Isaiah Toothtaker + Jacob Safari “La Mer" taken from the forthcoming project "ИOTHING”
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Ever thought about all the crap that you shovel into your mouth everyday? Was that too harsh? Alright, let me slow the roll for ya. Ever consider how much junk you eat on a regular basis? Americans are inundated with choices. You name it, we have it…in “100 DIFFERENT NEW AND UNIQUE FLAVORS!” The amount of advertising, marketing, research, and dollar dollar bill$ that go into feeding our ever-hungry gaping maws is simply astounding.
But have you ever stopped to consider your food? Like, REALLY consider it. That styrofoam-looking thing with orange dust on it: what’s in that? Cuz if it ain’t cheese + curl, then I’m calling bullshit. Have you read the labels on processed food? How many food can you name that have numbers following it? Do you really want to eat something that sounds like something you’d learn in chemistry class?
There’s all this uproar about the industrial food complex and how it perpetuates obesity, diabetes, cancers, and a slew of other nasty shiz yet we continue to spend billions, yes BILLIONS, of dollars supporting it with our money because, well, all you have to do to get your fix is drop some coin at your local supermarket, drive-thru, or convenience store. Don’t tell me marketing doesn’t work.
But as Prey we must remember: we are what we eat. If you endeavor to become a more soulful, compassionate, connected, integrated being on this earthly journey then perhaps what you choose to consume ought to be made CONSCIOUSLY. No one said being Prey was easy.
Stay hungry (you’ll live longer).
FROM OUT OF THE DARKNESS
He’s submerged in a puddle of tears treading through murky confusion without so much as the sun to shine down as his compass.
Helping hands are beyond reach, seemingly severed. Obscure haze is a perpetual fire burning through his pupils.
Esai tries desperately to get on track when there are no tracks in oblivion. He can’t rebuild destruction with no ground beneath his
feet. His mental state is often confused for him while his real state is lost in nothingness. His mental keystrokes are so profound he
convinces himself to remain lost. Where sunlight is lacking darkness prevails. Esai understands his illness while the ones around him
do not. He knows those on top have won battles, but he realizes no one wins battles against themselves. The future is irrelevant to a
man of impulse and utter disarray. The only person with the power to eradicate his illness remains a mystery.
Esai hopelessly attempts to discard his past in the wastebasket, but the crumbled paper jumps back at him from the wasteland that
is his life. He lives in regret hoping and praying for the impossible. His illness is a disease, no less of a killer than cancer.
He dreams in a terrorizing red filter while his devilish mind can’t help but be curious about the death before his eyes. He refuses to
awaken his dark soul from its sinful slumber sparking internal struggle that only a touch from an angel can soothe. To his dismay, he
rises only to find that visions of death have infiltrated his conscious state re-entering the cycle of mental anguish.
The frenzied torment whispers thoughts of suicide into Esai’s ear as he reaches for his weapon of choice. He wonders which
entry point would be most effective, finally settling on the temple. His trigger finger slowly begins its draw with the sound of each
mechanical clank injecting his digit with doubt. The cries of his son drown out the clatter of the inner workings of the gun, but his
son isn’t home. His finger trembles slowly, retracting its pull.
He suddenly envisions a familiar face. The image before his stifled sanity is that of his son years later battling the same agony,
holding the same gun to his own head. At that moment, clarity triumphs over mystery.
The phone rings startling Esai into pulling the trigger. Feathers fill the air.
Thankfully, the mental picture of his son had convinced him to remove the gun from his head. The .45 caliber bullet exploded
through his bed.
Esai answers the phone, voice shaking, “Hel-hello?”
“Daddy, I love you. I just wanted to tell you that, okay?”
He thinks to himself, “How could my 5 year old son have the intuition to call me at this very moment?”
Recalling the clarity from earlier, he realizes it was the same intuition he invoked to visualize his son eventually suffering from the
tragedy of his father’s suicide.
Voice trembling, Esai replies, “I love you too, Papi.”
“Ok. Daddy. I’ll see you in a lil’ bit, okay?”
Relieved with lucidity, Esai reassures, “You sure will, Papa. You sure will.”
Mental illness plagues sufferers with the insecurities of stigma. The despondence renders the mentally ill lonely with self disgrace because of society’s uninformed view. Mental health is no different than physical health and must be treated with the same, if not more, rigor because of the complexities of the mind and body.
We all have our inspirations coming from the most trivial of sources as well as the most significant aspects of our lives. When you feel like you’ve entered the darkness, look to the light(s) in your life. Remember: it takes the darkest room to develop the best pictures. Suicide is not to be taken lightly, nor is it a joke. You think Esai was laughing with that gun to his head?
When your brothers and sisters fall, it is your duty to pick them up, in the name of humanity.
If you or someone dear to you suffers from any mental illness such as depression, please seek help for they often lack the fortitude to help themselves. If you have even the slightest inclination they are close to suicide, please use every resource available to bring them back to a sense of normalcy.
Resources like the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline provide assistance and can be reached by calling 1-800-273-TALK (8255) or go to www.suicidepreventionlifeline.org for other helpful crisis management tools.
As delicate of a topic this is, I encourage you to share your comments, feedback or stories. Thank you.
WRITTEN BY ERIC EFINIT