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.
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
Catching one door of perception…
reflecting the full source…
featuring my Self below…
as the Moon Shadow…
in many more ways…
than one.
reflecting the full source…
featuring my Self below…
as the Moon Shadow…
in many more ways…
than one.
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
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
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
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.
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
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.
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
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!
3:54 am
one night
one chair
one foot
one guy
one thought
yet many crosses to bear
one night
one chair
one foot
one guy
one thought
yet many crosses to bear
August 2, 2025 at 12:19 AM
3:54 am
one night
one chair
one foot
one guy
one thought
yet many crosses to bear
one night
one chair
one foot
one guy
one thought
yet many crosses to bear
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
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. 💕
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
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?
Playing with the angels and in search of one particular one. . .
May 6, 2025 at 8:11 PM
Playing with the angels and in search of one particular one. . .
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
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.
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
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.