Anima mundi

All narrative is a lie. The truth can only be heard in the pauses between words. In stillness. When we recognise our own breath.

Welcome to Poets, Mavericks & Prophets, a manufacturer of philosophical mischief, psychological acrobatics, alchemical art projects & esoteric master plans. PMaPs regular offerings are soulful nuggets, ephemeral impressions picked up in moments when the self & the Anima mundi aligned –  gathered as micro blog posts, scribbled & shared throughout the years as I went about the business of being a human. A psychological diary and a spirit to-do list, in one.

If you fancy surfing poetry, digging into phantasmagorical stories, exploring alchemical psychology, choosing your film food wisely, enchanting your time with virtual doodles, or jingling a podcast on the mystical & the mundane while you’re on the road, it’s all here, in the Menu, or linked somewhere – give it a look and a whirl. For anyone searching for a creative boost, in situ, PMaPs is launching creative workshops, coming soon to a reality near you.

With hope that you find what you are looking for, on this site – and in life. Sweet travels.

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Gnosis Diagnosis

Simplifying complexities makes for palatable characterisation.

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Tower

The truth arrives first slowly, and then, unexpectedly.

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Wheel Of Fortune

Building self-worth on social status is a risky business in heroic times.

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Two Riddles

Everything lost was half-way gone before it began.

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Techno

Algorithms are scripts, not scripture.

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Blood Feud

A fight we can only leave, never win.

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Cunning Man

Even the puppeteer has a puppet master.

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Winged Ones

When the woods are dark, any light we see provides direction.

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Gemology

People who dim our light so they can shine & other circumstances.

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House Of Pain

Nothing to gain, everything to lose.

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Green Eyed

A mirror to my own lost pride, with his vanity, I paid all my dues to Apollo.

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Killer Moon

A void remembering a soul.

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Batty

How dare we not obey the rules that render us lesser than you.

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Centripetal

Let it pull you inside. The way out is at its centre.

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Epitaph

It was all just an unfortunate misunderstanding.

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Blue Moon

Always the illumination you did not expect.

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Centrifugal

When it spins away from the centre, surf its very edges, and land safely outside.

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Rear-view mirror

If you cannot get over it, get away from it. The further you go, the smaller it gets.

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Due Diligence

That nagging feeling, that’s our safety valve.

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The Letter

Everything left unsaid is sand in a storm.

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Pilgrim Wood

The light at the end of the tunnel is in our eyes.

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Dogma

Everything taken to the extreme carries within its opposite.

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Flame

Stars died in her eyes so she would see the small light that is home.

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True Revolution

Systems must fit beings. Systems are concepts, beings are not.

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Simple Solutions

Whenever you get sentimental about a villain, eat an apple.

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Sunwalk

Darkness stops where you start.

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The Lonely One

He wrote me a poem
in invisible ink, expressing all his views. Talked of his heart’s desire, honest, uncorrupted news. He wrote this in nights he could not sleep, dark times lacking hue. Soaked pages in invisible tears only his pillow knew… {read more}

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Luna

Don’t force yourself to ingest anything your body rejects.

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Paper Tiger

Proceed with grace in your heart, and fear not.

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Pattern Logic

To rewrite the past, learn another language.

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Inanna

Hard times require the softest light.

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