Mudda Duckers... 🦆🦆🦆
Your body IS your temple. Your tree house, Your home. You create it as you please.
Your body is The Front Door, The Back Door, The Roof, The Walls and all the rooms inside.
You get to decorate your home;
hair style, clothes, make up, tattoos, piercings, naked, minimal,
or any other accessories your heart desires.
Hope fully non harmful ones.
You get to fuel and heat and cool and maintain your (temple/tree house/tent/RV) home;
fresh food, junk food, fresh water, plastic water, chemicals, alcohol, poisons, fresh air, smog smoke,
or whatever YOU consciously and intentionally choose to ingest.
That is freedom to discern and choose how you feed your body whatever YOU crave or need or want or desire.
However, don't avoid reality when YOUR responsible energetic choices create or consume you...
WE are all FREE to choose, BUT we are NOT free from the consequences of our choices.
Don't blame anyone else for what you choose to store or ingest or regularly consume in your home.
The Body Is The Portal To The Soul...
WTF?
Your physical BODY is ONLY the start.
The obvious home, the well maintained home, the flowing well rested well watered well fed home.
Or not.
But as your embodied home, your body which is founded on hopefully solid, unwavering foundations, does NOT just sit on those piers and bricks and stumps 24/7.
Your body is designed to move and flow and take YOU wherever YOU choose to go.
Your body is your home back pack, like a turtle shell, like your largest organ, your skin in which you come wrapped.
Your body is FULLY self contained and designed to be portable as shiFt happens.
Wherever YOU go, your home, your body, your shell, your skin, your tree house is there.
You live in your body, you feel at home in your body and also take it everywhere you go.
Unless you float off somewhere and forget who you (and YOUR body) are...
Or disassociate
Or stressed
Or worried
Or stuck only high as a kite locked up in the attic (head)
Or lost in living a half wishy washy disembodied life... not really knowing who or WTF you really are...
Or chained down there in the dank, dark, depressive basement... and the door is NOT even locked...
Or get pissed or stoned and regularly fall out of your body... check out, run away, escape reality.
Too scared or scarred to enter those less used rooms of YOUR body?
Or just wanna take a break from the stress and worry and overwhelm of not yet realising all the rooms in YOUR body; from the penthouse to the basement, from the laundry to the shit house, from the front tent flap to the rear zip window, are all INCLUDED in your one universal HOME. Why judge one room as better than the other? Why compare rooms at all? Why clean one and not the other?
Why cut off the flowers in the attic or the demons in the basement?
Why avoid reality of that real life clanger you just dropped in WC?
Why spray toxins in your hearth and heart kitchen to cover up glorious baked aromas?
Too Scared? Too dis integrated? Too perfect? Too people pleasing? Too worried? Too stressed?
Only YOU realise what you choose to be and see and hear and how your body temple actually is...
Locked UP in the ATTACHED head space attic, attached head over heels, attached attic head over thinking, attached attic anxious, attached attic dis embodied, up stairs hiding out, up stairs intellectualising and proselytising and preaching and converting all who enter your attic space and projecting a narrow small windowed tightly bound complex woo woo conversion philosophising?
How limited is YOUR attached attic body? Stuck in a tiny limiting elevated head space?
When the REAL party might be getting funky with the ghouls and ghosts and darkly messy bits in that shite house basement? Why exclude? Why limit? Why restrict? Why THINK one ROOM in your whole GLORIOUS home is better or worse than the other?
Yadda Yadda, mere child hood conditioning. Your folks, your raisers, your parents may have valued that head space attic more, so as a child YOU hung out there in that UPPER room to please your parents. To stay attached to the parent love we all want and need as a child so you went to that attic to stay attached. But the real you, the whole you, the curious and exploratory child just wanted to always know what was going on in that basement?
So dis you sneak down there to that mysterious, wonder FULL basement when no one was looking?
Or did you comply and oblige and follow mummies and daddies conditional love attached head orders?
Yes Mam, Yes Sir, "I will stay attached to a cloistered attic life YOU want me to have"
"I will obediently and strictly adhere To YOUR conditional limiting attic life, mummy and daddy..." for all my life... still attached to the life reality avoider dummy sucker stoner and baby alcohol bottle, but only during the societal happy clapping freer hours allowed when I get outa my cloistered attic limiting obedient head space and descend FULLY embodied into the rest of my body... let me get down outa my attached cloistered attic HEAD space and explore that dirty, dank, disgusting, off limits BASEMENT, but only whilst artificially pissed or honestly totally off my face escapissed stoned...
Thanks conditional mum thanks attached mind reasonable obedient dad for allowing me to muck up and be real for a moment whilst on the wacky weed or check out of attached attic baby bottle...
Si Si? See See?
Why THINK you even still NEED those artificial DOPAMINES (now) to get outa the conditionally locked up tight attic HEAD space and explore and integrate the whole wonder FULL respect FULL grace FULL basement? See those other rooms in your tent Ain't off limits, have NEVER been off limits, are NOT dank and dirty and disgusting at all... That was just an attached story you inherited from cloistered mummy and obedient daddy and compliant sister Polly Anna and a Level headed follower Brother Christian and absorbed by societal NONE sense and attached sold crapola from TV and attached worries attached warts and attached wankers from obedient following trendy social media inn flu anters and pretty peers and prettier pussy footers and prettiest wasted space cadets proudly bong sucking AND drinking the Office Tower Boss Hog Infected Water Cooler... then off to an after attic orifice happy clapping hour of get on The Cheep Cheep Piss and moan and whinge and clap your attached ham stir wheel selves "On Ze Back" for getting outa yo Ivory Trump Towers for just a second... then scamper home To That Attic and lock your dis integrated far from FULL self up TIGHT in that still pretty facade of a limited and limiting attached mind man shone... or tent flap or RV or whatever else gloats your attic boat...
When THAT wonder FULL curious UNLOCKED whole basement is simply waiting, waiting, waiting, for EWE to come clean and get down there (without the attached bong or attached baby bottle) and see what a FULL TOTAL WHOLE LIFE is really all about...
Or you can revert to inter generational attached MIND conditioning
once you sober up (NOT wake up...) in YOUR still cold hard dark of next daze...
and ON and On and On the conditioning continues... attached patterns of ground boss HOG style... attached patterns of bong and bottle style.... attached attic patterns of dis integrated head space overly intellectual attached reasonable MINDS far from whole or HOME style....
"I will blindly and obediently follow YOUR attached reason creed YOUR attached reason beliefs YOUR attached reason conditional limiting love of being stuck waaaay up there in a head space limited unlocked attic, because That's The Way We've Always Done It" Can I just have and steal and attach forever to YOUR love... and NOT have to create MY own love? I can always reach for a by pass bong or baby bottle IF you over there force me to create my own love though... see what YOU made me do...? Blaming Society? Blaming School? Blaming Media? Blaming Church? Blaming Mummy & Daddy & Sibling and partner and even YOUR own children GOD forbid.... all the while it is YOU who is still MIND attached tightly to that unlocked LIMITING far from whole attic... that recurring repeating pretty dis integrated pattern is FAR easier to blame and shame and FINGER point at "all those others over THERE..." than actually get off your arse and learn and take a small easy relaxed walk down YOUR stairs into YOUR own UNLOCKED dank, dark, dirty, disgusting shadowy basement... and give it a good dose of self love and self care and LIGHT HEARTED self knowledge....
see YOUR basement ain't so scared and scarred and scary after all... maybe NOW you can start to live a whole life? Maybe NOW you realise, there is NOTHING to realise? The basement was always there, just waiting for you to stop the chaos and crisis and drama of all those life avoiding reality avoiding attached mind bongs and attached mind by pass baby bottles and ANY other attached inter generational inherited MIND conditional limiting NONE SENSE...
So why stay stuck UP in YOUR inter generational conditional family attic attached limited head space... ? why even do that? why even chase something all around the world or neighbourhood or THINKING it is IN a place at all, when is just down stairs? In your OWN home? already, just waiting for you to descend out of that unlocked attic head space and simply stop the continual crisis and draining drama and complex chaos of being so self ignorant and limited and limiting... TO YOUR own dis integrated self... take a walk baby, simply go down stairs and enter your own UNLOCKED basement without the attached MIND adolescent crutches and welcome those ghostie ghoulies to your TOTALLY FUNKY ABSOLUTELY AWESOME home warming party... do NOT be afraid of YOUR own basement, Enter With Joy not trepidation, Welcome HOME all that fantastic mystery and magic and mayhem and simply allow it to be one part of a fully INTEGRATED you, and remember remain also mind UNATTACHED to BOTH your attic and your Basement. Two rooms, ONE total sweet spot home.
Then take another load off and visit The WC...
Then take another lode off and visit The Showering Blessings...
Then take another load off and cook me UP some bacon and some beans...
Then Just never stop loving me on my unattached terms and unattached conditions.
No attached MIND reasons, ever.
You are LOVED beyond reason for no reason BY your own UNREASONABLE True Self FIRST.
It does NOT need to make any sense at all.
For IF there is a reason attached, it sure as hell ain't FROM love...
might be an attached comfortable MIND attic,
over thinking attached anxious to avoid loneliness
all FOR routine rutted really boring all FOR love,
all OK of course, all included of course,
just LIMITING and LIMITED.
might be an attached LUST FULL fuck buddy basement,
For an attached mind gold digging comfortable manipulative convenience
all FOR love, all Ok of course, all MUTUALLY included, just LIMITING and LIMITED
and all those attached MIND relative limiting ATTIC terms and BASEMENT conditions are NOT a whole HOME. But you can still exist stuck waaaay UP there in by pass happy clapping drug addled ATTIC woo woo land or you can exist stuck waaaay DOWN there is attached stress worry dis ease dank dark depressed BASEMENT land. Stay stuck up or down MIND attached or wildly swinging dis integrated running from attic to basement people pleasing, trying to serve all the visitors and ghosts and ghouls and and and then back again RUNNING on repeat, running fast, dis integrated dis embodied dis ingenious on perpetual speed dial, or speed of bongs or baby bottles aboiding FULL life, still ungrounded, still uncentred, still far from whole with all those mummy demons and daddy angels and NONE sensical societal attachments still RUNNING your MIND attic (or basement) limiting show...
When you realise the basement is there, when you realise the kitchen is there, when that awesome whole home is already there and always has been... so why not explore every nook and cranny of your OWN tent? Flap, flap get to it...
Thinking that is what others expect YOUR home to be like or look like or feel like or what they want or need to come over and share and connect and relax in your own home? Fuck 'em. Be wholly at home in your own tent... flap flap get to it...
so IF you still NEED to attach to a happy clapping hour (or bong or baby bottle or anything else addictive) to avoid those flap flap rooms in YOUR body home that are still too scary or still off limits or still too sinfully "dirty" so YOU cop out and live a half anxious and half depressed life and avoid those rooms completely? Why even live such a fractured mind life, a dis integrated labelled and attached MIND NON sensical NON sensual half life? When a FULL life is already there, In plain sight.
Or you might THINK those rooms will go way...
if you ignore the,
if you avoid them
if you check out of reality
with over work
over drink
over think
over non sleep
blaming all those OTHERS over there
so you by pass those attic or basement dwellers all together and what happens?
They fester. That's what happens.
The attic flowers fester, the basement ghosts fester,
they sit there and go off... putrid, pus, infect, wilt, decay, atrophy, BUT they DO NOT go away until you enter The Rooms You Fear in YOUR own home and welcome it all home...
Integrate. Whole. Complete.
integrate so you BO NOT by pass and avoid those rooms you fear and THINK you will let them rot in hell... no no no hell is here, NOT there, heaven is here, NOT there, choose your ladder moment to moment...
Life It is mobile. Life It is NOT a fixed abode.
Your body is therefore vitally mobile,
but the mobile BODY is only the start,
it is your first and most obvious life layer.
Your body is where you live 24/7 and does not just feel well nourished with high energy food;
your body IS the portal to your soul and also rejects any mis aligned energy. Listen. Attune.
If your body starts rejecting certain places, people or things trust it and listen. More. Subtle, Nuanced. Silent. Simple. Listen. Attune to Your Own Beauty.
Then open that attic and open that basement and open your heart and open your WC and open your garage and open you tent flap and open your eyes and open your discerning deep clean unattached mind
An then what?
Nothing....
Just carry on
live life
Like we do
unattached to busy mind
unattached to over share
unattached to gossip and other insecure NONE sense
unattached to limitations and limiters and limiting what is possible
unattached to minding every one elses business (except your own)
unattached to MIND your own...
Freshen UP
Lighten Up
Centred and grounded as the sublime infinite
get to IT
Mudda duckers...
quack quack
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