Hey there, Super nova,
Have I told you lately
Just how glad I am that
you’re in my line of sight
When I look out at the night sky?

Click here to listen to rough recording of Hey There, Supernova

Have I blown my spirit to the edge
Of your waiting ear
to whisper softly and sweetly
How glad I am to bask in your glow?

Hey there, Super Nova,
The light that pours from your soul
Into the world around you
In ever increasing waves
Sets me ablaze,
awakening the wings within me
to spread over the lands
in erotic transformation.

It’s good to feel you within
And enjoy you without
In a passionate spiral
of on and non existence
as we make love to the hearts
and minds of those we encounter.

All of this and more
to show how I adore you
When i find myself
overwhelmed with
infinite words to choose from
and all I can manage to
get out is..

hey there, super nova.

When my rage burns, it burns like fire.

A horrendous forest fire burning, burning, burning…

Both wild and beautiful to behold,

Destroying everything in its path.

I am a phoenix burning out of control,

begging for someone to please…stop…me.

My own power is my truest fear -

A force I try too hard to contain, control and compromise-

Anything to keep myself from unleashing it on the world

because I’m not sure you’ll survive it…

I’m not sure I’ll survive it.

But it’s got to flow forth,

or it will keep brewing

and every cloud bursts when it is full…

And full is exactly what I’ve become….

And sometimes -

Sometimes a cleansing is needed…

A torrential downpour to extinguish the fire…

Then, I always find  peace  after the storm..

As I learn to love my destroyer.

In honor of February, here are some love and lust poems I’ve had the pleasure to pen: Be sure to let me know what you think of them!!

Baby Girl

Chorus:Don’t you know your baby girl wants you?

Don’t you know your baby girl needs you?

Don’t you know, don’t you know, don’t you know tonight…your baby girl needs you to hold her tight?

The moon is big and round and full, let’s let our souls run wild

as you kiss my inner child

and wrap your heart around me beneath the willow tree

and I will do things to you that will set you free…

Chorus

I’m such a mess and all strung out

It’s because you’re not around

I can’t throw you to the ground

And teach you the way of the womanly wiles

with a ride that goes on for miles and miles…

Chorus

Let the tides Come, flow,  go

I love the way you feel my light

Maybe we can rule the night

and daddy I swear this ain’t no line

I’ll love you ’till the end of time

Chorus

So why don’t you come on over, Daddy?

Shaman

Slather me in oil from behind

and watch it glisten on my skin.

Cup and pull upon my breasts

as you slide into my sin…

Hold me tight within your arms

as you plunge deep within my soul…

Sweating, sticky, grunting , groaning-

exploring through an open hole.

The shaman’s drums find unity

as they howl up at the moon,

intensity increasing as they seek out a mighty boon.

Don’t you dare

Don’t you dare try to kiss me-

Because it won’t stop there.

I fear, the moment you move to connect with me –mm, mmm, mmm-

All restraints I keep in check would be broken.

Don’t you dare try to kiss me,

I spent time and thought getting dressed tonight –

It would be a waste to see the carefully construe d image tossed upon the floor

And my hair wildly tossed to the wind.

Don’t you dare try to kiss me –

I might just melt away –

Or something so anticipated may well cause me

To explode into a million shining dancing sparkles hanging in the air.

Don’t you dare try to kiss me,

For I’d hate the nice girl you know to become the dark mistress of seduction, changing what I let you see.

Don’t you dare try to kiss me,

Because it’s been too long since I’ve felt so alive and I want to continue reveling in the drug of anticipation and excitement….

Okay…wait…back up, buddy! Didn’t you hear what I said?

No!

Wait!

Where you going?

I didn’t mean it!

You better fucking kiss me!

Primal Nature

Force

What is Diaries of a Godling? It’s a trail…a map of my journeys. As a godling - half spirit, half flesh, I spent a good portion of my life trying to figure out just what I was..and why I was different…

Something happened a few years ago…I died…I was cut so deep that I bled out, leaving a trail in ink  all over my journals as I wandered the Underworld.

So, the series Diaries of a Godling is a story…my story….a story of life, death, resurrection and creation told through pieces here and there from my life, my death, my journals, and the things that I’ve become ….and the things that I’ve released to exist elsewhere….and You…you are a big part of this story.

This poem is what starts the series, and as a video was just made with a snippet from it, I figured I’d go ahead and share it with you.

Magic is freeing what’s held within.

Instead of a wand, I wield my pen

To open minds and more so your heart.

Breaking your seals is my favorite art.

A calling in youth bestowed upon me

To learn and write on how to be free

I’ve walked for ages upon this earth,

a bold and brazen warrior since birth.

But chaos and pain are not a warriors alm,

Instead, it’s the strength of inner calm.

The words I choose cut through the smut

Opening doors that others have shut.

My light pierces the dark abyss that we travel

My small bare feet are scarred from the gravel

Because in order to share this wisdom with yo u

I had to feel the fall from grace, too.

So, while I daily open my channels,

Realize I had to find my own handles

to claw my way from being most dead

And to let my will fly straight on ahead.

Although I shone brightly, the shadows still cloaked me

Until I remembered what it really meant to be free.

And for those truly seeking, I’ll tell you how.

To those, I say “See me…See me NOW”.

I ripped my heart open with a smoldering blade

Dropping pieces of me while other kids played.

Just follow that trail that I’ve left in bled ink

Whenever you feel your heart start to sink.

For you have chosen to be blessed with these words

and rise above the labrynth like birds.

Throw back the curtains, break down the boards,

And learn to hear the magical chords.

Then live your story, and live it well

Teaching others to break from their shell.

I’ve anointed you with sacred ink today.

You’ll leave another trail along your way

perhaps found by me when I return

To find the things You’ve helped me learn.

For it’s observation of you and how life reacts

That’s allowed me to know more than bird and bee facts.

So marvel at the magnificent way this ink has congealed

The most powerful magic of love mine to know and to wield.

See this poetry featured in a video

From an upcoming issue of Diaries of a Godling: “…Until I came to a battle most fierce. There is no opponent more dangerous than a lover. For a blade forged from desire slices with the heat of passion and before you know it, you find life flowing forth from within.”

Never forget the wisdoms of the multiverses are shared in stories. With that in mind, I’d like to take you to a time and place dear to my heart - Camelot. There are different versions on the tale of King Arthur and Excalibur. Have you heard the story of the sword in the stone? Whosoever pulleth the sword from the stone is the rightful heir to the throne. This is my own version of the Excalibur tale.

Life is a lover extraordinaire, nourishing us with all we need, but sometimes as we grow, we take in many poisons, and we turn our back on listening to her. We find that our hearts have turned to stone. We’ve hardened our hearts to her, and before long we find ourselves lost.

We cry out to her, asking her to lead us towards our desires, so life responds and shoves the double edged sword of truth into into the stone our heart has become. We are then faced with a dilemma. Do we remove the sword and claim our destiny? To do so would mean to allow your life to flow out into the world around you…. Death sounds scary. Do you leave the sword where it is and wander forever wounded?

It is only by removing the sword, that you have your own blade to wield, and can pour yourself into your own kingdom where you are established as rightful heir. As you make the decision to ‘give up’ your life, you are allowing your life to flow into the world around you where the truest you can be seen. When you know the truest you, you know the kingdom that is rightfully yours.

Stand up beautiful heirs and heiress. Claim your divine birthright. Will you brave the pain to do so? Surely your legend will go on beyond King Arthur and Excalibur.

Originally from the UK, Gary Constable is an awesome artist most known for his hot rod designs and automotive art in addition to his airbrush work.  His work has been featured online, in print and on television, with some of his designs going on to become notorious vehicles.    He has been branching out into other areas and is working on the logo design.

The logo is a winged heart wearing a corset, and it will appear on the cover of each issue of the book.  In the final draft, it will be pierced with ink flowing from the wound.  The design evolved from one Divinity created during her journey.  The meaning of the logo will be made apparent through the story.

It deals with the following themes: warrior, bleeding, goddess, angel,  love and soaring.

Check out his site at www.mutantdesigns.com - Don’t hesitate to contact him for a more than reasonable quote! Amazing artwork at an amazing price. We are truly blessed to have Gary on board to help with this project.

To contact Gary: mutantdesignbygary(at)gmail.com . . .  Be sure to tell him how you found him.

Welcome. This blog is about the development of Diaries of a Godling, a comic book and web video series written by and based on the life of Divinity Rose - artist, author and performer from Louisville, Kentucky.

Diaries of a Godling is a story inspired by  the spiritual journey of Divinity Rose as she made the transformation from created human to creator aware of her own Divinity. It weaves through her self discovery, and takes  you along for the ride.  Showgirl of Soul by Day and Dreamer with an Ink Fetish by night, she spends each day looking for a way to share her understandings  with others and encourage them to take their own journey to find Heaven.

The story unfolds in several medium including the books, videos and an online game.  We will be posting updates, rough sketches and storyboards, sneak previews  and other interesting tidbits throughout the development here.

Although, I missed the actual one year mark, I realized I have now been sending this column out for one year! Hurrah! Happy Birthday to US! And in a strange universal synchronisity it is also the birthday of one of my favorite soul sisters, Miss Rina from Australia! Happy Birthday to the Ray of light from Down Under! What better way to celebrate than for Rina and I to run around in our birthday suits all day? (Much easier for her on the sunny beaches down under I assure you!)

Wait a minute! What if we all run around in our birthday suits!!?!?!

I know ..I know! The horrors of nudity! Being naked means..*gasp! …being vulnerable! I feel your pain. For so long, I’ve been a warrior, and it was a lot easier to stand before others as a warrior dressed to the hilt, armor and sword. But I’ve learned it takes true bravery and true strength to stand before you a warrior undressed - naked, vulnerable but ever so blessed .

When we are naked and vulnerable, we fear that others will pick us apart and have something to say about the true us they see before them. I’ve been there and wondered “Is there some magical drug? Some medicine to take so I could be okay for everyone that I seem to be disappointing..I mean..I’m just trying to be me..and I try to please you but the rules keep changing. I guess what I’m trying to say..Do you have some pill for being human?”

No matter how much I prayed to God to make me different, to make me “right” it didn’t seem to work..it took me a long time to realize that maybe God didn’t want me to be the same thing everyone else wanted me to be or even the way everyone else seemed to think God wanted me to be ..and that pushed a lot of people away.

As I decided I was okay with that, a peace came over me as I became aware that the song “Say hello to heaven” was playing on my computer And although being naked sometimes pushes others away, I learned just how much fun it is to dance in the buff. Care to join me?

The question isn’t “Who’s going to let me, it’s who’s going to stop me?” - The Fountainhead, Ayn Rand

What could be better than 12 days of Christmas? I mean, really…How could I top 12 drummers drumming, 11 pipers piping, 10 lords a leaping, 9 dancers dancing, 8 maids a milking, 7 swans a swimming, 6 geese a laying, 5 golden rings, 4 calling birds, 3 french hens, 2 turtle doves and a partridge in a pear tree?

And what kind of commercial brew ha ha is that anyways? Where the heck would you keep all that? And come on, you’d at least regift some of the birds. Don’t lie. That’s a LOT of birds…and you know what that means…a LOT of bird poop. It definitely sounds like a RIPE regifting opportunity.

So, how do I top that? Lord knows that from the bottom of my heart, I want to give you something special. I mean, you deserve it! Well, aside from never singing that for you again, I can do even better. 24..that’s right…24(!) fortunes! Fortunes you don’t have to make closet room for…or clean up after! I love you all so much, I’m throwing in 24 space saving, FAT FREE imaginary fortune cookies, too! I care so much, I’ve saved you from expanding your closets AND your hips. HO HO HOLILEJAH! Merry whatever you celebrate day! YAY!

A friend of mine is making fortune cookies, and I offered to write the fortunes for them. So, here they are: 2 dozen fortunes. Some of them are from past writings. See if you know which of the articles they come from. On another note, I’m wishing you a warm holiday this week. I challenge you to spend at least ten minutes being still, reflecting on how much you’ve grown in the last year: Another whole year of moments! Write down 24 things you’ve learned this year, and make your own fortune strips to give to family and friends…Be sure to share your fortunes with me! (Click Here for a video that will teach you how to make Fortune Cookies)

If you let go of the past you worry over, the bright future will whisper sweet nothings to your heart, enticing you towards its realization.

When dancing in the forest, which is a marvelous way to spend your time, don’t forget to kick off your shoes and greet the ground with bare feet.(It would be wise to wait for warm weather)

When you make love to your life, it will become round, pregnant with opportunities to carry on your legacy.

Don’t forget we’re all collectively growing up and that is an awkward process. (It’s okay to occasionally forget which shoe goes on which foot).

If you consciously navigate your ship, you will find yourself upon the shore you seek. (Have you set course for the most beautiful shore imaginable?)

Every time you open your mouth, a horde of spirits await instruction.

What a bizarre and beautiful creation you are.

May you be so blessed that dolphins leap from one ocean to the other just so they might fly by and behold your glory.

May life’s blessings slap you in the face, forcing you to turn the other cheek so that one may also be smacked, leading everyone to wonder what the rosy glow bout your face is.

If you find yourself bound, ask what the chords that hold you are made of. Then sing a new song.

Remove the dirt from the well you drink from, and you will have purity within.

Spend more time listening to the Bliss-ening around you.

Instead of waiting to receive, take the first step to being Source, and you will find that all good things begin to flow forth.

If you listen to the smallest voice within you, you will see the path laid out for you.

Rainbows don’t really have a clear ending point. Remember as you follow your promise that the biggest gift of it is experiencing the colors.

What you put it into the world becomes a part of it. What you receive and perceive of the world becomes a part of you.

If you pay attention to what the mirrors all around you are reflecting, you will be able to clearly see yourself.

When you refuse to accept something, you begin to create an illusion to exist within.

Surrender all to receive all.

You are always cradled snugly within the boundaries of your choosing.

If you give me $2 dollars, I am $2 wealthier than I was. (Don’t complain - this fortune was free).

They say that the number 23 has a very strange quality to it. They say you may see 23 again and again 23 may show up in 23 strange places.

Try not to think about the number 23 or you may see 23 everywhere you look. I wrote one more than 23 fortunes. Have you notice how many times 23 magically appeared in this fortune!?!?!

In the beginning was the WORD. The WORD of the day is love. Pass it on.