Hyperstition

If one sees oneself as Neo or Morpheus, one might think one can take a flying leap off of a tall building with impunity; you’ll just bounce back up onto the roof. But if we remember: dying in the Matrix means one dies in “real life.” Those that bend the rules still recognize that there are rules to begin with, and higher structures meant to preserve the experience in the Matrix, which is required to go and live beyond it. Neo and Morpheus do not see others within the Matrix as being too “asleep” to be a part of their mission, for those still sleeping are just as real in each layer of existence as they are. 

Threads of Fate

I love to love, but I am also a warrior. In battle, the shogun must be ready to cleave a foe with a wicked blow at a moment’s notice. As living Source incarnate, we are called to compassion for each other and ourselves. I am living compassion, but I am also Mercy. Mercy is not always kind. It rarely ever is, as the subtle blade of righteous death when called upon gilded wings. 

The Sea of Stars

 We each uniquely hold a key that allows access to our spirit, and when we connect with spirit, we are tapping into a realm of existence where there is no time, there is no doubt, only everything you could ever hope for. It’s not a place you go to on Earth (although some locations can amplify your experience), and it is not the person that you love so much that it hurts. 

Lovers in the New Dawn

There are no alarms sounding off courtesy of far-too-expensive iPhones. No official obligations until maybe 11 this morning at the earliest. I smile tiredly in my sleep, tucked deep into an old afghan that smells like memories that have yet to be formed. I can feel the cat purring and breathing warmth onto my hip; his favorite spot to snuggle up when I sleep on my side. An arm that feels like stone wrapped in smooth velvet grips gently around my waist from behind, keeping me from leaving my spot in bed too quickly. I hadn’t even realized I was starting to sit up. My smile widens.

Hippie Magick

Hippie magick is bound by the rising smoke of an old man. The empathetic approach of a child seeing another’s pain. A mother whose concern is greater for others than herself. This is the way of a people bound not to any book, but to all stories. We gather around the fires lit by ourContinue reading “Hippie Magick”

Joy ~ Terror ~ Peace

One day, a spec of light was formed. Cast out of the Heaven into the universe. Her name was Joy. Man loved her, desired her, wanted her every waking moment. She wanted to give herself unto them, because there was so much of her. However, Man turned her away. Desiring her, but looking the otherContinue reading “Joy ~ Terror ~ Peace”