life. You can soar to the highest points singing Alleluja, you can curl up into a fetal position and feel sorry for yourself; you can go somewhere and hide, or you can lead great parades.
Lamb, this is your life. You are the drip.
You used to be afraid of color but then you embraced it as your friend. Now the drip is your life.
Everybody seems to be going in one direction, and you’re going in another. Don’t worry about it. This is who you are.
It’s up to you, but while you’re in this dimension, that is what your task is. When you succeed, you think it’s yourself who deserves the credit. When you fail you think it’s somebody else who deserves the blame. Well when you won, you won; when you fucked up, you fucked up. Get over it.
If you look around and everyone is swimming to the right and you’re swimming to the left, you’re not wrong, but you can sing to the heights or curl up in the corner rubbing silk on your ear, or you can say, “This is the way it is,” or you can hide and say, “It’s too controversial.” That’s the collective mind. Well, fuck the collective mind.
As long as you stay in this crazy world, you are the drip. It’s your drip, it’s your world. You are responsible for yourself. Your victories and defeats are your own.
The drip is the manifestation of the reality of your life. The drip was always there. Sometimes you ignored it, sometiimes you cursed it.
When you were an alcoholic, you couldn’t remember the end of the party and who you pissed off. The drip was there but you couldn’t see it. At that the point the drip was detrimental. Other times, the drip was the work of the Holy Spirit.
Don’t expect that the whole world is going to follow you one way or another. The world is going to do what it’s going to do. The materials are going to do what they’re going to do. Your job is to turn haters into lovers.
If you’re in a pool where everybody else is clothed in great garments and you’re in a Speedo, who gives a shit? You will be noticed, but you might not be followed.
The message is: Don’t worry if anybody is getting it. Your job is to proclaim.
The counterforce is the devils telling you: “Nobody’s listening to you, nobody gives a shit about your message, the human race is fucked up, you’ve lost; get the hell out of here, nobody’s gonna ever see this shit, you should be on the golf course, you should be across the street in the bar having a nice drink.”
Well, the more the demons piss you off, the more you know you’re in the game. Let your spirits buoy you up when the devils are trying to get you down. Just being with the spirits is a winning environment.
Hate and your fears reside between your two ears. You must protect your happy button on the side of your arm because on the other arm is a sad button that the devils are always looking to push.
The drip is your life, and it’s a big gift.
It’s like going to some great sage and saying, “What in the hell am I doing?” And they pick up a 2x4 and hit you over the head and say, “What is the most appalling part of your art?” and I say, “The drip,” and the sage says, “That’s who you are, asswipe! You’re Moses—you’re on the way to the Promised Land, but you’re never going to see it. You’ll get a glimpse, but if your goal is to be there, get a day job.”
And now, if we’ve agitated you enough for one night, sweet dreams, Señor Loco!