Construction of Mind
Center Stage: Ego
As God
I am the substance of Ego.
I am the construction of Mind.
I am Presence made manifest into Flesh.
I am the culmination of Creation.
I am a Fragment of God.
And I think you are beautiful.
Upstage Left: “It’s Not True”
Start with Mumbles and Darkness and Madness and Screams…
NO!!!!! I'm Broken, and Lost, and Ugly, and Flawed. And this is Hard
Center Stage: The Now
Play with Presence, Breath, and the Performance.
This is it. This is the moment. This is the culmination of tears and prayers and hopes and failures and joys. This is a fragment of something infinitely eternal contained and protected by this fragile thing we call a soul. This is mine. This is my place. These are my gifts. This is the manifestation of years of chaos and shit (reference upstage left) distilled into something I am able to control. This is my story. This is my dirge. This is my drug addicted love song. This is the delicate dance of the devil and deity made irrefutably real by the sacrifice of blood and laughter. This is my blood. This is my laughter. This is God
Transitions: Connected
Upstage Left Very authentic and personable.
“I am Flawed” She said (She, being me; me, being the imaginary version of you). Did you get that? Did you get how quickly I get convoluted? How fast it can get Lost? How easily I presume to know what you are thinking, and how instantaneously I begin to think that you and I are the same. Someone once told me that everyone was connected. That at the core of our fundamental design we were all one; And that in order to love you. I would have to first love me, and in loving me, I would be loving God, because we are made in the image of God . . . and then he said something even more remarkable. He told me I was Beautiful. . .Evoke the emotions of being made love to: Sensual, intimate, and good, until you are arms open and accepting (almost like a cross)
Sing “Amazing Grace”
Walk Upstage Left and remove pants as you awaken into your sexuality.
Upstage Right: Grandma
Play with sexuality, innocence, humor, reverence, and caricature.
The one thing you probably don’t know about my grandmother, is that she was a black woman. Well may be you would know that. . . Let me put this way. She was an old black woman from Mississippi that sang Negro spirituals and ate watermelon in her rocking chair. Better? Yes. That was my grandmother. She was ball headed and wise; and when she wasn’t wearing her Sundays finest at church she walked around the house in just a shirt that went down to her knees, and told stories about the olden days. She was beautiful in way that has absolutely nothing to do with the physical. She was the mother Mary in the flesh. And when she would sing it was like God himself stepped in the room. And she loved my laugh. She would tell me “baby your laugh makes me eager to enter heaven, because I know when I get there, that’s how the Angels are gonna sounds.” And when I would dress like her in a shirt that went to my knees she would say. “Boy you sure got some Pretty legs! I could just eat them up!” And Of course I would laugh. I loved her. . . And she loved me… But you do know what I my most vivid memory of her is? It’s the Day she told me I had the devil in me. Take off Shirt fold in ritual of remembrance and place reverently with the pants while humming “amazing grace”.
Upstage Left: Life
Acknowledging that you stand in the Brokenness of the Past
We remember the wrong things and forget the most important part. We focus on the broken pieces of the past and ignore the powerful progression of the whole and in doing so we missed the point of the story. Life is Drama and comedy and Tragedy and Romance and Joy; Angels and Demons; Good, Bad, Heaven and Hell. It is The “I Love You’s” and The “Fuck You’s”. Life is a spectrum of the complexity of God, designed to make you see past the minutia of the moment (reference the energy of upstage left) and point you to the deeper truth. (Reference yourself)
Remove underwear as the final peeling of self Judgment and shame.
Center Stage: Beautiful
Recognize your beauty as Corey
I am the substance of Ego.
I am the construction of Mind.
I am Presence made manifest into Flesh.
I am the culmination of Creation.
I am a Fragment of God.
And I am beautiful.
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