The Cut

The sword fell swiftly



It did not flinch or shake or pause

The cord had been clamped

But only one wields the blade

It is held with a ferocity even they did not expect

“It is finished!!” they shout

The wielder both sobs and screams

As the other side floats suddenly into blackness

The wielder is surprised by the silence

The peace

And the sense of calm they suddenly feel

Dawning on them, how easy it was

A slow smile crept to their entire face

The sword was placed securely into it’s sheath, by their side, ready at any moment should it be required, yet safely secured.

Away they walk, a slight skip to the step

Their head held high

And their back to the the black.

The Joy of Insight

The blindfold drops but it does not flutter gently down to our feet like a lovely dream

It falls like a boulder down a mountain

or a cannon ball dropped onto the sailors foot instead of going into the cannon.

Insight, understanding or wisdom is feeling the truth

Feeling the truth changes us in an instant.

No amount of of logic or reason can guard us, direct us or teach us the way feeling does

Utterly humble yourself with absolute gratitude when it comes

It will turn your feet in the opposite direction

Spin you on your head

To transform you immediately

And you will never ever again forget or repeat any lesson you have learnt in that moment.

Those truths that are felt become our foundations, our beliefs and our values

Those feelings are your courage, your boundaries and the thing that will make you unshakable under any circumstance.

This is what it is meant to be grounded and confident, and it is something that cannot be faked.

It is an energy that is within you.

You will see people change towards you when it happens.

Problems will quickly dissipate as you act upon your wisdom, fear will disappear. Paths will be cleared and rest shall be bestowed upon you.

Joy is quick to follow.

Deep inner knowing is simply feeling the truth as well as knowing it.

It is not enough just to know.

It is also not enough just to feel

Let the Islands of Knowledge and Feeling be joined together in a marriage that is equally yoked together. One cannot exist without the other and both are weak without the other

Enjoy the beauty of both my Loves

Enjoy the confidence and the joy they both bring you.

Search until the two are joined and unified

Experience what you must until you understand both logically and emotionally

Observe the patterns and the lessons that come upon you

They are sent with love to teach and guide you from the spirits, the ancestors and the Divine so that you can ascend

To step into your power

Your authenticity

To become the ultimate and best you can become

To be the happiest

The most fulfilled

To live the best life you can live without any doubts, regret, fear, guilt or shame.

The Carnage and the Silence

The carrion lay in small mounds and little divots

Across the creeks and dangling in bushes waving in the wind as eerie puppets with open mouthed grins controlled by devils and and evil Lords

The King sits astride his steed


He stares across the open grave

It remains silent, as only a graveyard can

The breeze, the dead, the King and his steed

His steed reads his mind and gently, carefully picks his way across the field knowing where to go fully aware of the gravity of the moment

The King simply sits and allows himself to view every body before him. He allows the gravity of the decisions he made to sink deeply into his sinew and bones. He learns by his mistakes. He accepts wisdom with gratitude if it means even one could be saved.

The Steed lifts each hoof delicately, he checks where to step, being sure it is clear of death, disease and sorrow.


Shoulders back with a smile on her face

Another notch on her belt

Feeling her heart warm



Understanding that all have fallen

All have fallen

Walking….no.. marching….no.. running

Not a glance behind

As her feet spark fire that leaves ash in it’s wake

All have fallen

Not a care for a single one

Should any remain standing

They stand as those that stand as worthy

Understanding Power

Power stands in solidarity with Truth

Power does not require the taking of anything from any other source

The individual who stands alone

In authenticity and fearlessness of it’s own self

In joy of it’s own self

In understanding of it’s boundaries, are indeed, the most powerful

Power refuses what does not serve authenticity

It identifies easily what is not authentic

It takes action towards authenticity-not allowing anything to stand in it’s way

Power and bullying are often confused

The bully steals, manipulates and lies to achieve it’s outcomes. It always requires a second party to take from, to attain what they desire.

A bully suffers from the fear of lack. When they see someone who has abundance, it triggers that fear of lack from within them.

It triggers a response that desires to take from another what they feel they lack.

The fear of lack triggers many dark responses from within us.

Procrastination, addiction, jealousy, envy, spite, revenge, manipulation, competition.

Any of these responses within us will lead to theft.

True power, requires no other source to satisfy itself

Power attached to authenticity easily pushes away the bully

The authentic self, harnesses it’s own resources from within.

It understands what it can do

It understands and joyfully accepts responsibility for it’s own actions

It runs towards success with joy

Cheering itself on and celebrating every win on it’s own without the need for any external affirmation

It celebrates and encourages others as they succeed because it is full and satisfied with it’s own success

Empowerment friends, is knowing that the self is enough.

The Scent of Victory

Come to me with sweet requests that mask blatant demands

Come to me with chocolate covered lies that leave a sickly bitter after taste

Come to me with offers of affection and companionship that are actually the shooting of a gun marking the beginning of a race and a myriad of silent stealthy competitions

Come to me with offers of abundance and prosperity but actually hand me lack, starvation and poverty

Come to me cloaked in purity and good intent that covers maliciousness, envy and hate

Come to me with all lies and deception as you desire


Nothing that lies hidden shall ever stay hid


Come if you dare.

Come to the Victor who lays everything bare.


I am a heart that lives outside of it’s own ribs

Easy to squeeze and soft to touch

Thumping continuously

Loudly for all to hear

Easy to prick and to bleed

I wonder who would want to….

There is a constant stream from those who do

And yet…thump thump thump it goes

People stare at it as if it is strange

But I cherish it and it’s strangeness

You can see the capillaries and the veins and watch it as it beats

I love this

And the ability to live exposed and uncaged

Hiding nothing

Beating without any blocks or embolisms

To live unguarded



Passionately and unfiltered

Screaming away from all expectations

Throwing them off because other peoples shame, is not my own

My passions are mine

There is no apology required from me for loving and feeling and expressing

I am not sorry for any passions I have….for that is my essence.

That is me.


I carry your words with me forever

Locked into my heart

Seared into it

As I saw you open the lid of yours

For the first time

……the last time

I could not help myself but inhale the essence of it deeply, ravenously

It is a scent I will never forget

It is a light so soft and gentle and true

If I could bathe in it

I would bathe in it forever

Bare skinned

Naked so I could feel it everywhere on me

I am greedy for it

Insatiable and thirsty for it

But I thank my stars and all of the heavenly hosts

That they allowed me to see it even once

To hear it’s perfection and to have my own heart attempt to escape it’s cage to join it forever

I will hold that moment as a treasure

The one thing that filled me to overflowing like none has ever done before

Say the word, and I will give you the key to unlock the cages that hold mine.

The Arrival

I am standing to attention

When the bugle called me to the marching grounds

I ran as fast as I could

As the Captain stands and blows the whistle

Men, this is not a drill

rat tatta tat tat tat

The assembly move in unison ducking and looking to the sky

To Armes men to Armes!” Screams the Captain

The enemy had arrived

Even the papers hadn’t predicted

As revenge from a bullying nation strikes hard upon the peaceful abundant nation for standing it’s ground against them.

The bullies escalate as a challenge with intent to force compliance

There is no way to avoid a Tsunami of enemies when they declare war upon you.

Judgement arrives whether we incite it or not

As nations are pulled apart

and innocent people are caught upon it’s deathly wave