Chad

How it be with the two of us. • • • • • #thecreative #visualmobs #1stinstinct #yngkillers #folkvibe #gearednomad #shotzdelight #imaginatones #mkexplore #agameofportraits #pursuitofportraits #hbouthere #humaneffect #killeverygram #foxredlab #labrador #labradorretriever #foxredlabrador #labsofinstagram #foxred #labradorsofinstagram #teamfoxred #talesofalab #dogstagram #foxredlablove #dogoftheday #labsofinsta #foxredlabs #foxredlabsofinsta #fire

I forget the post feature exists anymore. How long until they rename Instagram to something stupid like they did with Twitter (I will never not call it Twitter,) or it becomes obsolete because of ‘Threads’? At one time, this was a platform for sharing creativity. Now its a platform for sharing Reels of people acting like each other, with the same “trending” audio, or re-sharing reels someone else posted with their stupid face in the corner “reacting” to it by pointing at the original reel every time they say something they agree with… I feel sad for future generations. Were supposed to be looking out for them, but here we are encouraging idiocracy…

2019-now. What a trip.

My strengthened. Not my weekend. Weekend = Weakened. Words and thoughts mean a lot to ourcellves. They dont know the difference between a few letters - they only know the sound. Its why you see a lot of “spiritual” people referring to “waking up” as rising. Because a wake is a celebration of death. Be careful what you think. You could be cutting years off your life, like I have.

My new favorite thing is watching bees live. I’d love to domesticate one for its short life. I would also name it Phoenix, just because the name feels right to me for learning the intimate details of what makes a being tick. Worker bees, like this one, only live up to 6 weeks during summer months, and up to 6 months during winter. Can you imagine how wonderful it would be to live a life full of purpose and not have to deal with all the noise that us humans do? There is no bee propaganda to mess with their minds. They just do what they were born to do and leave this realm.

When I look back, I hate what i’ve become; someone that took responsibility for nearly dying, because I believed others over my own intuition. I hate that I changed my mind completely against the previous version of my self. I hate that it all made me question everything im told is the truth even more than the version of me that refused to allow public school to rule my mind. I hate that I question the reality that the majority of humanity appears to be deluded in to, one where to feel good about yourself when you’re upset, you go on the internet and talk down on people questioning what they are told even though you are probably completely wrong. I hate that I can’t watch movies or television shows anymore, because I now know how absorbing their energy will change my brain to be more controllable. And what I hate more than anything from all of this, is that it is impossible for those of us who speak our honest truth to get people to see what we see. Some people completely lack the ability, for one reason or another, to step out of their tunnel and see the rest of the world, connected. What I dont hate is any living being, though. Regardless of if you disagree with my sharing my guts with everyone, I could never hate you, because I understand. I understand what its like to have my brain controlled by media, politics, and every bit of mainstream culture that works to corral is through the pens of this human farm. One day, all of us will see the truth. Let’s try and make it happen during our stay here on Earth and not what comes after. ✌️🧡🔥

I know. You might question your life experiences due to the information slammed in our face every waking moment, but I know mine. We have been subconsciously programmed to attack anyone who shares their beliefs based on their lived experiences. Thats why people are afraid to share their lives. Lucky (or not…) for me, and anyone who gains anything from my sharing my own lived experiences, a gigantic swath of mine are centered around nearly dying from my own malfeasance against my soul. If not for those experiences, i’d likely be right there with most people, afraid to share my own thoughts because of what people have been programmed to think about them.

When you consider how truly small we all are in the grand scheme, does anything really matter? Sure, it matters in “this life” if you consider it a level in a hugely complex game, but some of the shit I see people arguing for hours on end about, I wish they could experience what I have, because they would just put their phone down from arguing with people they don’t even know online, get a dog, and go outside.

I am not your “owner,” we are soulmates, and without you I would never have discovered the part of myself that I needed to keep climbing in this crazy mixed up world.

Do you see it? 🌞🕊️ #LionsGate #ThatsMyDog #ThePhoenix

Reminiscing about my life between near deaths and The Phoenix. My passion for doing this type of photography is gone now, because I spend all my time with Phoenix in nature now, and my camera has so many shutter actuations that its ability to take long exposures is severely degraded. I hope to get a new camera some day and hopefully gain back some energy to do it again, but until then, it is my past. ✌️🧡🔥

There is nothing like a missed opportunity that turns in to an even better opportunity… I saw this deer walking along the ridge toward the woods but we werent quite at a good spot that I could capture it because of bushes in the way. Well, to my surprise, the deer stopped at the perfect spot to capture him through a small clearing and was staring right at us, just before he disappeared in to the woods 😁