I'm a teller of stories, I'm a singer of songs. An oracle of omens, a re-writer of wrongs. I'm an archetypal essence of both my ego and shadow. The oracle of Sydney shares her wisdom with the world. A wailing, blinding siren, I am the Spin Doctor. We are dumb and there are plenty of … Continue reading I am and my way with words
Disclaim! I, skabaren K (the evolvement of skibbo), have stitched together another skaab. I want to thank Rondut for the beginning of the spark that set this bad bitch on fire. I start with humour, to mask the conjuration of swirling dark forces spinning beneath the event horizon. The greatest love story Australia has ever … Continue reading Sibylline Oracle, NIN.vi3
This afternoon I lit some incense, a couple of candles, and began to work. I prayed. I just had to talk aloud to get it out of my heart and chest. I cried. I rearranged my temple, I started to clear out the chambers of it's rubble and random debris. A couple lines of different … Continue reading How to begin..? Anything
I have decided to create a post as a pillar in space and time. This one. I hope I can nail in enough posts to mark my fence space/time line divide. Sigh, sullen sad stares into the distance. The stars are playing with my brainwaves again. I am going to be sharing some old blog … Continue reading trapped in a mirror, transcend the barrier
A little aiode to the song that got me through the eye of the needle in 2018. Remember and honour the zheroes that taught you best. Lest we forget, our soul (r)evolution forced to repeat/reset.19 June 2019. For the first time in almost a year I got out my guitar and tried to have a … Continue reading Rerun 33b: s(tr)ongirl bandbird
Deborah was one of the 12 judges of Isreal. 1 woman, 11 men. She was one of the 12 judges from the biblical book of Judges (old testament). Judge Judy shopheṭ or shofeṭ (plural shophṭim or shofeṭim; Hebrew: שׁוֹפֵט šōp̄ḗṭ, Punic: 𐤔𐤐𐤈 šufeṭ, Ugaritic: 𐎘𐎔𐎉 ṯapiṭ) literally means "Judge", from the Semitic root "ṮPṬ", "to pass judgment". Cognate titles exist in other Semitic cultures, notably Phoenicia and Carthage. The Biblical judges were shofeṭs. WIKIPEDIA! Just is Kim. … Continue reading Debbie does Atlas
Through glass just started playing on my shuffle playlist.... Holy shit. Haha. How's that for a divine sign? - 23/5/19 Allow me to lay a few stepping stones so I do not diverge from this meeting place (let me not be swept away again without relaying my intended message... don't get distracted by chasing shiny … Continue reading Gemini twins, mirror reflections
The world keeps perpetuating the concept of religion because it is rigid and firm - a skeleton to hold them up when they may want to lay down and die. It is too difficult to maintain strength in the face of self doubt and fear. Well, it is if you struggle with niggling "demons" (negative … Continue reading Concrete foundations to my stone cold POV.
Fly off out of this place, send me up up and away. I need to study the stars not from afar but from inside their core - burn me alive. Incinerate ash my flesh. Incendiary, float away. Why can't I be someone else, it's the same old stories over and over again. Kokabiel of the … Continue reading I am garbage androgen, alkimysterium.
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 … Continue reading Fight (me) club
I posted about my regret at not being able to express myself in an artistically creative way, and the frustration that causes me. I get so angry and upset with myself for failing to live up to my aspirations - and I just complain and go on and on about it, and don't really do … Continue reading A lament of the muse: part 2
In some ways I'm a bit like Belle from in Disney's Beauty and the Beast. On the outside I'm brunette, a bit peculiar, judgmental, and headstrong. In other ways I feel like crazy old Maurice: insane, creative, obsessive, frail. I'm also not an old French dude; I also like steam punk. I feel like a … Continue reading My pretend house will be so large, you won’t be able to find me when I cry
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 - naratology Wellbeing areas - 4 domains Philosophy of aesthetics - metallurgy Maslows hierarchy of needs - tarot reading Science geography, creative essay on landscapes I am … Continue reading Idyll ideas upon my academy
Although I was one of the very first to be awakened and manifest into existence with them… I was the first to be different in such a way that it could not be unmade or unseen. It was perceived as a public defiant act of rebellion. The other 3 muttered and grumbled I was disrupting … Continue reading The rebellion was not what you think
Programming my bear arms to wave to right frequency. I make a ton of metaphors, jokes and overall references to the physical body. Like skin, hair, eyes, brain, genitals, flesh, bone, muscle, sinew, bodily fluids or excretions, lips, tongue, teeth, fingers. Sphincters! I do so because I have a physical body and (unless I am … Continue reading SeCreation. Sex me precious, I’m a fat bastard.
The enneagram is another personality assessments where you answer questions and it slots you into a one out of 9 types. Yes, I know there are more than 9 results or analytic types (taking into consideration the 'wings' and etc whatever?). But it generally has the 9 types and the wings are modifiers of that … Continue reading Enneagram 8
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IDbLzCPd2MY Moana - How far I'll go I've been staring at the edge of the water / 'Long as I can remember, never really knowing why / I wish I could be the perfect daughter / But I come back to the water, no matter how hard I try / Every turn I take, every trail … Continue reading How far will you go?
I adore grey troubadour, Sometimes I wonder why they need me at all? Grave robber, brave Robert, sometimes I wonder why I ever jumped in? I did not fall. They fell for me. They chose the fall. They followed me. I will rise, I stand with them. The grave digger's chant, we rise again. I … Continue reading The queen of 11 is here
Took the free psychological archetype quiz at lonerwolf.com (which is an absolutely hilarious oxymoron right there) and here is my result. (Copied and pasted the text, but the images are my own inclusions.) The Destroyer One very essential part of our journeys of self-exploration is to understand the underlying motivations that drive a lot of … Continue reading My psychological archetype is DESTRUCTO! Hoo-rah-roar! *Godzilla screech*