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July 2006

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Power, Seduction, and Manipulation

Words like “Power”, “Seduction”, and “Manipulation” are words that have always seemed to carry some stigmatic aura about them. “Power” for instance, is something I’ve come to see is highly prized by all, and yet somehow right along side this incredible desire to attain “Power” of any kind is the ideal that seeking “Power” is generally frowned upon, as a act of selfishness and overall greed. “Seduction” is again a highly prized art of ability that is once again put at odds with the ideals we have all been raised with. For a someone to display any talent in the art of “Seduction” is frowned upon as a-moral and dare I say, evil in some schools of thought. Finally we have “Manipulation” another highly admired ability, whether it involves the deft manipulation of raw materials to create a work of art, or manipulating your given language with such mastery as to paint pictures in another person’s mind. Once more manipulation is given the bad rap because so many people have been taught that manipulation is a completely self-serving act.

Wake-up people!!! Haven’t any of you realized we are all driven by self-serving needs and desires, from the very moment we drew our first breath? We are all “Power-Seekers” on some level or another. We seek the power to at least feel as though we are in control of our own lives and the lives of those that affect us. Think about the people you’ve known in your life. How many of you can actually say that you’ve never met a single powerful person that inspired you? I know for a fact I have. One problem I see in the pursuit of power is that often the seeker becomes so enthralled that their appetite for “Power” becomes insatiable, giving rise to what I like to call “Rogue” power seekers that would stop at nothing to gain more and more power. It is ever so important to strike a balance in all things, including the attainment of “Power”.

Well, now we can take a deeper look at “Seduction”. How many of you have ever been seduced or seduced another person? I’ll wager that all of you have done at least one or the other, and that a great many have done both. I have lived in a predominantly Christian Fundamentalist region of the country all of my life. Needless to say “Seduction” is for the most part considered to be a sinful act, and those that practice “Seduction” openly are often social outcasts. I have also come to see that the more taboo that is placed on something, the more attractive it seems. Think about how curious you become when faced with a locked door. Something inside just aches to find a way to open that door, no matter if there is anything behind it or not. Truthfully, though “Seduction” is not evil or wrong in itself. The evil, so to speak, is born through intent. When wielded in a fashion that is aimed at harming another in order to accomplish a goal the seducer is the source of the “evil”, not the act itself.

Lastly, there is “Manipulation”. This seems in my opinion to be a derivative of “Seduction”. Have you ever noticed how often we all manipulate things in our daily lives? For goodness sake, I manipulate my way to work everyday on the freeway. Upon referring to the Webster’s Dictionary I see that part of the definition with regards to self-service is rather negative.

b : to control or play upon by artful, unfair, or insidious means especially to one’s own advantage

This makes it very apparent to me why, so many people frown on these words. We are taught that serving ones own needs is somehow “insidious” or “unfair”. How can that be? If we do not serve our own needs and desires, who else will? If none of us ever had desires or needs we’d never get past the life state of being an infant. You might not remember, but when you took your first steps you were displaying the desire to become more mobile. When you cried because you were hungry, you where displaying the need for something like food for instance. What were you doing? That’s right manipulating the attending adult is such a way that they provided the very thing you needed. Do you think that was “unfair” or “insidious”? I mean it really was meant to attain something for your own advantage. So why on earth do these perceptions with regard to these inherent abilities become undesirable when practiced by adults? Most likely because there have been so many examples of those that abuse these abilities to the detriment of others. Again, we MUST achieve a balance in all things, self service does not have to harm anyone.


This man has the right idea: “The 48 Laws of Power”

Jul 29, 2006
Get your Cyborg Name

The Cyborg Name Decoder


Jul 27, 2006
Wake up to "Reality"

Ever have that feeling you’ve done all of this before? Not just one part of it, but every last minute of it. How many times have you felt completely and utterly bored to death with the auto-motions that fill your day? Feeling as if there is this immense prison all around you called “reality”. Ha, “reality”…that always cracks me up. I mean let’s get serious here. Reality is subjective. Let twenty different people observe the same event, how many versions do you think you will hear? I would wager that each one will be unique, to say the least, in one way or another. Some will seem so far removed from the actual happenings as to be like a description of something entirely different.

So, just what is “reality”? Well, I think it is a cosmic variable to say the very least. Some thing about this variable that I find really cool is that we can, should we choose too, take it and shape it as me would have it be. Really, no kidding!!! If I think that food you put on my plate is going to taste like glorified dung, most likely my perception will be torqued enough to make the flavor very unappealing to me. Like-wise if I have it set in my mind that this food is going to be an absolute sublime sensory experience, I’ll wager I will at least enjoy the meal. Of course there are exceptions to every rule, but I am sure most of you can see the truth of this.

One major problem I see with this perceptive manipulation of reality is our inherent soft spot. No, I don’t mean the one at the top of your skull. This soft, white, underbelly is the place where we all become most vulnerable. It’s the spot where you allow another’s perceptions to shape your own. Don’t get me wrong, sharing thoughts, ideas, information, and feelings is what stimulates growth and change in everyone.

I just find it deplorable that so many people out there, simply can’t look at the world with their own eyes. Always dependent on the perceptions of others. What really bothers me about this are the great many people out there that end up following along behind someone whose perceptions are so dark and twisted that they are a malignancy in society as a whole. Not just different, which I personally have no problem with. But existing in such a manner as to become cancerous and harmful to such a point as to threaten any chance of future healthy existence. When I see these individuals following along behind one of these vortexes of perceptual doom I want to jump up and down, flailing my arms about wildly and screaming, “Hey, you!!! WAKE UP!!!”

Of course this doesn’t go over well in large crowds of highly delusional people, nor is there an abundance of social tolerance within the less overt masses of zombified humans. With this being the case, here is my plea, “You are already holding your reality in your hand, don’t give it over to someone else that most likely will shape it as it suits them, only to cast it away when they no longer have use of it.”


Jul 18, 2006
Skin Dancing

Moving over with slow steady intent.
Reaching deep into the river of fire.

Gently urging the flow of fiery might.
Shimmering waters within the soul.

The current crests and dances along.
Remembering a melody long forgotten.

Leaps up to join the guiding force.
Sharing itself in a warm embrace.

Spiraling upward through the stars.
Paced by the heartbeat of the universe.

A sheer force of nature flying free.
Bathing the cosmos in a divine light.

Realizing I am a part of everything.
What’s more, everything is a part of me.

MLW 7/10/06

Jul 18, 2006

What a blind and stupid fool am I?
Again, inviting pain into my heart.

Convinced, this time was different.
Ignoring the warnings of my fears.

Only I, myself can bear the blame.
Wanting to feel real love once again.

Now torn and shattered on the floor.
Eyes burning with salty, stinging tears.

All my light flickers and grows cold.
The darkness slowly engulfs my soul.

As the pain becomes familiar once more,
A calmness sweeps through my core.

Even my beloved music has flown.
Leaving a wake of terrible silence.

I snuggle deeply into my dark night,
Closing my eyes against the light.


MLW 6/26/06

Jul 18, 2006
On Her Shore

Waves sweeping up and over,
bathing the soul in liquid light.

Washing the weary spirit clean,
removing the soils that are unseen.

Her whispers, blessed words of love,
brush the cheek, softly as a sigh.

Her caresses, compassionate and divine,
drying away the tears, sorrow left behind.

Great Goddess of Life, embraces mine,
welcoming Her wayward child home.

MLW 6/22/06

Jul 18, 2006
Kindred Spirits

Kindred spirit, peering through the windows of my soul,
Like the gentle caress of the summer breeze on my skin.

Ripples of liquid fire through every fiber of my being,
awaken all I am, drawing my gaze inexorably unto you.

A fluttering stirs in my breast, as I hold my breath.
Can it be? Is it really you? Is this just another dream?

The timber of your thoughts flood through my mind,
Chasing away the shadows, questions, and fears.

A sigh escapes my lips and a single tear falls free,
Sweet blissful rapture sweeps outward in every direction.

MLW 6/9/06

Jul 18, 2006
The Fall

Bitter anguish fills her soul,
a silent witness to the fall.

Unable to remain without,
she too falls from on high.

Opening her mortal eyes,
her fall fades into a dream.

Only the smallest inkling,
tugs at her heart and soul.

Looking to the sky she wonders.
“How will I ever find him again?”

Year upon year passed away,
her hopes slowly began to fade.

Thinking perhaps her mortal
sight has blinded her from his light.

As the last shreds of hope,
had begun to fall away.

Her soul felt the warmth,
of her most beloved light.

Falling into his loving arms,
she is no longer afraid.

My lover, my only other,
for you I gladly took the fall.

My heaven could never be,
could I not share it with thee.

MLW 6/9/06

Jul 18, 2006
Closer

Drawing closer, sensing the warmth of his skin.
His scent surrounds me and I breath in deeply.

Closing my eyes, I listen for the thrumming sound.
The rhythm of his heart beating within his breast.

Feels as though I am melting into his radiant glow.
Not loosing myself but becoming something more.

The cadence of his breaths harmonize with the flow.
I offer him a drink from the endless sea of my soul.

Come slake your thirst, drink deeply, take all you need.
Feel the joyful bliss your pleasure creates in me.

MLW 6/7/06

Jul 18, 2006

Tiny timid fearful voice hiding in my mind.
Only heard when I am still and listen carefully.

Reminds me of the little girl I used to be.
Sweet and soothing her words ring true to me.

“Everything will be okay, this trying time will pass.
Keep the light inside your heart burning.

Only its warmth keeps the bitter cold at bay.
If you let it shine brightly everything will change.

What now seems a trial will surely shrink and fade.
Bringing back the mirth in which I once played.”

Silently reflecting on the wisdom of her words.
I dive into the fire that burns deep within my soul.

I command the light to reach out far and wide.
Find no limits, reach no bounds, make no hesitation.

A shimmer, then a pulse as my spirit flies free.
Bathing everything in its warm glowing sheen.

I feel her dancing, laughing, and singing.
The little girl no longer hides inside of me.

MLW 5/28/06

Jul 18, 2006
The Goddess

Watch as the Goddess dances and sings.
Arms open wide as if they were wings.

See the light of a thousand suns there in her eyes.
A wealth of infinite possibilities yet to realize.

Twinkling laughter tickles the dark night.
Infusing the void with glowing Goddess light.

Mellifluous currents sweep through eternity.
Endlessly shaping a radiantly joyous reality.

MLW 5/20/06

Jul 18, 2006
Lord of my Slumber

Sweet Lord of slumber wraps his arms about me,
whispering soft secrets only meant for the soul.

Slowly drifting through that which remains unseen,
the fetters of mortality falling away piece by piece.

Subtle vibrations sweep over dim awareness,
beckoning unto the dreamer longing to be dreamed.

Come hither unto this place from which all life springs,
drink deeply kindred spirit slake your burning thirst.

Spread open your wings and dance upon the stars,
as the universe serenades your maiden flight.

Hear the sweet sound of the dreamer that dreams,
creating all you are in the reflections of him dreams.

MLW 5/17/06

In honor of my most beloved soul mate. Much of what I am becoming
was awakened by you. I celebrate every minute I share with you.

Jul 18, 2006

Lift my head from the pillow,
prepare to conquer a new day.

Moving through the motions,
as though a actress in a play.

Thoughts always miles away.
What was my next line anyway?

Perhaps it is time to take a bow,
turning towards an open door.

The life of my dreams awaits,
far from here in another life.

The place where all I am,
can finally be set free.

MLW 5/6/06

Jul 18, 2006

Looking upon your countenance I did see,
a most radiant light all around thee.

Catching my breath and releasing a sigh,
at the wondrous beauty inside.

Shining from within, makes you beautiful and bold.
A vision I was truly honored to behold.

Each glance I steal enhances my sight,
filling my soul until it takes flight.

Soaring upon fledgling wings,
a new-born Goddess sings.

Spilling forth all she carries inside,
so long imprisoned and denied.

MLW 3/1/06

Jul 18, 2006
Light

Soaring, rolling, tumbling,
in perfect harmonic motion.
Dancing on your fingertips,
then flowing through the air.
Grace and fluid energy,
plying seductive power over me.
My senses swoon as I feel,
the blissful kiss of infinity.
Ah, what majik to behold,
this gift of precious light.

MLW 2/26/06

Jul 18, 2006
Your Eyes

Your eyes pierce my soul.
They draw me, inexerably unto thee.
As if I were wrapped closely,
in your loving embrace.
This must be how it feels
to fall unafraid from the sky.
I long to fall on my knees,
begging you to never look away.
To hold me in your gaze forever,
and to never let me go.
Knowing all the while,
that you are bound to leave.
I bite back the anguish
beginning to flood inside.
Trembling and glowing
from what has passed between us.
I will relive this moment
many thousands of times.
As I patiently await until
your eyes return unto me.

MLW 2/24/06

Namaste…………my Divine Lover and Light.

Jul 18, 2006

Stood upon my mother earth,
filled with joyous mirth.

Watched the sun, light a new day.
Another chance to love and play.

Laughter bubbled up and out,
raised my head and released a shout.

Spinning round about with glee.
What a wonderful day to be “Me!”

MLW 2/24/06

Jul 18, 2006

The melody soothes me,
surrounding my soul.
Brightens the connections we hold.

Full of light and knowledge,
remembering where I’ve been.

A Goddess become human.
Just how did it all begin?

This path I have chosen,
is exactly as it should be.

My journey comes full circle.
A single tear falls free.

Sad for all that has passed away.
Yet, filled with expecant joy.

What new love tomorrow may bring,
breathing new fire into my soul.

MLW 2/24/06

Jul 18, 2006
Unremembered

Unremembered is the dream
from which I must awake.

Frail and weak am I,
in this sleeping state.

The divine light inside,
pulses, reborn from the night.

Casting off the shadows,
becoming part of the flow.

Coursing through the void,
sharing the breath of life.

Beckoning to all the others,
that live in the unremembered dream.

MLW 2/21/06

Jul 18, 2006
All I perceive

Times it seems I’m floating about on the surface.
Often to be tossed about by life’s many tempests.

Gripping tightly in an effort to anchor my soul,
torn and battered by heart rending fear.

My fingers seem to have slipped losing purchase,
some part of me yearns to simply let go.

My spirit shrieks grasping for some stronger hold,
loath to abandon the sanctuary of the self.

Though now, I feel completely submerged,
slowly traversing the currents of the sea.

Everything silent and perfectly sublime,
somehow suspended from the normal flow.

The circles within my mind begin to unwind,
suddenly things hidden become crystal clear.

And though I feel not impending doom,
fear still resides in the center of my heart.

Closing my eyes drifting through dreams,
to uncover the meaning of all I perceive.

MLW 5/2/06

Jul 17, 2006
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