About The Cosmic Moon Tree

Frankly, across my lifespan, such that it is, I’ve felt like a figment of someone else’s imagination. Dogmatic assumptions about the cosmos paired with some nonsense masquarading as culture has left me with an evaporated sense of being. I feel parched, barren, dead. More importantly I feel extracted and freeze dried. I’m a living mummy. I live in a cannibalistic culture of mummfication with an expectation that this literal fuckery foo is life giving, life sustaining, and love.

N.e.f.a.r.i.o.u.s. B.u.l.l.s.h.i.t.

Here I tell stories in various forms. Arting, actual events in story form, observations, reflections, and whatever else I want to throw out there is found here. Arting is reflective as in reflection/contemplation.

I’d be lying if I told you I knew what I as doing with the website. I don’t. I’m just breathing, expressing, igniting, restoring, reclaiming, and pointing to the naked emperors parading around in all their earthen glory. I’m hoping my body heals as it reveals the shit stomping parade in favor of a better story.

This is just my way of saying what I’ve carried around as someone else’s iimaginary creature. I’m someone’s monster in the shadows lurking with made up claws and a supposed spell book. If I’m going to be viewed like this, I’m hoping to start a Satanic panic then. But it’s also time to talk about the delusion.

I’m watching the world collapse in on itself under it’s fear mongering, power lusting, survival brain delusion and I wait. My place is in reassembly options. I hope to offer restoration, hospitality, embodied reconnection, revelation, and another voice for the earth. I’m on the journey too. No expertise. Just full scale embodiment. It’s time to rewild. It’s time to be unmanageable. It’s time to end human domestication. It’s time to dance happily around the cosmic moon tree.

#End Human Domestication.