February 2012
5 posts
You are Changing the World
It’s not that you can. You will. You are. Right now. It’s the magical by product of existence. Your presence matters. Every action. Every thought. All of you contributes to the whole. You are changing the world. Every day. Every way. Your smile reverberates from one person to another. Your anger does the same. Kindness. Frustration. The whole lot of it. What you put into this mighty...
post valentines
thevarnishscraper:
Yesterday was the commercial holiday of love. I dressed up but showed no one my outfit, its hard to feel beautiful when you’re eyes are full of tears. But I wasn’t crying over lost love, or being lonely. My tears were over a friend, we may not know each other very well since we only started hanging out a little less than a month. It was the first Leo i couldn’t see shine...
Aesop's Fables: The North Wind and the Sun
The North Wind and the Sun disputed as to which was the most powerful, and agreed that he should be declared the victor who could first strip a wayfaring man of his clothes. The North Wind first tried his power and blew with all his might, but the keener his blasts, the closer the Traveler wrapped his cloak around him, until at last, resigning all hope of victory, the Wind called upon the...
November 2011
3 posts
Solitude is Bliss
Ever since moving to the country, solitude has taught me so many wonderful things. When I was constantly bombarded by the strong feelings of others, being an empath, it was hard to seperate other energies from my own. I found myself taking on the feelings of others as mine, and straining my mind to untangle them- with distractions. It was so easy to say what I really didn’t mean, do things...
MOON IN LIBRA, MOON IN THE SEVENTH HOUSE Most of all they need a mate. A best friend, business partner, or buddy will do. They spoil you with attention and are frighteningly dependant upon having someone to love. The men devastate women because they understand their own refined “feminine” feelings. In fact, they seem to relate better to women than men. The women always have their...
October 2011
1 post
August 2011
5 posts
Thought #999 : Free Will and the In-Between Zone
Sitting in a little shoebox of heaven in St. Helena, with my 90lb chocolate labador companion, watching the vineyards and listening to the wind . Quitting my job and moving to the wine country has been my best decision yet . After my head almost spun off my shoulders from money woes, poor living conditions, and career clutter - my guru and dear friend, Sierra, felt my need through the ether and...
“What you seek is seeking you .”
– Rumi
Thresholds: The End of Inertia
Thresholds are defined as “any place or point of entering or beginning” . Some people see thresholds as the sill of a doorway . More magic-minded folk see thresholds as parts of nature: like where land meets ocean at the beach, or where level ground becomes a mountain . And those focused on consciousness see thresholds as a place in the mind . Dear friends, I am standing in a...
"The Aquarius Love Mystery" by Linda Goodman
Having reached the Aquarian initiation, the evolving soul feels that it must return to life much of what it gathered along the way . And so begins a “second childhood” on the level of the Water Bearer, who pours out his knowledge, both determined and anxious to share it before he leaves this planet to explore the exciting realm of the unknown on the other side .
Aquarius feels the...
July 2011
3 posts
The Procession of the Seasons
Everything passes away . Everything transforms . Every trend, every prejudice, every suffering, every concept of “right”, the limits of human potential - it all passes away . Language is always changing . What we see as appropriate is always changing . So why get so attached to one opinion that you would hurt others for it? Turn yer eyes away from the stage and learn to follow the...
The Magician
I dance in my room alone with my favorite headphones on . I start on top of the bed and then make my way around the room, splashing the walls with magic, charming imaginary foes through the floor like quicksand . I make the leaves abandoned on the floor dance around me in circles . The clouds spin spiral and blur - and at that moment I feel like a force . When I dance in my room, I understand...
June 2011
7 posts
Love after Love
by Derek Walcott The time will come when, with elation, you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror, and each will smile at the other’s welcome, and say, sit here. Eat. You will love again the stranger who was your self. Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart to itself, to the stranger who has loved you all your life, whom you ignored for another, who knows...
“It may be when we no longer know what to do, we have come to our real work, and...”
– WENDELL BERRY
Thought #4018 : Snakeskins, Death, and Discovery
Human beings go through storms . We fight and wait and seek and struggle and finally when the stormclouds clear, you may find yourself a different person . You find yer heart moving in a different direction, as if yer inner compass has shifted . When the clouds part and we feel these very real changes, we fight this person . But the best you can do is love that person . Accept and expose that...
“Intelligence is a natural phenomenon — just as breathing is, just as seeing is....”
– Osho (via lucifelle)
Thought #09 : All is Good
The universe placed in my path the book: “Siddhartha”, a tale of a young meditative prodigy living in the Middle East . The boy was respected by all the men in his village, all the women fancied him, and his wisdom and capacity to think, wait, and fast surpassed even that of the elders who all adored him . He was loved by all, and yet Siddhartha was tormented . Siddhartha sought...
. Love Song .
by Miss Jack DaVeY
lock the lion in the cage. jam the bullet in the chamber. put the beast on display. wrap my heart in danger. today you show me every part of you. tonight you treat me like a stranger. wrap your legs around my head. suffocate my rotation. push me out of bed. heart in dislocation. never brutally honest. always brutal. leave me on the ledge like jumping is futile. splatter...
“I want to work in revelations, not just spin silly tales for money. I want to...”
– Jack Kerouac (via terramantra)
May 2011
7 posts
Unwinding the Knot
I’ve been struggling with my anger a lot lately, and it hasn’t been an easy swim, dears . Whenever I find myself aggressive, I’m always shocked . I dislike being anything but calm, and so, my faustian mind opens all its compartments and begins to search diligently for the error and what can be done to heal it . My sensitivity simply can’t manage anger, because I...
A Poison Tree
by William Blake
I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow. And I watered it in fears Night and morning with my tears, And I sunned it with smiles And with soft deceitful wiles. And it grew both night and day Till it bore an apple bright, And my foe beheld it shine, And he knew that it was mine - And into my garden...
Worthy of Love and Belonging
In the midst of the post-rapture madness, my tribe and I had a pow-wow in Ladybug’s backyard - to fly with the grey geese and enjoy some green dirty dancers . We sat in the circle of love and unraveled around each other, sharing our personal experiences during the Dying Age . It was clear from the stories shared that we are all facing our own tragedies in our own way . We are all coming...
April 2011
4 posts
Thought #01 : Runaway Car
Once again, I have returned to pour my soul . I’ve been caught in the rosebush, letting misguided romance lead into an overall resistance against existence - the tale as old as time . The problems never stop being real, all of our lusts and desires, and I come to realize that an unconscious part of myself still seeks undue distraction from the insanity inside me . Drugs will no longer...
Wicked and beyond .
themjdexperience:
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oceanofmind:
“For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone. They are like lonely persons. Not like hermits who have stolen away out of some weakness, but like great, solitary men, like Beethoven and Nietzsche. In their highest boughs the world rustles,...
March 2011
5 posts
I wish I was a mystery Raw like boneless gums To dance around the rabbit hole Waving wands and guns I want a heart that hides no wound beneath the clay and mud To gamble with my boots on And drink poison for fun
But I’m just a snake charmer A pouting drab in furs No arms that gentle your blinding bite Just a heart that bleeds and blurs I’ll charm you off your island And let my eyes...
Character of the Month : MERC80 (Interview)
Whenever we use the tube, we are admitedly attacked with a case of the “roundabouts”. We make our rounds to our same sites, refreshing off and on, waiting for that juicy piece of news that inspires us. Sadly, sometimes that news never comes, and certain sites get lost in the shuffle. Merc80 has been a site I’ve had my eye on since I first started using the internet. Yes, you...
“They are creatures
To be gentled and tamed, and
then made wild again.
They...”
– Mirrors of Venus
allysmojosodope asked: hey good evening! i'm just wondering, do you have a garden?
"Tommy Gun" by Stephen Barrett
I taught you to struggle I taught you to kill I taught you to steal in order to feel Just load my barrel and I’ll divide their faces Fragment their hearts and freeze the changes I’m yer tommy gun I’m yer tommy gun
My name is the riddle, swallow slow I’ll dope you on “E” and tell you to “GO” We’re marching to the place where no one else goes To...
February 2011
2 posts
Thought #222 : The Roundabout
Hello, sweet loves! Its been such a long time since we’ve exchanged thoughts and feelings, and I hope you are all doing well . I’ve been off in the waking world, meditating on my karmic obligations and handling them . It seems like all the challenges in my life have forced me to see the world and every individual on a spiritual level . That, coupled with the fact that disharmony...
Hoosh's Review : J*DaVeY's "Evil Christian Cop"...
J*DaVeY is a force of nature, as sinful as they are sacred, as simple as they are esoteric . They just are . And it would take nothing less than a force of nature to return me from my stalemate with the internet, and the arrival of their latest Mistape: “The Evil Christian Cop” did to my psyche what is comparable to an electromagnetic pulse . Now, despite my fanatical obsession with...
January 2011
23 posts
Lovers and Dreamers
People will always forget what you say, what you do, what yer name was, when yer birthday is - but no one forgets how you make them feel . They may say they forgot, but remind them and you’ll realize they were only asleep . Yes, a lot of people sleep through the day: dreaming about time, dreaming about what they’ll say next, dreaming about love even . But when you dream about love,...
Osho speaks on : "Receptivity"
1. To be with me, the only way is to be in deep silence, deep receptivity, in a deep opening so that I can pour myself into you. If you are too full of words and talking too many things, you will miss me. Silence is the language with me.
2. Receptivity simply means dropping the garbage that you go on carrying in your head. And much garbage is there, utterly useless. The mind means the...
Thought #0 : The Love that is Sleeping
Ever been fasting in a meditative state and felt yerself disappearing? Laying in the grass under the sun, I’ve felt the touch of Death, the infinite in all things, and I began to fade away, while in clear sight, from the world . I don’t ever want to feel that way again, because it awakened me to one thing: I don’t have enough love in my life . And I don’t mean romance,...
ITS MY BIRTHDAY : Planets and Degrees
AQUARIUS SUN (my ego) ”In the middle of an open arena, a lion sits, impassive and proud, in front of a man who offers a mutton head in one hand, but holds a chain in the other hand.”
Independent, wise, and courageous character. One regards freedom as a priceless treasure and pays little attention to worldly goods. This degree symbolises the dilemma between freedom with all its...
(Eternally) Untitled
We’re all lovers that got turned into loons,
writing love in fictions and singing it in tunes,
to forget that love is me and you,
and between there is no point-of-view .
FUNERAL : the 300th Post
I spent yesterday not eating and meditating, and I started feeling sad and nauseous . I looked around me and everything was right, I was in nature, I was with my loved ones, I was healthy, I was taken care of… and yet, I began to cry . I didn’t know where it came from, and I just wept . I wept because I knew what I had done . I was facing my mental illness: my lust for the fruit ....
The Serpent and the Fruit
He is a myth with many forms and with many names: Satan, Lucipher, the Devil, The Prince of Darkness, the Fallen Angel, the serpent, the dragon, the deceiver, the enemy . My new meditative experiences are forcing me to reconsider my position on this beautiful figure . Yes, beautiful . If you follow me, you detect that I have an obsession with darkness, with the void, with ruin, and with the...
The Hoosh meets Shy Soup!
An absolutely amazing stranger read my blog post “Thought #128: The Unconscious” and was touched enough to make an audio reading of it over an instrumental . Absolutely touched and overwhelmed . Words cannot express . We are all wise trees, and our art is our fruit . The joy of having a stranger eat yer fruit and then plant the seeds in their own garden is what art is all about ....