Welcome to The Universe's Engraved Timelines

I adventured into translating my arts into literary formats for all spectrums of perspectives in the book universe to experience. The visual art and literary form shows many perspectives in different ways. I believe that they are still skin deep between their connected line of expression which provokes psychological attachments to readers and viewers. The feelings are eternal portraits that speak through the mind's outlook about how visions see the arts and writing.

In the developmental stage of my work, I practice goth yoga that I had created for my own spooky thrills. I always had these abilities. It started with seeing dimensional beings then adventures. I learned how to control my talents. I write while the moon is up. I do multiple methods at random times. The first is listening to death metal, a scary opera that is harmonized with a haunted organ, the cello, the violin, a thunderstorm, and nior jazz. I experience visions while awake that blend with my reality. The sounds or clocks ticks that stand parallel in the vision control the intensity of the broken time reactions while the other timeline is telling is story. The second is auditory sensory. In a sane mind, I clairvoantly hear conversations from my hearing, disembodied touch, and tuning into what the encounter of my deep silence channels. The third is looking at reality through its blind lens. I often see time anomalies everywhere on objects and lurking between the livings sight that is missed. The fourth one is I will shut off sight while looking to hear the unseen and not heard through auditory sounds to create reality as a silent adventure behind its scenes. The fifth encounter with the infinite kind is cutting the connection between my senses, reality and time in their engaged space continuum. I will sit in deep silence blindfolded. I have a notebook and pen with me or an audio recorder. In a lit, dimly lit, candlelit, or dark setting inside a room joined by the moonlight. I write or vocally record a story from the lips of feeling, heighten sound, smell, and more. My sight will walk through reality's mind as time's ghost through its eyes. My disembodied voice speaks into my ear about what is happening from the voice of the scenes mind. My hand will feel sensations that navigate me through the unknown. When it is over, I return to what reality wants me to see when I remove the blindfold. All connection to the alternate is gone. The sixth is sitting in the daylight and moonlight to connect natures heartbeats to mine. I will stare at it. I write the scenes that are its ghosts based on its drums intensity. The seventh encounter is that I will touch something randomly. I have a vision of the scene and its gray notes that test the truth about theory of if time is seeing through the bones of reality's  perceptions. After, it will go away. I put the stories into my books and podcast. I believe the best stories are the ones that are split between sight and mind. They are told by the dark in the open portals of terrors focus. The same balance of it is used in the creations of my artwork and erotic scenes,      

I structured my craft between the light of eroticism and sketches of the mirror. The macabre's poetic eroticism reflects the morals of the aroused horror and poetic breaths. The words lines strap them to the thrill to see the uttered reactions and tones bound to the walls of the page until the twist last page tells its next mind bending whisper that leads to another pursuit. I used painting as its instrument of patience to let the strokes of the brush tell how slow the burn of the lore intensity to the pauses in the lust for answered secrets to a passionate story between the unknown and dark fantasy that is revealed on the completed canvas. The romance between it and my drawings bleed the final cut of their mysteries black roses into my book galaxies of multiple red eclipsed moonlit merged nightmares that softly devour the psychological journey of the reader inside them.  

Acting in theatrical performances magnified the silent sculpted lines of the mask in the screams actions. The waltz of fear with paranoia move across the floors of the horrors. The conversations become the face of the atmosphere. The echoed steps of the journey are the statues left behind to haunted after the curtain closes mysteries minds for the the next act to thrust perspectives that pulls the first layer of the actors masks off. While I was acting, I paid more attention to the silence hidden inside the scripted words. It revealed the dark terrors ice cold kiss that tested me every time that plot was thought to be figured out. The suspense kept my detective parts of sanity  in taut pulled strings of making it important to never stop investigating its supernatural traps that laugh through my shocks. In my writing, I create the atmospheres of settings where the curtains can't deceive the reader. In every thread, lighting of perspectives and perceptions, line, crack, feature, expression and more are the mapped eyes that want you to think that you will find the silence that is the shadows of the statues and solved truth.  

The room of my mind challenged my passion to grow from the foundation of the classroom. Before I introduced my niche to the world, I used my research and educational development to polish its beauty. The steps in the classroom proved that my mind is right to appreciate that there are more arts to the masterpieces and words that exist in the universes. I connected the dots in the curriculum. I applied it to how I shaped the professionalism of executing the smooth products timelines in my work for its times ghosts to reminisce about the readers remembrances of the time travels bound to weird experiences and nostalgic feelings that they lived through with its minds.