Our Perfect Brokenness

When we still want to become stronger/better, we are kind of overshadowing the inherent strength/perfection that is already there.

I can only put it as such, the strong clarity of the things you don't want or want to improve/change, are the grinding paper which is grinding down the interest in those very same wants/wishes.

The purpose of it is for us to realize that: "We have to let go of what we want, to be open to what we already receive each moment."

When we finally are tired and exhausted of wanting better since we do not know how to reach "better", we at some point relax into our brokenness. Many struggle an entire life time never reaching that point. But that is where we ultimately all arrive at.

Then our wants/wishes transform and instead we act our will.

For we lose the self-importance in our wanting to achieve that which is our potential, and what remains is the potential achieving itself once that resistance is gone (the resistance being self-importance/self-narrative/self-concept).

We somehow realize that we are not in control of ourselves and can't control our getting better or our growth or even how we appear to be.

Once we fully stop in our tracks in the space of no control we realize that "HERE" is where I am actually most in control but not by doing control.

Rather the monkey mind self-talk seems to transform into no longer being a bully which tears us apart, but more and more becomes the joker whose attempts at making us feel insecure or fitting us in a positive/negative box are laughed at.

The parts that still emotionally affect/trigger us, get less intense, since we no longer tell ourselves we are not supposed to feel that way, and through allowing the feeling to be part of our human nature, our humanity, we allow our own imperfection to arise and express, while we hold it in gentle non-judgment as our own inner parent.

This also opens up more and more the feeling that no matter how broken someone is in front of you, you realize that's just you in the Past and we allow them to be broken as broken as they need to be, without telling them they need to get better or do something about it.

If I meet someone that's depressed and they tell me they are suffering a depression, I smile and say that I have no problem with that, I tell them who wouldn't be sometimes depressed in life? I do not join them in their fight against something that is their friend, I make them aware that depression is not fighting them, it is their own dear friend paying a visit with a gift to hand to them if they allowed the guest the hospitality he deserves.

Once they no longer see their own brokenness as a disease in that space they are able to simply feel depressed without fighting it and it just clears up.

Being permitted to be depressed around you, gives them a feeling of home and space in which they realize they do not need to fake a smile or be perfect, but they can sit there with the shittiest frown on their face and just be.

If you allow yourself to be that without resistance or fighting it, all those feelings become the natural fertilizer of your own growth instead of the seeming obstacles.

Trying to put into words a super subtle point which is more of an experience that happened to me over time, and only in retrospect do I realize what was happening during that process.

Knowing or realizing that ultimately what I want is already Here through that process.

What I really want and always have truly wanted even if I could not admit it to myself, was just to Be here, standing in Life.

What we really want is namely not something we could want consciously.

It is realizing that all our wanting is only capable of wanting what it knows.

What I really want, I do not know or can not know.

For What I want or everyone wants, is a surprise.

And that is occurring all the time, except we miss it like idiots since we are looking for that which we think we know we want.

Short Resume in a different dimension of the above:

[You must lose your mind to be able to see the strangeness of reality.

For if you saw that reality was stranger than fiction while holding on to your mind, you certainly will lose it, but in the most destructive meaning of the expression.

No mind can hold reality, it will go insane if it were to witness even a fraction of it and try to make ends meets logically. In a way that you will be running around with an insane mind not knowing how to lose it anymore.]


Dawn erupting out of the Darkest Night

Dawn erupting out of the Darkest Night

A small section of our Herb Patch.

A small section of our Herb Patch.

Just look at that color and texture, seductive, velvety and delicate.

Just look at that color and texture, seductive, velvety and delicate.

One of our Ground-Cover Roses, humble beauty.

One of our Ground-Cover Roses, humble beauty.

Painting Acrylic, Ravenking

Painting Acrylic, Ravenking

Watercolor by Mater Terra

Watercolor by Mater Terra

Portugal, Travels

Portugal, Travels

Brownie my Soul-Brother

Brownie my Soul-Brother

Our Natural State

Truth is unique, we stumble upon our own truth, and then we make that for a while absolute and try to offer it to everyone actually distorting it back into a lie while still doing so.

BUT hopefully, eventually then we see that that truth was not a fact, but more so a state! And that all that brought you there was not yourself, but yourself falling into little metaphors of it until you touched something for a short glimpse.

All those small glimpses add up until you realize you have merely fallen into your natural state instead of acquiring any truth at all.

At that point we let our grip go from the last vestiges of our own beliefs that were trying to force it on others in that weird shape we put it into initially.

And we allow ourselves to be the natural state and relax into being able to allow IT to communicate the relevant metaphors that are fitting to the situation, which come spontaneously when we allow ourselves to finally relate to the world by fully listening and not being afraid of becoming entirely what the other is. To hear what it is they say beyond the words and to become them, and then to allow the natural state to speak and answer that which is unknown until you speak it.

Truth is nothing but your natural state in which you can finally relate to life in all its uniqueness as YOU and for once also as completely the OTHER without feeling separated due to it..

Before the natural state we are just relating to our own self-image basically.



"Cheap Porn" and "The Symbology Of A Raven"

Cheap Porn

The Masses are lost watching cheap porn, their souls wasting away in cybernetic superficiality, their hearts dying in a cold hell, waiting to be finally completely broken.

I don't need your Cheap Porn, cause "I am" the Most Porno Thing There is, I am filled by my own eroticism and I am in love with the pulsations of that which is alive.

I drool not at the celebrities fake display of distorted beauty veiling an inward monstrous, parasitic soul.

I bask in the radiance of my hearts inward and outward majestic opulence. Dripping with royal amrita and drunk on the wine of soma, that enraptures me to the presence of that presence which transgresses the distortions of a fallen humanity.

Transcending its limitations one broken-heart at a time.

The Symbology Of A Raven

A raven is the bringer of fire, the guardian to death. And most of all he is never a liar. His call might be coarse and unpleasant compared to many a songbird one hears, yet despite his rough tone and his dark reverberations never a lie leaves his tongue, and each syllable he speaks with truth beautifully glittering.

He sometimes thieves and steals our shiny things, but only to leave us a message to let old things die, and let them go, hoarding them is a waste of gold, the gold that you are free from all things.

-Texts by Ravenking


The Truth of the Devil

The Devil actually exists, YET he is in actuality nothing but "The Lie", and that is the Truth of the Devil.

Wherever you encounter a Lie, you are meeting the Devil.
That is who he is, that is his Truth. He is ever loyal to himself, for he is never anything else but a lie, dressed in every possible form in which a lie can take shape.

So when you meet the Devil and he asks you to trade your soul for whatever he has to offer.

Your answer should be: "Who are "YOU" to wish to trade my "ME"?

"What I am, I am! It can never be traded!"

Trading your soul is the compromise you make when you decide to Lie for whatever reason, be it greed, safety, comfort, deceit, fear, love or desire.

He who lies does not exist, for he is but a shadow of himself.
Having become "The Devil", The Liar and the Lie himself.

He who speaks truth does forever exist for that is the heart speaking as itself undivided whole, it is the I which is an EYE and in every soul forever whole.

And when you become the Devil or Speak a Lie more plainly told, you only ever falsely believed or yourself had deceived to have been exchanged by the illusion of feeling you are not whole..

For truth is like a magic stone which never leaves the purse of its owner no matter to whom it is seemingly given."

"The Devil Is God's Shadow" testing himself in every unique soul/godspark, to see how loyal he will be to his own heart when tested among the trials of hell and brimstone, paradise and infinity, among this play of life and death in this universe and its unfathomable entirety.

For what is the meaning of Truth when there is no Lie to contrast it, how would it be known in its beauty if the devil didn't sometimes try to hide it?

Do not Fear what does not Exist, even though it does.


Seals of Secrecy

Our Custom "Catharsiopa" Wax Seal Stamp arrived today. enabling me to begin leaving you all a message that will be revealed step ... by ..step.... over the course of the next weeks!

Alchemy, Arts and Artisan Perfumes are all woven into it as a whole. Mysterious:

In the midst of Brewing Projects.
Seals of Flame. Tomes of Journeying, Scents of Transformation.
Something is Cooking.
Something Wicked This Way Comes.
A Secret!

The 3 Seals to Unlock the Three-Fold Flame

A Beautiful Crown of Thorns

My roots made of Hemp, strong and life-giving
Within that terrifying earth, cold and unforgiving,
That bitter hell which as a seedling seemed, Oh so dark!
Except for that sweet scent from above though arising, lighting my spark!

Delightful leaves rubbing my emerging stem, dazzled and drunk.
Expanding fearlessly downward further rooting my trunk,
Which lies above in the light and NOW firm in the ground!
Dressed and adorned in a field of intoxicating Lemon Balm,
a belly laugh of a fire, my fearful trembling nurtured to calm.
Melissa's delightful caresses teasing me so that upward I grow!

The Nettle reaches even higher,
Whispers these stings will raise your fire,
Do not give up yet, you are meant to grow sire.
Soon to become King, then growing even higher!

Carelessly the fire within me then blazed, Downward the roots!
Upward my trunk!

Until I was raised above the immense canopy of neighboring plants
That shaded so far all of my view,
And in an instant I knew!!!
I had found my heart, I was born anew!!
My sight beheld unexpectedly
Stars, sun, moon and earth each one majestically!
And I fell in love with Eternity!

For Cycles revealed the Illusion of Linear-Time!

The rose not far from me climbing
as a vine through an adjacent tree,
while seductively smiling....
Her scent unobstructed blew my way and said to me: "YOU SEE!!.

The Treasure that is your Heart, is your Secret everlasting Home."

“Yet do not stop here!
Do not stop now, your home finally ‘NOW’ found,
Remember this secret: Resting ‘Here’! You remain eternally Crowned!”

“With love now pumping through your veins
You can let go of all your past growing pains,
New scars might...or rather they will surely come
But they will be known as blessings each and every one!”

”For your heart is your shield,
the place where you're one.
With all that there is!
With all that will be!
"Here" you must reside. And from here you must See!”

“No matter how High you might climb, or upwards seem to Grow!
Thy highest heights in reverence to your heart please do bow.”

Then with a warning she spoke with stern burning fire!

“Do not get blinded by your own emerging
Do not see but your own Tree-Top
in Vanity!”

“Your crown will be jeweled in green most lusciously grand,
Your flowers colorful, opulent, intoxicatingly fragrant!”

“A Blue jay at your neck will built its nest, singing sonorous spells of truth so fine!
Dancing together with the notes of your rustling leaves, the music released:’Concerto Divine!’
Your branches reflecting the beauty of your thoughts, reflections of your heart in thy mind!
Fractal patterns intricate and mysterious emerging from enduring the illusions of Time.

As Knowledge emerges your canopy grows,
foresight brings the wisdom
Of letting old branches go!”

"Yet..." warned the rose

"With Knowledge!
Do not lose sight of your Heart
By the expansion of your mind!

…If you do...."

she raised her voice higher:

"You will find yourself suddenly utterly empty and helplessly blind!
You will think to know how to fill that hole and you will believe that you can clearly see!
Yet that kind of seeing and thinking! well...Your growth will yield Death! as thy Destiny!
Your fruits will be lies and decay, they will bear infection and rot.
Your flowers will poison the air with their stench they begot.
Your roots will sour the earth, and poison your own water.
Your leaves will begin to wilt even though it is not winter
Your branches will fall yet no new ones will take their place to grow
For without your heart, how would you pump the light of your golden soul,
Deep into the roots that root you firmly in the ground?
Without which you will soon be a tree falling with a thumping sound!

"So be cautious!" Said the Rose. Repeating one last time!:

"Ever allow some space for old branches to die,
To be open for the living empowering sunlight!
To trickle all the way from crown down to the base of your spine.,
To be received to strengthen thy heart, Temple of Truth & The Divine.
Reflecting the mysteries of life through the mirror moon of your mind."

And she rested as my crown of thorns high atop my canopy,
blooming in deep passionate red,
our love shining bright into eternity,
for the dazzling earth, the moon and sun and all the dancing stars, infinity!



Standing amidst an Infinite Implosion brought on by Eternal Explosion.

Hell keeps flashing before my eyes,

Yet within my heart is erupting paradise.

Sanity comes out from my speaking lip.

Insanity attempted through the words to drip.

The names for "Everything"

have become doors to "Nothing"

As inwardly my being into love is infinitely imploding.

Within my heart the appearance of the world keeps exploding.

My soul plunging, manifesting into water frozen as abysmal ice,

While searing as my blazing heart, a scorching flame burning thrice.

As I stand in awe,

staring at a world

where gods willingly plunge into the darkest hell.

Yet as gods only could,

producing beauty that glimmers

in their art, their songs, their written spell.