Tesstamona is testifying in da house! No need to apologize for your savage rant against the brainwashed masses, against the psychopaths hellbent for global destruction, and all the sycophants who lick their blood encrusted boots.
I can’t think of a better way to battle against this than with the weapons of poetry. Love the memes too. You go soul sister! More poetic power to you!
omg i have CHILLS READING THIS. THANK YOU. what you said… “i cant think of a better way to battle against this than with the weapons of poetry” YES!!!!! Something came over me maybe six months back when i first started sharing poetry here on substack. I would notice people in the comments would start responding in poetic form / poetry themselves, like it was a fluency we all have (and I believe it is). Something told me, this is it. This is the lifeblood of revolution. Be it art, music, poetry… but there’s something so unique about poetry. Poetry is the lifeblood of revolution, and since we’ve tried all other measures… I really believe it is in this sacred art form that dates back to the OLDEST written word we humans have (that we’re aware of, the words of the Sumerian Poet and Goddess Enhenduanna) that has the power to truly awaken us right now. i cant thank you enough for sharing what you did here, it was incredibly powerful, thank you.
You’re very welcome Tess. It’s really encouraging to see others on this platform becoming aware of the power of words and reclaiming them. Poetry needs to reclaim its rightful place as a powerful art form, one that’s relevant to whatever timeline we’re living in. I’m doing what I can in these trenches (being a soldier in the ImagiNation Army). Keep shining as brightly as you can!
I love that. the Eye-MAGI-Nation Army ✨ And likewise to you… thank you for your work. I really do believe that poetry is the lifeblood of revolution and this is how the souls can be stirred to remembering, including our own. Much love to you.
I totally agree, great way to put it: the lifeblood of revolution. It's really our last form of free expression, and even that is being threatened in various ways. Which is why--I feel--that poetry's been trivialized into IG slides, one-liners, people who want to be the next Taylor Swift or Rupi Kaur. As if those are the heights of self-expression. (sorry if I'm coming off like a snob, but that's how I'm reading this landscape). It's a cul-de-sac that the weasels want us poets to spin in. Sorry, not doing it. Looking forward to more of your Tesstamonials (wink). hugs, VP
I’ve been feeling the same way about the masses being sociopathic and lack empathy. I feel I’m going back to people pleasing because I don’t want to “rock the boat” or get people riled up for seemingly no reason either other than sharing my opinion which is different than a lot of people. But then I remember when I got clean it was almost impossible to stay stuck in addiction in fear of judgement from other people , loss of “friends” and family. So as tough as it was I finally had to do what was best for myself and that comes with a heavy cost; which is why for some part people go back to the same old cycle; they can’t or don’t know how to handle the judgement from walking a different path and being an “outsider”
I understand that - i felt like i was wading through a wasteland for YEARS and the isolation can be lethal. for whatever it is worth, i have found relief from that feeling, on multiple levels. its a wild fight to get out of the "matrix" on the macro-cosm level, but just as much if not more to get free of it INTERNALLY, on the micro level. I avoid the emotional retards (i mean that in a literal sense - actually retarded, stunted emotionally) who screech about things that aren't real. the ones who have dumped their brains into technology and now aren't creating neural pathways that are necessary for normal brain functioning becuase their phones are doing all of it (rabbit hole goes even deeper) - its tragic, we gottta make sure we dont become it, then we gotta start being the canaries in the coal mind, friend. TThere are so many ppl out here who are noticing the same shit as us, but we cant find one another unless we keep speaking on it. so keep speaking. love you.
You are so very right, my friend. And as always your words are spot on like arrows hitting their target. Never change, never give in, never surrender 💙🙏💫🤗🥰
Thank you SO MUCH for what you shared here. And you are right, generations of psyops have made people often less "human" than an AI language model. something kinda interesting happened. I cant post images in the comments, but I'll share it in notes and tag you. There were several things that sparked this when I wrote it this AM.
one of them, which i believe was the straw that broke the camels back - i looked on instagram, a music magazine posted about how a famous singer had died with no known cause of death. I was like damn... I paid attention bc... any time it's a "died suddenly" with no disclosure it's usually one or two things, but always the same shit. I looked at his picture. I remembered his voice and music. It was sad. but i remembered the beautiful song.
Then, I made the choice to read the comments, which almost never goes well. The majority of the comments were legitimately sociopathic. I wont repeat what they said. I was already frustrated with this response in humans as of late when someone dies, then i see it on full display without shame, and i made a comment, and logged off.
i expected to get torn apart for it, but turns out, other people felt the same way i did. i suppose, we are the "silent minority" or perhaps, a silent MAJORITY, if only we knew how many others were out there, but we stay quiet bc... fill in the blank, so many reasons. But i will not do it anymore.
Prayer, that is what I had to do a great deal of today, and still need to do more. Following the advice of Beinsa Duono and kicking that WAY up until I can establish more of a "stream".
I will also go for a walk in nature right now. thank you so much for your words.
dude, THANK YOU. i cant thank you enough for how beautiful this is, and also, how validating that was, because it fucking IS uncomfortable to share shit like this because ... i'm afraid of scaring people. but this is honesty - and if i would not have written it down in the moment i was feeling it -- there's only so long you can hold this shit in before it has serious consequences. we have to get it out. THANK YOU. also, i felt it in a real way when you said this: "The game player, fellow citizen betrayer" REAL
Tesstamona is testifying in da house! No need to apologize for your savage rant against the brainwashed masses, against the psychopaths hellbent for global destruction, and all the sycophants who lick their blood encrusted boots.
I can’t think of a better way to battle against this than with the weapons of poetry. Love the memes too. You go soul sister! More poetic power to you!
omg i have CHILLS READING THIS. THANK YOU. what you said… “i cant think of a better way to battle against this than with the weapons of poetry” YES!!!!! Something came over me maybe six months back when i first started sharing poetry here on substack. I would notice people in the comments would start responding in poetic form / poetry themselves, like it was a fluency we all have (and I believe it is). Something told me, this is it. This is the lifeblood of revolution. Be it art, music, poetry… but there’s something so unique about poetry. Poetry is the lifeblood of revolution, and since we’ve tried all other measures… I really believe it is in this sacred art form that dates back to the OLDEST written word we humans have (that we’re aware of, the words of the Sumerian Poet and Goddess Enhenduanna) that has the power to truly awaken us right now. i cant thank you enough for sharing what you did here, it was incredibly powerful, thank you.
You’re very welcome Tess. It’s really encouraging to see others on this platform becoming aware of the power of words and reclaiming them. Poetry needs to reclaim its rightful place as a powerful art form, one that’s relevant to whatever timeline we’re living in. I’m doing what I can in these trenches (being a soldier in the ImagiNation Army). Keep shining as brightly as you can!
I love that. the Eye-MAGI-Nation Army ✨ And likewise to you… thank you for your work. I really do believe that poetry is the lifeblood of revolution and this is how the souls can be stirred to remembering, including our own. Much love to you.
I totally agree, great way to put it: the lifeblood of revolution. It's really our last form of free expression, and even that is being threatened in various ways. Which is why--I feel--that poetry's been trivialized into IG slides, one-liners, people who want to be the next Taylor Swift or Rupi Kaur. As if those are the heights of self-expression. (sorry if I'm coming off like a snob, but that's how I'm reading this landscape). It's a cul-de-sac that the weasels want us poets to spin in. Sorry, not doing it. Looking forward to more of your Tesstamonials (wink). hugs, VP
Love, is a Savage Grace,
Fire, flame and storm.
It requires a Savage Grace to clear away the damage from ourselves, and to fill the void within with Love.
you are one of the most uniquely powerful writers. and i believe you.
Thank you.
Any words of power grace and love,
Are not my own.
I, am just a guy that reads the book.
I’ve been feeling the same way about the masses being sociopathic and lack empathy. I feel I’m going back to people pleasing because I don’t want to “rock the boat” or get people riled up for seemingly no reason either other than sharing my opinion which is different than a lot of people. But then I remember when I got clean it was almost impossible to stay stuck in addiction in fear of judgement from other people , loss of “friends” and family. So as tough as it was I finally had to do what was best for myself and that comes with a heavy cost; which is why for some part people go back to the same old cycle; they can’t or don’t know how to handle the judgement from walking a different path and being an “outsider”
I understand that - i felt like i was wading through a wasteland for YEARS and the isolation can be lethal. for whatever it is worth, i have found relief from that feeling, on multiple levels. its a wild fight to get out of the "matrix" on the macro-cosm level, but just as much if not more to get free of it INTERNALLY, on the micro level. I avoid the emotional retards (i mean that in a literal sense - actually retarded, stunted emotionally) who screech about things that aren't real. the ones who have dumped their brains into technology and now aren't creating neural pathways that are necessary for normal brain functioning becuase their phones are doing all of it (rabbit hole goes even deeper) - its tragic, we gottta make sure we dont become it, then we gotta start being the canaries in the coal mind, friend. TThere are so many ppl out here who are noticing the same shit as us, but we cant find one another unless we keep speaking on it. so keep speaking. love you.
Love you too friend
You’re very welcome. It’s an honor and a privilege.
Reminds me of the P.I.L. tune Rise. Look up the lyrics on
genius.com.
You’ve used your anger to create Tesstamona. Excellent way to channel it.
Thanks for sharing! 🙏💖
and thank you. thank you for reading and sharing.
Absolutely. You’re most welcome. I love P.I.L., especially the albums titled Album and Seattle. Many good tunes! Enjoy! 😁💖
You are so very right, my friend. And as always your words are spot on like arrows hitting their target. Never change, never give in, never surrender 💙🙏💫🤗🥰
so much love to you joyce, for so many reasons. you are a gift. thank you for reading. and for sharing all that you do.
Too much honour, my dear friend 💙🙏🥰🤗
🙏 🙏 🙏
Thank you SO MUCH for what you shared here. And you are right, generations of psyops have made people often less "human" than an AI language model. something kinda interesting happened. I cant post images in the comments, but I'll share it in notes and tag you. There were several things that sparked this when I wrote it this AM.
one of them, which i believe was the straw that broke the camels back - i looked on instagram, a music magazine posted about how a famous singer had died with no known cause of death. I was like damn... I paid attention bc... any time it's a "died suddenly" with no disclosure it's usually one or two things, but always the same shit. I looked at his picture. I remembered his voice and music. It was sad. but i remembered the beautiful song.
Then, I made the choice to read the comments, which almost never goes well. The majority of the comments were legitimately sociopathic. I wont repeat what they said. I was already frustrated with this response in humans as of late when someone dies, then i see it on full display without shame, and i made a comment, and logged off.
i expected to get torn apart for it, but turns out, other people felt the same way i did. i suppose, we are the "silent minority" or perhaps, a silent MAJORITY, if only we knew how many others were out there, but we stay quiet bc... fill in the blank, so many reasons. But i will not do it anymore.
Prayer, that is what I had to do a great deal of today, and still need to do more. Following the advice of Beinsa Duono and kicking that WAY up until I can establish more of a "stream".
I will also go for a walk in nature right now. thank you so much for your words.
dude, THANK YOU. i cant thank you enough for how beautiful this is, and also, how validating that was, because it fucking IS uncomfortable to share shit like this because ... i'm afraid of scaring people. but this is honesty - and if i would not have written it down in the moment i was feeling it -- there's only so long you can hold this shit in before it has serious consequences. we have to get it out. THANK YOU. also, i felt it in a real way when you said this: "The game player, fellow citizen betrayer" REAL