Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

No one’s ever seen the One with an eye, but by inference from prayer and meditation I’ve come to despise the Idea, in its usurpation of One, soon usurped by its son, Singularity; as never having thought themselves having the help of the Feminine Divine. Aaah! But then, again, what’s Woman without Reason? Just Patriarchy!

What began as gods, fighting in emptiness, Laughing chase My sky-mind, with melancholy, came down I saw you, Magpie cascaded to my feet, feelings deep, In roots, Spawned, you from my mobile, in flower, Rose of Berwick

Gods and goddesses emerge from the stars to play in emptiness’ fields, at not-thing In us, act themselves out, show Mind to emptiness, embody her nothing, Hydra, emerging on wave, tongue coiled, cannot touch my feeling My body, Beauty incarnate, as Love laughs, heads fall to the ground, Again, today emerges in feeling, slayer of…

Wtf? Knock, knock! Raelene, wake up! Can I see past it, clearly? Finding out your own sisters one of the freaks? Comes in giddy like she’s been drinking? Yeah, thats right, you’d think there was a big freak street party happening on Freak Close, atm. A big, fucking, satanic seance! Eternity well has the last…

Well, to be your submissive in me forgiveness lies, And forgive, end bowed down at your feet, ‘Cause if I can’t do that, I lie down and die, And, but for love, I can no longer function, All ends in my surrender, else, what’s release for?

When you get back in the rain from a voodoo train trip, and you ended up the same place you began, with people saying you’re the devil, and hear something thru your elven ears, upsetting about the beautuful woman you love from afar, as if youre some kind of elven knight, in love, in the…

Voodoo streets full of voodoo spells, Blah, blah, your voodoo spells, curse but mouths, Enough said, in your head of snake mouths Sink into crowds in cursed history’s mouth, with the dead I can forgive myself, And on, I said

Breathing Life back into, take this morning, and find you, There but, beside Love, seeking yourself, amid others, Who, in Strife, cast Money’s  depression, end in Eternal sighs, Transfiguring, only, themselves beheld in Dawn’s rays; Dawn’s smile reminisces your Beauty: returns happy Light

The whole world, in a cubed place, in space And I can’t tell what I was doing wrong or what fell, it’s Strange, and everyone’s ghosts floating round But I feel judged, as if I were put before the crowd Accusers fingers, the moment I wake up …frost Chills my soul: did I wake inside…

On my way home from buying mum a gas bottle, I was walking across bemersyde, the way I do near Clyde, I encountered an old woman, who stopped her car and unlocked her doors in the middle of the streetShe looked like an old witch from a faerie tale, Because my thoughts are upon you,…