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Beauty is the finest of all things.  And it exists for its own excuse. and you know, You can find it anywhere.  To marvel at the grand designs of existence all around us and to feel that the same force that animates, also animates you. Cannot be less than a comfort.  Many beings that do not know their nature.  fail to find their place in the grand architecture of the world.  But there is a place for all things no matter how bizarre. That which animates, is an expression of it

10 Codes of Conduct for a Conscious Life 1. Approach all substances with respect and responsibility—only after the age of 25, when the body and mind are mature enough to choose wisely. 2. Use medicines, plants, or sacraments as tools for insight, not escape, always in safe and intentional settings. 3. Meditate daily, if even for a few moments, to quiet the noise of the mind and strengthen clarity of spirit. 4. Move your body with devotion—through yoga, running, or lifting wei

It began with a stone robin; one my father had affixed to a mushroom log. A log that had never known the pulsating life of spores or the magic of mycelium but perched at the edge of our roof garden, it overlooked the fish market on London Road and observed all that went on below.  The robin was curios the type of curiosity that kills cats but its stony demeaner along with its hardened shell and general vacancy was enough for it to go unnoticed and enabled the people below to

.   The Boy and The Birds   Chapter one In a White Room I was sitting in the psychiatric ward of East Brighton’s General Hospital. In the assessment and treatment centre. I knew this place well, the clock on the wall had stopped ticking and yet again I was sitting in front of an empty chair waiting for a psychiatrist to walk through the door. The psychiatrist I assumed would be like the last or the one before that. An over worked, underwhelmed, uncharismatic, unempathetic and

Aloof and on this bar stool steaming Across a gleaming oak veneer Sat there silent temptuous spirits Imprisoned in glass oval tears Silent soldiers I salute you all What shall we seek today? Well war of course within ourselves For every battle lost and won So once again into the fray my fair weather friend It's my turn to spin the gun With wild words of ardent profess That hammer forgotten dreams as they manifest How vulgar they tongue the ear And pepper these wall with their

It's Turkish Gary at the final corner in the lead And he's on for a monkey if it comes in The grey faced man at the track side Drops his fag And clenches his grasp on the ticket Burning a hole In his green coque sportive sports jacket In the process The dust kicks up around Turkish Gary heels And his resolve is like steel Still and defiant Then a bump A slight hitch in the track And Turkish Gary falls lame breaking his heel A quick shot in the head and a swift exit Will end t

I take to the streets, I am a flanneur and dressed that way, The ladies in their petty coats skip along the cobbels baring their heels to gentlemen in waistcoats smoking cigars, Whom shoot this autumnal breeze with curt words of labour and love A lady sits outside a Parisian cafe holding a cigarette between her fingers and rolling it back and forth causing wisps of smoke to spiral She is demure and she shrugs off every eye that captures her gaze She nonchantley reads the muni

Ladies and gentlemen, let's raise our glasses and share a toast to love, happiness and gratitude With a shared wanderlust and her tenacious spirit. Life with Sarah has been an adventure from the start: she is fun, kind hearted, loving, caring and the strongest person I know. We make a great team together and she has stuck by me through the hardest of times. She is my rock and I look forward to an exciting future with her by my side To our incredible families, we extend our de

There are 4 you's. There are 2 that are in a cycle between mania and depression. These are you at the extremes of your illness and you will think things about yourself and act in ways that aren't you. It will make you feel inauthentic but there's also you that waits to come out of depression. The you that has sat with your trauma, every slight, every mistake, every friend lost and utterance of carless abandon. The authentic self out of control. There is you who is not in a c

Grief hits hard, like a freight train, leaving you scattered. Your Mother, your anchor, Your world spinning and empty. But move forward, step by step, a sad dance in the twilight Remember her smile, her laugh, live for her, live for you. Grieve, but don't drown, in the beats of your heart, in the breath of your lungs, she's there. Keep going, for her, for you. She's in heaven now making sad angels happy And smiling down on us And maybe in the softness of a dream we can laugh

The Ten Agreements 1: Take responsibility for your life for in order grows the seed of wisdom 2: Do what thou wilt, but le they will be aligned with love, truth and the rhythm of the universe 3: Love you neighbor as yourself, for in another’s suffering you will find your own 4: Flow like water, resisting nothing clinging to nothing and returning always to balance 5: Seek to awaken from illusion for all cravings bondage 6: Respect the earth, the plants and the nat

And the black dog sits And snarls Whilst the couch suffocates And the walls are damp And the clock ticks Then I stand there Eyes drawn away I get my trainers My trainers Stare back They have no answers And the clock ticks I stare at them And they stare back The black dog snarls I put the trainers on And exit the flat The black dog runs Nipping at my heels And the chase is on My mind wants to stop My mind says no But I run on The black dog is gaining Howling at the moon I brea

And if you travel to distant lands Forgetting Albion and her pearls of sand For Burmese nights Surrounding crimson bells For the forest speaks And wisdom tells And if she speaks ambrosia Into your ears Delighting and extinguishing your fears And if fire engulfs your broken soul And twists your black heart back to gold And if your sisters words of worlds renewed grips the morning forest dew And if she blazes like A tempest of tears and waters heaven With Minerva's spears W

“The Woman Who Stayed” She held his hand when darkness came, His voice lost to the storm. She whispered love through trembling rain, And kept his weary heart warm. While shadows danced inside his mind, She built a light from threadbare hope, And when he could not see himself, She became his telescope. The world had taken her mother’s song— The voice that once had known her best— Yet through her grief she somehow learned To carry love within her chest. She saved his l

In England immigration is observed through monochromatic glasses especially by the working classes who have experienced the worst of it. With the far-right Muslim no go areas, Jihadist recruitment institutions and the grooming gangs that the government are too embarrassed to admit they created. The unfortunate response is that the general public are tarnishing the working classes as racist for bringing up any issues within the communities that they have concern for. These

Pedro La Fuego is a name that resonates with readers who appreciate the depths of human experience. His writing often explores dark philosophical themes that challenge our understanding of existence, morality, and the human condition. In this blog post, we will journey through some of these themes, examining how they manifest in his work and what they reveal about our own lives. La Fuego's narratives are not just stories; they are reflections on the darker aspects of life. He

Psychedelics have long fascinated people, sparking curiosity and debate. They offer unique perspectives on consciousness, creativity, and the human experience. One voice that stands out in this field is Pedro La Fuego. His writings explore the depths of psychedelic experiences, providing insights that resonate with many. In this post, we will dive into some of his most impactful books and articles, uncovering the wisdom they offer. La Fuego's work is not just about the substa

Art and philosophy often intertwine, creating a rich tapestry of ideas and expressions. One such fascinating intersection is found in the concept of Nocturne Vex. This term evokes a sense of mystery and depth, inviting us to explore the artistry behind its philosophy. In this blog post, we will journey through the essence of Nocturne Vex, examining its artistic elements and philosophical underpinnings. We will uncover how this concept resonates with creativity and thought, an

Literature has a unique way of exploring the depths of the human experience. It can take us to dark places, challenge our perceptions, and expand our minds. Dark and psychedelic literature, in particular, offers a fascinating lens through which we can examine philosophical ideas. This blog post will explore how these genres intertwine with philosophy, revealing insights about existence, consciousness, and the human condition. The Intersection of Philosophy and Literature Phi

In a world filled with noise, finding authentic voices can be a challenge. One such voice is that of Pedro La Fuego. His writings resonate with readers, drawing them into a world of vivid imagery and deep emotion. But what makes his work stand out? In this post, we will explore the art of Pedro La Fuego, examining his unique style, themes, and the impact of his words. Pedro La Fuego is not just a writer; he is a storyteller. His ability to weave narratives that feel both pers