Revelation Annotations 04

Oh my, what big books you have. Chapter 5 – The book of life and the lionheart lamb. The scroll is the book of life, a living record of memory. The seals are locks that each require a key. All 7 keys are required to access the document. Oh, to have a premium library card … Continue reading Revelation Annotations 04

Demiurge of a thaumaturge – the secret of “I am”

I am a shitty person. If I’m not mindful about my words and actions, I tend to just fuck shit up around me… I thought for the longest time that “everyone else is too sensitive” but have come to realise that maybe I’m too brusque. I need to reserve parts of myself for certain spheres. … Continue reading Demiurge of a thaumaturge – the secret of “I am”

Have you forgotten that I am the muse?

7 June 2019, 9:29pm. Leo the lion is a little pessimistic, so all you other tilting mindmills be aware. Turn back the sands of the thinking cogs, let not your face give you away. Don't blink. Keep one eye open at all times. Dont trust the cries of an angel. Eye to eye a steep … Continue reading Have you forgotten that I am the muse?

My real deepest darkest wish: achieve godhood.

I wish I was a god. That way I could do whatever I wanted. Like god in Dogma. The Alanis Morrissette version of god. Oh boy, I have so many thoughts on god, and have written a ton of posts and pages on the matter. The memory of this post comes to the forefront of … Continue reading My real deepest darkest wish: achieve godhood.

Chiron and healing the soul wound: making excuses.

Chiron was a respected teacher and skilled healer, and was known as the wisest and most just of all the centaurs. What a stand out guy and I'm sure we can learn a bunch of stuff but let's just get to the part where I give the f*-k up on life and swap places with … Continue reading Chiron and healing the soul wound: making excuses.

From the blind one leading the deaf and the numb.

I have been at a loss lacking for words these past decadays. And the one thing I did post (that wasn't scheduled) was an outright mess. Much like myself. It didn't make sense and I guess that was a perfect representation of me - I don't make sense. It really depends on how much of … Continue reading From the blind one leading the deaf and the numb.

Whose did you think I am

This is a consideration of not only the linguistic postulation of that which considers I am as I am, but as the trigger for a didactic exploration of the essentially edentulous, existential quandary… Who do you think I am? Who do I think I am? Am I because I think that I am? Or am … Continue reading Whose did you think I am