I believe.
I believe in the power of human kindness, in the value of genuine and honest intent. I believe, to no avail at times, in the triumph of good over evil, bad comes to no good.
I believe in karma, in the dharma weaving infinitely intertwined with our daily lives, our choices, and even our very thoughts.
I believe that the power of a good deed, the simplest thing, being the all encompassing force that binds those both less and more fortunate to our mortal souls achieving ascension in the eyes of the beholders.
It is true that one man gathers what another man spills, that one mans trash is anothers treasure, that the meek shall inherit the Earth, if only for their hidden fortitude, and that in due time all things pass on from this place.
Every time I visit my websites I revel in my feats of artistic freedom, efforts to embolden readers and viewers with the hoisting of existentialism on our backs with the information age, and simply a profound sense of honesty made good.
I have sold next to no books, and in their unfinished yet timely failing to spurn their own completion, they are free to download, and read, and remain as living sentience on my time spent in how ever many places and spaces.
I have sold no NFTs of my art at all, and yet the tens of thousands who have visited just to view the incensed decorum and bask in its ambience have paid my dear cost. They too are available free in the "Gallery" google photo albums.
Though I have had them up for years, my YouTube videos seemed to have missed their slot. Such is life.
My music I have fallen short of my gifts with lack of equipment, time, and space.
I have asked for donations to help with this colossal loss financially, but no one ever does.
And I realize that money is not as rewarding as the love, light, and lifted spirits I have profited of and to this I say a silent "amen".
But for pragmatic, and sensible purposes let me ask, of the hundreds of thousands of you who have visited... hurry up and buy into this. Because I don't know how else to explain it but...
In my past I have had drug and alcohol problems. Due to love, light, prayer, and living well I have none. I encounter the sentiment, as a man years past, more or less a decade past addictive behavior, that I should not profit, and by this pay for my treachery. Me and Johnny Depp?
My mother, who had my SSI checks cut off due to this very thing, has told my wife, that I am to have "no money" because it falls under "tough love". This from the woman who dropped me in the ghetto slums so many times since my childhood with nowhere to go, no money, and no means, preaching to the high heavens that she does this for my own good.
Yet when I fell like a lost lamb on their wishes and did for them their opinion of "Gods will" and the recovery song and dance to the tee for years at a time, the responses never changed. She and others claim I have schizophrenia when two decades of psychiatrists since say it is not.
We, suffice to say, we believe SHE has an illness, coupled with narcissism that I and my daughter and wife stay far from. Yet due to the power of my own creations, she persists in an almost impregnable causation of furious meddling to remove profit from our lives. She believes her rights to my children are to her say so, and for this reason my son is 18 and has always been kept from me.
Lillian Jean Heidler Ayers Brooks Prilutski Berger... you will never win for all your failings. Amen.
So to those who want to know how it is?
I have been with my wife eleven years, and never has life bested me with any better a friend. We have our struggles, but through clean living we have our triumphs and as a family including her brother, nephew, and parents I have never known a brighter, more give and take living of love.
Ozenoz Media is going through a time right now where I can't quite grasp its future in this present, but thank you all for your visits, and know that I value this gift from all of you.
I am freed from the insanity of questioning my own experience through your readership, light, and love.
For this reason above all others I know my work is not done here.
L'Chaim, Salut, and Blessings to Come,
J.E. Ayers Brooks
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