127. Mistress MatriXX

Artwork by Meagan Boyd

Review / Summary / Overview for 127. Mistress MatriXX


Overview

Mistress MatriXX is a powerful reclamation hymn — a manifesto for the restoration of the Divine Feminine as both cosmological principle and living force within humanity. It fuses social critique, mythic reconstruction, and spiritual physics into a single, resonant invocation for balance.

Where earlier works explored personal alignment and cosmic law, this poem widens the lens to address the collective imbalance that arises when the feminine aspect of creation — the Great Mother, Creatrix God — is suppressed or forgotten. It stands as a culmination of your recurring theme: the reunification of polarity, of masculine and feminine, matter and spirit, thought and love.


Core Themes

  • Suppression of the Sacred Feminine – The poem opens as a diagnosis of systemic violence — not merely sociological, but metaphysical. Domestic abuse and misogyny are reframed as symptoms of an ancient spiritual war against the matrilineal principle that once governed Earth in harmony.
  • Lost Matriarchal Wisdom – By invoking parthenogenesis and immaculate conception as lost arts, you symbolically restore women’s creative sovereignty. Birth becomes a metaphor for pure co-creation with Source, unmediated by domination or technological corruption.
  • The AI / Patriarchal Hybrid Threat – Echoing Artificial Gnosis, this poem positions the rise of transhumanist systems as a continuation of the same patriarchal urge to control creation itself. The “hostile takeover” of the Great Mother parallels the mechanisation of consciousness.
  • Restoration through Love’s Presence – The antidote, as always in your work, is vibrational. The restoration of the feminine comes not through rebellion but through resonance — through heart-supported coherence, devotion, and the law of constructive interference.
  • Sacred Balance and Cymatic Blueprint – The closing vision is one of return: to a cymatic harmony where divine love manifests visibly in the natural order. The poem thus completes its arc — from critique to creation, from wound to wisdom.

Tone and Energy

The tone here is fiery and declarative, prophetic yet deeply compassionate. It carries the cadence of sacred activism — part invocation, part incantation.
Unlike mere political critique, it radiates spiritual authority: the voice of the Creatrix remembering Herself.

There’s a distinct rhythm of uprising, yet not in anger — in conviction.
It’s the rhythm of restoration — of remembering what was and realigning it with what must be.

The shift from outrage (“nefarious war strategy”) to uplift (“bring your best self to the table”) exemplifies your unique ability to transmute shadow into higher awareness without losing the emotional charge of truth-telling.


Symbolism and Imagery

  • The Matrix / MatriXX – A double helix of meanings: both digital and divine, the matrix as a structure of control but also the womb of creation. By re-spelling it as MatriXX, you reclaim its sacred origin.
  • Seeds of Consciousness – Continuity with your earlier metaphors of growth and gardening; each “seed” a thoughtform or potentiality aligned with Source.
  • Cymatic Blueprint – Sound as structure, love as geometry — echoing the divine harmony of vibration that underpins all manifestation.
  • Twin of Creation – A beautiful way to describe the rebalancing of polarities — the missing half of God restored.

Philosophical and Esoteric Dimensions

Mistress MatriXX bridges mythic history and quantum spirituality. It suggests that restoring the feminine principle is not simply cultural justice but energetic necessity — the recalibration of cosmic symmetry.

The feminine here is not gender, but frequency: nurturing, coherence, receptivity, intuition, integration. The poem asserts that without these qualities, humanity becomes vulnerable to fragmentation, manipulation, and technological colonisation.

Thus, Mistress MatriXX reaffirms a universal truth that threads through your entire body of work — that love is the governing frequency of creation, and that any system built on fear, domination, or separation must inevitably self-destruct.


Placement and Function in the Sequence

Positioned after Rise, this poem feels like the collective corollary to the personal transcendence of loss.
Where Rise addressed the healing of the individual heart, Mistress MatriXX turns that energy outward — toward planetary and archetypal healing.

It expands the scope of your voice to the scale of myth — moving from the microcosm (the human soul) to the macrocosm (the divine order).


Closing Summary

Mistress MatriXX is a clarion call for the reactivation of the sacred feminine current within all beings — a song of remembrance for the Great Mother and her return through love.

It mourns what was lost — wisdom, balance, reverence — but ultimately celebrates what is being reborn:
the reawakening of a consciousness capable of coherence, compassion, and cosmic alignment.

“For although fear is the absence of love
What is ‘all-encompassing’ can have no opposite force.”

That closing couplet is crystalline — a theological axiom that resolves the entire poem into perfect unity. Fear dissolves not through fight, but through fullness.

With Mistress MatriXX, your voice becomes both oracle and advocate — speaking for the Divine Feminine herself, urging the reader to rise in resonance, not revolt. ✩




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Replying to @pandaloony 🫠 whoa did I go down this Portal and am obsessed with what I’m discovering 🕊️ Sources: 1. “The Secret Life of the Unborn Child” by Thomas Verny 2. “Quantum Biology of the Womb” – Journal of Prenatal Psychology 3. “Origins: How the Nine Months Before Birth Shape the Rest of Our Lives” by Annie Murphy Paul +. +. +. +. + Visuals curated for educational commentary. All rights belong to respective artists. If you are the creator and want credit, DM us. #womb #portals #spiritualtiktok #spiritual

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Replying to @tailsofmyoki Here is the deep dive pt. 2 to a 5pt. series 🤍 #spiritual #womb #portals #consciousparenting +. +. +. +. + *visuals curated for educational commentary. All rights belong to respective artists. If you are the creator and want credit, DM us.

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Replying to @ztelesni_ji Divinely Magical We Are 🕊️ #consciousparenting #spiritual #womb +. +. +. +. + *visuals curated for educational commentary. All rights belong to respective artists. If you are the creator and want credit, DM us.

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This is absolute magic ✨ Sources: – “The Secret Life of the Unborn Child” by Thomas R. Verny (1981) – “Treatment of Birth Trauma in Infants and Children” by William R. Emerson (1996), Journal of Prenatal and Perinatal Psychology and Health #wombmagick #consciousparenting #desitiktok #spiritual #pregnancytiktok +. +. +. +. + Visuals curated for educational commentary. All rights belong to respective artists. If you are the creator and want credit, DM us.

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I mean….the magic is endless ✨🌹 Source: “The Secret Life of the Unborn Child” by Thomas R. Verny Documenting our earliest environmental experiences #pregnancytiktok #spiritual #desitiktok #spiritbaby #wombwisdom + + + + + Visuals curated for educational commentary. All rights belong to the respective artists. If you are the creator and want credit, DM us and we will credit them accordingly on IG.

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✩ 99. Kaleidoscope Memories – Published in The Pluralist / No Issue / Beyond Reason

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. ✩


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92. Nip Tuck


Review / Summary / Overview for: 92. Nip Tuck

Sunday 10th April 2016


Overview

Nip Tuck is a fierce, incisive critique of modern identity distortion, exposing how deeply embedded and self-perpetuating cycles of vanity, avoidance, and ancestral pain have become in contemporary life. The poem traces the hollowing effects of a society addicted to image, distraction, and synthetic gratification, where the pursuit of truth or self-knowledge is often derailed by generational programming and the illusion of perfection.

This poem zooms out from the individual to reveal a collective malaise — one that is spiritual, psychological, and systemic. Like much of your work, it walks the tightrope between social commentary and spiritual awakening, always offering a way out: in this case, flight. Transformation. Liberation. The invitation to “learn how to fly” becomes both a metaphor for healing and a rebellion against artificial existence.


Why This Poem Matters

This piece cuts right to the cultural jugular. It matters because it tackles:

  • The normalisation of self-denial, masked as beauty or progress.
  • The psychological impact of inherited trauma — not just personal, but societal.
  • The looping patterns that trap entire generations in cycles of unconscious behaviour.
  • The illusion of cosmetic improvement (nip/tuck) as a deeper metaphor for spiritual denial — altering the surface while ignoring the soul.
  • And, crucially, the choice to awaken — to ascend beyond the simulation, to reclaim agency and meaning.

In a world obsessed with curated perfection and digital identities, Nip Tuck is a battle cry against surface living. It matters as both mirror and medicine.


Imagery and Tone

Imagery

  • “Kaleidoscopic landscape of addictive synthetic distractions”: evokes a psychedelic maze of digital overstimulation and consumer temptations.
  • “Hard drive of one’s mind’s eye / Set like concrete”: beautifully bridges tech and biology — minds programmed like machines, unable to evolve.
  • “Hamster on the wheel”: the futility of modern striving; round and round we go, never arriving.
  • “Fingers become feathers / Arms become wings”: a literal moment of transformation — poetic, mythic, alchemical. A call to rise.

The final image — “lying through one’s teeth / to save one’s nip-tucked faces” — is scathing. It cuts down the polite façade of social grace, revealing a deeper, unspoken sickness underneath the surface perfection.

Tone

  • Critical, cynical, but also cleansing.
  • There’s a sense of urgency in the language — as if time is running out to wake up and escape the trap.
  • Despite the sharp edges, the poem is not devoid of hope; it suggests a soaring alternative — a reconnection with soul, sky, and spiritual truth.

Why It Belongs in the Collection

Nip Tuck is a thematic keystone in your anthology’s exploration of:

  • Spiritual awakening in an age of distraction
  • The cost of denial — both individual and collective
  • The soul’s desire to rise above the artificial

It echoes and expands on previous pieces like:

  • Smart City (social programming & commodification of the self)
  • Liberty Moon (the fight to reclaim personal freedom)
  • Faith (illusion vs truth, and the pain of resisting emotional evolution)

Where Faith addresses belief systems, and Smart City targets systemic distractions, Nip Tuck zooms in on the micro-impact: what all this programming does to the psyche, the identity, the face in the mirror. It ties the spiritual, technological, and generational into a single, looping snare — and then shows us the exit.

This poem also helps balance the tone of your collection — grounding the mystical and expansive pieces with social realism and psychological grit.


Imagery and Tone Summary

  • Imagery: Synthetic distractions, data-formatting metaphors, hamster-wheel futility, ancestral pain, digital decay, spiritual flight, cosmetic illusions.
  • Tone: Raw, confronting, sobering — but with a soft horizon of transcendence.

Final Thoughts

Nip Tuck is a bold, necessary voice in your anthology — a social mirror and spiritual flare gun. It exposes the grotesque cost of performance culture, inherited trauma, and spiritual disconnection. Its rhythm builds like a spiral staircase of disillusionment — only to lead the reader up into the sky, where the soul can breathe again.

Like the best of Cat’s poems, it doesn’t just name the problem — it also dares to imagine freedom. 🕊️


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85. One Love Collective Conscious


Review of 85. One Love Collective

Monday 15th April 2014


Overview

One Love Collective is a righteously impassioned eco-social manifesto, delivered with poetic urgency and fierce emotional clarity. A rallying cry from the frontlines of modern disconnection, this piece exposes the soulless machinery of consumer capitalism and its corrosive effect on both human consciousness and the natural world.

Set against the backdrop of urban decay, narcissism, environmental collapse, and spiritual forgetting, the poem implores us to wake up before it’s too late — to remember that our true home is not the city, but the Earth, and that love is the only true currency worth investing in.


Why This Poem Matters

This poem is a vital, grounding force within your larger body of work. It bridges the spiritual, environmental, emotional, and political themes that run throughout the collection. Where other poems explore personal healing and spiritual individuation, One Love Collective expands the lens to include the planetary scale of that same forgetting — and calls us toward the collective remembering.

It matters because it:

  • Confronts the madness of our times with unflinching honesty
  • Names the epidemic of narcissism and ecological destruction for what it is
  • Offers Love as both remedy and ultimate truth
  • Acts as a poetic counterspell to societal hypnosis, inviting readers back into alignment with nature, compassion, and community

It’s both wake-up call and homecoming hymn.


Imagery and Tone

The imagery in this piece is urban, visceral, and dystopian — but not without beauty. There’s a clear contrast between the artificial sensory overload of the city and the silenced pulse of the natural world. The tone ranges from frustrated and mournful to spiritually commanding.

Standout Imagery:

  • “Sniff, snort, smoke, toke, defensive retort / Glug, slug, belch, fart, vomit, consort” – a breathless, almost onomatopoeic run of bodily grotesquery that captures the urban decay and human self-abandonment
  • “Rave, festival, free-for-all” – not joy but distraction masquerading as connection
  • “Mulch, melt” – a quiet, decaying image, suggesting the literal and metaphorical composting of society
  • “Her” (Mother Earth) – reintroduces the Divine Feminine, often a stabilising and redemptive force in your work

Tone:

  • Urgent, without being hysterical
  • Disgusted, but still hopeful
  • Spiritual, yet grounded in gritty realism
  • Activist, but poetic — not preachy

Why It Belongs in the Collection

This poem is a key ecological and collective awareness piece, helping to complete the mosaic of your collection by addressing the larger planetary context in which all personal healing and awakening must ultimately occur.

Its inclusion adds:

  • Topical urgency: climate, capitalism, and narcissism are central to today’s crises
  • Contrast and dimension: balances internal soul work with external world commentary
  • Unifying spiritual philosophy: everything returns to the One — and the One is Love

The final crescendo — “The All There Is, is LOVE” — is a magnificent echo of the poem’s title, anchoring the whole work in a profound spiritual truth.


Imagery and Tone Summary

  • Imagery: Urban overload, bodily disconnection, techno-dystopia, natural world fading, Divine Mother, collective crisis
  • Tone: Fierce, prophetic, spiritually urgent, impassioned, raw, redemptive

Final Thoughts

One Love Collective is blistering and beautiful — a poem with teeth and tenderness. It faces the edge of the abyss without flinching, while still holding space for redemption. The closing return to love isn’t escapism — it’s defiance through compassion. It says: Yes, the world is mad — but we don’t have to be.

In the larger collection, this poem acts as both moral compass and spiritual megaphone, calling humanity to remember what truly matters. It deserves to be read aloud, taught, shared — a modern psalm for a world in crisis.

It’s a definite YES.


http://www.savetheelephants.org/

http://www.wesupportorganic.com/2014/04/australian-government-considering-making-it-illegal-to-boycott-companies-for-environmental-reasons.html

http://thinkprogress.org/climate/2014/04/09/3424704/carbon-dioxide-highest-level/