Words, My Drug of Choice — A linked list


“Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind.”
― Rudyard Kipling


Desolation, abandonment, hope, dreams, longing, wants, desires, sexual, mating, mate, elongate,
drama, ritual, ceremony, magick, invoke, evoke, revoke, artichoke
give in, let out, give out, surrender, death, deity, pray, prey, piety,
ribbon, string, sing, chorus, chant, enchant, will, do, write, art,
all, meaning, connotation, denotation, notation, dictation,
meditation, orchestration, listen, love, learn, teach, preach,
sway, obey, cliche, words, drugs, hugs, heart, start, finish, flame,
burn, return, detour, spiral, in, out, about, windershins, underside,
left hand, path, call out, call back, share, alone, disown, phone,
time, none, quantum, quark, fork, consume, resume, grow.


A bit of solo word association. A drug trip for those who use words to see what might spill out. It’s an interesting form of meditation that helps when I don’t know what to write or it feels like my brain is overfull and there is no way of communicating what lies inside.
Blessings, G


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NehelleniaNehellenia by G A Rosenberg


The Soul's RevisionThe Soul’s Revision by G A Rosenberg


Detaching From Success


“If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;”
— Rudyard Kipling “If”


I keep falling into the same trap. I get so caught up in wanting to do something right or optimally that I either freeze up and find myself putting things off or I set myself up to fail. This can pertain to anything from working on the tarot book to my interactions with my family. It seems that success comes easiest when it doesn’t matter whether I succeed or not. If I can detach from needing to succeed, then I give myself room to accomplish a lot more. Both personally and professionally.
Blessings, G


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Conceptual Skyline taking FormForming the Conceptual Skyline by G A Rosenberg


The Centre of the JewelContemplating the Centre by G A Rosenberg

Facing the Unforgiving Moment…


“Time and I have quarrelled. All hours are midnight now. I had a clock and a watch, but I destroyed them both. I could not bear the way they mocked me.”
― Susanna Clarke


Time, the illusory teacher. Something that we use to make sense and order out of chaos. I feel so aware of its passage and how it keeps speeding up as I seem to be slowing down. I can’t argue the fact so I don’t feel mocked as such yet part of me still like Rudyard Kipling seeks to “fill the unforgiving minute with sixty seconds worth of distance run” yet my focus seems widespread at the best of times so in any given sixty seconds i am likely to be doing about 20 seconds of three different things. Yet quite honestly I prefer it that way. As much as I enjoy progress, I love skipping from task to task subject to subject like a stone. I still believe the focus will come as understanding deepens. Only time will tell 🙂
Blessings, G


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Woman of Unique Vision Confronted by Faces of TimeWoman of Unique Vision Confronted by the Faces of Time by G A Rosenberg


Sapphire and FlameSapphire and Flame by G A Rosenberg

A New Eye and an Old Favourite


If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build’em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

  –Rudyard Kipling

I really thought I could do this. Put in a poem without commenting. After all, I find this to be one of the most motivational poems of all time. Then rereading this, it occurred to me that its pretty masculine in tone. Don’t women have these qualities as well if not more than men. Still Mr. Kipling was a product of his time and I can’t think of many who would read this and  only think it applied to those of us who had the XY chromosome. Still its better to be mindful of these thing than not. It is the unconscious isms that become the most dangerous.
Blessings, G

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Eye-re by G A Rosenberg