Of Serpents & Songs

I actually had to take this again for school, and I must say that the results are uncannily accurate. I feel as if someone would have had to have had like a year of really deep conversations with me in order to arrive at this. But this is what they would arrive at. It's far more specific than my Keirsey results were.

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Bokrug is growing, awfully fast...



His/her appetite is good. Everything I put in there gets eaten, then it's into the water for a soak, and frog people know what comes next.

So far so good!

They call it "The Entity" for some reason. Not impressed with the ghost hunting/religious stuff, bleh. Other than that, interesting interviews with SP experiencers.

I used to hate the sun...

Harsh, garish, and only safe for people too simple not to want to be seen.

The sun was the stench of artificial coconut hanging heavily on the air at a beach so filthy the water felt like oil.

The sun was rigid, moralistic, claimed by hypocritical religionists who preach "light".

Their sun... it made me miserable.


I loved the night... the darkness, the quiet, and the scarcity of people.

People fear the night. People feared me. That made the night mine.

Since then, I've come to know a different sun...

An ancient sun... older than time and the measurer of it...

A powerful, fierce sun that radiates with such penetrating force it can move the seeds in the ground to push themselves forward to reach for it. Its light calls us to rise from our own 'deaths' every morning of every day.

It is the passion and urge to strive, to change, to burn and burn to death, until you must reach up from deep in the cold, dark ground once again to be reborn...

What maddening dissonance it is to be so keenly aware that your fragile life and that of your entire planet depend upon this furious, out of control thing.

But what a miracle a star is... all the stars... our Mothers and our Fathers... This is our star, our very own.

Tonight I'm pondering the sun, feeling filled with its force, even at night, with rain on my roof... There are suns all over me, amber suns on my finger, around my neck and dangling from my ears... They've been there for years and somehow I'm surprised to see them there now... So many suns! How did they get here? On me, the sun hater?

I'd be lying now, if I said that I do not worship the sun.

There is a lot of activity on my FB today regarding this video.

Personally, I just wouldn't expect any different from these people. I mean, this is what they do. I think their style of journalism is actually shock-oriented. I think they know they are attracting negative attention. The sexism from the guy on the left was astonishing though. I guess that part actually succeeded in producing some feelings of shock-horror in me. Anyway, I'm over it now. :P

This spoke to me today:

“Don't bend; don't water it down; don't try to make it logical; don't edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.” ― Franz Kafka

"Byrne and his team previously proved that dung beetles use the sun, the moon and polarised light for orientation. In their experiments, they gave the beetles "caps" which blocked light from reaching their eyes. The team also discovered that the beetles climb on top of their dung balls to perform an orientation "dance" during which they locate light sources to use for orientation.

Now, further experiments, conducted under the simulated night sky of the Wits Planetarium, have shown that the beetles also use the Mohawk of the Milky Way -- giving new meaning to dancing with the stars!"

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