How Doing What You Love Saves the World

Jupiter Conjunct the Galactic Center

The Naked Songwriter Podcast #54

Dear fellow weirdo:

Your life purpose was never about trying to contort, stuff and cram yourself into one of society’s little boxes.

Doing what you love saves the world

With my beloved by the ocean, rainbows over water, making music with my friends.

You’re an alien.

You’re a galactic adventurer, a starseed, an evolutionary outlier.

You’re a mutant, a freak, a warrior, a savior.

You came here to do your thing as passionately and as fully as possible.

You came here to bring beauty, not to share in the pain of those poor souls who have contracted to stay in the old 3D reality.

Now is the time when it’s really helpful to be clear on this.


The Naked Songwriter is my (usually) twice-a-month love letter to you in words and music. I can always use a little sugar in my bowl (donate link).

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Live Heroically – Do What You Love

Boldness + Creativity = How We Change the World

A couple centuries before scientists realized that reality is a mass hallucination, William Blake claimed that everything is Imagination. Blake saw human beings as occupying a unique position in the cosmos, as we have – or could have – the freedom to apply our imagination to whatever we choose.

7 of Poetry - Blake TarotAs Mercury was stationing to return to direct motion (Wednesday, 11/20, 2:12 pm EST), I did a little tarot spread  from the William Blake Tarot of the Creative Imagination. The first card I drew was the 7 of Poetry – Boldness.

In addition to being a prolific and innovative artist, Blake was an iconoclastic visionary who prefigured the psychological universe we all inhabit today. He was ahead of his time and probably is still ahead of our own time.

Here’s what Blake said about the artist’s responsibility to society:

The wretched state of the arts…demands a firm & determinate conduct on the part of artists to resist the contemptible counter arts established by…politicians…

Ed Buryn, creator of the Blake Tarot, writes about the 7 of Poetry: “This card urges you to face your fears and live heroically…You can do your duty to life — countering fears and mortality itself — by doing what you love, upholding truth, and encouraging others in the same bold path.”

I love this last sentence:

“You can do your duty to life by doing what what you love, upholding truth, and encouraging others in the same bold path.”

The Perverted Modern Imagination

If imagination is the only thing that truly exists, then we can re-create the world by imagining it differently.

This is, of course, what real artists do: they show us the world as it exists in their imagination.

But we live in a time where imagination has been degraded. Most people’s imaginations were crippled early on by family-of-origin trauma, driven underground by the patriarchal dogmas of the family religion, and perverted through long years of school – where the curriculum is designed to teach kids how to shut up, sit still, and become obedient servants of the ruling classes.

In adulthood, any remaining sparks of imagination must compete with the relentless barrage of images most people consume daily on television, the Internet, and social media.

Ascension: We are the Neural Network of Mother Earth

A colleague proposed to me recently that humans are kind of like Mother Earth’s brain. She had a vision in which she saw that Mother Earth’s consciousness has been semi-dormant for centuries.

Now our living, conscious planet is awakening again. She longs  to evolve beyond her current state of depletion (chemical warfare, devastation of the forests and oceans, constant war, poverty, abuse, etc.).

This feels like a helpful metaphor to me.

As the physical inhabitants of the planet with the capacity to change reality, we are in a unique position to help Mother Earth return to her true state as a Garden Paradise.

But how can we imagine a better reality when we are still trying to “succeed” within a system that hates the imagination? How can we imagine a better reality when we are so tired and stressed and sad from trying to make ourselves fit into a job, a relationship, a family that will never work for us?

If we are the brain cells that Mother Earth needs in order to renew herself, how can she ascend when we have grown weak and dull and complacent? Choosing to argue within ourselves and complain about the sad state of the Brain, rather than doing what we were made to do?

Blake saw that our duty was to be ourselves, to express our own uniqueness, and to do – to the best of our ability – those things that express our own Divine spark.

We didn’t incarnate here at this time to be obedient wage slaves. We didn’t come here to live out the bankrupt dreams of our parents’ generations. We didn’t come here to blindly follow society’s marching orders. We didn’t go through everything we had to endure to get to this point in our lives to say, “Well, the world is going to hell and there’s nothing that poor little me can do about it.”

We came here to re-create the world, plain and simple.

This is our duty, to our own eternal spirit and to this beautiful planet and her plants and animals who give us so much nourishment and abundance while asking so little of us in return.

The astrology of 2020 tells us we are heading into a hardcore cycle of death and rebirth in human society. If this isn’t obvious to you now, it will be apparent by early January  when we have a lunar eclipse in Cancer opposing the epochal Saturn-Pluto conjunction in Capricorn. The time to claim our divine right of liberty is now.

My first moment of transcendence

The Start of My Life in Music

Child in the backseat, ’bout four or five years
Hank’s voice on the radio

             – Lucinda Williams, “Car Wheels on a Gravel Road”

From the beginning, I wanted to make music. The first moment of transcendence I recall in this lifetime happened in the back seat of a 1972 Chevy Vega. We were driving from somewhere far away back to the trailer where we lived in southern Indiana.

I was four or five years old, curled up beneath a blanket in the back seat.

As the black sky rolled by outside the window, I was falling into slumber, lulled by the sound of the wind outside the car and the hum of the tires beneath me. And then.

My stepdad tuned the radio to a Christian gospel radio station. The Chuck Wagon Gang was the group. I heard those ladies singing their hearts out and I could see their harmonies like intertwining filaments of light. Dancing in my mind’s eye like angels. Or like how stars would sound if I could hear them.

I was electrified. I was enthralled. I was enraptured. I knew right then that this was what I needed.

A couple years later, we moved to a bigger town in Indiana. My parents got more and more fundamentalist in their Christianity. And more and more distant in their relationship. And before long, the music had drained from our lives.

As a middle schooler I learned that secular music was “of the devil”. I couldn’t stop loving music, but my parents actively discouraged me from playing the nine-dollar guitar they’d grudgingly bought me at an estate sale. (Thinking, I’m certain, that I would give up my musical dreams once I realized how hard it was to learn to play the guitar without any encouragement or instruction.)

#thankyoupatrons

Since I started my Patreon page in 2016, I’ve posted 36 songs to my patrons. I’ve written a lot more music than I’ve posted, but these are the songs I felt were ‘finished enough’ to share with the people who care enough about what I do to contribute a few bucks every month.

I’m grateful to be able to count on a little extra cash each month for groceries and guitar strings. But the encouragement and accountability built into this neo-patronage system have been the biggest blessings.

I have a wild, prolific, and wide-ranging imagination. I love making music. I love playing the guitar and singing. I love writing songs. I love recording songs. I love the music production side of things, learning how to capture the sounds I’m hearing in my head and translate them into audible frequencies.

What has traditionally been a challenge for me is finishing songs and setting them free into the world.

Just knowing that a dozen or so people dig me and what I’m doing enough to show up with $5 or $10 every month has motivated me to finish work at a rate that is semi-astounding to me.

A Dirty Dozen – DK Tracks

Some singer-songwriter acoustic stuff, a handful of ambient live-looping tracks, a few devotional numbers, a crazy kid song I produced during a visit to my daughter’s fourth grade class, and a recent Grateful Dead cover…#thankyoupatrons

11:11 Podcast – A New Reality

Taurus Full Moon 11:11 – Moving Towards What Feels Good

The Naked Songwriter Podcast #53

Taurus Full Moon over the Atlantic Ocean Nov. 11 2019

Taurus Full Moon over the Atlantic Ocean – photo by DK

More prosperity and bliss can be yours. That’s the message of Tuesday’s Taurus Full Moon and the rare Mercury transit across the face of the Sun on 11/11. We are still in the throes of letting go of old trauma and limiting beliefs, with Mercury still retrograde and conjunct the Sun in Scorpio. But if we are willing to trust ourselves and the Great Creator, we can tune in to a powerful new reality that we have the opportunity to create together.


The Naked Songwriter is my (usually) twice-a-month love letter to you in words and music. I can always use a little sugar in my bowl (donate link).

Energetic support counts too. Please sign up for my newsletter if you’re not already in that club and share what you like with other cool creative visionaries.

And if you still do Facebook stuff, you can like my page and stay in the loop that way. Sometimes I do weird fun combo platters of music and astrology there. With my kids and dog.