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Again this place with the horrible trees. I stumble in quite often now the power’s out, and the lines are down between me and elsewhere. “Where do we go but inside,” said the last-printed remnants of the world before, “when the outside disappears?” The printed words I have leftover from that time are mish-mash, it makes me wonder how my mind made sense of it when it was made of screens, or if it was hallucination in the electric.

The Cactus Father speaks. He tells me there is room for another breath of that life electric, but that it must…


A Poem about Forever

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The crow on High street says there’s more to come. I’m just a wandering salesman with nothing else to do these days than listen. Fourteen miles I walked, taking one pace every day. Progressing through the muck of my indeterminant will, the sea swept breeze over my face til I fell over.

The fountain maps the valley, maps the area of sky to pay attention to. The waters crystal, the oceans pure. The listener of the galactic tribe remembers thousands of articles to the effect. The juice tastes randomly these Latin hours. The filament abruptly snaps in half.

The patience…


A Poem About Nature

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Good morning, planet.

You’re surviving a lot better than some of us lately.

It’s alright. It’s our turn. We’ve been asleep for epochs.

We admired you while we turned down the lights on you, good for us.

Today is Saturn’s purging. Deep in thought, macro microscope.

Eleven bushels of grain, each for the taking. The overslept took more than was their share one time, but now the air is clear. The thoughts keep drowning out their competition, but we still find ourselves right here.

There are so many soldiers now, so many minstrels in waiting, gardens at ease.

All the…


Poem about the Unseen

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The mountain is mighty, the mountain is here. Sprung up from ground, engulfing skyscrapers, but no one can see it yet, only the birds change their paths.

Its electric colors burn the sky, its peak tunes in for signals from the stars. Eighteen acres wide and forty deep, this range blasts through the sand and water, brings with it fire from far beneath where tread the human feet and speak the human deeds.

That fire is purple and unknown to all our sciences. It whistles as it drifts through amethyst mines, glowing as it passes by crystal bears and cave…


In Search the Pure Motivation

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This is a zig-zagging journey, realization to realization, to a source of pure motivation. Pure motivation means energy not contaminated by fear, obligation, guilt, or any other egoic tricks. Pure motivation is something I never would’ve known to look for, if I hadn’t gotten a clue from a dream to start looking.

It all started shortly after I realized a new way to interpret dreams.

There are plenty of dream dictionaries out there, and methods for interpreting dreams. But the way I’ve found, and my favorite way, is to ask the dream directly. How do…


How Affirmations Work, and How to Use Them

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Affirmations are positive statements that one repeats to oneself, with the eventual aim of improving the conditions of one’s life. Some generic affirmations have started floating around the internet, such as “you are a strong, confident woman” or “My body is healthy, my mind is brilliant, my soul is peaceful.” Statements like this these might be helpful to many people, they are somewhat one-size-fits-all. However, the most affective affirmations are custom-designed to take on your negative beliefs, because its negative beliefs that create obstacles and interference in your life.

This article was…


A Poem about Moving Forward

Image by Paweł Czerwiński

Everyone’s after my original name, a gruesome hologram equation. My life in a rudderless canoe. Where are we going, sang the raven? They sing to me these days, out here on the seas. I am a fountain of diseases but none of them had a name until this time. My boat floats west and I go with it.

Here’s the mountain, here’s the masterpiece. A forklift moves my dreams a little more. Ochre waves hit basins of relief. We’ve been this way before, but not like this. This is a gateway, not a sharp drop…


Last week I was drafting an article for Medium about my love of coffee shops. Today, my favorite coffee shop across the street had its last day of letting people sit at tables, before reverting to pick-up only, and closed at 2pm. This entire city is going to sleep, and this is the city that never sleeps.

There’s a theory called Moore’s Law, which states the number of transistors in a circuit, and thus available processing power, would double every two years. Silicon Valley cheerleaders would often use this law to illustrate that progress would increase speed exponentially, until we…


Ways of Being are also Ways of Dying

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I learn a lot from plants these days.

I was minding my own business when a fern broke into my subconscious and made it clear there was more to my existence than I’d believed.

“Examples of life, ways of being, are also examples of ways of dying,” it whispered in my mind, “Animal is only one way of being- there are as many other ways as there are stars.”

Always these things happen on my coffee break, in the Privately Owned Public Spaces where the tables are free, the plants are imported, and the whole place is sheltered under glass…


The Cactus Father dreamed seven realities into existence before I found my way to him. These are the dreams spilt on open realities by the one that folds into himself at night, the thorns the only protector from armies and winds. After several decades swirling with the debris of time and mistaking their flow for my will, I came to the desert full of unsightly Joshua Trees, ugliest trees in all the world, and knocked on the tree-stump of the thorned one.

Why, Cactus Father, have we been born into this life? Why here, why now? I’ve been asking my…

Kathleen Kralowec

Artist and comic creator writing about magic, spirituality, and the cosmos.

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