Most of you reading this live in a first world, well-developed country. Not to knock that, but did you know that the first world comes with its own set of issues? I’m not talking about 3rd world country issues, like lack of sewage, fresh water, clean hygienic healthcare, education, housing, jobs and various others. Let me talk about some of those problems. Maybe you have something you want to mention below?
1) NO INTERNET/PHONE/COMPUTER – Do you ever hear people complain about not having access to the internet? What about those who cannot go a day without using their phone or computer? Do you see that they are complaining about something which ultimately contributes nothing to the world? You can live and thrive and survive without these things, which makes it a no. 1 first world issue.
2) I’M BORED – Yeah, people still go on about being bored. Do you not think they have enough surrounding them, like the above, without becoming bored? Oh, but going for a walk is boring. Trying something new or going somewhere is boring. Honestly, I’ve laughed so hard at people who say they are bored. Do you know how those starving children feel? What about those who don’t have an education or fresh water?
3) I’M HUNGRY – Unbelievable that people still say this. Granted there are struggling families, but for the most part a lot of people are well fed. They have food at their disposal, to buy whenever they want at an affordable price. That isn’t the case in 3rd world countries.
4) WARDROBE FULL OF CLOTHES BUT NOTHING TO WEAR – Oh, it must be so fucking painful. I’ll just list a few more:
5) SOGGY BISCUITS IN MY TEA
6) IT’S REALLY HOT INSIDE BUT FREEZING OUTSIDE
7) MY NAILS ARE GONNA GET RUINED
8) HAVING TO WAIT IN LINE
9) BAD HAIR DAY
10) COLD TEA
Do you think you have any that might be worth mentioning? There are so many more first world problems, including not being able to go to the gym, having to wait to have your hair styled, having nothing to listen to in the car, sick of your job, feeling fed up with life and lots more!
Hi, and welcome to psychedelicwizard.org . You will find a lot of interesting topics and posts here. Let me introduce my new assistant Anita. I’m paying her a decent wage, so don’t worry about that.
What does archetype mean? It is a concept in areas which relates to behaviour, historical psychology and literature analysis. Archetypes can be: a pattern of behaviour, prototype or main model that other patterns of behaviour and objects copy or merge into. A ‘standard example.’ It can be a platonic concept of pure form, embodied the fundamental characteristics of a thing. A collectively-inherited unconscious idea, pattern of thought that is universally present within individual psyches. Recurring symbol or motif in literature, painting or mythology.
Archetypes are close analogies to instincts. Believed that long before any consciousness develops, the impersonal and inherited traits of human beings that present and motivate behaviour. So, we can see that it means, original pattern from which copies are made.
Archetypes are most commonly used in writing, literature. By using archetypes or specific archetypes within fiction writing, such as the hero, it can help the writing become universally accepted. Readers will relate to and identify with the characters and situations. Some archetypes used in writing stories include: overcoming the monster, rags to riches, the quest, voyage and return, comedy, tragedy, rebirth.
Do you know what your archetype is? Do you like to write about a particular archetype more than others? How are you today?
If you could read something that told you about the ride that is the teen years, would you? What about the existential crisis that is the 20s? Beyond that there is nothing more than mundane truth.
‘The joys of being a father.’
‘You’re a father?’
‘No, but I observed a father.’
Unspoken challenges of the old gentry, abusive of the creators power. Existence and living are not to be more than observation. If we ever found the truth of being young, it would be after our retirement, or in the words of the young, our expiration date. It feels like a sell by date was always the way to go, to keep people fresh in packets like the dry broccoli leaves that you peeled away from the stem.
‘I’ll never make the final run, I’m too old.’ Say it again and say it with justice in your heart.
‘To not make the final run, is to be the final run.’ Or so it seemed, like the plastic that had faded on small car toys tossed into large dirty crators in the ground, or the sesame pool of the lagoons filled with bottles and disposable knives and forks. If you had enough of them, could you faction of look of contempt?
‘Say you did not want to know the truth?’
‘You are the one to ask the question, and that means something.’
If the truth of the young is to be free and to be liberal in speech and mind than to be happy and content with the present and to be together, or to ride the long seas of rapid change through hurricanes and birdstrikes, shall we suddenly wither to the floor and then roll around in petty arrogance?
‘Two many, or thrice the lady came to suns glorious rays.’
‘Passion does not exist beyond desire.’
Say they, the ones with the gorgeously glamorated fiction spectacle. An organic being with robotic features. The mouth that moves in time to the sound of the radio, or the hand that types in time with the clicking of the clock. It will not stop until they become engrained like rice in the supermarkets on the shelves, unable to move without being chosen.
A selective breed of a particularly selfish generation who choose self-imposed rights and choices over the emotions and feelings of others. Traded the empathy and compassion for immediate relief and instant fulfilment. Long gone it seems it the genuine traits of the heart to seek to be together, to enjoy the company of a family, like the talking siblings who might be of different gender, of the same group. A gathering with sacred and immortal bindings to reality, a connection shared which has been replaced by material items, greed, lust, gluttony and the most irremovable of all, the undying loneliness of the world. Do people not want to gather together for meaningful and happy events without alcohol or other substances? Or do they stick it out because they have to appear good or compliant or risk looking like they don’t care. Surely the man who stays alone for the night than spend the night with bickering individuals is more in line with the values of self respect and honesty than one who parades the mask all evening at his souls expense? What of the woman who cannot face her husband for fear of lack of love, or the mother who will not comfort her children for fear of lack of reciprocation?
‘Do you want to live a free life or to be enslaved to the idea of truth?’
‘Truth does not mean lying to oneself, or to others.’
Certainly a lie can spread far and wide and deceive en-mass. And the outcome should not be compliance like uneducated humans in a field grazing on grass and corn. Education is the pillar of a developed society, yet it is a system that has become only one focused on a limited number of possibilities.
‘What are those limited possibilities?’
‘Well, they are simply these.’
That education is a tool to allow the economy to function without children to get in the way of working parents;
that the poor standard of education is deliberate so as to not provoke any possibility of independent thinking of free thought;
if they don’t tell us anything that is true, we will grow up to become just like them, ignorant and self-imposed;
it is better to allow people to think they are smart, than to actually teach them anything worthwhile.
So the list could be extended, but the topic of education is divisive. It is ancient, since the times of the Egyptians, education has helped people to become better at understanding the world around them, from medicine to mathematics to astronomy, art, science and beyond. Philosophical topics arousing from the law for example, built off of principles of morality, good, and the concept of God and the natural law as a state that humans too should be aware and educated on. A mere distraction or a deeper, more worthwhile and actionable protest than studying the hidden mysterious of the Aztecs.
It is here, in this world of consumerism and selfish desire, and students and young people laced with the poison of intelligence that dwindle the fire of compassionate yearning. In a time of darkness, or enlightenment, a man formed to flesh and blood, came to sacrifice himself.
‘He did not have selfish desire, rather, unconditional love.’
A love that was boundless and capable of transcending time. Millions of people have learned of the son of God, yet very few understand the message of his sacrifice. Our we bound to be stuck on our own crosses, or can we too gather the love within our hearts to dismiss perceptions of age, colour and gender, and come together to forget what we think we know and join together as one?
Does the effort to assist a lady to cross the road, require more effort than a degree in a university? What about the young man, newly employed who seeks to arrive early everyday in the hope he will impress his boss? So that he can go out at the weekend, but is too busy to talk to a friend to sort something out for ten minutes? Acts that only serve the ego and the self, do not develop the self or the soul, and instead accumulate to a machine, programmed to work and to sleep and to consume.
‘Consuming and working sound fine, just pay me.’
‘Money is not a resolution for young or old.’
It is not the answer to even a million problems and neither is mindless talk and propaganda of helping others. It is not buildings stocked with refugee donations, unmoved and untouched. It is not a charity donation box on the checkout counter that stands full for a day before being put in the till. It is not the man who stand in line for a sandwich, just so he can avoid going to the canteen at work.
Or the family who’s parents are not happy to see their children wearing cheap clothes or buying normal or cheap food, for they need expensive, organic and gourmet products and anything less is poor.
The disillusioned are trapped in hell, money cannot possibly equate to wealth or to love. It can be the devil, and have a mere fleeting and familiar and even similar effect, but is quite different. It is the young generation who feel the need for money the most, yet they do everything in their conscious capacity to avoid the truth, which is not to seek money. Being happy doesn’t mean a better food quality, or bigger living accomodation, or more material belongings, or more clothes or better hair or a fitter body, it is something that lives in all of you, right now. The problem is people are so caught up looking elsewhere, that they forget to stop, and to look around, and to smell the flowers and look at the sun and the clouds.
They forget to feel the rain on their faces and begin to live in a sort of disconnected reality. A reality where they cannot be happy, because the truth is they haven’t even started to look for it, they have been distracting themselves this whole time. If they took a moment to observe the birds and to feel the soft grass beneath their fingers, they might suddenly wake up and understand just what happiness is.
Welcome to Psychedelic Wizard. I will be grateful if you could like, comment and follow the blog if you enjoy.
I am looking to create a series of posts with guests which will include both written and audio content. The audio will be a type of podcast and recorded over a virtual meeting room. The written content will be based on the topic and contributed by the guest and myself.
I read so many fascinating blogs and sites. So that is why I want to have a few of you to take part in this guest post with me. It is a limited series, with topics such as mental health, philosophy, poetry & art, writing and blogging for example. I am limited this to 5 people. I have 2 people lined up who are interested already. But don’t let that put you off. 5 spaces so if you want to be a guest then email me @ firstname.lastname@example.org or leave a comment below. I would encourage you to consider this both for a fun post and to help connect with others.
I look forward to starting this process! Peace, love, light, happiness and good food.
My sexual and thrilling yet brutal romance story on wattpad! Ranked number 5 under manhood and already very popular in many categories! Has been enjoyed by many people already.
Better to live a life on the edge of death
living full of heart
than to live full of pain
full of self interest
simple method is in your hands
love to the end of time
and seek no forgiveness
where purity white strikes
the sky is full of stars
eyes reflecting who you are
are you enough?
does the earth shake to the core
Honesty and meaningcan you hear it too?chanting of the invisible crowdsonic power that is being founddispersed dirty dish wateryou are the foolno, says he, go forthlook into the sunrealise what is being doneyou are not on the runyou are hiding beneath a gunmaking of your own creation
winds picking up speedgetting to church is all I needcrashing thunderstormflight fancy takes holdhas to get homerun, runbefore you begin to become undoneuntold and rich elegant speechless merchantrich pastel gazing mental fashionpolo gimmick stick follyhave you yet to rest my wandering feetperhaps all you need to do is sail the seaI have come so faryet the stars are brightdawn has yet to render the nightinvisible
standing at the final gateis this a lifetime or is it fateyou can wait another moment...... the voices are settlinginstinct crowds are regrettingholding handsshaking brandshurting to live againsee me at the dawn of the pipersay to me, 'Oh, not shall you suffer more on in'I hear that crackthrust backwardsignitionpre-cognitionhello world, I can seeall from withinhearing the outside inwhere did it beginunlocked
potentialmy foolish waysnow a distant memory.
But I say to you, Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you.
Welcome to my new blog post series which will have a medieval theme. The first post is called alchemy, looking at a little bit of the history and what alchemy actually is. Keep checking my blog on a daily basis to find new posts about various medieval topics which will cover things like medieval mythology, knights, castles, dragons, wizards and so much more!
Alchemy – ‘The medieval forerunner of chemistry, concerned with the transmutation of matter, in particular with attempts to convert base metals into gold or find a universal elixir.’
Philosophers stone – A mythical substance purported to transform metals into gold. Also called the elixir of life, useful for rejuvenation and achieving immortality. It was for many centuries the most sought after goal in alchemy. The Philosophers stone was the central symbol of the mystical terminology of alchemy, symbolising perfection at its finest, enlightenment, and heavenly bliss. Efforts to discover the stone were know as the Magnum Opus.
In 1666, the English mathematician, astronomer and natural philosopher, Sir Isaac newton made a great discovery about light and colour. He observed that when light passed through a prism it produced an array of colours, a rainbow of colours. He was fascinated and believed that it had a close relationship to the concept known as the ‘vegetable spirit.’ Through his life, and research into alchemy and nature, he hoped to uncover the secrets of this vegetable spirit, a spirit of life.
The main goal or mission of medieval alchemists was to find a way to create gold and the elixir of life. Alchemy is traceable back to the ancient Egyptians and the Greeks. At one point there was a huge issue with fake gold, said to have been created using mere alloys, which led to the Roman Empire Emporor Diocletian ordering for the destruction of every single text that covered the making of gold or other metal work.
In 1317 Pope John XXII issued the Bull “Spondent quas non exhibent” banning alchemy. In 1403 the English King Henry IV had banned the practice of alchemy without a license, granting licenses to those trustworthy enough to attempt to actually make gold.
John Dee, one of the more recognisable names in alchemical history, was an English mathematician, alchemist, astrologer, teacher and occultist. He was an advisor to Queen Elizabeth the 1st. Most of his time was devoted to the art of alchemy and in particular divination.
Above, he is performing an experiment for Queen Elizabeth I. His personal life: he married Jane Fromond in 1558, at 51 whilst she was 23. Together they had 8 children. His wife passed when the bubonic plague swept through Manchester, taking 2 of their children as well.
In 1553 he had been arrested and charged with casting the horoscope of Queen Mary Tudor. He was accused of trying to kill her with sorcery. He was imprisoned in Hampton Court that same year, but released just 2 years later, in 1555. In 1556 Queen Mary gave him a full pardon. He later went on to become one of the more trusted advisors to the Queen Elizabeth. Dee was too intrigued by the philosophers stone.
He later met Edward Kelley, an occultist and medium. The two men worked together using ‘spiritual conferences’ involving prayer, fasting and eventual communication with the angels. Kelley informed Dee that the angel Uriel had instructed them to share everything, including their wives. They parted and Dee returned to the Queen to petition for a role in the court. She appointed him warden of Christ’s College in Manchester. During his role there, several priests had contacted him regarding demonic possession of children.
Dee retired after the death of the Queen, returning to his home on the River Thames. He died in 1608 at 82 in poverty under the care of his daughter, Katherine. The massive collection of books and manuscripts, notebooks and others which detailed those ‘spiritual conferences’ between Dee, Kelley and the angels were discovered. It chronicled the life of Tudor England, which was closely connected to magic and metaphysics, despite the anti-occult sentiment at the time.
Alchemy, still used today to advance medicine and our understanding of the world and of life, albeit called chemistry.
Thanks for taking the time to read todays post. This is the first in a series of posts about medieval England. If you liked this, then please like and comment below or share, which is always welcomed. The next episode will be on Knights.