Discombobulated: Discombobulate kind of sounds like you feel when you're disoriented: bouncing around in several directions at once. Definition :To throw into a state of confusion. In last few weeks , I haven't know up from down, left from right,what's real, what's not. Discombobulated ~Hardcore. Trying to work a way through that shit is well ,at the very least :Intense! In a way it's very cathartic as you question everything you are to the core. It can be seen as shadow work or Dark night of the soul. When you become still, it's a melancholy deep in your heart, your being. Infinite sadness. You feel like a listless soul on the ship of fools. It's a waiting game. You know there is a change coming, you can feel it and yet at the same time resist it. There is always a catalyst to this journey : it may start slow and burning and then bang Mofo it's in your fucking face screaming pay attention. Or it comes out left of centre and your world changes instantly. Either way,it's a hell of a ride. One we all ride on at certain points as we weave our way, leaving footprints and heart prints as we journey forward. Change is constant, it's all around us: Mother nature and the seasons are the perfect teacher. Death/rebirth. Old/new Holding on/ letting go Transitioning through the cycles, being gentle. Honouring the change and blessing it As I write this, The smashing Pumpkins are playing loud in my headphones. I honestly can't tell you how much their music has soothed me in times of change. Billy Corgan is a master wordsmith and a well known prick. Today I declare he is my spirit guide /animal and I give thanks for his genius. "As far as you take me, that's where I believe The realm of soft delusions, floating on the leaves On a distant shoreline, she waves her arms to me As all the thought police, are closing in for sleep The dilly dally, of my bright lit stay The steam of my misfortunes Has given me the power to be afraid And in my mind I'm everyone And in my mind Without a care in this whole world Without a care in this life It's what you take that makes it right Porcelina of the oceans blue In the slipstream, of thoughtless thoughts The light of all that's good, the light of all that's true To the fringes gladly, I walk unadorned With gods and their creations With filth and disease Porcelina, she waits for me there With seashell hissing lullabyes And whispers fathomed deep inside my own Hidden thoughts and alibis My secret thoughts come alive Without a care in this whole world Without a care in this life It's what you take that makes it right And in my mind I'm everyone In my mind I'm everyone of you You make it right It's all alright You make it right Porcelina of the oceans blue" Words : Billy Corgan ~ The Smashing Pumpkins - Porcelina of the Vast Oceans Walking through the fire and letting it burn all, that no longer serves Rock on Rainbowalker
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