Words with Wednesday

Searing Seer


I spy with my Infinite Eye

Pupils peering down from the sky;

Woodland fairies, hobbits, Horace,

Birdies eyes to chirp in chorus;

Third Eye Power to The Seventh Chakra

Egyptian, Hindu, Mystic Tantra

Celtic, Shaman, Americana;

Rise to the top to break through the crown

Sprouted at root, when I was low down;

Knowledge sacred, trees and earth,  

Shadows always show on dirt

Eye am barefoot and eye am free,

the counter culture, the natural high

the mystic wonder released on a sigh.


Celestial Sunday


Today, the weather was weird. It was hot as hell and it was humid. I suppose I shouldn't complain, considering what other climates experience in equal and opposite extremes. And considering I hate the God-awful winter, I should be lounging poolside and shutting my mouth, being quiet and to just enjoy it. Today it stormed and acted foolish all the while it seemed to be clear. No grey looming skies but just a random crack of lighting and bam, it's full on storming. It rained while it was sunny and with blue skies. Beautiful and crazy as hell but not quite disastrous. While I had planned to discuss astrological phenomena, the phase of the moon on this celestial Sunday, I talk today about the weather. Not sure how to approach the sun being in cancer as I myself am a bit crabby. The new moon is still veiled, so the light is dim tonight, as is my intuition. Some days you just gotta wonder how the winds come and go as they do, wonder maybe why not you. 

Philosophy Friday

Doomsday: A Mind Blowing Non-Prophecy 

Almost everyone, within every generation of every era, in every place that ever had a culture; of every one true religion within politically corrupt and bankrupt spirituality; all over the great big, round [or once flat] world has thought that the world was or is going to end. This is probably because of the general understanding that the world will end at some point, proven by theoretical science and stated by many a  colorful prophecy.

But most precisely, the world as we know it will end at the point of our own dying day. 


The fear of apocalypse is merely the fear of a comfortable death and the avoidance of a humble one.  Doom and Gloom tactics are quite simply...chances to speculate on the importance of ourselves. Those ideas are cloaked in the hopes of going out with a great big, grand and intentional bang.  Perhaps it gives another chance at chance. 

The notion of the end of time is an advanced animal's privilege and becomes a  boring luxury. When life itself is feared, it is feared out of complacency.  At that point, it seems that the only survival we are up against is the crushing weight of our own egos.  We are gasping for air and suffocating by the weight of it all in a highly complex world. 

But rather than using our intense and powerful breath to breathe deeply, get up and overthrow that ugly beast, all we can do is wallow in our pity and seep slowly into the ground. The only thing left to do in this case is to create a doomsday underworld with our remnant imagination, instead of using it to kick the devil’s ass and create a heaven on earth.

It is the paradox of a privileged yet unfortunate soul to be in this miraculous day and age, spending all of his precious time on fear, with not even a dime left for love or life.  Many souls drift aimlessly through their lives in search of a perfect souvenir for their deaths. While they cling to the artificial plastic, they do not realize the higher power or the one that is within them. 

If only they would realize the power of now, they would know deep down that they cannot take this world with them.  That aha moment at the last minute is the suffocation of eternity.  They realize they cannot go back to the store to return the souvenir. They can never regain the time badly spent.

Whether it is science to theorize, or a revelation to prophecise, the end of the world is never near--if you choose to have no fear!