Uncertain Futures

We are being led to believe that our futures are uncertain. That Trump and Farage and the likes are dragging us down into a dark and dangerous, disastrous new world.  This is fear propaganda. Brought to you courtesy of the #MSM and your #Ego. Your future will always feel uncertain if you face it with fear. Stop listening…

Vibrational Call

Who needs words My vibrations say it all Either shaking in fear Or shining so clear Smoothly does it Keep it in Breathe it out Words come later Vibrational call

Pollyana Empath

I separate I’m thinning My mind is being sucked from my body My eyes stay on my face Fear fear, every little crack, everything I lack Stay sweet child, I beg you please stay What despicable inadequacies did I do To end up in the dark The crumbling The no way back Please, distant angels…

My moon, my man

The moon brought clarity, so much clarity With the strength of a bull it smashed The fragility of harsh truths out into the open No closing this back up, lunar love The road is clear now but full of struggles Twisted and gnarled the overgrowth of my ignorance  Bad choices have grown into something worse…

Eyes of Three

There’s always this nagging feeling. Like my whole perception on life takes place inside a giant dome and our eyes can’t see round it. Unless you become enlightened or eat some ayahuasca or begin to die. You would develop the third sight then. But for now if you want the super sight for longer than…

Her meekness was my weakness

It began with a Mother, as life usually does. She accompained sweetness, gentleness, all things soft and safe, which was all I needed until the world toughened around me, probably at the age of ten. Then she was weak and meek and submissive, when I needed strength and bravery and a voice. I couldn’t speak…

Meanwhile, one quanta away..

…The universe realised it didn’t come from Nothing, like the scientists of the day kept forcing him to say. Everything and Nothing? Everything and Null. I was born from a Null, I did not come from Nothing and I will die a Something, falling back into Nothing where I wait inside the World of Nulls,…

Sound the Trumpets, the Puppets are Dancing

Are you celebrating the Trump victory or are you recoiling in fear, shaking in uncertain bones, wondering if America will actually implode now that a racist reckless rebel has taken control? Is Trump really all evil? Or is he the first person on such a global platform to call out the government on one very…

The Voice

I believe: My outer self is a humanoid, a reflection of a person. It gets anxiety over miniature stuff, you know, things that never become disastrous. Yet I crumble as a human because I begin to believe my ego-voice. Everyone hears The Voice. It’s what keeps us tied to this crule world walking pavements of…

In lak ‘ech

I am you and you are me. Our Multidimensional Me’s. I am another yourself.

Truths

And then one day she realised a Great Truth that allowed her to truly start accepting everyone who crossed her path.

Empty Of Her

I should have protected her that night. My skin burns with white fire, brightest on the back of my neck, it sears. This ever present ever heightened new static state of being. Foggy but jaggy, the whole world now appears. I’m carrying in my throat the lumps of pain, regret and shame. Swimming through my…