Kid B

Well, it’s time. jjosuminded.com has been an amazing and rewarding adventure; I’ve really shared the depths of me during a stage of profound transition and I hope I’ve managed to positively impact, or at least provide a different perspective for you. I want to tell you something that’s great: I’m not leaving this site because I lost the struggle, but because I won. I’m already in the process of…

This is probably going to be short post, because I’m so tired, really just want to go to bed right now. For this to happen, I kinda need to condition myself: “Be brave, rest”. Imagine that you went to prison 10 years, you were innocent and it was a horrible mistake. You managed to overcome the dangers of prison, and every day in there you dreamt about what you would to as soon as they realized…

What’s in a Pink Moon? What energy slides into your soul when you contemplate it’s beauty? What happens to the spirits around you, and how do they gather and celebrate it? What happens when you inquire in the dark, and find your path unexpectedly illuminated by a huge, Venusian Moon, gently calling the depths of you to awakened manifestation? My heart rises folks, I’m so very blessed and I…

Heya, been a while. Drinking a beer and thinking on getting a slice of pizza, or two… I’ve been away due to my spiritual search, it consumes most of my spare time and I’m perfectly fine with that; in another post I’ve told you I go for days and months on adventures and then come back to share some of my treasures. I wanted to talk about attachment today; in hindu and buddhist thought systems…

**DisclaimerThis is not my usual blog post, and cryptic as it is, I will leave it unexplained and unedited out of respect to the process which inspired it. But some will see a mirror in it. Violent discourse in it is merely allegorical./**Disclaimer I claim the abyss, I don’t care what feral demon guards its gates. It’s mine, my birth right. For so long I’ve been obsessed with the sun that…

I’ve been seriously working on some inner aspects that challenge the structure of my worldview quite bluntly. I have chosen this, because I found my model of reality to be quite faulty, incomplete and having very little room for scalability or adaptability. Being a systems guy I’ve tried to make sense out of this using an analogy, which I want to share with you (or rather, a chain of…

By Josué Vargas Fragmented astonished at the vision of souls – civilizations even – flowing upstream / downstream the boundless sea of intangible waters and everlasting waves My bliss, a light beam and my sorrow, an electrical impulse Dreams making haste to precipitate from rainy clouds, ethereal prisons for the brave new human My meaning became encrypted -swallowed the key…- As…

By Josué Vargas In silence, the waves have stopped,the voices of the crowd fadeand the ones who would listen, are behind thick walls. As the bud sprouted before the smile of the heavens,there it found me, ripping apart my enclosuretraveling further than my wings could ever endure. Then it resonated boldly inside of me: “This is the time,this child that has been growing in my mouth,it’s…

By Josué Vargas Cold drops fall in scarred fur, The fur of a faint beast, who’s seen too many moons through the fractures in the rocks Tired of seeking release, from the vicious whispers and the stench of the catacombs No human hand forged this realm, no creature enters the same room twice Accursed with a human heart, too eager to find bliss, glory, or light or the earthly pleasures…

So I read it somewhere that us millenials are in denial when it comes to aging, I’ll have to agree on that one. But I like it, I like that fight for relevance as long as it has a smart angle. And that’s kind of the thing, did you just read what I wrote? “that fight for relevance”, and what the fuck does that have to do with age? It’s an interesting thing to ponder, it’s like my subconscious is…

You’ve been warned from the title. I have questions, lots of questions and recently I’ve been wondering if I happen to know anything at all. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve been through enough to know this is not a simulation, I feel like people having such theories are way too comfortable in their so-called discomfort. No, I’m pretty conscious of my carbon-made vehicle and its expiration date; and…

Hi all, I chose to listen to this music while I write today, because I feel like there’s depth in it, I feel it connects me with my journey as well. I told you I’m changing, and the blog will change with me; but there’s an essence to each person and that will either attract you or repel you, I believe my essence will only grow stronger, and cleansed as I progress. I feel like I’ve been hoarding…

Folks, this post may be a turning point in the lifespan of this blog. This is representative of my inner world of course, “as offline, so online”; and I’m only understanding more and more as I write these first sentences, this blog (which I was about to delete a few months back) had the sole purpose of recording the outcomes of a process that’s been developing for a long, painful time: The…

So, in the spirit of not neglecting this blog, but rather than that keep it as a personal journal of my efforts and thoughts, I’ve decided to post today about some of the things I’m doing and share with you fellow authors some resources that I’m using for my own self-study. New content type is coming, mainly because of my ongoing studies and projects, of those things is: musical analysis. So…

“Deep in the bosom of the gentle nightIs when I search for the lightPick up my pen and start to writeI struggle and fight dark forces in the clear moonlightWithout fearInsomnia” Insomnia, by Faithless.  (Rollo Armstrong / Maxwell Fraser / Sister Bliss) So yeah, not sure it’s still the “bosom of the gentle night” still, it’s 4 a.m, and I’ve been struggling to sleep since I woke up at 2:30 a.m,…

“The Lady of Shalott” by John William Waterhouse, 1888 A crimson sunset, a flower ablaze agony and passion embrace; in the depth of their ardent caress a child departs in a bridal dress In her eyes, a scream is drowned, surrounding her, a peaceful creek can’t quench the flame that ever spreads my flower burns in dreams denied In fiery pride, tears turn to smoke her lips so beautiful…