A journey through insanity, addiction, and continued awakening to spiritual truths.
This day is filled with discomfort and a low-level sadness pervading the subconscious realms of my mind. I long for something on which I cannot place my finger. That thing I’ve been journeying after as long as I’ve been breathing, yet it is so undefinable, I feel more adrift the longer I seek it. The …
After a period of utilizing cognitive behavioral therapy, I began seeing progress in my day to day life and in processing all that has happened over the years. I’ve begun to come to terms with who and what I am. I’ve seen where things in the past have defined me for too long, and I …
Took a short overnight trip to the Linville Gorge Wilderness and drove up Old NC Hwy 105. I was preoccupied ensuring the safety of my progeny, so this is the best photo I have without them in it. I plan on another journey solo in the future to include the the Linville Falls and the …
Commemorate moment of absence,In this void of maternal joy.Longing for their presence,Despondent little boy. Seeking eternal providence,Finding tendrils beneath the tree.Rooted within darkness,Stretching out to the sea. Be not downtrodden,Raise thy horizontal brow.Such fruits this tree laden,Awaiting solemn vow. Above, the senseless heavens,Surrounding all that ever was.The future is eleven,For all a seven does. Riddles …
A chill in the air, Demeter’s entrance to the year. Equinox approaching, tipping scales of darkness to earth. Inconceivable moments, outpacing all that was known. Every rite, every book, every name spoken, all fades in the abyss. Higgs breaching to the fore. Aural vibrations, resounding spirits abound. Emancipating fear, releasing pain, entranced with what surrounds …
I’m intrigued by Aleister Crowley’s assertion: “The whole idea of sin and redemption is a direct metaphysical creation of the slave spirit.” (The Gospel According to Saint Bernard Shaw) The Roman use of Catholicism to keep their subjects subservient and meek with promises of a reward in heaven, while consuming and transmuting their traditions in …
From light to dark, the universal pull intrigues with its depths. Dazzling with painter’s brush, lavish colors shift each breath. A fiery passion blazing, scorching all in arms reach. Fading into the abyss, leading beyond the breach. Gazing into the expanse, outside the temporal frame. Sitting within darkness, exposing distant flames. Wondrous senses beckon, fear …
I do my best not to get wrapped up in the drama of day to day life, and for the longest time I had closed myself off from it all, just living my life on the periphery. I was relatively happy in what became a basic existence and managed to create something of a normal …