In Iceland, there are rocks, glaciers, inedible food, and weird music.
Of Monsters and Men ~ Little Talks.
(Stop the playback after this song, else get the whole album.)
It seems that I have developed a taste for weird music videos.
This isn’t as weird as some I’ve viewed, but it’s out there.
Iceland is the strangest of places, that’s reflected here.
Please listen responsibly, don’t be a real weirdo.
But then, just don’t listen to a word I say.
steam punk airships are weird too
Legend has it there is always a reason why two souls meet. ~ N.R. Hart
The tale of Beauty and the Beast is an allegory which has as much relevance today as it did when it was written in 1740, in French. (La Belle et le Bête) In fact this tale is just a retelling of many earlier stories that go back at least as far as 4,000 years ago.
In the tale a beautiful and kind young woman, we shall call Belle, is forced to live with a real Beast, (of some description, or type of wolf, or mythical creature, or bull), who constantly wants to have sex with Belle ~ which she not unnaturally refuses, (that would be real bestiality).
It transpires that the Beast is as rich as any King.
Money is power. Power is an aphrodisiac. ~ Felix Dennis
However, after spending several months in the lap of absolute luxury, being treated like a princess by the Beast and his servants, having her every whim catered for, and with an endless wardrobe of gorgeous clothes, shoes, and jewelry to wear, the beautiful young Belle finds an excuse to abandon the beast. (For multifarious reasons, including a young, handsome lover ~ depending on which version of the tale you are reading).
Lost in his unrequited love for Belle, the Beast sickens in body, mind and spirit ~ isolates himself in some garret, or cave, or tower, and prepares to die.
After a while, wracked by guilt, or bored with her younger lover, or broke, Belle goes back to the Beast, finding the heartbroken monster in a terrible state. Playing the dutiful partner, Belle nurses the Beast back to health, and they both return to their previous glittering lifestyle.
Even today, almost this exact same scenario is played out time and time again when a beautiful, exotic young woman dates / has a relationship with / marries some pretty ordinary looking / ugly much older man ~ and he will be fucking wealthy.
They seldom live happily ever after.
I’ll give you one example, the horrible Bernie Ecclestone, (the billionaire ex-head of F1 motor racing), and his then wife gorgeous, much taller, Tamara.
If money goes before, all ways do lie open. ~ Shakespeare
Some say that money can’t buy you love. And, that a sexually mature woman will want your love, time, attention, and money. All I know is that enough money changes everything.
every good girl has a bad girl streak
it just depends if he can awaken her beast
She who is possessed by carnal desire for the serpent is lost.
Dawn, and smell the sulpher from the dragon’s breath as she purred
Her Life is a journey of imagined adventures, so lie back and enjoy the ride
Eat a marijuana cookie explore the inner Cosmos to see the rainbow serpent
Experimenting playing with psychedelic substances has always been her forte
Smiling as she watches the kaleidoscopic mordant rainbows melt and change
Reality is an illusion, real life is what she thinks in the strange deranged moment
No angels in bright, white raiment there, only darkly amorous vampyres play
At night, cats are black, vampyres are dark, except for the ones you mirror watched
Lazily, indolently, intoxicated, she dallied with a dulcimer as my heart was shattered
Venus was breaking, creating lust; then she said with laciviousness falsely enamored ~
if you want to prove your love, then bring me the head of the mirrored dragon
Or dead red roses in the hard midnight rain
Why think rationally? Common sense never had fair maiden
and fear never won the day
Neither in her canopied bed, nor even at the dismal end of a misted swamp
Bitter better man never gets chance to play with carnal women and absinthe
She’s beautifully dangerous, I desire her this moonlit night, and she is not patient
There are never certainties, nothing a man can ever trust, there is only useful myth
It could be worse, if the iron dice roll, may the Goddess help me
When she fails, take me back to Liars Bar again, finally
a vampyre will always bite
dragons burns, and women lie
et une belle biche, elle est gratuit
Chasing Imagined Dragons, she’s one part brave, one part a sorceress.
I know a woman who likes snakes, octopuses, and probably chasing dragons.
She likes psychedelic art, abstract spiral trees, and abandoned buildings.
But then, I like, love, and adore exotic, weird, mysterious women.
Just perhaps, this strange song and weird video are for her.
Please listen responsibly.
never kiss a Goddess holding a snake
and never look into their eyes
A real man desires an independent woman who knows what she wants.
The iconic fairy tale is supposedly about Little Red Riding Hood, but that isn’t at all the whole story. There is a big difference between a real woman and a little girl ~ and any little girl who gets involved with a big bad wolf cannot be as innocent as she at first seemed. But, there has never been a Little Red Riding Hood ~ there is just the carnal woman that is Red Riding Hood.
Red Riding Hood is no innocent little girl, she is a fully mature, independent, confident, powerfully sexual woman. A real man should be sensitive to her wants, needs, and desires ~ and they are physically, mentally, and emotionally complex. In a very feminine way, she also has spiritual, mystical, esoteric, and aesthetic wants, needs, and desires that most of today’s emasculated men will find it difficult to understand.
If a man could read her mind he would either be terrified, traumatised, or aroused ~ or all three of those at the same time. She may fuck you without giving you any of her heart, or she may give you all of her heart and never have sex with you at all. She has lived long enough to fully explore her carnal sexuality in all of its forms, in the light of love and in the darkest shadows. Red Riding Hood is part of the Divine Feminine and a sorceress of sexual love incarnate. If a man cannot fully accept and understand that, then he has no business ever becoming involved with this dangerously captivating creature.
Red Riding Hood loves shiny things, weirdness, creatures of the night, and abandoning herself to forbidden pleasures for no other reason than she can. She is adorable, gorgeous, poetic, risqué, and sexy. Her love is not soft, her love bites and the wounds never close. She may break your heart, just so you learn to love her the more. If you want to be with her, then you must be unique, you must be truly your entire self, you must be willing to brave the thorns if you wish to smell the heady perfume of the rose.
Some say Red Riding Hood is an urban myth. And that she would only ever date an asshole, a jerk, or a stud. All I know is that if you have the courage, she is the most enchanting woman you can ever enjoy.
her spirit is the reflection of a wolf,
she is mother, maiden, and crone
The Apache called this the Enchanted Land.
Dawn in New Mexico, the mountains silhouetted against a colouring sky, and this dawn perhaps brings a new hope.
a dawn for quiet contemplation
enchanted lust is as a candle under a dark moon
hard as stone
dry as a bone
far as the moon
she left me alone
the enchantress crone
dangerous women attract me
I suffer an abnormal fear of abandonment
Sometimes it seems as though the very Devil is in the sky.
The sun sets red, and blood will be spilled this night.
Be very afraid
There are more things in Heaven and Earth
Than are dreamt of in your philosophies
At heart I am a skeptic who refuses to believe without direct personal experience, or hard evidence that what I have been told is indeed true. More than that, I am a practical, engineering, Newtonian Physics kind of Englishman who does not take charlatans, fools, and knaves kindly. I give no credence whatsoever to alien encounters, flat earthers, or people who believe that the Pyramids were built by men from other star systems.
So what am I doing trusting in such things as divination, precognition, and spooky connections? Why do I have and use a pack of tarot cards, am in constant close contact with my personal astrologer, would walk ten-thousand miles to avoid a ouija board, and believe that kissing a witch in the moonlight is more than just a kiss?
If it comes right down to it, why do I believe that there are such beings as witches?
Well, recently Victoria, my personal astrologer and tarot reader, wrote to me;
You are now venturing on another important evolutionary step on your life path to discover what you are truly capable of, and realizing that you have an immense inner power! Part of your life path is discovering what this power is, unearthing this power from the depths of your heart and soul, and knowing how you can use it in the various areas of your daily existence. ~ Victoria
Not so long ago I would have utterly rejected those words.
Now, I’m pretty certain that Victoria has a gift, and that she knows what she’s talking about.
I’m better at denial than most, and my mind is more closed than even most Englishmen of my generation, but looking back on my life I can see some hard evidence that I have abilities most others do not.
For example; it’s not just that I can tell when people are lying to me, or know when they have falsehoods in their soul….. my ability to read people is far deeper than that, and I used it unashamedly when I worked in banking and finance. And, that’s as much as I’m going to say about my ‘…..immense inner power…..’
What I will tell you is that everyone who reads this blog is a unique individual who deserves to receive much more recognition and respect for who they innately are, and for the good they do in this world.
Some say that they do not feel as much in charge of their own destiny as they could and should be. And, that there are people and situations preventing them from accomplishing all that they deserve and desire. All I know is that everyone reading this is stronger than others believe.
the ultimate and impalpable strength
of the Divine Feminine
Almost everyone is comfortable with intuition,
almost nobody is really comfortable with psychic power.
the eyes are windows to the soul
For most of my adult life I have had an uncanny ability to read people, to instantly understand moods and situations, to know that someone is lying to me. Over the past few years I have been in a long distance relationship, and without even speaking to her or chatting with her, I generally know what’s going on with my friend in California. She can wake me from a deep sleep just by thinking about me. If it involves me or my Californian friend, then sometimes I know what is probably going to happen in the future.
These things are not explainable by natural laws, until you get into the world of quantum physics where things like spooky connections, (quantum entanglement), are the norm and not the exception.
I firmly believe that thinking and feeling beings are also affected by spooky connections, and that true psychic abilities exist. Dogs can detect cancer and predict earthquakes~ how?
For example; my personal astrologer knows me and knows all about me, even though we have never met, and the most important information I have ever given her is the date, time, and place of my birth. When I say she knows me it’s almost as though she has bugged my apartment and has cameras watching everything I do. She also predicts my future with uncanny accuracy.
I truly believe that I am also cursed with psychic abilities. Over the past few days I have stopped suppressing my unnatural intuition and allowed free rein to any sixth sense or second sight I may have. It’s already got me into trouble with my Californian friend.
Also, allowing psychic forces to manifest themselves is driving a very strong need for self-improvement and self-development deep within me. Mostly this drive includes the following weird stuff;
- a need to eat less meat
- a very low tolerance of overeating and eating rich foods
- a total repulsion of processed food and junk food
- a total intolerance to booze
- a strong desire to explore, new places, new situations, new people
- an inability to sit still, I continually need to be doing stuff
- my creativity has exploded into fascinating areas
- utter intolerance of procrastination and being late
- a very low tolerance for things that I think and feel are wrong
- utter fascination with self-improvement and self-development
- a need to more deeply connect with my Muse / Goddess / Spiritual Guide
Some say that the Cosmos is filled with unseen energy vibrations. And that what we think, feel, and desire are driven by this cosmic energy. All I know is that it’s better for me if I never tell anyone that I can read them like a book.
ancient philosophers and modern quantum physicists believe that Time is not a straight line
time is curved ~ the past, present, and future run in parallel