i-Poem’s Blog was the official blog of Cat Catalyst for over ten years, featuring unique and original content spanning three decades of writing and reflection, many of which were published in pamphlets, anthologies and poetry journals. Now, the Best of i-Poem’s Blog (1988-2021) is published as a comprehensive collection in one book, presenting 75 of the most popular titles as an epistolary novel comprised of modern verse. Both entertaining and provocative, i-Poem’s Blog (1988-2021) attempts to assist with the removal of the blocks to the awareness of Love’s Presence, via a combination of interwoven real and fictional auto-ethnographic memories that serve as a methodology for thought optimisation and as an infrastructure to challenge binary-thinking. i-Poem’s Blog (1988-2021) lays the foundations for a new improved paradigm that is more balanced, wholistic and supportive. As we collectively evolve and move forwards as a species, what we discover is a genuine desire to be of service to others, safe in the knowledge that service-to-others is actually ‘service-to-ones-own-self’, for all beings are One on the path of Love. I am another you. You are another me. And We are all One with the Creator.
One cannot help but bear-witness to pandemic storm-clouds-of-contagion, earthquake, volcano, fire, flood and landslide
Ubiquitously sweeping, shaking, erupting, raging, surging, far-and-wide
While many of the world’s leaders profess ‘geo-thermal-fracking-as-usual’ with heads buried-deep in dunes-of-denial
And so, in the face of multiple-global-crises, one is forced to shop elsewhere for spiritual gnoses and emotional renewal
Further afield than the aisles of neon-lit supermarket-dreams and dot-com same-day-deliveries
Further afield than high-brow department-store life-style fantasies
Laid out like scenes from the silver-screen in elaborate window-displays and glossy magazines
Further than the online prime-time trailer, box-set, binge-watch seduction
Plethora’s-of-perfectly-packaged-illusions to provide temporary-alleviation
From the overwhelming threat of global-annihilation
From sexist-racist, elitist-ageist denigration
Or from rust-riddled-regrets on constant-rotation
Mourning the ghosts of narrowly-missed, sugar-coated ships-of-desire that set-sail long-ago
Or impossible-to-forget childhood-traumas, bereavements, divorces, augmenting serial-self-love-deficit-disorders
Inescapable neuroses, seared into one’s psyche, branded like slaves-to-key-frame-memories
Leaving a trail-of-distorted, aborted-destinies behind in their wake
Yet another empty-void, full-of-emotional gaping-holes to fill as the planet is systematically plundered and destroyed
By the addictive machine-of-consumerism, where ecological-sustainability and wellbeing is wilfully-sacrificed
With nothing left, except the bitter-aftertaste of a forfeit-future...
This is how we welcome 130-million new-born ‘kidults’ into the world every-year, weaned upon html and social-media
Whose childhood-innocence and genetic-lineages were surgically-removed at birth
Stolen by neo-narcissists ‘neath smog-filled skies, where bright-futures turned grey
Dumbed-down by smart-technology and antidepressants
And yet, in-spite-of-all-this, some intrinsic built-in desire to seek-out and search for truth-and-authenticity, persists
Sends out its call like a beacon, calling upon every human-soul to awaken, to activate one’s innate inner-knowing, like a homing-device
Beckons to journey far-beyond the comfort and safety of objects, or co-dependent relationships
To look past the emotional barbed-wire snags-and-grazes of parental/ professional/ romantic/ societal lies and betrayal
Or the nettle’s-sting of missed-opportunity
In lieu of moving-forwards, towards new desires-satisfied, and revised goals-fulfilled, collectively
For nothing stays-the-same and ‘change’ is always the one, true, ever-quickening-constant
Henceforth, it is in the ‘unspoken-moments’ where humanity happens
Where one quietly pieces-together water-colour-poems, sifted and fathomed from kaleidoscope-memories
Dreaming in silent smoky-swirls and mirror-gleam sunbeams
Peeling off rose-candy-coloured gels from the lids of one’s eyes
Like fleshy onion-skin layers of reflective-introspection
As one wakes from the lucid-dream-state with the revelatory-understanding
That in a vibrational-universe-of-Energy, every thought and feeling is eternal and therefore accountable
As non-physical energy can never die, nor expire, it can only change form
Transformed by an awareness of one’s perennial-vibrational-offering
Atonement through candour and a willingness to upgrade one’s most-frequent-point-of-focus
As an integral requisite of self-care, a daily-practice
By virtue of LOVE, whether for self, others, or Source
Is still the purest-form-of-energy in the Multiverse.
*According to the United Nations, more than 130 millionbabies are born worldwide a year with 360,000 each day and 250 babies born every minute.
* Neo-narcissist: The neo-definition of narcissism, according to: Dr. Joana Casaca Lemos is the inability to apply in practice the grander purpose of giving Love beyond the Return On Investment for the Self. _______
Interestingly, the date this piece started to flow through — February 2, 2020, or 02/02/2020 — is what’s known as a palindrome day, meaning it reads the same forwards as it does backward.
The eight-digit date is especially rare because it works in the UK where dates are written as day-month-year, and in America, where dates are written as month-day-year. And also for nations like China, where the year comes first, 2020/02/02 also works.
The second of February also happens to be the 33rd day of the year with 333 days remaining. This is the only time the special sequence will occur this century, reports the Washington Post.
The last time such a palindrome occurred was 909 years ago on 11/11/1111. It won’t happen again for another 101 years, when the calendar turns to 12/12/2121. The next global palindrome will be 12/02/2021, which will be that last for another 1,009 years.