Witchy Woman


The Battle of Hogwarts seems to be taking place.






And Light. It’s about FAM anyway.



Which Woman ? Hot ‘n Cold.



And everyone is still saying Hi to me. It simply doesn’t get much more bizarre than this. Wave after wave.




I came across a good You Tube video recently where it asked ‘Who is the real Self’ ? Is it Superman or Clark Kent ? And you can probably use Wonder Woman for the feminine. From our earthly perspective we would probably say Clark Kent. The You Tube creator as they are called now, asked what if actually Superman or Wonder Woman is the real Self. I think there is truth to this. Using myself as an example Big Frank is probably the real Self rather than little Frank. Paradoxically I think the real heart of God lives in the human experience. It maybe an illusion but the extraordinary nature of this reality is so extreme that it pushes the heart to the limits and beyond sometimes what you think is conceivable. I don’t fancy another trip on this bus though.

You may have noticed everything is very confusing. My POV is that I have no hope of understanding it all at a conscious level and leave it to spirit to sort out. That is at a conscious level but at an unconscious level I do seem to know what is happening. The All Seeing I.

Some things I probably would prefer not to know but the Universe keeps pointing out certain things.



Bitter Sweet.


13 thoughts on “Witchy Woman

    1. Roob

      Can work both ways. Voodoo hoodoo and the dark arts. At my passport interview the gentleman described how rich businessmen and politicians used ‘black magic’ – some not very pleasant practices – in Nigeria which connects with a well known American ex president and his wife.

          1. We’re in The Smile Room in the basement of the asylum.

            ‘The aim of art is not to represent the outward appearance of things, but their inward significance’. – Aristotle

            Mona Lisa Smile

  1. I can’t remember if I cried
    When I read about his widowed bride
    But something touched me deep inside
    The day the music died.

    Bolts from the blue.

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