Bitch, Which Witch?

"When we’re feeling lonely, we check Facebook.
When we’re uncertain, we Google.
When we’re bored, we watch YouTube videos, check Reddit or scroll Pinterest."

That's the slave of modern witchcraft.

When I'm lonely, I take a walk.
When I'm uncertain, I meditate or think.
When I'm bored, I write, create something or go cycling.

I'm the enemy of your favorite master.
Bitch, who's your slave master again?


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Quote taken verbatim from a leading consumer tech blog & trendsetter (sic) here.

The Waepons

Soldier, know the war

Polish thy waepons,

Sharpen thy blades-

Fear & Love

Darkness & Light

Ignore all else.

The battlefield is new

But the war is now old

Reason shall only startle the enemy

Emotion will topple them flat!

Soldier, lose not your mind

For even though you might stand

A thousand wounds to thy chest

You might not stand a single lethal blow to thy mind!

Brace yourself thus

For this is a war in spirit...

Music, Art, Speech, Woman and Wine

Not Science,

Symbols, Symbols and Symbols

Not Philosophy,

Television, News, Literature, Politics and Culture

Not Genetics,

Doctrine, Ritual, Church and Faith

Emotion and Faith

Not Reason and Proof.


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deep art thanks to ODELAYed

Upon a Creaking Bridge

Separation with matter, a fracturing of order and attachment

Tears or a moment of gushing, warm urine leaving us behind

The sound of soil raining on a dead casket or 

The fortunate spill of an ice-cold soda onto that blazing concrete floor.

Such a moment of mystical significance and awe

When bursting with emotion, the spirit glimpses into the potency of its own fate

A likelihood lurking behind dense uncertainty,

Of a singularity beyond which the illusion of matter gives way to pure essence-

A sense of self or the cold embrace of absolute truth.

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The story in that photograph is courtesy of the gifted eye of artist neon-sunrise

Mind & The Seeker

They dressed her in clothes of grandeur and mystique
Celebrated innumerable sacraments and orgies in her name
They scavenged for each other's blood, mutilated each other's ethic
Hell! They even held each other's phallus in her name!

Then Aha!
I Think, Therefore I Am!
Downhill from thereon
Progress having come to man
Riding Kurzweil's exponentials

She has given the plebs power to tear the cosmos apart
The fetus is stripped of innocence
She has finally made the god amongst them known
She has made all infallible, when in her zen moments, she let that
Every single man, woman, and child on this Earth be Pope

The alchemist has all the secrets of the stone,

Having Slept with her, he's heard them in her moans as she recalled

Moments of bliss during her prostitution with the cosmos over the eons

She has given the numerologist his convergence limit

Now he reads his fate from the fabric of quantum entanglement

She has given the clairvoyant his wish

Having allowed him to utter self-fulfilling prophecies

She has given the thaumaturgist his miracle

He transforms anything with volition, thanks to a relative universe

And an emotion that gravitates everything in its likeness

She has saved the oneirocritic from his insomnia

Having whispered into his ears the secrets of symbolism and recursion

Now, she has left all but one satisfied-

The last Seeker, whose will it is to
Demystify and dominate her

To that last noble spirit shall the true mystery be revealed...

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The enigmatic art courtesy of Lemmy-X
And classic psy-scape courtesy of  Shpongle the Masters!