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She Filled my Ears with So Much Yes

She danced into my life dream
This sweet home coming queen
Liquid love flowing from inside
She massaged my heart soon after I arrived
Through her eyes shines her beautiful soul
Bold and fearless she goes with the flow
I always complicate matters
With my drawn-out chatter
Patient with my nervous headiness
She smiles with warm readiness
I want her to know how much I care
Unlike most guys, I open up and share
I try so hard to do my best
To artfully design contracts of consent
She filled my ears with so much yes
And we made a masterpiece of love in my bed
She made me sing like never before
I’m not ashamed to be loud anymore
Pleasure enhanced by the wild songs
Of lovers in ecstasy, getting it on
In our merged energy fields
Pure bliss is all that is real
I embrace her with every cell
And savor her every smell
Why do men roll away and turn cold
When their Goddess is emitting riches like gold
Nothing in the material world can compare
To the spiritual wealth together we now share

Permaculture Goddess Temples Poem

As I wtantra-punk-kaliorried about whether catastrophic Earth changes be near
Through visions she showed me how I can dissolve my fears
By building Permaculture goddess temples to last thousands of years
Some may be shaken to rubble, some burned, and some submerged
But not all would be lost if they were globally dispersed
Malta still stands, 7000 years strong
Proof of a civilization where women and men got along
Worshipping the Earth Mother Goddess, you can’t go wrong
Reverence for the sacred feminine divine
Carved out of stone to last for all time
Though gardens no longer remain
It’s never too late for the legacy to be reclaimed
Now we know how to design and build
Edible landscapes filled with perennial guilds
Co-operation not competition makes ecosystems last
Partnership not domination, how our ancestors lived in the past
In Vietnam a 300 year old food forest still thrives
In Morocco a 2000 year old one is the oldest known to be alive
Permaculture before it had a name
Ever-lasting gardens still remain
Hydrating, fertilizing, and re-seeding themselves
Humans just gave them a little initial help
A final protest to the warrior cult
May be our planting of trees around monuments of Earth and stone
Silbury Hill mound, Mother Earth’s Breast, built over 400 years with antlers and bone
In months we could establish seven layer systems and plan out the zones
And with thousands of techo-pagans, the permies wouldn’t be alone
Trance dancing to mix the cob
Guided by Tantrikas’ drums and songs
Evoking Shakti to empower the crews
170 beats per minute keep us all in a groove
Entrained by the rhythm, the workflow is smooth
What it once took generations to achieve
With the last drops of oil we could drive Earth surgeon machines
Swales, dams, ponds, and mounds
Wrap around the contours on the ground
Like the curves on the 1000s of goddess figurines that archeologists have found
Goddess food forests to be seen from space
Crop circles of bananas, spirals of herbs, dome trellised grapes
Hugelkultur keyhole beds to unlock the shackles of witches burned
In these temples the lessons of her-story will be re-learned
Modern medicine women like Julie James
Restoring traditions that were cast into flames
Fortified by thorned berry bushes and bamboo stakes
Motes of chinampas and aquacultured lakes
Marauders fought off with sharpened sugar canes
Edible weapons like cayenne pepper mace
Peace is not the absence of war
It’s the balance of masculine and feminine energy at a society’s core
Earth’s affliction is a testosterone addiction
Man’s dominion a perverted fiction
Women, animals, and nature suppressed by 5,000 years of the Blade
With a return to the Chalice our souls may have a chance to be saved
Once patriarchy is buried in a composting grave
We no longer think seven generations ahead
Modernity expects the future to be dead
Mollison warned our cosmic neighbors will scorn
If we lay waste to Earth, our galactic welcome will not be warm
Those of us who choose to stay home
While the male ego goes boldly goes where it doesn’t belong
Will discover old life and old civilizations
That held Gaia above all
If there is to be a great collapse
The next Dark Ages need not be so drab
The goddess altar candles will illuminate sacred texts
That teach of old ways suppressed by religious sects
Eco-feminist anthropologists to thank
For exposing false assumptions of cave men’s clubbing and rape
Myth of savagery a lie, our ancestors did not deny
The power of the female to give and nurture life
For 99% of human time, we lived hand in hand, not hand on throat
Women in prehistory were not enslaved as we’ve been told
Before agriculture, cities, churches, and states
The cross-cultural paradigm of goddess worship was in place
Where it was kept safe it progressed into civilization with grace
The human creative urge cannot be reversed
But it’s focus can be reworked
Rather than building phallic missiles and bombs
The male can be heroic for his devotion at home
Tools no longer wielded to cut and control
But to heal, liberate, sew and grow
It’s not that we men are bad
Just our education that is so sad
Taught to fear and hate
The wombs that create
Envious of her power
He toppled her glorious towers
Few still stand, but enough have survived
We have but to with Permaculture revive
The sacred spaces of old
And begin to value fertility above gold
Precious soil and seed stock exchanged
Yields returned for true wealth and fame
Megalithic living heroine statues standing tall
Paths not streets, groves not walls
In Permaculture goddess temples to replace the shopping malls
Guide Stone commandments built to preach across time
But edible art would be a more compelling gift to leave behind
No paternalistic laws and rules, just living temples depicting the feminine divine
What is the feminine divine you ask?
She’s what’s surging behind your social mask
Tantrikas Rhoda Jordan and Reena Desai
Can gently guide you to your knees and breathe open your 3rd eye
When you surrender to shamanic beats
Boundries will dissolve that limit how you think
You decide how much to let in
Gaia will fill you up and radiant out through your skin
She’ll whisper to your inner ear
Or sing loudly if you let go of your fear
Men afraid of losing control
Who’d rather die then find another man beautiful
Can bathe in the warm bliss of her love
And drop the act of being macho and tough
The masculine divine has a place and time
Equal in fact when properly refined
If you dare to percieve the feminine divine
You’ll see her spanning more dimensions than stars in the sky
For a 3d glimpse, see the art of Amanda Sage
She’s downloaded her visions into physical space
With permies, architects, and enginneers
Her futuristic permaculture goddess temple realms, could soon be built right here
Thanks to Ninesense for permission to use his track “Sage” for the background music:
https://soundcloud.com/ninesense/sage

The Interdimensional Ecology of Hyperspace

some beings perceive and treat us the way western society perceives and treats livestock

some beings conduct painful experiments on us the way vivisectors do to lab animals

some of them are intrigued by us, welcome us as lost travelers, and act as guides into other realms

many of them love us and want to share our bodies and experience ecstasy with and through us

but to all of them, we must surrender and let go of the shadow self

a mind full of negative thoughts and emotions is like blood in shark infested waters

a mind full of love is a like a seeping maple tree in a forest full of deer

the mystery of enlightenment, solved by becoming lighter

strip away the the toxic residue, the thought viruses, the ego, the

resentment, the hatred, the guilt, the shame, the fear

and be nursed like a baby

in the luminous ethereal omnipresent arms

of the eternal/infinite feminine divine

Oh My Goddess

oh my goddess
oh my god
oh my goddess
oh my god

oh my god/dess
you’re beautiful
i love you
i thank you

We must resacrilize
body temples as divine
Patriarchy has denied
Shamed and brutalized

Chakras are aligned
Connecting earth and sky
Holy serpents rise
worship them with pride

Sit on my lap
Legs around your back
Look into my eyes
Breathing synchronized

Cycle up the spine
The energy inside
Open the third eye
DMT will flood your mind

If you want to see the light
You must last all night
Pray between my thighs
Meditate while I’m inside

If Tyler Durden was Feminist Woman

What if tyler durden was a feminist woman?

Instead of space monkeys would she train an army of ocean mermaids?

Would they dance and massage instead of fight?

Would they be guerilla gardeners instead of sabotuers?

Would the project mayhem envelopes contain seed packets?

Would they all be loved and cherished as beautiful and unique snowflakes?

if their fathers left them, would they get revenge against patriarchy by building goddess temples where men could be trained to worship the feminine divine?

If tyler was a woman would she say to her hallucenating subalterego self “i want you to caress me as softly as you can” instead of “i want you to hit me as hard as you can”?

If tyler was a woman, would she have created sacred space for marla to cry on her shoulder?

Would they have been able to attend all the support groups together, especially testicular cancer since technically they both would be without balls?

If tyler was a woman, would she embrace her sacred masculine aspect in a creative instead of destructive manner?

Instead of picking fights with strangers, would she assign her army to pick flowers to give them?

Come on brad lets see you in drag

You can be just as mad

but drop the macho act

More testosterone is not the answer

healing starts with surrendering into compassion

fighting for justice is an act of love

so have some ovaries and woman up to grace

Your rage need not be displaced

integrate the god/goddess within and cosmic bliss will wash away all sin

With rhytmic waves of medicine

pouring from the union of both masculine and feminine.