Red-haired druid holding a torch and staff in a rune-carved cave

Tuatha Dé Lee

Poetry, Magic, Literature

  • Bedroom, at computer, 8 October ’26, 2:31pm

    Howling wolf on a snowy mountain ridge beneath a crescent moon

    Happy Mountain Dog (Wu Xu) Month!

    This Earth Qi month begins at a time when my people could really use some stability and dependability. The national elections have been a disaster. They want to give the rule to the colonisers again.

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    It starts on a pure Wood Qi: Yi Mao (Vine Rabbit) Day. Students from all the country are hitting the streets, chanting and protesting, fucking with the traffic. I have done that many times, only to realise that it does not change until you change yourself.

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    We will never beat these dictators while we think as they do. We must reframe our minds, our ways, if we want to have a better place to live and to leave to the new seeds.

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    It is a fiery Bing Wu (Sun Horse) Year. Fire is the Resource to Earth, so I say we use this production cycle to actually produce ourselves. After all, Wood represents all living things.

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    So let us use this strong Wood energy of the day to fuel the Fire of creativity and expression, and most importantly, let this Fire produce tangible, lasting results, the best Earth that it can.

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    Bedroom, after accounting lessons and exercises, possibly drunk, 2 December ’25

    Jaguar at computer beside sign reading “PROJECT JAGUAR - JUNGLE DATA” and “NATURE”

    Change the shade. They should appear void of form and powerless in the new light. Flow with the numbers, and they shall show you the truth in numbers.
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    Tust Math and Physics to be on the right path, just having been held back by people who profit from hiding information and believing they can manipulate others’ matrices.

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    If reality does not suit you,

    perhaps you do not fit reality.

    Shift while you are confined

    to this mind,

    and be confined no more.

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    Remember the parallel presents

    you do have,

    and access whichever hurts more.

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    Soon you shall find

    that the others

    bring no excitement,

    for hurt

    is

    your resource.

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    Bedroom, sitting at the altar, 24 June ’26

    Flower-winged fairies flying above a flower-covered cliff and ocean

    Much has changed, yet not enough. Time/space fits me well, but space/time is too slow for my taste.

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    However, there is no taste, no time, no space, only the urge to experience.

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    There is no flight, only the leap of faith.

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    Tuatha Dé Bless,

    Lee

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