Dear Parents:

You may think that “My house; my rules” is an entirely fair position for your children to be in. After all, you bought the house, you pay the bills, you provide them with their food; it’s only reasonable if they abide by your rules in return.

However, please consider that this is not a trade. A trade can only happen when both parties choose to engage in it. Your child cannot freely choose to live with you because, if they ever leave, the police can hunt them down and return them. If they ever try to get a job to support themself - buy their own food, pay their own bills - the State can arrest the employer.

And the child never entered this arrangement freely in the very beginning. They appeared with the contract giving away their rights already signed. If you had a child by choice, you basically kidnapped a human being from the formless void and put them in your care. If you’re going to do that, you’d better hold yourself to some standards in caring for your inmate.

And, if you had a child by accident, then please have some compassion for your fellow cell-mate. They aren’t here any more willingly than you are.

her lips sweet with divinity. she does not hear what the sailor or the peasant is saying- she is in love with the beautiful formlessness of the sea.
—  “finisterre” by sylvia plath

“Formless protoplasm able to mock and reflect all forms and organs and processes - viscous agglutinations of bubbling cells - rubbery fifteen-foot spheroids infinitely plastic and ductile - slaves of suggestion, builders of cities - more and more sullen, more and more intelligent, more and more amphibious, more and more imitative! Great God! What madness made even those blasphemous Old Ones willing to use and carve such things?”

HP Lovecraft, At the Mountains of Madness

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Carl Jung - Becoming Whole (Aion Chart showing symbolic representation of the psychic totality through the concept of the Self using Western religious metaphors to make his examples), “Researches into the Phenomenology of the Self”, 1951.

Be extremely subtle, even to the point of formlessness. Be extremely mysterious, even to the point of soundlessness. Thereby you can be the director of the opponent’s fate.
—  Extract from The Art of War, Sun Tzu (544 BC - 496 BC)

Only when you surrender to love are you truly alive. Only through love are you able to see for the very first time with clear eyes who you truly are and why you are here. Through deep surrender your life mission will be perpetually revealed, and you’ll understand how the Universe is carrying you, as if you were in a protected cocoon in each moment of your life. By consciously surrendering to the most loving feeling you can fathom, there is nothing that can harm or threaten you in any way.


As you practice surrendering to higher love, you’ll see that God is here now. The divine is your deepest essence and only through surrender can you see it. Surrender brings forth your divine purpose, knowledge and consciousness out into your life, unlocking the narrowed mind and revealing the most enlightened being inside you! It is the secret to discovering your divinity, and knowing you are ONE with Infinite Spirit and Source. It is through this path that you will discover a richer experience of life, knowing yourself to be divine, and truly appreciating your life in this amazing world.


~ Jafree Ozwald

Let’s travel under the floorboards. Let’s sing to the curtains. We are all carpeted. We are all painted. We’re becoming the walls of this house, so let’s burn down. I am a window (I am a window). I am transparent (I am transparent). I am the air in which you are standing. We are the lawn and we will exist when this house is gone. But we’re not scared, though we should be scared. Our voices fill the house then out the windows and into the yard, where smoke and grass are holding our hands. We’re not alone in our interests inside the rooms that connect us. We will become everything, we’ll shatter as the doorball sings. We can be everywhere just like the carpet in this house. We’re moved in and peeling the layers of skin we drag around. Burning the kindling. The embers, they make a simple sound. The stone walls are sweating and our friends are dancing in the dark. The friction brings a reaction and this house was waiting for a spark

theworldisa - Gordon Paul

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