On the Difference Between Polyamory and Fucked Up

Vanishing Point

Rachel Greene

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How Moss Grows (poem)

A poem I wrote for someone I love, and a way to play with metaphor which has somewhat eluded me in years past. There is a lot to be gained through metaphor. It is like a painting, a dance or a piece of music. Interpretation is so open and inspiration becomes personal rather than direct. A welcome relief from the somewhat straightforward nature of my usual academic writing. Continue reading →

Surrender powerfully.

Yesterday in a moment of quiet reflection I paused to look out into the park surrounding my home. On the pathway outside one of our doors was a half eaten carcass of a bird… sinewy and raw. Two feathers remained on one of the wings, its head ripped off and the organs removed. I thought for a moment that I should move it, to save my housemates from seeing it and its suggestion of a violent reality. Then I took a breath, filled with the sense that I didn’t need to do anything… that this one was sorted and all I had to do was let go of my need to control nature… to surrender to what would happen next. An hour later the carcass was gone.

Always say “yes” to the present moment. What could be more futile, more insane, than to create inner resistance to what already is? What could be more insane than to oppose life itself, which is now and always now? Surrender to what is. Say “yes” to life — and see how life suddenly starts working for you rather than against you. ~ Eckhart Tolle

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The unbearable comfort of otherness.

There is a deep comfort in otherness. It’s like a warm blanket and our favourite TV series on an Autumn afternoon when we really could be writing our masterpiece or working on our next big project. It is comfortable, and it is insidious. You see otherness is a false perception of reality. This is not to say it isn’t a very useful way to view the world… it helps us operate in what appears to be concrete reality. Pragmatically useful in the short term and yet limiting and confining when we look at the bigger picture. Through awareness of the ways we create otherness we can break through the barriers it presents to us. Awareness brings with it knowledge and knowledge the opportunity to evolve. Otherness in some sense, is a gift. Continue reading →

Karo Tak: From Passion to Action Part II

“I must admit that I personally measure success in terms of the contributions an individual makes to her or his fellow human beings.”
Margaret Mead

Sitting in the courtyard of Alfalfa House drinking tea and chatting it would be easy to forget the ways of the world and for a time at least, I could. Eventually little bits of reality would creep in and I would become aware once again of the injustice, the pain, the love and the potential of those around me. In the second part of my conversation with Karo Tak I was reminded of the ability of a single individual to make a difference in the world by translating passion into action. Karo’s dedication to positive change is infectious and uplifting, matching her sparkly Sagittarius personality. In this part of my interview we talk performance, Jivamukti, Karo’s new cookbook and how others can change the world. Continue reading →

The Deluded Craft (Other Magazine)

“What is it about Witchcraft and other Western magical practices that makes them so compelling? What draws intelligent, reasonable individuals to a world of ritual, mythology and belief in mystery and the unseen? By engaging in practices and rituals that do not conform to the norms of society and by holding and maintaining unusual beliefs, the Witch singles him or herself out.”

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Re-launching myself

I would rather think of life as a good book. The further you get into it,
the more it begins to come together and make sense.

                                                                             ~Rabbi Harold Kushner~

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Karo Tak: The making of a spiritual activist Part I

Karo Tak has become something of a one-woman powerhouse in the Inner West of Sydney, Australia. Between running women’s circles to teaching Jivamukti Yoga, vegan cooking classes, acting and performing as well as committed activist work the former Sea Shepherd seems to place no limits on her enthusiasm and commitment to the betterment of the world. I sat down with Karo on a sunny afternoon in the back courtyard of our local Food Co-operative Alfalfa House with a cup of tea and an open mind, ready to enter the world of the marvellous Ms Tak.

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Why I care about politics.

I make no secret of the fact that I care about politics. My social media feeds are currently a precarious 50/50 personal and political because of the upcoming Australian Federal election. I can’t promise that the balance won’t tilt towards political as the election draws closer. My main focus has been on educating those in my networks about the Australian political system. Our voting works in a sometimes frustratingly contradictory way. Our vote counts. And it doesn’t. It’s just enough to inspire apathy in the average Australian.

When it comes to the crunch though, I am both an anarchist and a reformist. I am the former in ideology and the latter in pragmatic praxis. I despair that the anarchist/left-wing vote sometimes goes nowhere because of the refusal to engage in the system, while those on the right cheer at the prospect. Equally I understand that politics is at best empowering, hopefully just boring and at worst disempowering and upsetting.

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The tale of the discarded (poem).

I like to think things over in my dreams. I allow ideas to roll back and forth through my neurons like tumbleweeds and see what I manage to pick up along the way. Sometimes I formalise the process by incubating a dream intentionally. At other times I just allow a thought to sit patiently at the back of my mind until it pops its head up again saying it is ready to be harvested. This post contains the result of such a thought passed through my neurons and back again.

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