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
(Reposted... and... I realise that the layout I mention here is not the same as my current layout. I still hate everything do and make though. Aesthetics are important to me, I just have garbage visual taste.) Modernmysticmother.com is my website. But the landing page is to promote myself and my services. It's more of … Continue reading My blog is not my business
I over think things, I get in my own way. It's pretty ridiculous that the more effort I put into something the more it kind of fucks up. And... I feel really shit to say this, but when I'm just "doing my thing" I have no idea why but I get more likes? It's just … Continue reading Overthinking to extinction
A slightly different set up than previous PSA posts. I included a couple of upcoming astrology transits that felt relevant to the reading before (my favourite part) we move on to the part where I use my super psionic pretend laser finger-pistols to pew-pew into the air. Yeah, I'm a space cowboy! Ah-hem, err... I … Continue reading PSA: The Winged Seer is watching
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 … Continue reading We spin and ring our roses, a delightful game
When I get anxious I like I think I'm not me, I protect myself with different identities. Not that I have any personality disorder or anything. Although I understand I can be seen as a psycho crazy lady. What I mean is that I pretend I'm someone else, and I can wear that skin instead … Continue reading Kore of Queen Persephone
I haven't done one of these in ages but now is as good a time as ever for my 4th ever PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT from your Metaphorical Universal Mystic ( a.k.a. mmmother, me). PRE-TEXT Since it's been ages since my last one of these, I'll give a quick recap of my card reading style (in … Continue reading PSA: Clean your Mildew, Fairy.
I am a prolific writer. Or rather, I talk a lot. I prefer the mode of speech, vocalisation to communicate my message as that is much more direct - instantaneous. I am born on the cusp of a generation that thrives on INSTANT GRATIFICATION. I am the perpetually satisfied seeker, as I live in the … Continue reading Guardian at the end of the galaxy
Ok. I'm going to stop you right there. This post is just about 1875 words long. Just so you know... Oh Hector, you're a cocky little cunt, aren't you? You're lucky I'm not a violent person. I only lash out like so when I'm pushed to the limit of my patience, or if I'm bored … Continue reading The chief muse disagrees with you
Unpacking concepts through a selected anthology of texts is a useful means of teaching students about abstract ideations and how they may be recognised in different contexts. This area of study requires students to explore the ways in which the concept of boundaries is represented in and through texts. Boundaries can be applied or represented … Continue reading Boundaries – rationale for conceptual area of study
I am an only child. Mother didn't know a lot of people in the country except for those she met (and befriended) through father. I am unsure of how she came to know the Wood-fjords, all I know is that our families were close. We were god-related, my parents were the god-parents of their middle … Continue reading The children of the Wood forders
12 November 2001 @ 20:33 >> beep beep mmm beep beep yeah oh come on. i don't even know why i bother calling james. he's always on the net, or he's out or he's eating dinner whenever i call him. i haven't spoken to him since friday and he doesn't seem to want to … Continue reading LJarchive: get in the va(i)n, now!
Watch "Depeche Mode - Walking In My Shoes (Remastered Video)" on YouTube https://youtu.be/GrC_yuzO-Ss I would tell you about the things They put me through The pain I've been subjected to But the Lord himself would blush The countless feasts laid at my feet Forbidden fruits for me to eat But I think your pulse would … Continue reading HMS Starkist’s walk of wake
19 September 2001 @ 15:46 >> funny today was a pretty fun day, actually. this is my whole day: english: i got told off by the teacher for talking too much, but i wrote i pretty cool story about "bloody mary" and "candyman" so that was cool. pe: i kept stacking it and it … Continue reading Livejournal Archive: Legit a teenager
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
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 … Continue reading The characters of the big bang
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.
The room shone brighter, Glare of the mirrors blinding. Each shadow must flee. A halo on fire, The shadows lick at the walls. Where dark and light meet. Darkness disappears, A candle flickers inside. Light has conquered dark. April, 2011. K.