Gregory Golem
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Gregory Golem
@gregolem.bsky.social
I came to BlueSky to share the inner and outer world with friends & family, especially those that are willing to be open to explore such worlds, be it through creativity, criticism, research and self exploration. Let’s see what happens, the journey begins.
Catching one door of perception…
reflecting the full source…
featuring my Self below…
as the Moon Shadow…
in many more ways…
than one.
November 7, 2025 at 1:18 AM
I woke up this morning and found this band of light shining on my late wife Betsy’s side of the bed. I played with the sunlight and felt the warmth, like a mysterious connection that swam with my memories and emotions for a brief time. I grabbed my phone to record and share the early visual surprise
October 22, 2025 at 1:41 AM
6 months ago on this day and hour,
her physical presence went away.

I dedicate this song,
to the inner presence that stays.

I dedicate this song,
to you dear Betsy!

youtu.be/XAz2NbtWXi4?...
Just Like Heaven - The Lumineers (The Cure Cover)
YouTube video by SKIBIDI JAMES
youtu.be
October 17, 2025 at 4:36 PM
Somedays, I have no idea what side of the veil I exist in anymore, so I wave, and then wave back,… so there we are.
October 6, 2025 at 1:36 AM
Looking outside & in, just not happy to what is happening and taking place in my nation/world. Especially all that is far outside my ability to change and effect, feeling like a worker ant, placing one grain of sand atop another at the end of a beach, toward stopping the tide of Fascism rolling in.
August 10, 2025 at 11:55 PM
Do tears of sorrow taste the same as joy, for if I ever find joy again, I shall be so fucking confused as to where I’ve been, currently am,… and will be going!
August 10, 2025 at 10:36 PM
3:54 am
one night
one chair
one foot
one guy
one thought
yet many crosses to bear
August 2, 2025 at 12:19 AM
Love relationships can transcend death, like two souls merging into a greater whole to continue their individual evolution beyond death.

A bond beyond physical life and death that continues as a path for transformation, between the veil.

The mystical dimensions of Love on the road less traveled.
🙏
June 27, 2025 at 8:16 AM
If I could love you while you were in another city, or an adjacent room, or sitting across the table, then surely I can still love your found presence and allow it to grow in the mysteries of eternity.
June 21, 2025 at 10:50 AM
It is like as if the ache of separation is what gives birth to a love that continues and connects to eternity, like a bridge that one crosses to find that such love is still alive in the surprising presence standing on the other side.
June 21, 2025 at 10:50 AM
Best not to flinch from those moments of utter relentless emptiness. You have to endure this space until something gradually emerges, like an embrace.

If one can stay present in the space of all that is missing, you will discover how the absence of your loved one is also the presence of her.
June 21, 2025 at 10:47 AM
Her hands,… they healed many, held acupuncture needles, created wondeful tasty dishes, crocheted blankets, planted flowers, drove a school bus, registered children for music lessons, held sheet music, left finger prints in England, Ireland, Scotland, Italy and France,… but best of all,… held mine. 💕
June 15, 2025 at 8:00 AM
I keep walking and searching for the Grace that hides in suffering due to the loss of a loved one, but am only finding my shadow self looking back! Surely there will be some type of transformation and transcendence on the road ahead? So I keep walking, looking and hoping,… perhaps tomorrow?
June 2, 2025 at 9:20 AM
Far from being held up to some unobtainable ideal concerning grief,… the correct response to feeling broken,… is to be broken,… that when you are in pain,… you are in pain. Best not to pretend it is anything but that.

Grief is not something to be undone,… but simply carried.
May 12, 2025 at 6:51 AM
A person in a state of grief due to the loss of a spouse, has a commonality with those who have a virus,… many people stay at a distance,… perhaps afraid they will catch it.

Much like having cancer, as seen after living with a wife who fought it for 12 years.

Bless those who came & were present!
May 10, 2025 at 8:05 PM
Does sleeping on the couch contain less grief than on the bed we shared?

What does her last note on the table, “Call DynQuest Re: night” mean?

Why do I not want to disturb the half rolled potato chip bag she rolled with a rubber band?

Her last pair of socks worn are still on the night stand.
May 10, 2025 at 7:50 PM
You wake up on your birthday to a gray rainy day, the first birthday without your wife of 37 years next to you. Things feel very quiet, eerily quit as you look at her empty slippers next to the bed. Then you wonder as your taking a shower with water sweeping your face,… does this crying count?
May 8, 2025 at 10:15 PM
Playing with the angels and in search of one particular one. . .
May 6, 2025 at 8:11 PM
youtu.be/XJwnYvWSGqk?...

Yesterday was a day to take a stand, with all my sisters and brothers, to stand under,… and to understand,… we are not in this alone.
The Slambovian Circus of Dreams - Stand Under, Understand (Official Music Video)
YouTube video by Slambovian Entertainment
youtu.be
April 6, 2025 at 10:53 AM
When one’s spouse has cancer, the world gets smaller, and it competes with the decreasing world due to MAGA/Musk policies.
Both cancer and politics combined to make friends and family disappear, maybe due to their fear of touching & catching mortality, while we fight the red hat brigades in charge?
April 2, 2025 at 7:30 AM
When I take the flesh mask off at night, I find a very challenging man locked into the sorrow of life, that having any extra coming from the outside world of chaos and mean politics, is simply overwhelming. So I bury my mind & heart in art, and what appears shocks me, before I disappear once again.
March 24, 2025 at 10:35 AM
Just before the election, I took my emotions and put them into two drawings representing Hope and Angst. One is more of an every day reality now that it is over, but I’ll keep watering the other,… keeping it as healthy for blossoms to come.
November 15, 2024 at 8:05 PM