Past midnight drive to Duncan's

 

G max five for six/banning the Beaumonts/emotion jammed Nevadaism

 My grandmother once gave me a tip:

In difficult times, move forward in small steps.

Do what you have to do, but little by little.

Don’t think about the future

or what may happen tomorrow.

Wash the dishes.

Remove the dust.

Write a letter.

Make a soup.

You see?

Advance step by step.

Take a step and stop.

Rest a little.

Praise yourself.

Take another step.

And then another.

You won’t notice, but your steps will grow more and more.

And the time will come when you can think about the future without crying.

Author: Elena Mikhalkova

Photo Artist: Whang-Od

Patrick Dougher

At this point it's all heroes and cowards going forward.

 

About that tip toe totalitarianism..

 

Closing the shutters and cutting the threads day II/no to the alc-ys

 

Closing the shutters and disconnecting the threads. Slow quiet Christmas morning.

 

Where to write now ? First day of the new world order

 "I gather all of my energy back to me."

Friend season

 Gemini Full Moon & Venus Retrograde

There will be no doubt we have all been feeling magnified cosmic energies as we have been nearing closer to this Gemini Full Moon in Gemini and Venus readying for Retrograde.

This is most certainly one of those ‘you can run but you can’t hide’ energy shifts. No one will escape this weekend unchanged or unscathed by this powerful energetic storm, even if only on an internal level.

For the majority, the changes will be deeply subconscious, and will likely have been rippling for some time. This energy will be altering our perspectives and force us to start following our instincts and emotions so that we step outside our comfort zone and dramatically transform our lives.

Gemini, ruled by Mercury, brings with it hectic energies, causing our mind to feel like it’s racing through every emotion we hold and all possible scenarios. The main focus is going to be on our closest relationships where we will be overanalysing and overthinking and any misalignment, discord or disarray will be illuminated.

Make no mistake, with Gemini’s fast changing emotional energy, one minute hot and the next cold, this cosmic chaos we are experiencing will be highlighting everything that goes on around us. Fortunately this Moon will help us to decipher between what is logical and what it fantasy in our lives and will not be allowing any of us to remain blindsided to the truth of what our hearts and souls want and don’t want. Irrational fear can easily take hold, keeping us stuck in energy where we think we are safe but are actually internally troubled. One thing is certain, the ending of cycles will be at the forefront of all of our minds, as Gemini does not tolerate superficial or unhealthy connections.

For the past few days and into next week people’s true intentions and characters will be revealed - and there is no unseeing or shying away from it, even if we try to tuck these revelations into a hidden corner in our minds. We will be confronted with once-hidden truths over and over until we no longer see only what we choose to see. Because Gemini is a curious and inquisitive character that desires communication we may find we are pulled toward conversations that we may find emotionally uncomfortable.

Adding Venus Retrograde to the mix, we are about to go through one of the biggest relationship-awakenings we have possibly ever had and over the next few months and the awakening that Gemini has given us will allow us to know what we have to do to finally walk away or commit to stay. Venus, the planet of love and loyalty, will not support disloyal or toxic dynamics in any way. Old and repressed emotions will likely resurface so that we see how challenging and dysfunctional relationships have negatively impacted our emotional and even physical health. It will be highly valuable to pay attention to everything that is unearthed over these next few days so that we have the clarity needed to make radical change.

Chiron Retrograde has just come to an end, so we may find that some of our oldest and deepest wounds have finally got the attention and healing they fully deserved. We might even have noticed a final purge over the past few days, where we have dug deep into our past and relived some old and painful experiences so we could give ourselves comfort, compassion and final closure. Chiron’s energy is less about finding the need for outside validation, apologies and forgiveness and far more about coming to a place of peace and love on our own.

Venus is all about finding and valuing healthy, reciprocated energy, and during the retrograde we will notice how we are pushed toward major transformation within our relationships, so that by the end of the retrograde, on January 29 2022, we are clear about what we want and who we want to be with. We might also notice that old love interests and people who we haven’t received closure from are returning, and we may choose not to engage with the energy however often this can be deeply healing for all involved. During this retrograde we will be seeing things from new angles and may find that issues we hadn’t previously been able to get clear perspective on are now easily resolved.

It is so vital to remember that the Universe has a divine order of events - everything happens exactly at the time it is meant to happen and not a second sooner. The best we can do right now is heighten our awareness, pay attention to the signs the Universe is delivering and start putting the correct pieces together to build the life we truly want, desire and deserve.

Overall, Gemini and Venus are here to ripple through our souls to alert us that we have been trapped in a void for far too long and it helps us sever attachments to whatever or whoever is no longer resonating. It is about to unapologetically show us what’s for us and what isn’t, where we are unfulfilled in life and to let us know that while we are busy playing around with all the wrong energies- the right energies cannot come through. Basically, now is the time to stop blocking our blessings.

Have patience, use this time for introspection and reflection and start to make concrete plans for the future, and then have faith and allow the Universe to let it all divinely unfold. We will intuitively know when the time is right to take action, and the cosmos will be guiding us every step of the way.

This is the last Full Moon of the year and it will bring about realisations and epiphanies that help us process all that we have gone through this past year so that we break through toxic patterns and behaviours that have held us back. This is the perfect time to learn the lessons that 2021 has shown us so that we don’t carry the weight of this past year into the next one.

Let all the heavy energies go and if possible take some time out to connect on an emotionally deep and intellectual level with those who feel good to the soul.

Alex Myles

Tecla/really sarah?

 

Empowered. Grateful. Present. Liberated. Abundant

 

Poundland primark conjunction

 “She sat at the back and they said she was shy.

She led from the front and they hated her pride.

They asked her advice and then questioned her guidance.

They branded her loud, then were shocked by her silence.

When she shared no ambition they said it was sad.

So she told them her dreams and they said she was mad.

They told her they'd listen, then covered their ears,

And gave her a hug while they laughed at her fears,

And she listened to all of it thinking she should,

Be the girl they told her to be best as she could.

But one day she asked what was best for herself,

Instead of trying to please everyone else,

So she walked to the forest and stood with the trees,

She heard the wind whisper and dance with the leaves.

She spoke to the willow, the elm and the pine,

And she told them what she'd been told time after time.

She told them she felt she was never enough,

She was either too little or far far too much,

Too loud or too quiet, too fierce or too weak,

Too wise or too foolish, too bold or too meek,

Then she found a small clearing surrounded by firs,

And she stopped...and she heard what the trees said to her.

And she sat there for hours not wanting to leave.

For the forest said nothing, it just let her breathe.”

Credits...

The author of the poem is Becky Helmsley.

The artist for the photo creation is Yulia Ostinova.

No Wayne and post party Shungite to the other side

 The choice: sacrifice the spiritual/eternal things of value - like dignity, honour, freedom, humanity, self sovereignty, and integrity; for the impermanent, temporary and meaningless ( job, money, holidays, mortgages, concerts, festivals, retained status etc). No wonder for many it feels like passing through the eye of the needle. This is the beauty/pain of ego death- letting go and surrendering to something greater. You pass through this gate with absolutely nothing more than the values that you hold inside. MB

Lisa's wranglings

 

Vagina Museum

5g3 DecSe1mtcmber sato r1el2:33c2  · 

We remain forever obsessed with this image of a woman terrifying the devil himself with her vulva but did you know there's context? And the context is weirder than the picture itself...

It's an 1896 illustration by Charles Eisen of the poem "The Devil of Pope Fig Island" by Jean de la Fontaine, a 17th century French fabulist. In the story, the devil has turned up on this island, and he's going around terrorising the villagers, as devils do. You know, cuckolding husbands, nicking people's crops, generally making life crappy. One day he decides to screw with a farmer called Phil, and demands the guy gives him half of his crops. The farmer decides to trick the devil by giving him what he asked for, literally - the half that's basically leaves rather than the actual veg. The devil is annoyed and embarrassed by this and resolves to punish the farmer. The farmer is obviously quite frightened by this, and goes crying to his wife. His wife is like "babe, chill, I've got this, I have more power in my little finger than that jerk". (we paraphrase - she actually says "My little finger, if I like can show / More malice than his head and body know.")

When the devil turns up, the farmer goes and hides in a vat of holy water because he's scared and has made the very good decision to just let his wife handle the whole thing. The wife (her name is Perretta) turns on the tears and cries to the devil about how her husband is a very strong and scary man who beats her. She's like "he is SO scary, look at this wound he gave me".

And she lifts up her skirts and shows the devil her vulva.

The devil has never seen a vulva before (presumably when he was off cuckolding he was doing it in the dark or with his eyes closed or something). He is HORRIFIED by this enormous wound this poor lady has. And he's like "holy crap, I screwed with the wrong guy, this man is scary af" So he goes away, and leaves that village alone, and then everybody claps and Perretta is a hero.

You can read the entire poem here: https://allpoetry.com/The-Devil-Of-Pope-Fig-Island

If you like this image even more now you have context, you can buy it on bookmarks, greeting cards and more in our gift shop! You can get 10% off everything in our shop until 14th December using the code MERRYCLITMAS https://vaginamuseumshop.co.uk/

Let it be what it is: Joseph ressurection

 Your feelings are not my responsibility.

Joseph'e heart was heavy, it splntered on a single thread, one that drew him all the way down past all the  places of his suffering to a death he had always been. This morning he moved slowly as the whiskey warmed, frost on his breath the half full cup in his hand; drawing his breath, already the dog had fled, through the leaves that billowed and collapsed in the early first  hard winds.Outside  Cold chilly autumn Fightng witht he brittle of the day and , a thin stream of fading light which tried to hoist itself sluggishly over the boundaries of the garden, as it seeped, sadly across the lawn. The gardn like him had fallen nothing grew there anymore. it all decayed from within, firm in it' s own collapse it ha dgiven up, and simply refused to grow any more, like the sad closter of her peonies, that already sat half withered in bunches half way between death and light. He drew on the mixture, the hot, warmth, that both, soothed and numbed, if he was lucky he would be able to do soemthing, soemhting that would shoo the whispers away, Joseph's sad aharvest, Joseph's lost life. The garden sat accusing, the places where he kept to the path, barrow, and heart in hand, as he navigated the near memories of the past, the places where the summer had fallen,  and now lay seeped and sodden, half moldering into the ground, ready to rot all the way down past faded life the place, where the dog no sniffed, turning over the delcacies that autumn, would bring to almost death, even the dog knew, he watched it out of the window as it first stopped and scented, before disappearing again. Straying in to the dense undergrowth he watched t as it moved the off course, away from the tracks. They had warned him of course with hoarse whispers and sad begruding looks . But he had come with care and love, but that had been at the height of warm summer. So now he stayed within the cold of the hosue, and the smiless mornings that gave way to nothing but an empty bed too cold at night. Confines, mildewing  as the seasons changed, and wnter came like death. to, he was going under, drawing back to the half ground and he knew he wouldn't make it, he knew that, he was to be a man of soil and roots man again, a man where pain fled, and dreams, buried themselves in with winter. Avoiding the place of his memories, yes the dog knew, as he watched it now fettling at a thing that he couldn't quite see, yes the dog knew it, and though he ha dcome in love, and care out of sight toying with the dark earth, the dog knew all the things it must never love,  broken things  like futile battles always gfought back. with a viper at it's heels. MB

Dayum! Australia ( Jordan Barrett)

 

Legacies of Joseph

 Her heart was gone, it crashed in  on waves that tore themselves apart. The store of things, drowned out by other influences. She looked at the jar again. The white body  lying  in a hundred pieces. The last fade of work where she had been. Dismembered. She could not move,- reality struck and spun as her mind flashed and fell inside. The hours, the effort, the will. Everything  splintered in that fractured body, that now impossible seep upon the floor. The whole where she had been, Her best and truest effort,  She tried to gather, to move soemthing, anything, to meet the moment of her fears, but everything clung tiredly. She was rigid,  the floor held the pieces, and she was impaled upon the loss, already weary from the fight the despair and the effort that it would take to make it rise  again.  MB.