Magical Lies: Reflecting on the Tough Questions—an NLP Belief Exercise

Below are my personal reflections on a series of questions given to me in a course I’m taking to increase my competency in the field of Neurolinguistic Programming. I had a fantastic time answering these. Feel free to answer them for yourself! You might be surprised what you discover about your style of thinking and…

Princess of Cups

I recall being surrounded by darkness. Amidst the darkness I sensed the presence of something behind it, or perhaps within the darkness itself. I perceived my surroundings like one might see a dark liquid sublimating into a clear cold glass of water—only this was happening in reverse. I began to experience the liquid darkness pulling…

Raw

Sometimes you just feel like painting how you feel. Digital art by Nikoletta Winters February 25th, 2018. Larger view HERE.

Behind Invisible Weapons

Close your eyes. And repeat after me… Belief is strange. It has a magical quality that can completely transform reality if you buy into it. It’s so strange that if we’re told something enough times we might grow to adopt it as “Truth.” Even if that “Truth” is actually an invisible weapon disguised to hurt…

A Martian on Mars

There’s something to be said about feeling “foreign.” I will always be a foreigner. It’s part of the experience of human existence to feel like a stranger in a strange land. I’m a Martian wherever I go. Even on Mars.

Highways of the Higher Self

I have had cars come and go in my life, and there’s one in particular that will always “be the one” for me. My dad and I flew down to Atlanta when I was thirteen to pick up a car in northern Florida. When I first laid eyes upon this beauty of a car I knew that I would never look at another car the same way again.

Poisonous Please

Sweet snowy rain I hear you rumble– Breathe upon me Until the moon has failed And shattered every heaven Out of itself, out of herSelf Until the moon has failed And the fires of Her bleeding stop. Covered fully, still covered An eyeless wingless winged angel weeps No process, devouring every clock. I tear away…

The Wyrding Way

“He who knows (the Dao) does not (care to) speak (about it); he who is (ever ready to) speak about it does not know it. He (who knows it) will keep his mouth shut.” -Lao Tzu There’s something to be said about what brings people to the point of joining the Temple of Set. Self-improvement,…

Remember When

Reanimate cognition And bring yourSelf into new fire Return to suffer Without limbs! Without fever! Climb out onto the dusty rings of Saturn And reanimate cognition Frozen… Without limbs! Without fever! There I heard the secret words: “NOSTOS!” She whispered. “ALGOS!” He cried. Were the good times then? If only I had known while I…

Advance Agent of Pestilence

I once discerned that Xeper Was far from what it is I started digging trenches When my dirt came pouring in Lady Liar, she lives in mirrors When in fact No pain can die It was raining hard one evening in Bisbee When ‘ole Beezlebub came on by… All of my life, My head’s a…

The Fifth Eclipse 

In all directions, I see mountains. And beyond those mountains exist the Great Darkness. Nothingness. Abstraction. Time moving forward, dragging its rusted body across the dimensions in a spiral. Every minute inevitibility comes more and more into focus. What does it mean to End? I gorge on the Never, bringing into being a renewal of…