Poetic Lick

Scruffalog - Shaun Delage


Beauty to me.
Beauty to you.
A self of many.
Yet led totally raver astray.
Seduced by colour so fictional.
In place.
Seems rather trivial to me.
Wonder of a thought out of place.
Vibe out of self.
A video game.
Crazy and perverse realities.
Playing out in hyper duality.
Springing into action.
Per second.
No spectrum.
Only shaded illusion of the colour wheel.
Buy me, buy this,
I will sell a soul of my senseless self.
Much like a homeless guy on a street corner
collecting coins with peoples fingerprints on them.
For various intelligence agencies.
I don’t understand my very nature of being
Why sell out so early,
Systematic corruptive stare.
Amusement for beings trapped in infinite market wisdom.
Singles out a being as being intolerant.
My soul is far more beautiful and precious then ever thought possible.
I would never give into gradual dismay.
Or loss of singular reflective self.
To be part of elusive illusion.
Always super imposing scattered delusion.
Just be us for every part of life.
You still get you.
But you also get me.
What is there not to love.
I think I’ll stick with me only.
Thanks so much.
You keep you.
I keep me.
I stay I.
Ours is no more but never ending thought form of fringe reflective bliss.
Natural being-solid matter.

- Shaun Delage

kow - Shaun Delage

The cow of a woman was my wife,
And after some real lumberjack women love-in.
I had a fear that there would be no worry, nor doubt.
The cow was really myself, after ten years of not wanting to face my past.
However I felt in this skin, skin, skin.

- Shaun Delage

stella Bella - Shaun Delage

Almost four weeks old.
Beautiful,
sleeping.
Never stares.
Just looks a few times.
Meets your sight.
More-so the registration of an auric field is enough.
Sleeping calmly in my arms.
Tiny hands grasp onto my index finger.
Other hand,
My pinky.
Long darkened auburn hair shields a soft spot.
Flows around the ears.
Keeps tiny head warm.
Small breaths.
Waking every half hour or so to stretch.
Let out a cry or mumble of a cry.
Trying to cry.
Nothing to cry about,
I guess.
Sleeping in my left arm,
I prop it up on the leather sofa.
I fear of dropping the baby or perhaps its neck is too much to one side.
Perhaps she is saying in some manner that...
I’m doing ok!
If I had an angry or unforgiving energy my belief.
Is she couldn’t stand to be in my arms.
She would cry at once.
Eyes open slightly to meet yours.
Too tired to really notice.
Incredible deep eyes.
Sort of a future being looking at you.
Perhaps a princess from another galaxy.
Feeling of calmness and a soul.
Shuts them to wander off to dream of colours, shapes, fuzzy animals.
Rabbit yellow jumper.
Almost matching yellow layabout pillow.
Mostly etheric energy.
Of course a nice sensation of being carefully watched by an unknown power animal.
Is funny indeed, nothing really earthen, more of a fantasy creature.
Children dream that they exist.
The belief that they do.
Fourteen year old coon-cat fuzzy wants to meet her.
What a sight!
The things to take pleasure in seeing on this earth.
Sitting in a meadow with an eight week old babe,
a fuzzy cooncat,
surrounded by yellow and purple petals.
Greenish spring fresh cut grass.
Some fresh water on hand.
Baby food, some snacks for the adults.
Baby milk, baby case, toys, extra jumper.
She looks off but needs you for years.
Sensitive paternal and maternal instinct shines brightly and beautifully.
Baby bed with five blankets covering her tiny soul.
Sensitivity abound with the natural philosophy of soul incarnation.
A viewpoint that would remind one that we are never forgotten.
That new lives are coming into focus.
That will guide and protect us when we can’t do it for ourselves.

- Shaun Delage


Boiled egg - Shaun Delage

Battling the inner divinity.
Intrigued by certain philosophy.
Either ignoring my prince to be.
Or submitting to his kiss.
The trauma of being in love.
The enlightenment in choosing nothing at all.
Wanting to be his art piece.
Wanting to be choosing neither.
A pet or a broadcast being.
Where is the enlightenment not being able to choose anything.
How should I ignore those I love to being salvation.
Being a personal guru to many.
Wanting to find a nirvana state of mind.
Is there such a nirvana in not doing anything.
Or shall I find the choice of making it all on my own Huddling by a tree.
Not wanting to be a part of much, but the development of my bloody egg like flesh in my head
Perceptive skills of the future.
What good is the skillset if I cannot help others.
Choosing the recluse.
Wonderment of the ages.
Renouncil of technology.
Of the being I adore most.
Of the flesh I care to taste daily.
Of the eyes I wish to stare into for ages.
Of the person I want to call my lover.
If he believes in me I shall give him my time in belief.
I want to be his intensity.
I want to serve his needs.
I want to kiss his ear.
I want to bathe him.
I want to run my tongue down his arm.
But I wonder if the path of the enlightened ones, is simply another ism.
Meant to lead us away from the path.
I know my purpose.
My purpose is him.
My purpose is to be inspired by him.
His love, his radiating energy and his beautiful soul.
I simply cannot wait.
Until he appears.
If he doesn’t.
I will gladly choose the path.
Of the enlightened ones
- Shaun Delage

Saucy - Shaun Delage

Scent of a man,
licking his pits,
unknowing to himself...
worked all day.
Scent of a tigerthat
has just feasted...
bloody cat snout,
Although it’s natural.
Illustrious nature of those that govern.
Infusion of beliefs into our culture by Intravenous drip.
A placement above the rest.
A desire to create abundance.
Amusement of those that are the ultimate key holders.
A poet in one of hundreds of styles.
But not in alien language.
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My own selfless figure eight.
That awakes and takes shape.
Every day, I sit like a virtual inmate.
Most just say, pour some sauce on life it
is easier to digest.
The force of being held quite close.
The stare of those that have nothing on the inside but everything on the outside.
The hurt of those that have nothing on the outside but much to give inside.
One story to tell amongst millions.
One order shouted quietly in your ear to make some toast with butter on it.
To follow for a short time,
then forget.
Be my exclusive club.
Just let me suck on your flesh.
Oh done.
Were done.
Goodbye

- Shaun Delage


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Squirrel Pamper

I took a bit of time to read through this ministry and look back on several years ago and I have to say that my writing style and my eloquence has developed.

It is tough in this world to find your place when your whole brain chemistry is totally fried from multitudes of rave drugs. I feel in some ways that the rave scene really wronged me in a sense, but mirroring the real world being a part of rave culture brings its own plethora of decisions and choices.

I think the world is filled with thousands of people that were irreparably harmed by the rave scene of the 1990’s and the elixirs the chemists cooked up for us. But the other end of the spectrum is that it allowed people that were marginalized and pretty effin weird to come together in a community and dance the night away.

I find quite some comfort in techno still to this day and the parties have not stopped since I started raving but being separated from the rave scene since 2002 you tend to wonder what they are like.

Most people grow out of them, most people get a corporate job and move on, worrying about their kids or mortgage and have no time to party anymore.

I would go to bigger parties in Vancouver and like people were having a seizure every hour at those raves, Vietnamese gang shootings high on coke etc

But the Victoria rave scene was more intimate and everyone knew each other. It was a huge challenge in my life to go from living within a rave community to being outcast on my own will and going from hundreds of friends to living a life of isolation.

Honestly I truly have no regrets however I would have lived my life differently had I had the choice too

I would have respected people more, but that is a choice that is not given to you when you have serious chemical combinations in your mind. It turned into a very dangerous scene in the last year, with drug dealing, people that looked like skeletons, meth and coke parties at dealers houses, and me almost going off on a round the world yacht trip with an insane coke head transvestite lol

It’s like almost to quantify it all seems a pretty big task, I think my friends currently just say “you have had a lot happen to you” lol

I wish so much for my life to have been different, different choices etc

In some way I would have liked a more normal existence not such an indigo upbringing, but my own personal story is one of adversity and compassion, only simply that I could live through such trauma and not inflict it on others is a godsend.

In a way this virtual ministry completes my needs for ego gratification, but it also helps shape who I am artistically and professionally. When I go to the bank and explain that I am a reverend, I can do it with pride because I have worked very hard and very diligently to explain all sorts of spectrums from this reality.

In a way the party has continued every night for me, with endless techno streams out there and the beat keeps going on, and techno does heal and forgive.

This blog or virtual ministry still provides a rave in a site for those that want random trippiness.

I don’t want peoples pity or scorn, I just want my writing to be able to help others on their path.

Compassion

Solitude

Tekno

Forgiveness

PeaCe

Love

Unity

Respect

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TuCK DuCK

To anybody that has a mortgage, or credit card debt or student loan you feel helpless, you have no control but to send your money to the powers that be so that you can live another day without harassment from creditors

I have just recently become debt free and it is a blessing but not many can come into my situation it literally takes an act of god to be able to solve some peoples issues with money.

I think this is how they get most of us on board with the system is they just hand you that credit increase when it’s most opportune but they don’t tell you what the end result interest will be –if they did nobody would accept it haha

Well things are pretty fruitful on my end of the globe but I live in a very very insane world, people that only in a minor sense keep up with current events can see the race riots and ebola stuff going out of hand and I have to say the only things keeping me sane are my relative solitude, meditation, stability and love from my family.

Also I strongly believe at least two hours of tekno keeps the evil away and then imagine this, going straight into silence helps immensely in meditation

My book is tinkering along I am coming up with more sound ideas to market it in the coming months, and marketing it in the virtual world of second life where it was inspired has led me nowhere however I believe some of the skills of the virtual world have led me to have some transferrable skills that I use in real life including shaping the ego

Many will notice I have placed my manifesto back on the site, I did this for personal reasons, I believe it is who I am and has shaped who I have come to be, while I am not a person that believes in crime, or drug use anymore for example I believe strongly that some of the obscure events in my life have better shaped my character far better actually a million times better than any rich person will ever achieve

The manifesto is not me, currently. However it has some reflections artistically of where I have come from and how I can better serve people that flock to the Church of Techno looking for inspiration, advice and entertainment. I strongly believe that by suffering through adverse situations and being able to learn from them instead of burying them and feeling ashamed to talk about them only helps me be a better spiritual advisor and a better role model.

I have found great disgust in alternative cliques per se looking for intellect in abstract forms of the internet and have only found people that are and always will be unenlightened, distrusting, bigoted and hateful.

So I hope to attain to be an avenue where people can understand what it is like to grow up from an insane rave scene of the 1990’s clubkid scene and live through it without addiction or being thrown in jail because thankfully meditation found me when I was most suffering and the Buddha found me, personally and gave me a gift that is unfathomable –being able to unite to your mysterious self and a method of looking within, a method of relaxation and I swear I would have gone nuts by now because I have had aprox 4200 days in solitude and up at night currently since teenage hood

What most people miss with popular culture is that 99% of the situations, stories, songs, shows, movies, and scenarios are all contrived by initiated sellouts who basically will label anybody that opposes them a terrorist and we have so much illusion playing out now I have not tried to grasp it however I believe it strengthens your position in life to keep up with the illusion but we have many many people that are not striving for enlightenment or intellect

I believe once you start bettering yourself you start out on a path of love and forgiveness and are able to live life with dignity and class that even the higher ups currently cannot achieve

I feel strongly that through Vipassana and Buddhist practices I am able to achieve a sense of understanding/innerstanding that most can only achieve through multitudes of lives!

Care for yourself this holiday season, and tune out and meditate, you never know what transferrable skills you will learn from it.

-Shaun A. Delage   

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Naughty Naughty protest bear !!

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