Soul Matters.

Quite a sublime space we've created for ourselves here.

Never enjoyed this so much before. The silence. When you know there’s only one person around, an old friend, and no one here to say anything about what goes on, what gets said or doesn’t—ahhhh—feel it with me, the silence.

So I made a post on Facebook today. I’m not so much thinking about whether I should have or not, as the focus of the message was predominantly on love, and there’s not much sense in arguing love, and so that’s what I keep trying to tell people the more I read about how people are or aren’t getting vaccinated. If someone asks me if I’m vaccinated of course I’m going to say yes, because it’s true. I got my vaccination back on January 1st when I promised myself I would never be poor again, never be afraid, never be victimized, and never allow anything in the external to shake me too hard again. And I cleaned out the trash and filled the space with love.

So I got a vaccination of love. Protects against all ailments. Saves lives. Heals people. Keeps folks together that need to be and helps the rest to go their separate ways. I got a vaccination of love. And it never wears out, it only gets stronger the more I think of its healing benefits. The more I repeat it. The more I write it. Guilty as charged, I am crazy for LOVE.

It starts from the soul and it works its way through the subtle body and into the physical, LOVE cures and strengthens and reorganizes everything. It requires no doctors or interventions. It does it automatically. Love is aligned directly with light, and the result of what this light comes in contact with is peace. That’s the formula. That’s how it works. You want to heal. There you go. Focus on the light, say —I AM OF PERFECT HEALTH, I AM— and remember whenever there is turbulence —I AM LOVE, I AM— and the rest is good.

So I made a post kind of like that on Facebook today in response to someone who was complaining about a man that died because he didn’t get the COVID vaccine, and she wished that people would get the vaccine so that more people won’t suddenly die. And to not take any risks by not getting vaccinated, etc. etc. etc.

And here’s what I think. If there ever was a virus that needed not be any more than placebo, so long as it generated enough fear and hate and division of the developed human species—it could be an experiment to see how long people survive when the majority are thinking about fear and death all day, all day, all day. And how you should all be ashamed for not putting this placebo in your arm, as people are dying all day, all day, all day. An experiment to see how long a human body can withstand the constant repetition of certain death looming around every fucking corner to where it restricts our own breath. Let’s see how long this can go—I want to see who can hang onto this wave instead of getting pummeled by it. And I also want to see who wishes to part these waters.

Look it doesn’t matter what type of remedy gets rolled out at this point, because nothing’s going to fix it. Human behavior has already conformed to this restricted, fear-ridden way of life, and hate fuels the tumor. Hate and fear. The only way out of a situation like this is with love. Nothing else will fucking work but love.

So I want you to know —I AM LOVE— and I am here for you. Whatever you need, send it off to me at william@immortaltype.com and that goes for anyone else who steps into the event horizon and ends up here and decides to do their assigned homework, which is to KEEP RIDING THE WAVE. I’m conjuring it, and calling it out—just slide-ride with me.

That said, now onto the practical: I want to know what you need, what’s going on, what needs to heal, who needs what, and I want to get to the bottom of it, and resolve it in framework, and in theory, so that the seeds of change have the perfect soil for planting, and I will make sure you work on your gardens. All of us, working on our gardens. Every fucking day until we are so sick of it, and then, comes the harvest. Stick with love. It will not let you down. It will laugh off your insecurities with you, with a warm bath — let it go. Love. Heal. Relax. Relief. Love. Is. Here.

I more importantly want to hear all about the good times, and the good happenings and all the stories, and I want you to do it on a typewriter, if at all possible. :)

-William