Identifying as a Victim

Apr30

Identifying as a Victim

It doesn't make sense to me anymore to decide that I am or was a 'victim' of someone or something that happened to me. The person who does bad stuff to you doesn't make you a victim. Only thoughts do. From there we decide if we are going to allow those thoughts to convince us that it is now our Identity. Our ego is always looking for some or other story to add to our importance, to make us more interesting to ourselves at ANY cost. Realise the power you originally had in that choice belief, and recognise that you can JUST as easily take your power back! You can just as easily see yourself totally differently. (more...)

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Mar26

2013 Sock Dreams Spring Theme!

Happy Spring! As promised its HERE! :D
Clickety Click!

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Mar1

The New Sock Dreams Shamrock Theme

I had a lot of fun reskinning the Sock Dreams website for St Paddy's Day coming up soon! It went live today. Check it!

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Feb19

Sock Dreams 2013 Winter Theme

The new Winter theme I designed for Sock Dreams has been live the past couple of weeks and is only up for another fortnight. Check it art!

There's a new St Paddy's theme coming in next and its gorgeous ;)

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Jan20

Insanity is a head full of conclusions

I don't understand anything. I don't understand this computer screen or that flower. Or the how my hair grows right down to the atomic level, and beyond that, or why it grows. I don't even know my own hand, or understand my own thoughts. I really don't have a clue about anything at all. Even though I think I know things, I don't know the meaning of anything. All my understandings are assumptions. Everything that has meaning to me, I have given meaning. Those same things could be completely neutral or have opposite meanings to other people. Everything I have feelings about, I MADE those feelings. It is all made up. I am creating everything, and at the same time I don't understand any of it. In a sense, realising this means that I am free. Some of my thoughts may be powerful, but regardless, they are all meaningless. So what does any of it matter? I can just smile and think, "oh, there those thoughts go again, thinking they're so important." Nope. Just meaningless.

Only Love is meaningful. Everything outside of Love is just fantasy. Amusements. Filler.

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Jan19

Fast Foreword

Last night I was standing outside in the dark waiting for a bus, and I watched the cars go by, with their futuristic glowing lights flashing by. For the first time I realised, wow - we are climbing inside of these badass machines like its totally normal and going around the place. We climb into robots and drive around in them like giant future suits. Finally a huge robot steamed and snorted to a stop in front of me and I climbed into its belly to ride home. Suddenly I noticed that everything was robots -- the traffic lights, and the vending machines... We all own lots of robot servants and we don't even realise it. I was woken up by a robot this morning and told the weather outside and how many hours of deep sleep I had and that I had 211 email messages. A few thousand had been neatly sorted into a spam folder while I slept. Then I had a robot prepare hot water for me while I didn't give it a moments notice and went to the bathroom... came back and opened another one to retrieve chilled food, then came upstairs to flip open my laptop and explore another universe through its shiny screen portal. We live in a robot world we created. We might even be robots too and not even know it.

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Jan16

May all beings be happy, may all beings be free

Well, its been over two weeks since I got back from the 10 Day Vipassana meditation. A few people have asked me what it was like, what I discovered, and it seems pointless to try to describe it. The experience is entirely different for every person who goes, much like sleeping in the same bed as your partner and having totally different dreams. Each time you go, no matter how many times you've done it, it will be different. New things will be brought to the surface. In fact change, and accepting change, really understanding it, is the main teaching that I finally GOT. And boy did it change me. (more...)

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Nov18

Resistance is futile; I will be assimilated.

It has been a long long time, I cant even remember how long its been, since I felt connected to the Sacred Masculine energy. I miss that feeling, that direct connection to Source so much. That blissful, warm belonging and perfect balance. It's so elusive. When I found it in Nicaragua I wasn't looking for it, and now that I'm looking for it I can't find it. Anywhere. I know I'm missing something obvious because deep down I know that I'm connected to it ALL THE TIME, so why aren't I FEELING it? Perhaps I'm not living close enough to Source, perhaps I'm keeping myself too busy and partying too hard out of fear of feeling the emptiness from being detached from Source; but that's whats detaching me from Source! I don't know what's going on with me but a lot of stuff is reshuffling and it's sort of uncomfortable and odd and I've had a number of pretty out there experiences lately which have me onto the idea that none of this is real except what we are experiencing, and I'm now fully onto the idea that I'm literally creating my reality every millisecond through what I BELIEVE. We are Creator and we get to choose all the time. Reality is as much a dream as dreams are real to me nowadays. There is barely a veil inbetween the two anymore. (more...)

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Nov6

OSHO on the institute of marriage and raising children

OSHO presents some very challenging ideas in this interview that I have been thinking over for years and years now, before I knew about him. Each time I reach the conclusions that he presents (which is reoccuring with annoying frequency) that these ideas are correct, and then my social conditioning convinces me to be careful. That in giving up the usual aspirations I will be giving up a dream of some kind... but this dream doesn't exist, does it? (more...)

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Jul10

My little home

This is a little peek into my world up in the attic at night. I'm in Portland. It's a lovely home. And that is Lionel Marley Greatheart. He was hand knitted by a very special Kenyan woman. Lionel is not only full-blooded African, he is also very much real and alive. The more time we spend together the more powerful he becomes. When he's sleeping (which is so rare) I can't communicate with him at all. During those moments you could almost be fooled into believing he's just a knitted toy.

Some day if you are lucky you may get to meet him. You will know immediately if he likes you or not. And whether or not you are ready to be communicated with by a stuffed knitted animal is besides the point -- you will know he peered right into you. When he does, you see into yourself. And if he's feeling really social, I'll bring him to your dinner party.

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