Freeing My Inner Weirdo.
I've spent my whole life building an infrastructure that allowed me to fit in and be acknowledged by the world in some weird way. But at what cost?
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February 23, 2017
We Will Be Her Angels and Your Snakes. {poetry}
We will be Her angels in rape and pillage
We will love Her, pray to Her, infuse Her with our internal sunlight, warm her with the photosynthesis of Love.
Holy Fuck: On Vulnerable, Erotic, Soul-Centered Loving and Caring for Our Planet.
When our heart is broken wide open, there is an invitation to nearly unimaginable receptivity and fantastical courage to inhabit this sort of loving.
You Were Born for Pleasure.
I want you to embrace your sexual nature, and to see that pleasure is not limited to the bedroom or to sex with a partner.
!["You must have a room, or a certain hour or so a day, where you don’t know what was in the newspapers that morning, you don’t know who your friends are, you don’t know what you owe anybody, you don’t know what anybody owes to you. This is a place where you can simply experience and bring forth what you are and what you might be. This is the place of creative incubation. At first you may find that nothing happens there. But if you have a sacred place and use it, something eventually will happen. […]
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Our life has become so economic and practical in its orientation that, as you get older, the claims of the moment upon you are so great, you hardly know where the hell you are, or what it is you intended. You are always doing something that is required of you. Where is your bliss station? You have to try to find it." #JosephCampbell #RebelleSociety
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Happy Monday, Rebel! What's your bliss station today? ❤](http://scontent-dfw5-1.cdninstagram.com/v/t51.2885-15/sh0.08/e35/s640x640/80006255_3335064936520499_8943008855071934994_n.jpg?_nc_ht=scontent-dfw5-1.cdninstagram.com&_nc_cat=111&_nc_ohc=mHjpsv3EfmUAX9o4BE3&oh=5ccca7a63e4a1701d27ef46932a1289e&oe=5EC9FE28 "\"You must have a room, or a certain hour or so a day, where you don’t know what was in the newspapers that morning, you don’t know who your friends are, you don’t know what you owe anybody, you don’t know what anybody owes to you. This is a place where you can simply experience and bring forth what you are and what you might be. This is the place of creative incubation. At first you may find that nothing happens there. But if you have a sacred place and use it, something eventually will happen. […]
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Our life has become so economic and practical in its orientation that, as you get older, the claims of the moment upon you are so great, you hardly know where the hell you are, or what it is you intended. You are always doing something that is required of you. Where is your bliss station? You have to try to find it.\" #JosephCampbell #RebelleSociety
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Happy Monday, Rebel! What's your bliss station today? ❤")
