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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Rosevine

The debasement of what one desires is at the core of misunderstanding Divinity. What we desire is sacred, it gifts us the lust for life. We bow before it.

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Divination

Be humble before the mysteries.

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Hollow Moon

A whole lot of nothing is a dangerous thing.

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Catacombs

Excavating ruins of a long lost memory in hopes of finding proof of life.

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Grandma Wolf

She teaches you to have your own back.

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Intermezzo

Find joy in what you’re good at.

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Dragon Lore

The clear well attracts both friend and foe.

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Jackson

Storms take us to the moment we turned our backs to ourselves, so we can return.

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Fall

It is in the nature of evil to choose potential saints as its vessels, as to mock divinity.

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Breaking Point

Its glass that shows as brick, and brick that appears as glass. The ones that insist on their fragility are the first to bully the vulnerable.

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Fame /The Gallows Song

Observe the masks we paint on our faces & the faces of others, with precision and guile, absentmindedly brilliant – holograms, gaudy shapes, all false intimacies & forced assumptions… {read more}

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Therapeia

In a world of judgment, be the justice.

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Prosaic

Some people were never worth the rhyme.

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The Romantic

Defying all odds with courage of a nightingale.

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True Blue

Good soul keeping is authentic relationships.

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Sun Moon Stars

We are not at the center of every story, even another’s story, but we are the center of our own story. Let nobody convince you otherwise.

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Hacked

There may be a thousand ways in, but there is only one way out.

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Biopolitics

Animals do not venture out in a storm. They sense nature’s pulsations, and abide.

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Sweet Talker

She’s like sugar, gives you a rush, but robs you of energy.

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Petals

Decay is also beauty. Plus time.

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Two Wolves

All curses have a price. And an expiry date.

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Sotto voce

You know you’ve been led astray when you’re running in circles.

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Synthesis

Gather all the pieces of your heart from people that did not want to share their own. Your essence is not a souvenir.

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Leave This

What feels bad is bad because it feels bad. Feelings are our internal emergency system for a situation. It works for us only when we listen.

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Lizard Wizard

It’s about experiences, not goals, and it takes a lifetime to understand.

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Sunflower

Happiness is more time, and a clear conscience.

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Souvenir

That image you have locked in the sky, that’s not me. I’m somewhere else, breathing.

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Last Orders

There is a dignity in creation.

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Overproduced

We live in a time where façade appropriates the interior.  

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Maverick Minds

It’s like Tennessee said, the wild knows what it has lost. Nothing is as tender as when it is free. But if I would retrace my steps, not fall, how would I know the way blood feels? And the mellow touch of the grass below? The warmth of another… {read more}

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A Good Question

Is it God? Or someone pretending to be God.

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