Profane to arcane, Diablo and divine

He is god. A god. To me. He is god to me. Like god. So he’s basically my god.

And noooooo. He has not brainwashed me in any way. Certainly not. I want that to be made clear.

We’ve been married for… this year we will be celebrating our 12th wedding anniversary on November 11. 11/11 if you’re superstitious or that way inclined. We’ve been together for 13 years.

It’s only that this year I realised holy shit, WE are gods. Because we have each other. I’m only a goddess because I’m his equal, and it took me this long to realise our fucking divinity, the divine nature in all things because of our very profane, mundane, real-world love and life.

I won’t reveal his name, although on this blog I’ve called him J or Jain. He likes his privacy and I dare not disrespect that.

I have said heaps of times that I’m fucking awesome, but also absolutely slammed myself because of those habits of self-hate and shame. And through all of it, through all of my self destructive and horrible bitchy manipulative whatever sinful ways… he’s stuck by me through it all.

I have pushed him away, made him chase after me, and all that crap. And he fought for me, he fought for us. But it got to a point where he wasn’t going to put up with my shit anymore and he just ignored me. So I had to come back and make him chase me – which he wouldn’t. Because he had self-respect.

That… that pissed me off. But also it allowed me the chance to see through my own bullshit and terrible tendencies.

I was so hot for him the night we met, and he felt it too… so we both acted outside of our normal characters. I wanted to fuck him that first night and he wanted to take his time to get to know me. But I tend to get what I want anyway. It was a beautiful one night stand that turned into our marriage. Like holy shit, neither of us would ever have thought we’d be where we are now.

That first night we talked about monogamy being bullshit and you should just do whatever you want, so long as you knew it for what it was. We talked about societal expectations and how pathetic and futile it was to live by anyone elses “standards” but your own. We talked about movies and music and fun (il/legal) mischief we’d had our hands in.

He was (and is) the yang to my yin. I’ve always been that “facilitator” friend who could connect people to experiences, people and things. AND SO WAS HE! We were each other’s mirror. And we totally wanked each other’s minds. Our ideas, our hearts, our… everything.

And even now to this day, we have these amazing conversations and debates and experiences and everything. He’s an engineer and science guy. I’m a teacher and humanities kind of gal. I only know shit about politics and world events and practical applications of mechanisms because of him. He teaches me stuff, I like I learn from him. His brain is just… omg, amazing.

He doesn’t try to convince me of anything. We can argue and fight and love and agree and everything. Because we know each other. And there is no one else in this world who has… withstood our tendencies to kind of just fuck shit up (to utter perfection or destruction) when we are on our own.

He’s fucked people up, so did I. And not always intentionally. It just… some shit just happens. I can only explain it like we are each of us a sun. A giant burning ball of nuclear fusion that can destroy shit, or bring things to life. And us becoming one? Omg, it has not been easy. Holy crap we went through some tough tough stuff. But through it all, we survived. And I’m not even trying to be poetic. I’m trying to be as realistic and profane and unholy as I possibly can be.

I like to think of it as him being Lucifer and myself as Lilith, once the scourge of the earth but together we healed. And we are not destructive nor vindictive. We just want to live and let live. Love and let be.

But he’s a dude, and even though all this shit is going on in the world, he doesn’t feel any responsibility to help. Because fuck that, the world has always just fucking shat on us.

I’m only on the internet trying to espouse my messages and teachings because of my classroom of boys this year. All my classes, my boys, I felt their frustration and know from experience their pains.

I could not give a fuck about making it big on the world wide web because “the world” doesn’t owe me anything, I’m not here to preach, but I am here to fucking just lecture. I’m a teacher not a preacher. I could not give a fuck if you believe me or not. I entertain, I don’t need to persuade. I have classrooms of students who (omg bless their hearts… being on so much sick leave has cemented this idea) actually miss me, and are gutted that I’m not their teacher anymore.

I’ve been doing casual teaching this term because of my health, I couldn’t handle the stress of admin and behaviour management and academic bureaucratic paper-pushing crap. It literally screwed over my blood glucose levels. So I’d get stressed and it’d go high, and as soon as I relaxed or enjoyed something it’d freaking crash. But this term kids have been like “omg miss, can you be our drama teacher”, “miss. Why did you leave us?”, “We want you to be our timber teacher” “you should teach us hsie again”

It makes me want to cry from love and appreciation that.. shit, I actually meant something to these guys. Because as much as they’d stress me out, they knew I gave a crap about them.

So honestly, I don’t even have to be on the internet to feel good about myself. I was perfectly happy and content in my life before coming up on here. But I came online to just air out all the swirling crazy thoughts and shit in my brain because I had no other outlet. I have private blogs that have like 1 or 2 people who can even access them. I don’t need this shit *public* sphere.


I’m here because I know only I can deliver my message the way I know how. And you know what? I’ve done nothing but yet (in my head) at the laptop and flapped my hands in furious tantrum jazz hands whatever, and I’ve got 80 followers?!

I’m good.

I really do have a perfect life. It’s not anyone else’s perfect though, but it’s perfect for me. But I’m not perfect, shit, I’ve got issues raising my kids now. My eldest is 10 and she’s getting hormonal and angsty and shit so I have plenty of normal problems.

That doesn’t make me less of a goddess. Maybe it makes me MORE of one. Because I’m just doing what every other human person does. I’m getting on with it.

I’m here as the figurehead who will happily bear the brunt of the bullshit that people want to throw at me. HERETIC, WHORE, ATHEIST, SATANIST, FALSE PROPHET, PSYCHOPATH, SOCIOPATH, MANIPULATOR, come on. I’ll take it on. You can’t call me a con artist though because I’m a bullshit artist. I only want money to read tarot cards and just do what I want to do – which could be anything. Mostly just to justify not working full time so I can write, and so I can explore the metaphysics, and legitimise the mystic arts, demystify the mysterious.

Anyone who has felt ostracized, demonized, victimised, criticised for whatever bullshit… I’m the modern mystic mother and I will shelter you as best I can. I’m warring the patriarchal ideology that there is “God the father-son and holy ghost” because women just get to be “ghosts”. That’s my feministic ideology. My humanistic ideology is fucking realise gender is a false dichotomy, there are hermaphrodites and intersex people. Both and neither genders.

I dunno dude. I’m here for a lot of different reasons. I’m going to be yelling and bitching and lecturing for a while. Which is such a shit because I like to have fun. And going off like this? Not my idea of fun..

October 2018

4 thoughts on “Profane to arcane, Diablo and divine

  1. I loved your story of your love and how it developed. I can tell you that my own story so closely parallels that it blows my mind how lucky the two of our to have found our forever afters in life, someone to walk beside into eternity.

    The one thing that stood out to me “I’m warring the patriarchal ideology that there is “God the father-son and holy ghost” because women just get to be “ghosts”.” Ignorant men will tell you that women don’t have a soul. Ignorant people will tell you things that promote themselves as better.

    If you are only ever going to “fight” others ideas, when will peace ever come to your mind. I am learning the art of accepting that we all have a truth and not all truths need to be the same. The ignorant fool that says women are just ghosts can have his beliefs. You don’t need to worry yourself about them.

    I am woman. I am no ghost. I am real. I can feel. And often I can feel more than those ghost promoting men can say so who really is the ghost? The one who lives and breathes the emotions of the world or the one who merely paints women to be less?

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    1. These last 3 posts I all wrote way back in 2018 when i first came on WordPress. So I did write about our love, I just had to repost them.
      It was before I did my whole antichrist thing. I came to realise that by “ghost” we become the archetypes and thereby are multifaceted with many roles, unable to be just a single thing. We are mothers and daughters and sisters and lovers and friends and rivals and advisors and deterrents. We teach, we comfort, we nurture, we guide, we entertain, we inform, we persuade, we influence, we embody, we personify, we are all the things that we think, we feel and we envision of ourselves as well as all that is projected onto us.
      Monkey see, monkey do, but we’re more than monkeys for we can hear and process too. As mothers we know we’re more than what we perceive and conceive for we receive more than the receipts we may be given.
      But people are so attached to these labels (which are useful in the instruction and teaching) that they don’t realise that labels are only necessary in the initial stages. After we’ve learned the names or how to use/do/refer to/whatever, the labels become meaningless and are able to be replaced with anything! After we are given content to fill our knowledge banks, context is the keycard that allows us access to withdraw/deposit anything of value for us to then use.
      People forget about context. “Content is king” yeah well context is queen. And so many people forget that because they’re all about what they can see.
      Which is fair enough, but in saying that people seem to think that *only* what they can see is worth acknowledging. But there’s so much that we cannot see but that doesn’t make them any less of a reality. For very “real” examples, infrared and ultraviolet light, sound waves, elements, atoms, black holes.
      We are both more and less than what we think/feel/know. Behold, all is nothing, AND nothing more. Never cease to absorb and learn, for we cannot possibly be everything all at once, at least not in this physical current form. Xxoxoxoxoxoxo


    2. Oh sweety, it’s weird how backwards I am. Right now the song “fix me” by 10 years comes to mind.
      Maybe it’s the scorpio venus retrograde in my 7th house. (Scorpio=mother fucking intense, Venus R=difficulty in expressing love in the traditional way, 7th house=ruled by venus [yay]. Scorpio=where venus is in detriment [no]). Venus is currently retrograde.
      I’m the ghost in every shell, other people are my heaven and hell.

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  2. Hey Kim, nice story. Read it and thought that’s how it supposed to be in relationships. In my life, like in many others it is like this: “Fuck he is a God to me!” Put him on pedestal and worship forgetting about myself. I lived like that before. Now it is better, way much better but too pretentious: “Fuck, I am the Goddess, no one is worthy to have me!” Which is also shitty because the heart is closed for love. And I see you nailed it becoming a Goddess for your God! Becoming Lilith for your Lucifer. Amazing! And yes again, that’s how it should be.


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