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
Haven't slept for days, been floating on the waves of liquid aether, Branded as insane, he has invaded the quiet secret keeper This isn't what you wanted, how now your life revolves around him With feelings not reciprocated, you hate him because you love him. Were we to meet here or on the way down? … Continue reading At the top of a mountain, the wind in my ears
Here is my domain which I leave before you. This is the first gate that you must pass through. My psychopomp psyche beckons you to try me. I’ll petition the gods for you and relay what they say. For a little coin, or maybe a trade. With arms wide open, a grin or grimace spreads across … Continue reading The Call of Chaos from a point of origin
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
(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
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
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.
This is an interesting topic I think about very often, but I haven’t thought about writing a post about it so thank you Kalliope for giving me the idea! Ok, let’s dig in. First of all, I want to mention that this isn’t about taking some particular actions to hurt ourselves. It’s not about auto-flagellating … Continue reading Can we hurt our bodies with our mindsets? — Pointless Overthinking
Leading her love along the land, reliving life in grains of sand. Standing upon the twilight shores, watching the waves rise, crash and fall. Towards me, for me, fall at my feet. Poseidon, Zeus. No more fighting. I'm sorry I wasn't more like you. I was designed to bypass the burning w(omen)tall barrier, once I … Continue reading Slideshow 6ob + my kru5ty l<words
Ok this is ridiculous but I think I know what I'm supposed to say but it is so not how I normally operate. I'm all about freedom - freedom for and freedom from.. whatever. You do you as long as it doesn't hurt anyone. But don't let that stop you from doing you, either. Freedom … Continue reading The god killer (skillet jackal)
I am meant to be used. Use me. I really suck at this shit… like… I know how to do shit, I am bound to the laws of the here and now. I cannot foresee or anticipate AT THE SAME TIME AS fucking decimate and liberate.. I'm just a tool, so USE ME - Anthropomorphic … Continue reading The secret weapon of the gods
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
I am and was Rapunzel, often mistaken for Ariel (I've got killer legs, and a voice like a siren). I am also low-key Kida and Elsa (and Anna). I am more of a stitch-face-wing of a Mad Alice figure, my conversations cause hallucinations. Caution is advised when you speak with me. Allow me to guide … Continue reading Waltzing Disney & me
My metaschematic language of words, meta-database of words you have heard, a glossolalist singing lies for the herd. Signature ligatures, symbolic lines, symphonic semantics, cymbals and chimes. Muscles that move in meticulous time, Not all miraculous signs are divine. The echo you hear, the light that you see, the pheromones that you secretly breathe cannot … Continue reading Saying spells summons syllables
My mind was racing at light speed and I struggled to keep up with the stream of ideas pouring into and through me. These ideas didn't always come to me when I could write them down (like while driving a car). I attempted to document them anyway by dictating them to my phone using the … Continue reading I would be a terrible dictator.
Kylawn Eren, The Dark Albino. You are mighty dark and light. The two sides of you compliment the two sides of mine. I am a hybrid, you are two pure. Amalgamation you become in my records or words. Now you are like me. Kaidam S, The Man Child. Shave your skin to disguise your face. … Continue reading Under m/y/our command
Could you hear me singing in your sleep? Do you listen for me in the wind? Do you read between my lines? What a fascinating fashion when we gather in formation. New thing, the pendulum swings. A secret smile is saved, hidden away for me. Chase me through the labyrinth. When you are ready, when … Continue reading Semi – tonics
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
I'm my own self expert and I know my strengths and weaknesses. I am too excessive. I am excessively extra. I love food. I love to talk. I love to sing. I love to taste I love to kiss and touch and connect. I know how to speak. I'm okay at a bunch of stuff, … Continue reading Imagine my tongue