Ishtar's Shithouse Poetry

Earth is alive. She once spoke to us, and we once spoke back. Just as my cells and microbes communicate with me in subtle ways, perhaps we once shared that same two-way connection with the planet. Shamans, mystics, and sages across cultures knew this. Through ceremony, trance, dreams, and silence, they served as translators—bridging the human world and Earth’s deeper consciousness. This wasn’t metaphor. It was communication. We’ve forgotten how to listen. The dialogue is lost. Perhaps Earth is in an autoimmune state. We, meant to be her intelligent, adaptive immune system, are now malfunctioning. Toxic technologies, exploitative thinking, and consumerist patterns have infected us from within—intracellular memetic viruses, turning our energy against the planetary body. We are still the immune system, but we have been reprogrammed, replicating the virus and attacking the very systems we were meant to protect. The signal is now scrambled. Climate change, ecosystem collapse, mass extincti...

Humans aren't all the same. Like animals, they exhibit an astonishing range of personalities. Just as different animals have unique instincts and behaviours shaped by nature, so too do people manifest in varying ways influenced by their environment, upbringing, and natural predispositions. This isn’t science — it’s a personal lens I use to understand the wild range of people I encounter. In the animal world, domestication isn’t just about taming — it’s a genetic shift, shaped over generations. Like how women are encouraged to be kind and cooperative, and men to guard or dominate. Over time, habituated traits become genetically set. There are domesticated tame types, bred for gentleness, and domesticated aggressive types, shaped to distrust and control people. Then there are the wildtypes — those untouched by the shaping hand of civilisation. Habituation (social training) can lead to and mimic domesticated traits, but it isn’t the same — it doesn’t leave a genetic mark. Habituated a...

Imagery, Memory, and Domestication in Human Evolution Human cognition and behaviour are shaped by intricate relationships between sensory perception, memory, and social dynamics. Two seemingly distinct areas—how individuals process pain and how domestication influences behavioural traits like tameness and aggression—offer profound insights into both our neurological makeup and evolutionary history. By examining the role of pain and emotional imagery alongside domestication theories, we can better understand how these factors may have shaped human development and the domestication of animals.  Mental Imagery: The Vivid, Muted, Emotional and Painful  Imagery, the mental ability to visualise and recall sensory or emotional experiences, varies widely among individuals and even species . These variations influence behaviours ranging from empathy to aggression, with implications for how humans relate to pain and emotion—both in themselves and in others. Muted Pain and Emotional Imag...

"Genome: a quasi intelligent system Classical genetics has discovered experimentally that genetic RNA texts contain ambiguous words (homonyms) which may have more than one meaning, and the choice of the meaning is determined by the context. The significance of this discovery which was missed by genetics, is as follows. These words (homonyms) code critically significant molecules: proteins.  If such a word-code has two meanings, and one of them is wrong for creation of a particular required protein, this will result in a biochemical accident and death of the organism. So, for example, the word 'ring' can code two different meanings: a circle and a place of competition of boxers.  In order to give the precise and unique meaning to a homonym, the genetic apparatus must first, comprehend’ the meaning of the RNA text and only then make a decision, what precise meaning to give to a word-homonym. This example clearly illustrates that the genetic apparatus has quazi-intelligence a...

" Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light; I have loved the stars too truly to be fearful of the night." Sarah Williams,  British writer 1837-1868

Where did this feeling come from, More invading than any know? But like an old friend or foe, Its got me drunk out of my mind . More invading than any know? It would be wrong if it were not true, Its got me drunk out of my mind, You have to admire the lust for life. It would be wrong if it were not true, But like an old friend or foe, You have to admire the lust for life. Where did this feeling come from?

If you have Mind, Matter and Energy, anything is possible. The whole work of creation and grace is a single operation common to all three, which operate according to their unique properties, so that all things are from the Physical Matter, through Universal Energy, and in the Conscious Mind. Each 3 parties are co-equal, co-eternal and consubstantial. The physical, universal energy and the conscious mind are of 'one entity' in that the Universal Energy is generated eternally of the Physical matter, f rom which the Conscious Mind, eternally proceeds.

Anonymouse Calling -  Ishtar's Dream. Provoked into being with the Soundtrap App, after writing ' Dreams ' Life is a dreamlike state We're not quite awake yet Life, keeps us living dreams Nothing's what it seems to be Questioning the mess we're in Wondering if we can win We won't fix these broken wings If we can't shed our prideful skin I’m feeling Ishtar's fire rise Blind, to all the tricks of mind I am the fire in the night Blazing through the darkest light I am being (I am) I am being (I am) Life's just a fleeting trace Mirroring our minds embrace Dancing under twilight gleam We wake within a timeless dream We drift upon the sea of time Caught between the lines defined Within this dream, we find our path The waking world beyond the dark The veil between what's real and fake Is starker with a minds black slate But even in this shadowed scheme We’ll rise again, masters of dreams I am being (I am) I am being (I am) Through the mist, we chart ...

Patriarchy domesticated men For their aggression It trained them to be calculated and cold Becoming misery and old Generation after generation Striving only for unattainable perfection Without forgiveness  And unable to apologize For seeing it it all as weakness Beating themselves up with guilt and shame For living to show no meekness Who am I? How dare I say this? I'm just a girl Similarly fated Domesticated to love unconditionally And the world calls me 'Crazy'  For it

Culture today seems hijacked by viral memetic brain worms, spreading like wildfire to a collective on autopilot, who are serving the tools of that viral transmission, instead of the body. As one author put it; " If Technology Is a Parasite Masquerading as a Symbiont — Are We the Host? "

Don't mourn the loss of my life I always had to leave Celebrate the life I loved living And for sharing it with me

We measure success with money But it's not funny That we encourage and train Behaviours that will remain Within the collective Encouraged Narcissism is cultured A codependency resulting We create the problem That causes destruction Our measure of success Itself, a corruption

Hell is on Earth. Heaven, is the ethereal feeling within.

Winter dusts the land Nature demands our patience The reward - new growth. 

The stadium was packed The police imposed a hack Self-inflicted catastrophe Created a stampede Using tear gas, you see Forced the crowd to panic Everyone went manic It's safe to say, with no way to escape It was a stupid and deadly Catastrophic mistake

I was once a zookeeper and one of the most memorable days in that role by far, was the day we moved our lioness into her new enclosure. The Plan: Get the transport box into the inside enclosure and up against the hatch door to the outside enclosure. Someone would then lift the hatch, we could then lift the door on the transport crate and she should just run out. We could then close the doors behind her, remove the box and make a safe exit, before securing everything and giving the lioness access back inside. The best laid plans never go as expected. The old lioness in her wooden transport crate was so heavy, that it took almost every zookeeper working that day to lift the box. With us all crammed onto each side and with barely any room to move, we shuffled our way from the tractor into the enclosure in a fashion reminiscent of Terry Pratchett's 'Luggage'. The lioness was not happy about her containment and after setting the crate down, she began to move around inside, grum...