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What Qualifies Me? | GleefulScribe
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The Bards' Illumination. May 17, 2014. Systems and networks are what I do. With 12 years in telecommunications, interfacing human systems with computer systems, I have extensive experience in making these systems work together. And at some point, I was at such a point of success, fulfillment and accomplishment in my career, my education, my personal life, my romantic and family life, that I turned my attention to learning about energy and really focusing on my spirituality. Some time ago, Tantra bubbled ...
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Skeins | GleefulScribe
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The Bards' Illumination. March 23, 2015. My soul, the wooly fluff. Matter which can be spun. This way and that. The fabric of life. IT/Telecom Rock Star turned Poly-Tantric Sex Healer, Educator, and Sexual Freedom Activist and Writer View all posts by GleefulScribe. This entry was posted on Monday, March 23rd, 2015 at 3:17 pm and posted in Uncategorized. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0. I am agog, I am aghast ». Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here.
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July | 2015 | GleefulScribe
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The Bards' Illumination. Monthly Archives: July 2015. July 16, 2015. I am agog, I am aghast. I sit here aside my very self. I attempted to compose on my phone, but html was a devil, so to the keys I go. Lilith is mighty and powerful, and like a mother, is keeping watch even when the faithless child wanders astray . Not ten minutes before writing, I received a message from an unknown number. Found a snake skin today. Thought of you. Mystery writer is one and the same gifter of the wand. As the tidal w...
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Sacred Touch (receiving) | GleefulScribe
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The Bards' Illumination. October 27, 2014. I had sex magick in the hot tub Sunday. Typically one would expect another party to appear in this scene, but it was truly just me, the Unseen, the water, and Spirit. Awareness/will to adjust my experience. IT/Telecom Rock Star turned Poly-Tantric Sex Healer, Educator, and Sexual Freedom Activist and Writer View all posts by GleefulScribe. This entry was posted on Monday, October 27th, 2014 at 10:24 pm and posted in Uncategorized. Leave a Reply Cancel reply.
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Seduction | GleefulScribe
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The Bards' Illumination. April 7, 2014. What does it mean to be seduced? Is there an inherent boundary violation in it? I think not. I think to be seduced is to be compelled, impelled, by a force which makes us choose to push through a limitation, into an experience that we desire. And what is desire? This restlessness led me to explore far and wide though. The depths of mind, of sex, of energy, of body, of spirit. To attempt to find any space where that fire didn’t feel confined or impinged. And perhaps...
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I’m still here. | GleefulScribe
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The Bards' Illumination. May 5, 2014. I’m still here. I’ve been struggling with anxiety and depression for a year now. It’s been a year since my psychiatric event, or very near. But something happened, incrementally, yesterday. Even feeling exhausted physically, empty emotionally, moot/mute on a higher-consciousness level, kiddo and I were able to have a really delightful day. We were in the moment. We just focused on enjoying. We handled each of those as co-creative decisions, because. Be with each other.
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Inheritance | GleefulScribe
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The Bards' Illumination. February 10, 2015. Got breast cancer on my Mother’s side. I get to parent a Cancer girlchild. Naughty daughter of a Dark Mother. A Mother so purest, so sinless, to have existed before we invented symbols. Not an earthly body. A body of the ether. A Spirit of the abyss. What could be more pure than this? My Feminine inheritance has been. To parse these gifts with the. This sharp tongue of pith-ness. Is razor blades when hissing. So I’ve had to begin to learn to. You are commenting...
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February | 2015 | GleefulScribe
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The Bards' Illumination. Monthly Archives: February 2015. February 10, 2015. Abraham’s Father Deity. Spake our world into existence. What’s chronically overlooked is. A polarity-playing pantheon preceded this patriarchy. And the Divine Feminine. She who fills and empties. Nurses the young and comforts the dying. The Great Goddesses who preside over Life and Death themselves. Have held this legacy. In our scarlet abdomens and milky mounds. Since before words occurred as expression. Naked, red, and stark.
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August | 2014 | GleefulScribe
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The Bards' Illumination. Monthly Archives: August 2014. August 22, 2014. Stood up too fast. Stretched my neck up too far. Whipped my head around too quick. Nearly lost my shit. A day of strain. A stretch to recover. And I nearly fucking drop. All in the noble battle. To be heard and seen. In this great battleground called. In a week that I’ve felt my sister’s sexual violation acutely. On a day circumstances had me consider my own destruction. Two days before going to Be Big Once More. August 21, 2014.
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Home-less / Sandcastles | GleefulScribe
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The Bards' Illumination. September 29, 2015. Of not drifting aloft. And no confinement to land. Nor lazing on warm sand. Nor swimming to survive. For a nest I yearn. A rock or tree or cavern or hole. Just for the young. For when I’m old and fading. Again I scheme and dream and plan. A castle on the sand. Storm season long ways ahead and. My armless legless self tires of coils and coils. Spirals and labyrinths in the crushed meteorite dust. Homes, never in which to dwell. I am agog, I am aghast.