A river with a quiver and a sliver of wither

Oi, do I ever know about the river... 3 years ago I moved to alberta, not liking it I hitchhiked from calgary in an attempt at landing in Vancouver to stay with some friends and set my roots, but a truck driver was going straight through to Whiterock and I knew some people who lived there, so I set my roots there, while there I asked the spirits for a Shamanistic Calling, the day before I got two tattoos on my wrists, that seperated me from the normal human vibration (I think seperating me from my dream self but Im not too sure) and after a near death illness, the origins of whichs, being a mystery to all the 5 doctors and numerous emergency room attendants I talked to, I found myself slipping further and further and further into that oh so potent plutonic abbyismal abbys, not to mention suffering from hypothyroid and after that faded, hypoglycimia, I have been in the river for the last three years, right over my head, and have just yesterday completed the tattoos and removed myself from the downward spiral (part of my accension into eagle, (last night I had QUITE the dream involving eagles and hawks; the most potent real deep dream I have ever had. at one point with its own beautifully sad violin sound track, a real song whose name I dont know, as this Grand wonderful Eagle was captured and being pulled away by "the man" as I ran after the truck)) But anyway, I have been given as a result of the last 3 years, not only deep beautiful and frustrating knowledge as to the true nature of humanity and the universe, but a novel that just may be the Mother of all novels... I cant write it until I fully manifest as eagle, but look for the name T.R.Lustig when its done.
So yes, in short, I have seen the river, it is deep, it is dark, and dont attempt its depths unless you know what you're diving into, but coming back into the light again is like removing a weight suit that you've been training with for the last 3 years, as the pressure under the river is far greater than that on land.
Much love from above the surface. T.R.Lustig. Tweet