Self Love


emotional intelligence

Emotional Intelligence is basically


Generated internally

Projected outwardly

Is both a challenge and an invitation


To the dance of spiritual initiation

For sexual-emotional intelligence must surely be

The next logical step for humanity

Towards social inclusion

Family-choice mentality

Communal union

Coping with the unstoppable force of procreation

Ever-expanding, accelerating, fast-forward motion

A space time continuum thing

What unconditional love is, is non-attached giving

Is what it is

The kind that takes absolutely nothing


Divine and Conquer

Red Rose Garden by Jessica Jenney

Red Rose Garden by Jessica Jenney

I know why men get irritated with women and think that females are inferior

(Even though they’re not), its because most women are so frickin insecure.

Its really irritating. And this is why feminism will never WORK. Not until women

Learn to Love and accept themselves, so much so, that they no longer seek outside validation

To be who they want to be, or do what they want to do, and finally get around to eliminating

A neurotic pattern of sabotaging other women, in order to wreak power and extort gratification,

And start to Love other women as thyself, soul-mothers, sisters, daughters, best-friends, to each and every one another. If that’s at all possible?

For competition and one-up-man-ship is emulating behavioural male qualities of politicians and businessmen,

Which procures the emotion of insecure, as a precursor, to divide and conquer.

We are all infinitely stronger together.

Otherwise we are simply dividing and conquering ourselves from within,

Reflected without. 

Think of ones heart as a holographic prism, 

Fragment of the one-heart seeking to refract light.

United in One-Self-Love. Synchronised. Like sunshine.

Those whom make it obvious that ‘Love Lives Here’, and that its safe to let go of fear,

Sharing an omnipotent warmth of presence, so that its always crystal clear,

Without a shadow of a doubt, eradicates all blocks to the awareness of love at any given moment.

One-self equality, maintaining the balance of co-operation, co-joined, dovetailing, yin-yang dynamism,

Never judge a book by a cover, never listen to, or indulge in gossip, keep aspiring to loftier ideals,

Rather than waste time away, from developing a more emotionally fulfilling array, of masculine and feminine principals,

Explore, expand, uncover, discover, ones inner galactic ambassador, of love’s self-fulfilling pleasure, a co-curator for the Great Mother, Earth, and all whom love and adore her,

Fully immersed, basking in the one-love, the one-creator, the one-earth, ‘The-One’.

Because ‘Everything-But-Everything’ out there, is an illusion.

For unless one listens to ones heart, it’s all in the mind,

And therefore a self-created delusional, theoretical, convoluted, puffed-up hypothetical, singularly over-identificational, skewed-up logic, that’s totally irrational,

A fictional-figment, emotional blockage, incapacity to think poetically, a blinkered, marginalised limitation that spreads like a viral infection,

A cancerous weed, in fertile soil, that requires regular hoeing, tilling, stripping back, pruning, manicuring, tweaking,

Prevention is better than cure, in order for potentiality to fully bloom pure, like a beautiful rose garden, lest it becomes horribly tangled and overgrown by conjectural, conceptual jargon…


Sauce Factory

James Steinberg

Illustration by James Steinberg

Too much academia can be just as detrimental as too little

Conjecture needs to be tempered with another kind of education

Of the heart with a soul in a body

So many lonely people over-focusing

Victim of the ever-calculating, mind-bending, conveyor-belt of manipulation, escapism, addictive need for outer-validation

Balance is the only way to rein-in the racing

Over-active, hypersensitive reactive, mental ranting’s

Of the egoooooo

And just breatheeeeeeeee

Remember how to Be once more

Reclaiming the innocence, an inner peace of the body

Reintegrating this peace back into ones outer reality, consciously

A slightly more elevated way of operating potentially

Because one can, that is free from the primal, base desires of men and women

Where one becomes a prospective contractual sexual possession

Where love, sex, marriage and babies have become just another business arrangement, part of a sustainable profit margin

And the buggers just wont let go

Like a Pit Bull shaking its over-sized head, over and over again, Grrrrr

Seduced by the synthetic master of illusion

The machine of advertising, where money is king

Playing on the emotional neediness of humans

Consisting of hundreds of thousands, and tens of millions

Of jealous, insecure, women and greedy, controlling men

A polarised myopic view perhaps, yes

And I think I’ve changed my mind, I now agree

With the Big FO, that it’s actually necessary, every now and then

‘Turning the other cheek’ isn’t always enough

So read between the lines, pick a number, three, two, one

Walking as far away as one can, in the extreme opposite direction

But even then there’s a whole generation raised on ‘Cyber Bullying’

An enforced psychological relationship against ones will, that is ongoing

Equally, with a dip stick, or, a huge corporate organisation

How can you get rid of such people, who invade ones personal headspace daily, without an invitation?

Once you’ve become a potential contender for a fiscal income

Or someone’s emotional, psychological obsession?

Like an addiction, a digital cat-toy, an irrational, illogical pathological condition

Another once-was fluffy-bunny, badly damaged by so-called family, and-or drugs, alcohol, hedonism, bla

That maybe it’s kinder just to tuck them up to sleep in dream La-La Land 

Wish them a safe passage home, back to the source, soup, mother-ship, recycling-plant for lost souls, the Daddy’s Sauce factory of soul-purpose

Better luck next time around with ones soul-life and so until then pet, it’s aufedersein

Relief Outlet

The Windup Girl by xanderhyde on Deviant Art

The Windup Girl
by xanderhyde on Deviant Art

All women experience enforced sexual servitude at some point

Married or not, and is a fundamental feminist observation 

That her body is already pre-appropriated for a specific purpose or task

A political pawn

Necessary to replenish the population, army, work force, for state procreation

And, or the pleasure principal, a distraction from critical debate

Should bodies or relationships be controlled, choices contrived, towards an engineered trajectory? 

Is free love really free? 

Strange sexual transgressions pushing the boundaries

Of accepted normality

Beyond the regulated range of the consumer market bubble

That excludes personal liberty

Blind eyes are turned, just so long as its profitable

Force-fed a diet of highly controlled fictional imagery, bombardment

Provides a carefully manufactured façade of illusion

To manipulate people into doing things a certain way

Lulled into a false sense of insecurity and self-rejection

As one attempts to dismantle the edifice of structural tradition

Sinking like quicksand, side-effects of conformity, fraught with hidden murky undertones

That require regular quick-fix, relief-outlets

For the suppressed, repressed emotions

Of rib-less culture struggles, the queerest folk of the post-millennium

Age of narcissism, driven

By the machine of desire, overloaded with titillation

Stretched beyond ones misshapen limits, and all recognition

Inspired by quotes from feminist writers: Monique Wittig and Jennifer Doyle

Mortal Loop

Frieze-dried Dharma, Instant wash-and-go Kharma

All Life is Finite

The mortality-envelope


Of the Immortal-Soul

It’s just a matter of ‘When’

That’s the illusion of Time

There is no down-the-line

Nowhere to hide

A kinda delayed-reaction

Frieze-dried Dharma

Instant wash-and-go Kharma

Stored up over the years, condensed

Into a single nao-second blink of an eye-lid

Catapult-fling, collective-memory

Where each and every moment of Now, just happens to be another

New moment of now

Now is the ‘New Now’

And forever and ever, again

To Be… Amen

And this too shall come to pass




Accept Bless Release


It’s always about self love

Our relationships reflect how we feel about ourselves

If it’s come to a head

Then it’s because you’ve grown

And because you Love yourself enough now

To know

That you deserve better

That you don’t have to place yourself in abusive situations

Or put up with stuff

In order to deserve Love, anymore

Accept, bless, release the lesson

And raise your sights anew

Keep the faith


A Loving Mind


The true purpose of the mind is to align with Love

Thinking thoughts sponsored by Love

That perpetrate actions and deeds also supported by, and grounded in Love

Attracts prosperity and magnetises well being

It is not necessary to chase money

Compete to be number one

Take from others to give to oneself

Make someone wrong in order to appear right, etc

When one serves through Love

For using the mind lovingly has it’s own rewards

Honouring the energetic vibration of Love

Has the effect of making ones heart sing which in turn uplifts the hearts of others

And is the most powerful healing force in the universe that is wholly infectious

U-sing love constructively to assist, compliment, improve, and enhance

Is a path of service that opens one to receive so much more

Than one was previously able to perceive

26 September

Pretty in Pantone



Pretty in Pantone pastel dream-la-la-land bubble

Gum hues of marshmallow

Narrow escape, from the black or white and the non-descript grey

Blurry, lack of emotional integrity, every which way

But true, sur-reality bite marks in the styrofoam grail

Chin-chin, bottoms-up kiddo, here’s *not* looking at you…

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