Silver Tiles

Created the energy grid for ancient landmark to call home. Williamsburg is astrally connected now to the future, the open abilities connected through Silver Tiles. The realm is protected by the eyes of the world, using the energy vamp theory in a positive light: through Essenes and built of the blood of my souls memories in true heart, love, son of Isis through love of women through the conflict against the darkness of nothingness, the empty nobodies who wish to flush away the spirit of tomorrow: flushed away by gateway and guardian. Center ofw orld protected as beacon. Soul tired a bit. Charge Quickly. <3 Skylar

I'm being attacked on the mental plane. It's what causes this kernal panick situation that I've taken into account today. In the situation it's a combination of several items to confuse my identity with the situation. Or to speak ill of people I like and support. Thus this causes a panick and it essentially continues. It's in an event to prevent my artwork from furthering itself, from preventing my artistic process from freeing the spirit I believe in in Silas Rhodes, the spirit I find in S.V.A. and our combined astral status in Silver Tiles. The further I work against this evil nothingness that attacks me, the further I come to the keys to the Pfizer factory (Skittles) and we all come to the Williamsburg Arts Distrct. Skittles is much a creation of Silver Tiles jointly with my soul essentially forwarding the energy to create Skittles. It's through my center process, my controlled vision that spreads outward the dream. It's the kinship in dream, the process

this has been a spiritual attack from the start: the spiritual creature known as "baboosh" appeared from the start. In an attempt to attack my 5 chakras and prevent me from starting a spiritual revolution. I am the center offspringing as I'd said at the start of the show more equally more more imprtant souls/people/artists. The world exists for artists, we change the astral structure of the world. We decide which way the planet furthers itself, it has been my destiny to further the world astrally/physically through the formation of something solid, a revolution, a picture I've always seen in the center of my mind as what I'm supposed to do. This is the destiny I am now fulfilling through the furthering of the hermetic process I went through @ s.v.a. This is what I've realized through the release in memory/energy through todays battle. Nobody can enter your body or mind unless you let them; but they'll try never reaching the interior. However fortunately I

I need the astral energy from T.V. There's something about having the connection to I.F.C./Sundance/Current T.V./H.B.O. on Demand/Showtime (for Dexter/Californication. DO NOT watch censored versions of good shows. This is like watching 'Sex and the City' on T.B.S. You're missing the whole deal. It's like they take the colors of the city and splash grey and dirt on it when they tarnish the art in that way). I miss the television. The need for constantly consuming the energy from my prior L.C.D. leaves me in a situation of madness. I requite the random skip through channels. It's the connection even though i only watch like 4 channels. And I used to watch 'Wallstreet Warriors'. You know what excites me most, when I fucking came to S.V.A. as a freshmen the fucking R.N.C. and protesting that shit was the big too do excitement in N.Y.C. and you'll see like a cheap camera phone photo on one of the forecastmazy photo books of cops with plastic handcuffs. An

Anyday people had expected me to kernal panic. Instead I found Tabitha which was supposed to destroy me and somehow did something entirely different. I'm getting hit with the little lights and energy shits that across from me on this show. There's astral realms that are created for protection. There may be attacks from Hallerina but this I cannot see from the outside. I clear some dead areas in the shadows aside the sort of world that looks nightvision-esque. Vanessa restored to art school formulation creates in the cartoon world only one bowser character to fight who simply wishes to fill the world with hate. As time goes on it becomes further and further a world of madness. Silver Tiles involves alot of jumping around. I called out to my friends today and I believe I got Dillion across the way. Now that peace is made with Fairfield the sides of Williamsburg and Fairfield are united. It's a fascinated situation who you can get. The episodes are and aren't apart of ever

The death of a cat murdered by the hands of the owner of Hallerina. The godhead carmen ex husband creature. The disgusting being of murder.

I called upon the Rosicrucians for astral assistance in this battle. It gets a bit psychotic at times, so I brought in a form of help to assist in astral protection. I'm unsure exactly of how many I was being attacked from but it seemed as though this was the best idea possible. It seems like time I go out on the show and write something other than the blog. Although the blog is incredibly key. The astral beating last night brought further levels but is incredibly disturbing. I find it changes my entire reality. What I place in astral key books, and the whole situation. I ponder the outside. I think now I get where this is all going. It's incredibly far out @ times. Like at all times. I need to built then go out and create. I've got it now.

It's a psychological war. Playing this sort of game, with the astral and the mental. It's really fucked up. I should be writing directly to Urban Outfitters girls so I'm going to at this moment. This shits very real, very realistic, very much happening and very much fucked up. In the latest episode, I went through creating realms and going to battle against Halerina and it's owner. It hurt greatly but worked out really well. The trick with this thing is it attempts to get you angry all the time. It wants to take your own theories and just have you be ridiculously angry, stupid and absurd in reacting to everything. Basically it wants you to turn into it. It wants you to become one of the savages over the demon knight boarder of Bridgeport. It also wants you to become the villain, or rather more specifically it wants you to die. Since you can see all of this on T.V. I don't have to explain what goes on in my head, let me explain how it feels. Many times it hurts physi

Something awoken within me. I recall being hypnotized and I recall what they do during the night. I do not accept lightly being called roshambo. I find this highly insulting. All shall be accomplished. The modeling, the film, the company. I simply find no reason to stop and see this attempt to call me roshambo an attempt to allow me to take myself less seriously. There is nothing in this world I take more seriously than myself. I don't understand why I would ever allow myself to take myself less seriously. This is foolishness I will not allow. It seems as though I make a great leap forward and they attempt to push it down. Then I see what's happened and I make a further effort. I am not this roshambo. <3 Skylar

So, I've got everything set thus far. And the walk across Williamsburg under the J,M,Z involved running through astral realms and reaching points of the past. It's all really quite, well, fucking happening. And it's a fantastic thing, Williamsburg will be built off the energy of Silver Tiles. Our combined astral auras will create the club/the refinery/the visual axis. It's not like a far out hippy thing, it's all for serious, Hughes clearly has machines to proove it. On the outside world kids everyone are surfing the astral realm and alas I openly shared a great deal of important secrets for the new generation, for generation XY so we could change the world, so Generation Y could change everything. So if they took me out the others wouldn't fall, and I spread this across the world. I even read you "secret" Rosicrucian teachings. I wanted to open the world of possibilties I found to you. Particularly to create another culture, to save the world from the

it's really like this; I'm laughing sometimes at the upsurd shit that I'm hearing out the window, it's so fucking funny. 'You're not Fairfield, Connecticut enough' 'progress' it's so incredibly adult swim at times. I can't really believe that this happens, it's so twisted humor that's out there. Then I also got an idea for a new Wonder Showzen esq show where this kid on crack just runs around trying to be a superhero (or go about his daily life) and his grandmother on crack (who's probably black even though he isn't) yells out catch phrases like 'be a good son!' 'I've never even grits' 'the begbugs kill you; I had bedbugs in the bronx, I hate New York' because this is the kind of crazy shit grandma willis said. Although, speaking of promoting myself on this T.V. show and having a sense of wit on the matter, in writing the film 'Harry and Grandma' the inspiration for the cunt of a grandma cam

I've spent the night going through my first fuck and almost later fuck. It's a form of restoration inside my mind, I've taken into consideration how it's sexually mutilated me to have the girl I lost my virginity to as a perfume nightmare character in the show as well as the arcade fire which were probably never involved with the show. So, in the all it's been incredibly helpful to practice the control of the show. It also drew me a bit over the edge to smell Christies perfume on pete. Too far this was too fucked up and we'd together survived a nightmare of him. The shows psyche has to go one way or another. This makes most sense especially since I heard that voice on 725 9th ave questions about girls and want to take them. So creepy, so fucking creepy. so we're perfecting control of the waves of the show which are all set up amongst the show, which I just took into consideration being here (much like based off the grid wave theory of the indigo children).

I'm taking into consideration where this T.V. show currently is. Essentially, I've said my piece on the past and I'm tired of going backwards in the show. That's all happened, you know how I feel on my past now and how I'm going to always feel. Characters through characters my speech this morning really put everything into proper perspective. So now, at this point in the show this is how I'm seeing it. It's all sort of like something in a Bjork world, it's sometimes like Matthew Blarney and it's sometimes like my dreams on crack. I'm walking through the streets and people are commenting and yelling, they're projecting items into my head and pretending to be people I no longer believe is necessary for them to pretend to be. I'm taking it all as crazy producers yelling the funniest of shit at me at all times and attempting to distract me and stop me from doing what I'm doing. The light theories are still in play. In addition, there'

I'm in my own world of New York City. How very awful there should be any symbol to represen t any character that isn't observed as a part of this experience. Everything is mine, a fucking bubble planned in the city, within the bubble exists my madness, a world of psychosis that's freed me of all constraints. It's literally my set based around me, I can feel the pain joy honor suffering blood and madness home and homeless on a journey home back into New York. And sometimes I use the madness characters causing a psychotic state something I'd ask for, for my art. I'm so far beyond the world that I can start to feel and know I must stay 24/7 in madness but there's a certain kindof love in my world of pain like I've been electrocuted and one day others will look at me as I look at Lou Reed. A man kicked me and I've never been so happy to be kicked. I'm a part of everything the most beautifully spawned pavement tree ever empires as a small star explodi

So, this is after the incident of having a spark of Jesus Christ Art Star and seeing how this helped to solidify my personality/create the current character. After a fantastic speech it's a matter of seeing how my writing patterns continue. So far not so bad. It's also a matter of seeing how those outside have oh, been placed in assembly outside today. The commentary with the camera is going decently, the anger lasts a decent amount of time. Aside from that it's a matter of dealing with, no, I say this every time. I spent a mass amount of time saying that. The T.V. show wahhh wahhhh wahhh. WTF am I going to do that for, it doesn't make any sense. Doesn't make it end. This one is really interesting, It's semi angry but not so much. I'm also learning how it is that the anti character effects me. Definitely does. Although less and less over a period of time, ironically this is much like a different version of my Rosicrucian teachings (what I'm doing now w/f

I'm in the middle of creating the perfect EQ for the 9th symphony. I'm finding my way out of this maze that they have me psychologically trapped in. I'm trying to figure out sexually what they attempted to do inside my mind. Either they're speaking true me or I had a revelation of sorts. It would seem in terms of psychology with they attempted to attack from the beginning was my sexuality. They then went from Christie up to Sarah Neufeld which would have been a huge ultimate, laying a girl in my favorite band. Serious deal. Since my art, my life, the reason to live comes from sexuality it's heavily likely they took this into account. It seems from there they went to attack anything from there. This would make sense. I'm just thinking of how they went about this, how it actually happened, finding my way back to reality. Attack Christie, attack Sarah Neufeld, turn them into the psychological enemies the nightmares of my existence. I haven't even gotten laid th

I'm still figuring out exactly how this works, I'm decently sure because of the status of my religion from the beginning I was supposed to use this to my advantage. That it was what I'd said to Hughes about the Einstein quote on the combination of religion and science being an essential that started this. Or perhaps the Char Cornell moment where I had said 'my life as a T.V. show would be a great fucking show' combined with the quote to Sarah Ritch after a night of watching Wonder Showzen where I'd said 'that's like the world inside my head. I feel like I just left home'. Some combination of that and my ability to stand through 2223A and suddenly to decide to stop talking that created this show. So in this instance, where you're watching me use meditation to attempt to control my brainwaves/looking over the focus factor compared to what they're using, I believe I'm bringing everything together. Part of the importance of this level of Silv

Looking back on Her Space Holiday, that was about expression and a deep emo like love of female, when did this become something that represented evil or some sort of greed? Why are symbols becoming engulfed by the nothingness or representing hate when they should be representing some form of love, expression and this openess? I see that happening from the fucking birds and the rising phoenix to Fairfield, looking over everything it feels like that's what was happening. Symbols were becoming symbols of hate, strength becoming weakness. It's wrong, it's fucked up and never what I intended for any of this. Something's going right in the fixing on Fairfield in my mind. So I'm going to address this with the fact that you're all watching this, they're obviously inside my mind I see what's happening but if they're going to fuck me over with this situation then they're going to. I'm not going to allow it to happen but these are incredibly powerful pe

I'm in a sorts of stream now. It's the situation I've been before and this is a sort of situation where I'm either going to get further or continue on the same pathway. You're watching this so you know more about where we're going with this than I do. I'm in need to continue the cash, I'm in implication that there is an end that there's a sort of pattern of faith in the end of this. So I continue walker, uh alright, but looking into the overall situation certain things are obvious about this show. Shit like the fact that they changed the refridgerator doors. Shit like being contacted. Small things like the three monkeys referencing back to my music videos, everybody shakes their heads and do this sort of thing. Alot of the times there so much references. References to Skittles references to Williamsburg references to everything. And you're watching all of this from the outside so either this is or isn't going to work out. I really need to ref

When did this become my catch phrase? I have to stand by my catch phrases, I always have to question my own terminology. It's a sort of wholeness I find in looking at the entirety of the situation I've come through. I've gone through the ripping apart of my psyche from Fairfield and on and then I put humpty dumpty back together again. I'm figured out ways to do it without giving complex names and diagrams because we've done that before, because I become worried where they're going to throw it in the plotline because I see the difference in the year I'm in and realize the amount of people who are watching my show. Lou Reed is watching my show. So are the S.V.A. kids and I take all of this into consideration and it sort of puts into perspective the insanity I'm in. I take into myself really who I'm talking to when I talk. From there, I take into consideration what matters and what doesn't. The rest are the scraps of the world, I couldn't give t