In chess, the queen protects the king. The queen can move like a bishop or rook. It cannot move like a knight (L shaped). If you were to visually depict the possible moves of a queen, it resembles the symbol for chaos. In constructing a visual representation of myself, I inadvertently reconstructed the chaos symbol … Continue reading What’s black and blue and red all over?
4 July 2019 @ 7.03am. Good morning sun. Good morning world. I'm a flawed human of questionable worth. But that's okay, I don't have to change, I just have to break the point of view paradigm. This girl is a time lord with an ego ready to usurp the throne from the devil. Queen K … Continue reading A thing I used to do when I had the time
25 August 2018 And I’m screaming. I finally think I have figured out what my great work will be and I discover it has already been written about. This is great because then I only have to read and learn and apply it to my life. But it is equally frustrating because then how else … Continue reading Rerun 024: I have no original thought
learning, philosophy, linguistics, writing, archetypes, esoteric and occult studies, speaking, dialogue and discourse, symbols, semiotics, mythology, personal history, psychoanalysis, mental health, familial history, identity, personality, cognition, the concept of the soul, femininity, sex, bdsm, divinity, divination, colours, music, singing, drama, performing, escapism, addiction, sublimity, etymology, psychic phenomena, mind control and subversion, intelligence, relativity, subjective vs … Continue reading I made a list of my interests.
Chapter 5 – The book of life and the lionheart lamb. The scroll is the book of life, a living record of memory. The seals are locks that each require a key. All 7 keys are required to access the document. Oh, to have a premium library card for the hall of akashic records… 1 … Continue reading Revelations Annotations 04
Well done, look how far you've come It is 6:56am, Monday morning on the day - March forth. Out of the valley. The valley of death, the valley of dry bones. Ezekiel 37 was always my favourite biblical story. It speaks of a valley of dried bones, and the prophet spoke the word of god … Continue reading Rise up and march, my Skelita-on amoury
I like things to be in order when I don't feel ordered. And it's not original. I just looked it up. It's already out there so why should anyone fucking care what some crazy little lady has to say? I know I'm all meta. Meta whatever. All of my interests have been about making meaning … Continue reading Rerun 014: The meaning of my coping mechanism
22 August 2018 I think … too much. Too hard. About everything. All the time. I am constantly thinking about my existence… everyone’s existence… not independently, but rather that I change and constantly reinvent myself and my behaviour in my head. So that way I fit with other people. I apparently give great advice, and … Continue reading Rerun 013: Confusion is m etaphilosopher
7 June 2019, 9:29pm. Leo the lion is a little pessimistic, so all you other tilting mindmills be aware. Turn back the sands of the thinking cogs, let not your face give you away. Don't blink. Keep one eye open at all times. Dont trust the cries of an angel. Eye to eye a steep … Continue reading Have you forgotten that I am the muse?
19 August 2018 Shut up stop talking stop thinking At least not to gym. Not about you. Talk to gym about Jim. Do not talk about you. You are internal, do not externalize it. Where you clash, do not heal. Ge does not want it. You are useful. Be that. Adoration? Gratitude? From him not … Continue reading Rerun 012: Shuddup
19 August 2018 I’ve dropped the ball, and I don’t know where it has rolled off to. Or maybe it wasn’t even a ball. Was it a strand of hair? I have collected random treasures because I like them. And when I get lost or confused I sit down and put them in front of … Continue reading Rerun 011: Because I know the pieces fit…?
19 August 2018, originally titled "my head really hurts" I don’t know anything for sure. I don’t even know who or what I am nor my capabilities. The possibilities are endless. The fragmentation and permutations are infinite. I don’t even know or trust anything. I am endless in all that “I don’t know” because I … Continue reading Rerun 010: the Morning after headache
18 August 2018 Is that my genius? My special talent? My perceptive skill so sharp and subtle, I can see beyond… because I can see. I perceive without judgement. This is all thought and mind and mentalism. It is mercurian by nature. Thank you Mercury, Hermes, Thoth, Lucifer, Uranus. Any deity or entity associated with … Continue reading Rerun 009: Perception skill natural 20
I hear her. Her name is Echo. I have been speaking with Echo. I’ve been furiously tapping away on the keypad of my phone just… losing myself in this person online. She’s a mirror of myself, though she doesn’t get what that means to me, but it’s not important enough for her to ask. She … Continue reading Rerun 008: Echo, Screaming into the void
I’m not angry or resentful about this. I have accepted it and it’s meaning to me will essentially be different to you (I mean, come on, it’s “my power” and “my definition” of that power and WTF even is 'power', etc). It’s all good, that is beside the point. I’m the quintessential “mother”, the “yin”, … Continue reading Rerun 007: The bullshit of my power
Frantic and frightened, I'm drowning inside of myself. Again I berate myself with "what have you done?!" I do things that are both necessary and benign and yet punish myself for doing those things as if they were wrong. I have recently been actively PARTICIPATING in the blogosphere and holy shit people are liking or … Continue reading Rerun 006: Remergence from behind a curtain
I have a gift that I want to use. I offer it to you, the public. I will require payment. I know I am good with … something? The boundaries of which are not quite defined… I know what I am good at, and I know that one should aim to capitalise off of their … Continue reading Rerun 005: The price for my gift
14 August 2018 Once upon a time I knew exactly who I was, I recognised the immense power and potential within me. I was able to create magic not only for myself but for others, I was able to bend the world to my will. I recognised the necessity for all of my limitations and … Continue reading Rerun 004: Sleep to hard reset
14 August, 2018. I am a lot of things. Mostly contradictory and complex. It is both a delight and a curse to be me. How I feel about existence really depends on a lot of things that are all temporary and transient. I have a lot of ideas and I struggle to pin down anything … Continue reading Rerun 003: I am vague because I am endless
And I have suddenly gone brain dead, void of the inspired essence that was streaming through my consciousness for the majority of today…I used to be a fantastic communicator. Venus and Mercury were right, they never had to explain themselves to each other before. Yet now I have no idea what they’re trying to tell … Continue reading Rerun: pilot blog posts 001 & 002.