Manifesting your partner The first thing to note is that if you reflect neediness, you’ll get someone as needy as what you resonate as. This leads to problems in relationships – dependent relationships can be very draining on both sides. If you express abundance, you’ll get a partner who is as abundant as you are. It’s literally one of the most visible ways in which … Continue reading Here’s Valentine’s special.
You are not alone! The road you have taken is one of alienation. Dissatisfied the story you’ve been force fed to believe you’ve taken it into your own hands to discover the reality behind the curtain. This path has most certainly led you to disturbing things, and conclusions not many are willing to stand behind much less consider. But though the masses are still in … Continue reading A message to the truthseekers of the world!
Politicians blowing fascist dog whistles, outright speeches to separateness, suppressing public missals gerrymandering seeding distress, attempting to install permanent minority rule, new Society of Thule installing yes men and compromised in-divid-uals lacking in moral scruples. White House crumbling down, panic, distraction. Border militarization turning heads by design as judges appointed to district distraction, state and federal lines, long tenures sealing Justice’s gate f’r a long … Continue reading Epistle to the Philistines
It is a great palindromic phantasy, an ouroboros eating ouroboroses endlessly in a firmament of nothing, and stars. It is the turning of aeons around the great precipice of supermassive black holes, the kind you find in a bathroom sink. It is my own forgetting, dismemberment, and it is always just on the tip of my tongue, which is trying to taste the tip of … Continue reading It Is! An Ode to Life and “Is” ness
Listen back, further and further Don’t you smell the fire And hear the whoops of the hunt? Further now, your tendon straining the humidity, a vast expanse of green a flash intimation of rumbling mechanical beasts Go back even deeper Your wings are vibrating with anticipation A thousand rainbows drift lazily over your carapace Deeper still Here we are, dividing I make myself half to … Continue reading A walk down memory lane
There’s an odd word in Welsh, Hiraeth, that means missing someone you’ve never met It’s funny how often I feel it when I think of you fingers lightly brushing the leaves of overgrown thickets in Kent, while the War raged Salt spray mingling with your beard as you watch seagulls and crabs knocking on doors in the oldest of dances I can hear your voice … Continue reading A tribute to Alan Watts
We build a wall to keep out a thousand armies The same wall keeps two friends apart Two lovers fingertips cry out for joining And see, Only stone What safety is worth this distance? Listen to the laughter of the river It knows not from whence it came, It cares not for where it ends up It knows itself Only when it touches the riverbank … Continue reading Listen to the laughter of the river
It seems that over the last two to three years, there has been an increasing focus on partisan politics and the presence of identity in the public sphere. The ways in which we make sense of the world and the criteria and methods we use to do so have become decoupled from a common basis. We never really had this common basis, to begin with, … Continue reading The Reconciliation of Opposites and the Politics
Magpies burble outside frosty windows. Autumn sidles into view. I dreamed many things. Awakening is sharp on the spirit. All the old heroes are dead and buried and pushing up wilting flowers, soot-covered, frayed at the edges, desperate for a clean breath in the sickly yellow-glow of the industry. Red-faced oligarchs loot the coffers of citizenry taking human capital and freedoms of movement, speech, and … Continue reading The Machine Eaters
Autumn comes, leaves blanket the neighbor’s driveway in bright yellow, same color as the dry straw grass that hairs the hillside seen in bleary morning eye. Dusty, trees drop their deadweight, birds recline in baking heat screech in protest, I sit by the little Aztec pot awaiting a flash from the blue, a bolt from beyond, a strike from the novel outside. I have imposed … Continue reading Vajra Bell