TheSortingHouse, Author at The Sorting House

Coincidence is Called

I found this post in my drafts and don’t exactly know when nor how it got so full, nor can I find the more refined original. I must have been on one, wrote out my feelings and then doubted myself and never posted it at the time, but alas here it is now.

^{Updated 22 July 2022 from draft post 8 March 2022.}

TLDR: “And obviously, none of that means we can’t create harmonies of joy and beauty amongst the grotesque twang of reality or share silly memes about the absurdity of it all. In the meme-time, we can heal with creativity, harmony and laughter, so harmonise, laugh and share memes we shall.”

I truly am sorry to hear that so many people have been falling ill. If it isn’t the recently administered experimental pharmaceuticals or the upheld toxicity of increasingly synthetic lifestyles, then I’m sure the manufactured psychological games purposefully inflicted upon the unwitting masses haven’t helped anyone’s condition.

Naturally, we hoped that the madness of it all would at least serve as a catalyst for seeing the mess that’s before us and the actions we can take to create something different.

Community Confusion of He / Him

Gender distortions…

That’s why there’s been such a mainstream push on the incarceration of men for petty crimes in poor neighbourhoods over the years.

Byways of media manipulation, rather than doing anything to truly combat hatred and intolerance, the gender distortion colonises minds, headlines see crowds just blanket toxifying the strong, masculine males of our society over and over again without consideration for the person or individual acts.

If The Ocean Was A Woman…

Do you think she would bother about her uncountable years or how many have mapped, explored and traversed her before?

Would she ask whether the bright, burning sun and moon were flattering to all her rhythmic ripples and undulating curves?

Heeding the Call

_{Updated 23 July 2022 – Original 17 January 2022}

Out and about, between waves of salt and snow, I heeded the call to let it all go.

Despite appearances, nothing comfortable, synthetic or artificial can ever actually fulfil us.

For it is amongst all the apparently uncivilised, savage and wild things that we can satiate our yearning. In that often unknown and uncomfortable space, that’s where we truly begin to learn to act with grace.

We Know Where We Belong

Please enjoy a rough poem, an untamed ode to our wild nature. An extension of gratitude to our cosmic mother from the undomesticated being within us. A reminder to reverence or a warning, an alarm that alerts you’ve possibly strayed too far, consider this a loving call to bring you back to all that you are,

Inspired by the art of strong women and the potent men gifted to us by them, forever dancing between two principles, finding that fine line of balance amongst all that is duality, working on the great sum of all paradox,

we know where we belong,

What Lies in a Life?

“Each day a few more lies eat into the seed with which we are born, little institutional lies from the print of newspapers, the shock waves of television, and the sentimental cheats of the movie screen.”
Norman Mailer

Cathar Footsteps

Catalonia’s Cathar Country – Collioure, France

When the first lockdown hit it became increasingly clear that Sète, the touristic fishing town I lived in at the time, wasn’t where I desired to be and a plan was hatched to move on as soon as possible.

Between enforced limits on travel distances and nightly curfews, mask mandates and more lockdowns, and much introspective deliberation, a new adventure profiled itself, the parameters? Somewhere more rural, less populated, yet still within a 30-minute drive to the madness of the coast, a new coastline where scuba diving would be of more interest and the possibility to nip to Spain incredibly convenient.

I Do Not Consent

Looking for some fucks to give in front of my latest challenges…

As the world that I grew up in becomes a stranger place full of “innovative ideas and technological progress”, where daily developments that pollute and destroy our natural resources are being marketed and veiled to “save” humanity from actually being true natural humans and doing any deep organic work on themselves, I feel myself gravitating, or being expulsed, towards another reality, one with fewer QR codes, nanotech, AI and robots.

Saving Humanity

Latest in interesting “coincidences”, it is HL Mencken’s birthday today 12th September. Complete accident, I saved this picture previously as I agreed with the quote but didn’t know the author at all. I felt called to post it today, just now, on a whim and thought I had better look this person up, who he is, what he accomplished etc., and lo and behold, he was born on this day in 1880.

The full corrected quote is from his notebook published in 1956:
“The urge to save humanity is almost always only a false-face for the urge to rule it. Power is what all messiahs really seek: not the chance to serve. This is true even of the pious brethren who carry the gospel to foreign parts.”

I hope you can see the parallel with the philanthropist posturing and elite power being wielded above us today; virtue signalling societal guidelines disguised as altruism, wholeheartedness and kind generosity, all in a bid to herd humanity towards a reality that isn’t necessarily in their best interests but actually to reinforce the power of those who’ve been there for eons.

Stay Home and Fuck Off

Interesting municipal art in Banyuls, France, outside the town hall… a homage to those dead of c0ckvid… who were not expecting it… the sign also goes on to say thank you to the healthcare staff who assisted during the pantdo0mic…

It is interesting then, that those very same staff now face expulsion from their careers and professional passion, rejection and ridicule by their peers, after receiving enthusiastic accolades from the entire country at 8 pm every night, the tables have well and truly turned.