Hey guys, it's June 1 and this week I have 14 of my first blog posts scheduled to be published: 2 a day for these 7 days, as a matter of fact. They're titled as "reruns" so you'll be sure to distinguish which ones they are. (2 have already been published, so I guess there's … Continue reading 1st of June. Nanay, I love you.
Post contains 32 images. Manipulation. That's the theme of this post - the messed up, mental menagerie motif I'm attempting to manifest in still coherent and meaningful way. I am a master of mind fuckery, and mutating metaphors into mental night whorses NEIGH MOTHER FUCKKA! This blog post is about liars. Liars who may or … Continue reading Oh, the mind is the best thing to -~ɜ≋ԐMЖϢȜ≋ɛ~-
Recap of snippets of stuff that has led us to this point, under my heading. The tarot divination for the year ahead - Apocalypse, in May. I announced the pale horse rides out on 18th May, and it turns out there are quite a few things happening that day!Venus conjunct Uranus. Angel of regeneration, baby.On … Continue reading 2019 May end with my apocalypse.
I forget what I'm doing or trying to achieve. There are so many dreams I aspire to reach, etch my name in the corner with the other great wannabes. This website (modern mystic mother) is a chaotic vom-bucket I throw in my everything, and swing it around because I am a millennial and I need … Continue reading Re-Direct my intentions
Calling all Argonauts. Herald those who sailed with me once upon a tale in ancient Greek mythology. The red ranger may have been the captain who received all the glory, but it is the pink ranger of the heart who helms the Carina now. Kalliope is bringing the old gang back together. I've got Caeneus, … Continue reading Argot naught, læs/sæl
This is the end. Of what I have ever tried to be. The time has come for me to stop dreaming. This is the song that Spotify presented to me as I hit shuffle. Randomised the message from the divine for me to follow. And I have informed the echo of my intentions. To disappear … Continue reading Closing time
Thank the PCTC for all the hard work they try to inject into the youth of society. Lets do our part, all in the communikey. Open your eyes to the vanilla skies that you painted with your tongue. Open your mind to the empty disguise, your mask could not be wrong. How do you know … Continue reading Red Eye Movie Star
Good morning to all my WarpDress greaders. Hah, 9:11 am! It is the 8th of March and I am in the first period of work. This is a colloquial journal entry of sorts, for I want to make a couple of things known - such as my intentions and what is already planned in play. … Continue reading Freedom for Frida
Holy shit stop censoring yourself and allow the words that flow so freely from your mouth be diverted to flow through your fingers as you type this message. Remember bitch, remember. It is a book. A beginning of a potential whatever. But it is a starting point to offer the market and convince them to … Continue reading Wake up, Wednesday.
You were never there, Although you were. You blamed me for the rain One day. You tell me you love me And all these other lies. I smile and nod politely. You said you never meant to hurt me, Although I wanted to hurt you. I hated you, Then came down and cry to you. … Continue reading Someone knew
I don't know anything about magic. I just know about perception. If all life is symbolic, then I can see how life itself is magical and miraculous. If this is all there is to life, and it is a matter of self perception, I wish I was dead and never had to feel at all. … Continue reading My point of origin. Anchor.it.age here and now.
I told Ash I would share my really scrappy sorry excuse for a sonnet. It vaguely leans in the direction of a sonata criterium. Sort of, near enough, close enough, is that good enough. Lazy and stuff. That's me, through and through. I'm the muse of bards, but not always a bard. I am skald … Continue reading aSSHHH… speak of my sonnet to no one.
I started writing a comment to respond to Ron's post, but then it pretty much turned into an essay so I thought I'd just post it here. Remember, dear reader, this is my opinion. This is my vision and understanding of the nature of existence. I don't claim to be the ultimate anything (except making … Continue reading The truth about the word of god
Christine Betts - writerpainter Rarasaur - some blog my prophet, Echo, showed me. Allusion vs illusion. Allusion is literary, illusion is visionary. I'm not trying to deceive, just trying to redirect your point of focus. Look within. That's where you'll find your inner light. And that is a metaphor. Please don't go literally gouging out … Continue reading Some of my words, my thoughts about god.
26 January 2019, 10:18pm; okay. So. Without and pomp and splendour, my heart rate is elevated as I sit at my dining table, working through Benebell Wen's Book of Maps. I have been working with her tarot deck - The Spirit Keepers Tarot - pretty slowly and haphazardly this past month. That is due entirely … Continue reading Take a journey with me through the SKT
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 … Continue reading Reruns 027 & 028: I lift up my open hands
I am a goddess and I need to be petitioned with entreaties and treats if I am to bequeath blessings unto you and your own.
Welcome, welcome. Please come closer and let me smell you. Good, fresh, hungry for killing. Me too. Come now, first let’s eat; then we can hunt and kill the visions of imaginary gods. (or just fuck with people) BOO! haha. Douche bag. What has influenced my ideology? Mythology. The deities and their shenanigans immortalised through narrative. Their personalities … Continue reading DRBZ – Inspired Influences