My real deepest darkest wish: achieve godhood.

I wish I was a god. That way I could do whatever I wanted. Like god in dogma. The Alanis Morrissette version of god. So before I go any further. I should lay down some pop culture inspirations, reference points. I’m not going to cite everything. But if you know of these films/tv series/novels then […]

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Fight (me) club

I really shouldn’t be talking about it. I’d be breaking the first two rules if I did. Metatrope won’t drop the soap on a rope. Might need to wash your brain with my wisdom manifesto, though. Lather, rinse, repeat. Always repeat. I am Tyler Durden (or should I say Tyler Durden is me?) and I […]

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The lament of the muse

I want to make. I want to create. I want to put in form the force that stirs within. I want to do something other than… omg, words. My artistic medium so subtle and fine that it consists of invisible threads of mithral silk. I spin my webs of fate and weave them together in various ways. […]

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Idyll ideas upon my academy

I am a teacher. Real life. Reading my astrology chart Retrograde mercury, Venus, Chiron. Archetypal Chiron. Healer speaker mentor centaur lover freak… Learning through the sharing of stories – narratology Wellbeing areas – 4 domains Philosophy of aesthetics – metallurgy Maslows hierarchy of needs – tarot reading Science geography, creative essay on landscapes I am […]

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Eo nomine

I have so many fucking ideas. So many wells of inspiration from which to write. And I know I have it in me to produce writing that titillates the pleasures and this is different for everyone. I produce a kind of experience, if sensation is what you seek. I reveal the invisible links and threads […]

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Revelation 1:15 – revealed a secret of my thea keys.

Which voice do I use, and to whom is listening? The voice I wish to be recognised. To transcribe and transmit my viva voce to print. The holistic teacher; the wounded healer; the hybrid, hopeful hubris… This is the voice I choose to represent me. This is the me as I am when I’m teaching. […]

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Public poll: What do you want from me?

Do you still wish my phorphescence remain for you here? Which me do you seek to see, who do you remember me to be? Thrash your way through the bumbling brambles and mummur. You were told wisdom waited for you at the top of the world. I did not wait. I just was… I was […]

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Jason Louv podcast #39 (posted last Thursday?)

3:33 in to the podcast and I have to press pause and rant. Mother fucking fucker. This is the the magician I referred to in Wolf of Antimony’s post like an hour ago, and the one I mentioned in my post from this morning about my plans for this site. Honestly, I hadn’t even heard […]

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We spin and ring our roses, a delightful game

This is not the first time we’ve danced, our fingers touching hands through the keys to the screens… Do you remember back then? You might have been 10? We took turns whispering our words in each other’s ears. We were so quiet and sad, we were so lonely. But it was ever so liberating to […]

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Brought to you by the letter K

Names are massively important to me. I wear names like armour so others can’t hurt me with their words. That is why I had to start the antichrist campaign, better I start it than someone else. I revealed a hugely personal and longstanding alias of mine: Alita. I also just listed a bunch of other […]

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Too much, too little, too early and late

16 personalities, a branch of Myer Briggs Temperament Indic-ates that I am a Diplomat, for I have a predilection for INTUITIVE FEELING (diplomacy) and TURBULENT EXTROVERSION (social engagement) as my dominant character traits and behavioural strategies. I experience a lot of feelings. ALL THE FEELS at the helm of the merkabah, for that is the […]

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Bleeding Venus

Bloody Mary, you cursed her name for she figured out your wretched game. Lilith was a problem so you snuffed her out with Eve, until she too outgrew you. Zebra stripes in a concrete jungle, the greyjoy Zeus civility monochrome landscape of wavey lines. You could not replace me. You could not escape me. But […]

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Personality profile of cult of personality leader

Hi, everybody! (Hi, Dr Kim!) I am a super dooper lame-o Nancy No-Friends and whenever I read a thing or see or hear a thing, I just have to be a part of it! Why? Because FOMO-YOLO kids. I will insert myself into your conversations and imaginations any which way I can, because I am […]

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cover me in fire, cleanse the decay

JACK OFF JILL – LOVESONG (lyrics) I like this version. I like covers of good songs. It’s nice hearing the renditions with the artist/band’s unique style and spin. Whenever I’m alone with you, you make me feel like I am young again. Whenever I’m alone with you, you make me feel like I am free […]

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Descended from Demeter

I’ve already made known that I am the angel of death. My psychological archetype is the destroyer, apparently, and I just cannot help myself from grubbing up that pesky invisible 4th wall. It’s an inherent character trait (flaw?)  of mine where I am happy to play along to people’s ideas and fantasies, so long as […]

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The characters of the big bang

After observing the steady hand of the Dragon Son dissect their baby psalm with such cold precision… I am in sheer awe. Holy moly guacamole. A wakka wakka. That’s as far as my talent with words goes. I am either too heavy handed, too blunt, too overkill, too hard, too fast, or too indirect and […]

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(4 Feb 19 @ 8am) now-sight; knows-it; gnosis.

Good morning WordPress followers of this MMMOTHER-ship. As per the usual program, I bring you the news as is revealed to me as chief muse. Partaking in my morning habitual routine, I detected the motif of “sight” upon my feed. There were, of course, different perspectives on this motif. Instead of commenting, I kept my […]

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I like the bad boys and the bad boys like me

I am far too generous with my words, my energy and my time. I give them out willy-nilly because it is my most heartfelt plight that no person be left behind. Oh geez, that does sound biblical and “rapture-y”… As an educator, I often see kids with pretty low literacy levels get shifted on to […]

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Reruns 027 & 028: I lift up my open hands

26 August 2018 – Surrender I give up. On everything. Forget everything. I never existed. I’m going to disappear now. And I don’t know if I will return. Or if I even should. I hate myself. I wish I was dead. And since I am too gutless to make that dream a physical reality, I’m […]

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