Wednesday, October 20, 2010
good ol’ Queenie is on a Spiritual Journey.
there are plenty plenty plenty of names for God – the name i chose happened to be Krishna.
it kind of chose me.
have a seat, indulge in a biscuit & perk your ears, dearest Euphorian:
here’s the story…
liz [note; lowercase] was a girl.
she was a girl with a mom & a dad & a sister.
they were a family & if there ever were a more oddball combination it would be us.
the mom – virgo; which means modest, shy, meticulous, reliable, practical, diligent, analytical, fussy, worried
the dad – cancer; which means emotional, loving, imaginative, intuitive, shrew, cautious, protective, sympathetic, changeable, moody
the sister – generous, warm-hearted, creative, enthusiastic, broad-minded, expansive, faithful, pompous, patronizing, bossy, dogmatic
me – aquarius: friendly, humanitarian, loyal, honest, inventive, original, independent, intellectual, intractable, contrary, perverse, unpredictable, unemotional, detached
in a sense all these traits makes me all the more ideal for a relatively easy spiritual switch but, believe you me, i had the toughest time finding myself in a setting in which i didn’t feel i belonged.
Self-realisation or God-realisation isn’t for the faint of heart.
mind you, i’m not talking about my earthly family – we had our ups & down like most families do.
well… perhaps more so because we were such an immense astrological clash but… all in all, it was okay.
i used to think the clashes in my family were the cause of my immense unhappiness but, it turned out, it was a deep-seated disgust with the ignorant life i was living.
Queen’s referring to life on Earth – conditioning of the soul, authority, the constant judging, empty sensory pleasures, the never-ending suffering…
yes, okay, life [note; lowercase] is not shit & vomit all the time but, if you think about it, the moments of happiness we do experience are rather short-lived.
that’s why this life is referred to as Maya or Illusion.
you see, we live in a material world because we had a need to experience sensory pleasures.
Krishna, as the ever merciful Supersoul granted us humans exactly what we craved.
there’s a whole system for this.
it’s called Reincarnation – each living entity is granted a body exactly according to its desires at the time of death.
the whole system ranges from the aquatics who are the lowest, to the land lubbers to us.
& then… demigods & THEN Godhead.
there are hellish planets for hellish beings too: ghosts & demons.
“why can’t i experience all these beings, why can’t i see all of them?” i hear you ask?
it’s because our consciousness is limited – we have illusory energy covering our Spiritual Eyes.
as Queen has stated before – human existence is different from regular animal life.
we have a Higher Consciousness & it is intended solely for Spiritual Advancement.
you should read up about it in the Srimad-Bhagavatam or Bhagavad-gita.
so, basically, liz, that teeny weeny girlywhirl, unintelligently thought of half-assed ways to “end it all”.
these were thoughts in ignorance as we all know now that there is no end.
isn’t that uplifting?!
i don’t know about y’all but the very prospect that earth’s semi-radness isn’t the be-all end-all gets me all excited in the bones.
it all changed when my son was born.
he’s like an Angel that watches over Queendom.
he gave Queenie that spiritual kick in the butt she so desperately needed.
& in this completely new period of Queen’s life, she & her humble partner, Koos, embarked on a Mission.
this Mission was & still is to use our human intelligence to elevate our Consciousness to the Highest Degree & to eventually “return back home”.
we’re just a bunch of lost souls looking for our home.
i dare you to challenge me on that little niggle.
for Krishna is the bestest & he’ll give you the opportunity to reach His Platform if he deems you worthy.
everyone’s worthy, of course, but Krishna does not have Time for ignorant souls.
it is, therefore, up to them to use their Time wisely or slip down the ranks of Reincarnation.
if you’re reading this, you’re already deemed worthy enough to try & advance because you’re on the human platform.
remember, you are not your body, dearest Euphorian.
you are a Spiritual Spark & your body is a mere material vehicle.
once your body dies your soul will find another “body/home” until, eventually, it reaches the Ultimate Destination.
isn’t that just grand?
Sunday, October 3, 2010
it’s dark outside.
it’s rainy & a strong wind is slithering between the castles in the mountains.
Queendom is bursting with electric anger & frustration.
you see, Queendom’s weather changes due to the Emotions of The Queen.
Queen’s fucked off.
at Material Life.
to give you a visual: a pen is being cut into paper, the force with which the writer writes [note; lowercase].
Queendom is a place in Liz’s Mind, a Euphorian who upgrades her soul in her mind.
basically, i’m building my Spiritual Abode.
this is the place where Liz feels safe & calm & in control.
many Earthlings often comment on my Spaced-Out-Ness.
i’m in Queendom.
juuust figuring stuff out.
that’s the Occupation of The Queen.
she figures stuff out, or tries to, Day In & Day Out, Forever & a Day.
& whatever she figures out, she shares with Queendom.
it's trial & error [note; lowercase].
it’s all gloomy & everyone seems to be unperturbed by this Sudden Mood falling over Queendom.
Liz’s Moods are literally like Shadows Falling Over Her Consciousness.
like, she can still kiiind of make out what’s going on, but not really so she just stumbles forth, acting irrationally.
it’s all very sad.
Queen is one of those Euphorians who tries to suck it up ‘cause she believes that “almal het hulle kak”.
this, however, is an Ineffective Way of Dealing With Emotions.
holding something in & brewing in its cess pool of shit is majorly unhealthy.
sooo, Queen’s been trying to Deal.
it didn’t work out.
Queen flipped out & acted all craaay.
some Euphorians who were in close proximity are still busy replacing windows & shiz because of hurricane gale force winds.
- is jy nog by? -
so, with The Depression Levels Peaking, Queendom was hit with The Proverbial Sack ‘o Shit.
i was totally just recovering from my last bout of hate-fuelled sadness.
nice timing, Universe.
you rock so fucking hard.
all’s starting to look peachy again.
Queen’s tryin’a get her Groove back.
today, while she was Exercising Her Butt Off [codename for: totally smashing my emotions with hard energy. [note: lower case]], she realised that the only way to be truly happy is to Not Give A Fuck About What Anyone Says/Thinks & to Use That Knowledge To Be Your Utmost Self.
she’s starting this business by wearing bright orange lipstick.
suck it, Man.
being depressed is like a fucking huge hellcat floating in your living room.
it gives you the heebie jeebies.
so, you need to fetch a broomstick & hit ‘em in the tummy tum.