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Poetic lick :)
Tinkertot Lurv - Shaun Delage
I look at you in my mind’s eye and see your being.
I know you’re somewhat lost,
yet have it all together.
I know I love you.
But you’re out there.
Perhaps not even on earth.
Which is a choice I am facing.
I see you.
I see me.
I don’t see anything else.
Perhaps I am greedy.
Perhaps I need you.
Or perhaps we need each other.
Because why go through life without your mate?
I know if the choice comes I will evolve.
That is all I have ever done.
Evolved with the best intentions.
To not even hurt those that would gladly blood let me in open forum.
I see the suffering and I know he will be there.
He will amaze me.
He will make me cry with his stories.
I see so much of myself in the world.
But I belong to ME according to universal,
notwithstanding legal based society.
There is no earthbound government or being that can sway, trap, imprison, or kill me.
If it does happen.
I may fade away.
Or I may become a part of every living being on earth.
So it is in their best interests to sustain my being.
Because they are scared.
And it will happen.
But I am going to be here for a very long time.
- Shaun Delage
DVC - Shaun Delage
Perfection in forehead and brow.
Piercing eyes.
Nose with a small bead on end.
Softened lips reddish/pink.
Bright white teeth peering out,
ever so coy.
Heightened yet masculine cheekbones.
Bit of hair above the lips.
Boyish yet manly face.
Smaller ears.
Darkened hair.
Blue, yet changes colour weekly.
Fake piercings, candy bracelets.
Broad shoulders.
Hazed-tanned skin.
Huge arms, long too.
Small but defined Pecs.
Perfect guyish nipples.
Contour of chest.
Abs cast in marble-like oceanic, could slide or glide off into celestial.
Smaller belly button.
Extremely toned waist.
Thin yet bulky.
Instituting a body that is built to please.
Hair above a manly rod-cut, yet perfect.
Long and thin.
Perfectly ordained to give a lasting pleasure.
Root chakra skin so tempting.
Back cheeks so round, muscles–inviting and tempting-bits of hair.
Long legs with bigger thighs.
To fuel a long run in the woods.
Smaller feet-definitely do not reflect the manly equipment.
Toenails perfect.
Lip curled up, top lip bigger than bottom.
Piercing eyes. Softened tone-with deadly eyes.
I run my hand across his forehead and know how close I came to death.
- Shaun Delage
Body stalk - Shaun Delage
Character composition of a brotherly bodybuilder.
One arm as big as both of mine.
This beauty must need loads and loads of protein.
I imagine his hairy yet waxed body in certain places.
Lust.
But pure intrigue.
Singled out as a higher self.
I would ride him.
Show him who is boss.
I would at once, put on his huge giant clothes.
Pretend to be his higher self and walk with pride.
Casually tripping over my own massive feet.
I could afford anything to buy him.
I could say I love him, and he knows it I could wear his outfits and get sweaty and hard.
I would run in his boxer briefs.
To feel where he is most comfortable.
Slide on his socks .
Lick them before they grace my feet.
Taste the mans core.
A place so worked,
yet none would admire.
I would explore pieces of my fringe alter ego.
Definitely dress him up like a ken doll.
Hold his hand until dripping or leaking sweat.
Knowing nobody would dare say a word about us, to a man his size.
A sensitivity in his very seductive glance.
Tender, loving touch, traces pyramids in my wrist.
A knowledge of hey bud, I love you.
Thank you. I know.
- Shaun Delage
STEALTH poweR - Shaun Delage
Secretive powerful entities entrap my energy.
The master trickster.
Being that is sold.
That is traded
one self.
That is odd yet very complex.
Figurative natural sound.
A poetic prose.
A state of being...
colour wheel, rainbow love.
Life entwined,
places unheard of.
A state of wonder
-but placement into an alter of corrupted thought
-a stealth by nature.
A virtual western suicide bomber
-not fashioned in weaponry
-or chemicals but
energy.
A process of thought
deceived at every turn.
A great mind loving the inherited.
Knowledge.
The wisdom that cannot be bought or traded or sold.
Or even stolen.
You must be invited to express yourself
and your beautiful singular mind.
Thoughts of everything as digital repatriation.
Would single one out for targeted sense.
A knowing unheard of.
First of its kind artistically speaking.
An incarnate of many that cannot articulate nor comprehend.
The magnanimity of the situation at play.
- Shaun Delage
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I look at you in my mind’s eye and see your being.
I know you’re somewhat lost,
yet have it all together.
I know I love you.
But you’re out there.
Perhaps not even on earth.
Which is a choice I am facing.
I see you.
I see me.
I don’t see anything else.
Perhaps I am greedy.
Perhaps I need you.
Or perhaps we need each other.
Because why go through life without your mate?
I know if the choice comes I will evolve.
That is all I have ever done.
Evolved with the best intentions.
To not even hurt those that would gladly blood let me in open forum.
I see the suffering and I know he will be there.
He will amaze me.
He will make me cry with his stories.
I see so much of myself in the world.
But I belong to ME according to universal,
notwithstanding legal based society.
There is no earthbound government or being that can sway, trap, imprison, or kill me.
If it does happen.
I may fade away.
Or I may become a part of every living being on earth.
So it is in their best interests to sustain my being.
Because they are scared.
And it will happen.
But I am going to be here for a very long time.
- Shaun Delage
DVC - Shaun Delage
Perfection in forehead and brow.
Piercing eyes.
Nose with a small bead on end.
Softened lips reddish/pink.
Bright white teeth peering out,
ever so coy.
Heightened yet masculine cheekbones.
Bit of hair above the lips.
Boyish yet manly face.
Smaller ears.
Darkened hair.
Blue, yet changes colour weekly.
Fake piercings, candy bracelets.
Broad shoulders.
Hazed-tanned skin.
Huge arms, long too.
Small but defined Pecs.
Perfect guyish nipples.
Contour of chest.
Abs cast in marble-like oceanic, could slide or glide off into celestial.
Smaller belly button.
Extremely toned waist.
Thin yet bulky.
Instituting a body that is built to please.
Hair above a manly rod-cut, yet perfect.
Long and thin.
Perfectly ordained to give a lasting pleasure.
Root chakra skin so tempting.
Back cheeks so round, muscles–inviting and tempting-bits of hair.
Long legs with bigger thighs.
To fuel a long run in the woods.
Smaller feet-definitely do not reflect the manly equipment.
Toenails perfect.
Lip curled up, top lip bigger than bottom.
Piercing eyes. Softened tone-with deadly eyes.
I run my hand across his forehead and know how close I came to death.
- Shaun Delage
Body stalk - Shaun Delage
Character composition of a brotherly bodybuilder.
One arm as big as both of mine.
This beauty must need loads and loads of protein.
I imagine his hairy yet waxed body in certain places.
Lust.
But pure intrigue.
Singled out as a higher self.
I would ride him.
Show him who is boss.
I would at once, put on his huge giant clothes.
Pretend to be his higher self and walk with pride.
Casually tripping over my own massive feet.
I could afford anything to buy him.
I could say I love him, and he knows it I could wear his outfits and get sweaty and hard.
I would run in his boxer briefs.
To feel where he is most comfortable.
Slide on his socks .
Lick them before they grace my feet.
Taste the mans core.
A place so worked,
yet none would admire.
I would explore pieces of my fringe alter ego.
Definitely dress him up like a ken doll.
Hold his hand until dripping or leaking sweat.
Knowing nobody would dare say a word about us, to a man his size.
A sensitivity in his very seductive glance.
Tender, loving touch, traces pyramids in my wrist.
A knowledge of hey bud, I love you.
Thank you. I know.
- Shaun Delage
STEALTH poweR - Shaun Delage
Secretive powerful entities entrap my energy.
The master trickster.
Being that is sold.
That is traded
one self.
That is odd yet very complex.
Figurative natural sound.
A poetic prose.
A state of being...
colour wheel, rainbow love.
Life entwined,
places unheard of.
A state of wonder
-but placement into an alter of corrupted thought
-a stealth by nature.
A virtual western suicide bomber
-not fashioned in weaponry
-or chemicals but
energy.
A process of thought
deceived at every turn.
A great mind loving the inherited.
Knowledge.
The wisdom that cannot be bought or traded or sold.
Or even stolen.
You must be invited to express yourself
and your beautiful singular mind.
Thoughts of everything as digital repatriation.
Would single one out for targeted sense.
A knowing unheard of.
First of its kind artistically speaking.
An incarnate of many that cannot articulate nor comprehend.
The magnanimity of the situation at play.
- Shaun Delage
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The Matrix. This vast system of control and suffering is literally everywhere, isn’t it? Even hidden in plain sight, as they say. It’s on the tip of our collective tongue and the forefront of our mind. We live, breathe and experience it 24/7. It’s so pervasive that it seems utterly inescapable and destined to destroy us… or will it?
Let’s play the game and see…
It is our consciousness, our sentience, that gives birth to the backdrop of what we mistakenly perceive as existing outside of us; the dreamland where the Game of Good vs Evil is played. Designed by our Creator in order for IT, through the creation of us, to more fully understand itself while continuing on the never ending journey of experiencing, learning and evolving.
The rules and laws of physics regarding this holographic, outside dreamworld, as we currently understand them, were meant to be broken. And to do that, we must address what insulates and covers the dreamworld in order to see the players and the playing field clearly. That insulation and cover is The Matrix.
…So, just what is it, exactly?
The Matrix is the scripted delusion we think is reality. It utilizes the temporary construct of the ego to entice us with all things related to the five senses and forces us live in servitude and fear, seemingly cut off and separate from one another and our Creator. It scares, seduces and feeds the ego and in turn the ego will do anything to perpetuate it’s existence. It (the ego) identifies itself with the cravings and attachments to all things physical and creates Karma. Karma is the tool used by the ego to keep us locked into the game and coming back for more, endlessly repeating the cycle of birth and death.
Yet, we all know this and agree to forget who and what we are in order for this experience to seem REAL. There is no other way.
So who put the overlay, The Matrix, on top of this beautiful dreamland? Other players in the game. This is a multi-dimensional game played by many entities, not just humans. We, like every other sentient creature are energy beings and get to incarnate into different physical vehicles to experience and play in The Matrix.
But something is happening. We are Waking Up to the game and comprehending our reality for what it really is; a temporary theater of experience where we utilize our free will in order to experience, learn and evolve and change the Game within The Matrix. And it really is just a game. A great one at that but just a game nonetheless. Complete with the good guys and bad, obstacles to overcome, knowledge to be gained and experiences to be had. Ultimately, we become masters of this dreamworld and move on to the next theater of experience.
Science has proven that energy exists in both a particle and wave form, simultaneously. The particle form is the non-permanent or physical manifestation, the temporary illusion. The wave form is the eternal, pure potential and non-illusion. And energy, whether particle or wave, can never be lost or gained. It can only change form.
And why is this important? Because knowledge is the key that unlocks all doors including the ones that lead to the defeat and exit of the Matrix.
The Keys:
Know that we are the wave experiencing the particle aspect as a human as part of the temporary physical illusion; what we really are is immortal and limitLESS.
Know that the rules of The Matrix were meant to be broken and manipulated by freeing your mind and heart from beliefs, attachments and constraints. When accomplished, the construct of the Matrix reveals itself instantly for what it is; a control system facilitated through false belief systems.
Know that fear and loss is a trick, a temporary illusion fed by the ego.
Permanent death and loss is a cosmic joke. An absolute impossibility.
Live YOUR life in joy and compassion. If we all do this, the world will reflect joy and compassion back to us. There is no other possibility.
Appreciate every moment for what it really is..a celebration of existence itself. A moment of pure CREATION for us to create our own world.
When we go inside ourselves and touch the Absolute Truth that All Is One and live our lives that way, we beat and exit The Matrix…for good.
Now, let’s play.
Namaste,
RJ Spina
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PaNTy FeRReT
I have experimented with various options for the blog this
past few weeks and have done a good deed in making it look more streamlined and
readable and I wanted to post my facebook photos but it just wasn’t feasible so
I will stick to the originality of this virtual ministry and post only my
discourses and the occasional video from youtube
I have had quite a good month this past month, just been
trying to keep my schedule normal and normal to me is waking at dinner time and
going to bed at breakfast time and it is what keeps me the most sane and the
most productive and reflective
Safe to say at this point I am like 90% of a virtuosity lol
The past week I have been setting up my stores again in
Second life and week before that was getting the ebook up on amazon so it has
been a busy time
I have had some time to read news and such online, and I see
a lot of blogs suffer blogger burnout and this is unfortunate, it should be a
creative output as well but most bloggers are looking to make money or whatever
and I have shifted my focus on this blog away from pop culture and into the
vices of a Buddhist ministry and no subject is too scorching for a Buddhist. This is why my ministry is not just another blog, it is elevated way beyond that. A new way of faith, of believing.
I like to call myself spiritual but not in a Christian sense
and this is like a ton of blogs online that will regurgitate info from the
bible and not listen to any current adaptation. I like to operate within the
confines of a Buddhist virtual raver ministry and not many like me around so it
offers a unique perspective on events.
I get pretty mad when people diss religion because I am religious in a sense that I personally have offered a solution to religion, if you don't like what you hear from big churches or beliefs damn it, do the work and create your own. and stop bitching about how all religions are evil and how athiest you are.
I get pretty mad when people diss religion because I am religious in a sense that I personally have offered a solution to religion, if you don't like what you hear from big churches or beliefs damn it, do the work and create your own. and stop bitching about how all religions are evil and how athiest you are.
I have thought long and hard about how to approach this
subject but it must be written because it falls under the realm of a techno
church, this past week Michael Alig was released from prison after about 20
some odd years in the slammer for a brutal murder. He rose to fame in the early
90’s as a representation of young ravers, the scene was skyrocketing and the
xtacy was blasting people off to space. He was in an infamous magazine called
project X and was simply known as the NYC clubkids whom were being paid
appearance fees just for being present at events. Long story short, he is gay
and was a hot twink and he used his striking looks to forward the rave culture
and techno music in a show of post modern performance art.
This was when the rave scene was quite something. And then
he got into a catfight with a dealer and another raver in the pits of despair-k
hole, heroin hole, b hole. They were arguing over a drug debt and the dealer
pushed Michael into some glass and seeing the horror about to ensue the other
raver hit the dealer over the head with a hammer and killed him. In the pits of
a drug induced paranoia and frenzied sketchiness they put the body in the bath
tub where it sat for a week rotting.
After some time they decided to saw off the legs and haul
the body to the river where it was dumped and found many weeks later. There is
a movie about all of this, it is called partymonster.
So after he was busted the police offered him a plea deal of
like this many years in exchange to testify against the former club owner of
Alig’s crazy parties. And here he is, out and free, I think it is brutal to
have something like this weighing on your consciousness, even more brutal is 20
years in jail amidst gangs, rapes, and fights. It is just a travesty all around
if you think about it and the poor guy that got murdered but I have met people
like him in the rave scene.There is A LOT of darkness in a scene that ultimately preaches unity and love.
I can say I am happy and proud that this did not happen to
me, in fact it could have happened to any raver – anything can happen after you
have been up for 3 days snorting lines.
It got to the point where I was taking trains up to whistler
and hearing voices and scratching my arms in the hot tub with thousands of
scratches or realizing all of a sudden that you have been kissing a pig nosed
girl for the past hour when you are gay.
I seriously think the rave scene has messed with a lot of
people, Satanism ran rampant through the 90’s in underground drug dens and
warehouses and people are just starting to recover
Help and assist as much as possible and do not judge, it
could have happened to you just as easily, help others recover in such a
traumatic place to live. You may find at the end, the faculty, the gods, the buddhas, the court or whatever that decides where you go next will allow Michael Alig a pass into evolution because he has done his work and lived out a complexity of the universal and you or somebody you know will have to come back around again a thousand times.
Ascension is reserved for the highest evolved beingz :)
Ascension is reserved for the highest evolved beingz :)
-Shaun A. Delage
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It is the cult of self that is killing the United States.
This cult has within it the classic traits of psychopaths: superficial charm, grandiosity and self-importance; a need for constant stimulation; a penchant for lying, deception and manipulation; and the incapacity for remorse or guilt.
This is also the ethic promoted by corporations. It is the ethic of unfettered capitalism. It is the misguided belief that personal style and personal advancement, mistaken for individualism, are the same as democratic equality. It is the nationwide celebration of image over substance, of illusion over truth. And it is why investment bankers blink in confusion when questioned about the morality of the billions in profits they made by selling worthless toxic assets to investors.
We have a right, in the cult of the self, to get whatever we desire. We can do anything, even belittle and destroy those around us, including our friends, to make money, to be happy and to become famous. Once fame and wealth are achieved, they become their own justification, their own morality. How one gets there is irrelevant.
-Chris Hedges
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Lovely. Just lovely. Legendary party fixture and thereminist (?) Armen Ra elegantly strums the air, as one does when playing the theremin – the only musical instrument that is played without physical contact. Explains Wikipedia: “The instrument’s controlling section usually consists of two metal antennas which sense the relative position of the thereminist’s hands and control oscillators for frequency with one hand, and amplitude (volume) with the other.” The result is a delicate and otherworldly sound, wholly suited to Schubert’s sweetly yearning masterpiece.
Lovely. Just lovely. Legendary party fixture and thereminist (?) Armen Ra elegantly strums the air, as one does when playing the theremin – the only musical instrument that is played without physical contact. Explains Wikipedia: “The instrument’s controlling section usually consists of two metal antennas which sense the relative position of the thereminist’s hands and control oscillators for frequency with one hand, and amplitude (volume) with the other.” The result is a delicate and otherworldly sound, wholly suited to Schubert’s sweetly yearning masterpiece.
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