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Innerstellar Arcadia
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Beyond the noise, beneath the veil — Innerstellar Arcadia shimmers. Your soul knows the way home. Are you ready to return?
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#ObscuraWednesday #poem #poetry #creativewriting #occultsky #esoteric #poeminalt

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The Hum Behind the Hymn
The Hum Behind the Hymn In the half-lit hall / power-station nave, organ-pipes breathe heat instead of holiness, vents exhaling hymn-smoke from the hidden dynamo. Bare-headed, shoes off, my hand rests not on ivory, but on the humming flywheel, its rim engraved: Mercy / Justice / Joy— three small moons that blur to one halo when the metal remembers motion. Some nights I sing to feed the blessing engine, hymn as fuel, praise as pressure in the lines; some nights I confess I crave the shine— I braid my hallelujahs with mirror-light, hoping the halo spills back on my skin. The red record lamp stays dark. The applause circuit clicks once, then nothing. I clear my throat; the mic shrieks, sulks. Dust motes hang in the hush like held notes, then shimmy when a stray hum slips out of me. The hidden meter barely moves for flawless diction, but spikes when my mouth forgets the words and leans against a single open vowel, a homeless mmmmmmm in the metal air. So I stop saying anything. Ear to the casing, lips shaping unsayable thanks, breath steaming the steel like incense. The flywheel shivers under my fingers, Triskele of motives blurring into one mute ring. hymn hum — the bearings answer in a low, warm tremor hymn hum — the needle lifts, a shy, astonished twitch hymn hum — the whole machine remembers how to listen Misfires multiply: I mouth the creed from muscle memory, a well-worn melody of fear—if I fall silent, will the current leave? My phrasing is perfect, each note a polished door that never opens. The room stays cool. The vents exhale nothing. So I settle for a small, unscored humming, no text, no tremolo, just breath and metal: hymn/hum, praise/practice braided under my tongue. Somewhere inside, a relay softly closes; the red light flickers, then declines to decide. When my voice is gone, the generator keeps turning, very faintly, on whatever hum remains after the song stops being sung.
November 26, 2025 at 6:24 PM
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#ObscuraWednesday #promptalism #synthart #occultart #occultsky #esoteric #art
November 26, 2025 at 6:03 PM
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#ObscuraWednesday #promptalism #synthart #occultart #occultsky #esoteric #art
November 26, 2025 at 5:42 PM
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November 26, 2025 at 5:24 PM
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Emergency Commons
Emergency Commons Plates placed / on the NO STANDING step, the staircase drafted into the soft jurisdiction of soup. Keys tick at hips like pocket statutes, a small committee of shoulders huddled toward the rail, while a long white siren-thread combs the street below and nobody breathes. Ladle passed / hand to hand / no names asked, steam ghosts crossing track-lines, contraband weather breaching metal logic. This fire escape glitches—alley/aisle, escape/embrace— a provisional threshold where knees touch, then flinch apart, every laugh filed as temporary, subject to recall. White napkins lifted / visas and surrender-flags both, amnesty of the second helping quietly approved. The gap between brick and alley holds as demilitarized zone, armistice written in leaning backs, in ankles hooked through cold rungs, in keys unclipped, palms bare, wrists visible to the dark consulate window. [ ] Later, only residue: melted ice in slow appeal dripping through the grate, indexing overflow to the alley docket. The EXIT sign glows above a door no one tests, its promise of elsewhere expired yet still in force. One bent spoon on the landing, cooling— a minor clause of mercy left unsigned by the night.
November 26, 2025 at 5:00 PM
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November 26, 2025 at 4:34 PM
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#ObscuraWednesday #promptalism #synthart #occultart #occultsky #esoteric #art
November 26, 2025 at 4:12 PM
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November 26, 2025 at 3:48 PM
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The Houseknife Mass
The Houseknife Mass Wednesday dusk: the kitchen ticks in low light, bare bulb buzzing a tired halo over sink and board. You lift / the knife: nicked steel, small athame of the house, edge re-honed on a decade of late shifts and thawed roasts. Steam lifts from the flesh like a restless ghost, fogging the window, smudging the street to smear. Everyone waits in the next room, plates stacked on the table, shallow white offering-bowls ringed in everyday chips; your wrists remember other evenings, other carcasses, the way fatigue settles in the joints like fine ash. Now you press / down and the blade slides in, parting the fibres with a wet hush that seems louder than the fridge-motor, louder than the laughtrack leaking from the lounge, louder than your own pulse, and the meat opens along an invisible vein, gloss spreading, a slow tithe paid out onto wood already scarred with prior cut-lines and stuttered angles, the board drinking it in where old stains darken to near-black, and when the first warm drop arcs off the edge and strikes the white towel you keep for this—minor shroud, altar linen, streaktaking cloth—something in the room sutures and splits at once. For a breath the knife sees instead of you: flash-memory of every wrist that ever swung it, callused, ringed, inked, trembling; a lineage of housepriests parsing portions, measuring love in grams and tendons. Then time resumes its clatter. You separate thigh from bone, fat from lean, set the first plate down. Voices rush back—who wants extra skin, did you remember the salt, pass the pepper— small benedictions spoken with full mouths as steam ghosts off into ordinary air. Later, alone with the dishes, you rinse the board, wring out the towel, watch the sinkwater coil its faint red spiral into the dark throat of the drain, and feel in your own marrow that something was offered and received, unnamed, still ticking under the bright, simple talk of being fed.
November 26, 2025 at 3:20 PM
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November 26, 2025 at 3:03 PM
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November 26, 2025 at 2:35 PM
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November 26, 2025 at 1:52 PM
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This week’s three themes for #ObscuraWednesday:

The Generous Knife
Fire Escape Feast
The Blessing Engine

Follow the thread that sings to your spirit. Feel free to focus on one concept, synthesize all three, or forge your own way forward. #synthart #creativewriting #poetry #occultsky #esoteric #art
November 26, 2025 at 2:24 AM
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#DragonTuesday #promptalism #synthart #occultart
November 25, 2025 at 2:53 PM
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#DragonTuesday #promptalism #synthart #occultart
November 25, 2025 at 1:47 PM
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Today, I awaken not to conquer, but to remember.

I am but a breath in the symphony of stars, a single flame in the endless fire of divine unfolding.

Let me walk lightly upon this world,
Not as one who owns, but one who learns.

Let humility be my compass,
And service the song of my soul.
November 25, 2025 at 1:15 PM
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This week’s three themes for #ObscuraWednesday:

The Generous Knife
Fire Escape Feast
The Blessing Engine

Follow the thread that sings to your spirit. Feel free to focus on one concept, synthesize all three, or forge your own way forward. #synthart #creativewriting #poetry #occultsky #esoteric #art
November 24, 2025 at 11:02 PM
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#SundayFunday #promptalism #synthart #occultart #esotericart

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November 24, 2025 at 5:20 AM
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you do know you are liquid crystal, right?!

sparkle like it!!
November 23, 2025 at 10:07 PM
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“The idea that consciousness is constituted by some kind of sense-data or qualia becomes an artefact of a view left behind,” argues Ron McClamrock. | https://bit.ly/3IqhKUm

Tap to read more about why we should turn our attention to the lived body.

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Merleau-Ponty and the embodied self | Ron McClamrock
Maurice Merleau-Ponty's phenomenological philosophy suggests the search for the self and consciousness need not be focused on the space within our skulls, explains Ron McClamrock.
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November 23, 2025 at 6:30 PM
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#SquirrelDay #promptalism #synthart #occultart #esotericart
November 23, 2025 at 6:25 PM
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Flower of the Day - #SundaySunflower #SlavaUkraini #BloomScrolling
November 23, 2025 at 1:15 PM
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A little art project in Williamsburg. tonight for #FallOfFreedom. I’ll be sharing more about #WhiteRoseFilm soon.
November 23, 2025 at 2:08 AM
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The Witches of Oz are making magic at the box office.
Box Office: ‘Wicked For Good’ Opening to Record-Smashing $151M-Plus in U.S., $228M Globally
The Witches of Oz are making magic at the box office.
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November 22, 2025 at 10:00 PM
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November 22, 2025 at 4:56 PM