Aum: Turn on, Tune in, and Drop Out Completely. {poetry}
Aum! The moon is full. End of 2020 -- apocalypse time. Terence McKenna only messed up the numbers, everything else is straight to the point.
Like Actaeon, Seeing the Savagery of My Own Mind.
I had suppressed something seething beneath the surface, awaiting the tooth or claw of another’s edges, because I couldn’t see my own.
Experiencing Mother Nature in Uluru and the Red Center.
Mother appears merciless because She re-creates after She destroys. Like Kali and Durga, She destroys what does not serve us anymore.
Morning After Thanksgiving: I Want to Stop Feeling Sorry.
And as I lay in bed on my back... the most miraculous thing happened. I wanted to stop feeling sorry. Forever. Once and for all.
Nobody Told Me There’d Be Days Like These.
We have been indoctrinated... Our value is our net worth. Modern day feudalism with billions of peasants and gluttonous kings.
Duende: My Father’s Last Breath. {poetry}
Though generally the word has a modern context of a person’s unspoken charm or passion, and indeed, my father had those qualities, Lorca’s meaning applied to me.
Seeing Down All Roads: We Are Not Without Hope.
The tyrant king threatens to consume our revival, but we are not without hope. The victory we tasted cannot be stolen as easily as he wishes.
How Trump (Inadvertently) Made America Great Again.
In order to Make America Great Again, it is imperative that we remember that we are endowed by our Creator with certain inalienable rights.
Branches: Trying to Find Reason Behind This Madness. {poetry}
As I tried to find reason behind what had happened, something within me clicked. All the sorrow I felt in my heart changed into gratitude.
Warrior Woman, I See You and Believe You.
We have all ages alive inside of us right now, and we can go back and resource ourselves in the past. I believe we can do this for others too.