They call it depression
In the looking glass
I do not know
I call it the path
And I can’t complain
I’m looking up ahead
An approaching train
It stops to get me
And I climb aboard
It takes me down
To the place that I’m…
I’m dying Lord
Said I’m dying Lord
I’m Dying Lord
Said I’m dying Lord
© 2015 Martin H Wilde
Communion with the Great Primal Other is made possible through an authentic sacrifice or offering. It is not necessary that the offering be perfect, but it is essential that the offering is authentic.
The authentic offering makes it possible to move from literal space to ritual space. It is in ritual space that the Great Primal Other can provide the energy that powers the spiritual transformation.
Of all the lies we’re fed
on which we gorge in our comfort-addicted world,
none is more insidious than the lie of romance,
the seductive but infantile notion
that somewhere there exists
someone to complement us in every way
someone who will make us complete.
this illusion keeps us
from ever being complete in and of ourselves,
and eventually encourages us
to despise our shortcomings, our flaws,
everything in which our humanity lies.
Our humanity, without which, of course,
we are nothing.
Move toward the emotion and experience it.
With no patches and no shields.
© 2015 Martin H Wilde
To consistently stand up to another persons untrue behavior with truth is noble and potentially helpful to a person who seeks change.
But for those who allow fear to take them back from their path, you are doing that persons’ work for them and they do not develop. You become the focus of their dysfunctional behavior and are often punished for your kindnesses.
Today, I release others to the dark and light powers so they may be molded as the universe sees fit. I will feel my way through the pain of letting go, until I reach the other side.
When the storm of life is raging / Stand by me / When the storm of life is raging / Stand by me / When the world is tossing me / Like a ship upon the sea / Thou who rulest wind and water / Stand by me
In the midst of tribulation / Stand by me / In the midst of tribulation / Stand by me / When the hosts of hell assail / And my strength begins to fail / Thou who never lost a battle / Stand by me
In the midst of faults and failures / Stand by me / In the midst of faults and failures / Stand by me / When I do the best I can / And my friends don’t understand / Thou who knowest all about me / Stand by me
== the Blackwood Brothers
don’t worry, nobody has the
beautiful lady, not really, and
nobody has the strange and
hidden power, nobody is
exceptional or wonderful or
magic, they only seem to be
it’s all a trick, an in, a con,
don’t buy it, don’t believe it,
the world is packed with
billions of people whose lives
and deaths are useless and
when one of these jumps up
and the light of history shines
upon them, forget it, it’s not
what it seems, it’s just
another act to fool the fools
there are no
strong men, there
are no beautiful women.
at least, you can die knowing
and you will have the only possible
An addict values substances and acting-out an addictive behavior, more than he/she values you or your love.
This is a devastating and horrific truth to come to accept.
During the period of coming to accept this truth, there will be a tremendous amount of denial and wishing for a different outcome, followed always by the devastation of low self-worth. Recovery from this state will occur when you finally value your own self more that the addict values you.
You will continue to seek the Devil’s approval until you leave the Darkness. This requires taking pain.
“Easy woman, you are speaking to the man I love” (Thomas Jackson)
I slipped back to the dark side
But did not see
I could sense the wrongness
But clung tightly
I became possessive and protective
Defensive and suspicious
There came a day
When my code of rigorous honestly was betrayed
And Intimacy was forsaken
An Owl flew from across my path
From a nearby perch
As I stood up to the betrayer
and sent this object of desire away
An chose the purification of the Dark
Months past in dark despair
I thought of nothing but the object
I had no reason to keep living
All joy for all time
There was no hope
There came a day of relief
And I felt excellence in all
For no reason
Followed by a night of no sleep
The darkness came back deeply
I asked for protection and care
With complete abandon
Suddenly I saw clearly
That I had gone to the dark side
I had not seen it
Now I saw it
I said Thanks over and over
I saw Lilith smile
I thought I could manage
I thought I could go there
I forgot who I am
The son of light
Bourne of the dark.
© 2014 Martin H. Wilde