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.
Teller of stories. Singer of songs. Teacher not a preacher, though there be prophecies in my poems. Mentor to students. Writer of wrongs. Psyche is a psycho by weaponising words. Guardian of gates and keys, the liminal & tutelary deity.
We tell stories to share knowledge, information, and ourselves with other people. Through the use of narrative, we are able to communicate and connect with others. This connection is what gives us strength and hope to face the dawn of each new day. Without love, it is so easy to give up and break apart … Continue reading Why do we tell stories? What purpose does it even serve?
Vala: I have a message I would like to send out there, Mr D.J. Do you mind if I hijack this radio station's frequency? I do have a song request! And a subliminal message I'd like to send. Iso: I'm not really into brainwashing. There'll be no "subliminal" messages or anything here. I am a … Continue reading The goddess squads may keep their gods.
Someone just packed a cone, sparks up a lighter and takes a long drawn hit from their bong. The noise of the bubbles is surprisingly loud and cuts through the silent crowd. As the smoke is drawn from the cone piece, down through the hose, and up through the water filter, the stoner holds the … Continue reading Let he without sin cast the first stone
Wednesday morning words of wisdom. I have read and heard the words of my f33d. But I do not have time to answer you all right now. I do desire to respond individually and adore these exchanges, but I must be on my way for I have been called in to action. Remember it could … Continue reading Morning Muse: Making Meaning
Manifest for me the keys to my chariot. Upon the reveal of your full glowing face, I will have solidified the foundational skeletal chassis. By the close of the month when the purging smoke is cleared, I herald my driver, my charioteer of Delphi. Awakened in me is one half of the archelon whose month … Continue reading To the new moon I speak my desire
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 … Continue reading (4 Feb 19 @ 8am) now-sight; knows-it; gnosis.
Prophetic prognosis for the year 2019.
Hey guys, thanks for joining me here today. Now you can see that my head is covered with wings with a bunch of eyes. This is purely to help cement my purpose for this blog post - I AM GOING TO PREDICT THE FUTURE! *dun da da! sound effects* Do I look like someone who would life to you?
Dear Sir, I know I will never be enough for you and that I am worthless and shit. I humbly offer my services to you, as I always have and always will, as I have observed you become frustrated and angry that your tried and true methods of slave training have not worked on your … Continue reading How to win the heart of a slave.
19 January 2019, 7.26pm; a tarot reading a la moi, using the beneficent Benebell Wen's supercalifragilisticexpialidawesome tarot deck. I felt concerned about a friend's fortune, as he was saying some pretty hopeless things that made me feel pretty bleak for him. Well whaddya know, you're responsible for this happening to yourself. This is necessary to … Continue reading SKT reading forecasts an ideal storm.
15 January 2019, 12:20am; It's not me you want. You think it's me, but it's not. I'm just the... I dunno. I am the empty shell, the blank canvas, the unformed clay, the block of marble. I'm the vision of some spectral memory in your dreams. I'm the girl of your dreams that you always … Continue reading This one is from me to ja know who u r
On with the show! My name is... an introduction of drum roar... The magic of mayhem, the meta madre of madness, the all rounding, resounding & astounding (not) American dream good girl gone bad I am the night, the shadow, the nyx Like a minx, a sphinx or a lynx Kalliope, the goddess of eloquence … Continue reading Machete Betty wants to hit you hard