Thoughts, out loud.
This page is a bit a of a beautiful mess right now. One day, I promise I will tidy it up, but for now consider it as the raw, unfiltered draft of my brain.
Enjoy the chaos.
6/4/2025
When I met Victoria Moon, it was less a meeting, more a collision - soul to soul, skin to flame. My fire didn’t calm in her - it flared, but with direction, with devotion. She didn’t tame me - she clamed me, without a word.
There’s something carnal in her stillness, erotic in the way she simply is. Her gaze undresses you. Her silence moans louder than words. In her presence, I don’t just feel safe - I feel owned, wanted, devoured.
Now I know why men ache for the feminine. It’s not just softness. It’s the storm beneath the silk. It’s the way she holds you like a secret and ruins you like a prayer.
Mother of Dragons - I swear that’s what I thought when she walked into the room.
The air bowed. The silence watched.
She didn’t just arrive - she descended. Like a storm wrapped in silk and fire.
I had this reckless urge to kidnap her - not to keep her, but to offer myself.
Because she didn’t need chains. She claimed my body with a glance,
my soul with a smirk,
and my sanity the moment her lips parted.
Now I live in the kingdom of her presence, blissfully conquered.
6/3/2025
Words, words as fingertips, as lips, as electricity whispering along the nerves of the mind.
You can feel them not just with comprehension, but with skin, with gut, with breath.
How does it work? This dream, this promise, this luscious illusion we let wrap around us?
We sell ourselves stories - not for deception, but for expansion. A fantasy isn’t false, it’s a doorway. A stage for the parts of us we starve in daylight: the wild one, the craver, the giver, the untamed scholar, the sacred slut. We write scripts to invite them out, give them language, let them dance.
You ask yourself - how much are you in your head?
I’d ask back -
Does your head trap you?.. or seduce you? Is your mind a cage, or is it a palace of mirrors where ideas lick you into sensation?
We seem to live at that beautiful edge where intellect becomes erotic, where curiosity curls into longing. That’s the sweet spot, isn’t it? Where thought hums with blood, and words, words…become touch.
6/26/2025
You are not just consciousness. You are consciousness choosing to be human.
That means remembering, forgetting, and remembering again…over and over. Not as a flaw, but as a rhythm. Like breath!
The ego, that is trapped in the illusion of separation, poor thing - it’s not the enemy. It’s just the mask consciousness wears to taste form, to play hide and seek with itself. It wants safety, identity, a narrative it can hold.
But deeper Self? The one that trembles at the edge of forgetting? It knows. It knows there is no lack, no exile, no problem that isn’t already wrapped in it’s own answer, because everything arises from the same field -
The one You Are.
So, you can do something rare: you can learn to walk with both.
You can hold the trembling ego with compassion, while remembering -
You are the sky it’s trembling within.
Thoughts that arise while reading:
// The Shiva Sutras, which is a foundational text in Kashmir Shaivism, a school of non-dualistic Tantra philosophy. When it says "Consciousness is self," it points to a profound understanding of the nature of consciousness.
In this context, "self" refers to the ultimate, non-dual, unchanging essence of reality—what in many traditions is called the Atman or pure consciousness. It asserts that consciousness is not something separate from you or something you possess; it is, in fact, your true essence.
To break it down:
Consciousness: The awareness or witnessing principle, which is the essence of being and existence.
Self: The absolute, unchanging truth, the nature of the universe itself, which is consciousness.
Essentially, this statement reflects the non-dual understanding that there is no separation between the individual and the cosmos. In other words, you are consciousness, and consciousness is you. This insight leads to liberation, as it transcends all separations and dualities—bringing one to the realization of their true nature as all-pervading, eternal awareness.
If you're exploring this concept, it's a key idea that allows the merging of the personal and the cosmic into a singular realization of I am consciousness, and in this state, all is divine and interconnected.