If you run into a feeder it may be your lucky day - not many can find as pure and unadulterated metaphor embodied in a human form ... it talks straight to your anima who is in turn reflective of your deal w this devil. It is the devil in yourself...your projection of your anima that makes you an indignant victimized beast. You hunted high and low for this perfect manifestation of your most intimate desires. All that you blame this anima for is the core of your very being - or pretty close to it...Its why it fascinates you and why you understand it so intimately... so have love and compassion for it and say adios to ignorance, bewitchment and being a poor beast
how will you know her? She is you and you are her. She is Kali killing eating and fucking and creating, the Black Virgin, your devouring Mother, a succubus Vampire slut intent on you as a food source if you are lucky. She is your best friend and inner guide and goddess. Transformed and re born, she inside you soothes and protects you, allows your individuation and creation. She feeds you from the inside out and is the universe inside your body...she allows you to walk alone - to have compassion without attachment...
until you get it just ask if you re being fed or being eaten
Posession is one with loss
-Dante, The Divine Comedy
Loss is one with possesion
-I said that
Until you learn to name your ghosts and to baptize your hopes, you have not yet been born; you are still the creation of others.
Maria Cardinal , The Words to Say It
Ravenous Mother / Succubus Slut
FEEDERS ...those addicted to feeding on others for attention and find no human pleasure in compassion or empathy. In capable of love except in that it reflects backwards to them - only. The metaphor is extensive... hungry, starving to death, feeding frenzy, vampire, ghoul, eating flesh,, eating willing partner to increase power, cannibalism, being eaten- being prey, letting go to victimhood or walking alone, being a good cook cock (sychophant) ,raising food, surplus, stored food ,in case of shortage, famine, bulimia, nausia, vomiting, sure bet food ,comfort food, devouring ,devouring mother, succubus, preditor(cat), greedy, eyes bigger than stomach ,eating w gratitude, saying grace,entitled eating, parasite worm, worm bait, bottom feeder, hunting, fear of starvation, consuption vs mnaintenance, fishing for food(lures) ,gardening, pure food, organic food ,righteous food, hunter-farmer ,food groups, variety, ravenous, heavy feeder, shitting, satiated,, starving for attention, satisfied ,so hungry I could eat a horse, Dionysus and the Bacchea ('spawned by the dragon'...must kill the dragon to avoid arrested development as locked in the devouring mother = time change of Kali Ma), heart is the lonely hunter, night of the hunter, hunter in a farmers world, hunter farmer fisherman, thegame of the hunt-the game of obtaining food- the game of hunting for sport,hunter hunted, hunting w gratitude equals scrifice and sacrement and gives meaning to a seemingly mindless act of murder,murder or sacrifice,growth or death control(diet) or freedon(binge),meat-vegitable,bull-cat, fawn-cat...
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love is an alchemist that can transmute poison into food-and a spaniel that prefers even punishment from one hand to caresses from another- Charles Colton , "Lacon"
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Don t shit where you eat ... if you re a practiced heavy feeder this warning doesn t apply to you... you practice reverse alchemy- turning gold into shit ... w the consumptive impunuty of a preditor
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By definition a feeder is indiscriminate... if you wanted to be the only food in town then you want your cake and be eaten too ...
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I thought of your work when I read this poem by Federico GarcĂa Lorca --- Gacela of the Flight
I have lost myself in the sea many times
with my ear full of freshly cut flowers,
with my tongue full of love and agony.
I have lost myself in the sea many times
as I lose myself in the heart of certain children.
There is no one who in giving a kiss
does not feel the smile of faceless people,
and no one who in touching a newborn child
forgets the motionless skulls of horses.
Because the roses search in the forehead
for a hard landscape of bone
and the hands of man have no other purpose
than to imitate the roots below the earth.
As I lose myself in the heart of certain children,
I have lost myself in the sea many times.
Ignorant of the water I go seeking
a death full of light to consume me.
Translation from Spanish (C) Stephen Spender and J. L. Gili
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