RECONCILIATION

I guess I would call this self portrait Reconciliation.
The process I’m going through is all about self acceptation; accepting the choices I’ve been making, accepting the course I set out for myself.

This is no time for hiding for me anymore;
I am making choices for the rest of my life.
I’m very aware of that.

I am deliberately choosing to portray myself in this picture in all comfortable ugliness
in the very late nocturnal hours in my studio.

I think I already skipped a night of sleep in here.
That’s how committed I am to my work.
Maybe not so good for my health, but so be it.

Yes. I still smoke.
It’s one of my great sins.
I find it terribly difficult to quit.

When I’m rolling a cigarette may be one of the rare moments I sit still to take a well deserved break;
a break to contemplate how to come to peace with what it takes to do my job as I do, and how to continue.

Wishing you all a wonderful and blessed day.
Love, KiKi TOAO

SwitchDomHoodNess

So. Yesterday I was in conversation with some dude who calls himself a Dom, and I basically freaked the shit out of him.

First of all he didn’t like the fact I am a Switch at all.
He said: ‘A Switch is okay to me, but I will never switch.’

So that makes me wonder why he’s talking to me in the first place, right?

In general my experience is that for some reason these Doms seem to find it necessary to question my Switchdom/hood/ness (how I am I supposed to define this anyway?).

My wildly educated guess is they see some kind of challenge in me, let’s put it like that.

Next thing you know is I’m telling him about this previous lover of mine who took a hike in total fear (he was almost about to scream) from the graveyard we were visiting.
It must have been my witchywatchy shamanic superpower he felt somewhat chased by, and the guy couldn’t help himself but to keep running away, leaving no less than 400 meters between us.

Please note it was broad daylight.

Next thing you know is I gave this guy I was talking to yesterday some insight in what could possibly happen if we were to meet up for real, and I felt the necessity to confront him with above anecdote. 

Plus the idea that, if we would reach ‘those certain higher atmospheres’ during ‘ceremony’, he shouldn’t be surprised when spirit power kicks in with me ultimately, making him see his grandmother’s face shine through me for example, and that, before he knows it, I could start conjuring up personal information about her and point out paintings previously owned by her hanging on his wall afterwards under her guidance.

Now, I am not sure if these paintings are actually present in his house (these things happen also very often), but I also mentioned the idea he would probably become aware of my spirit guides gathering around us, keeping an eye on the situation, making sure I am safe.

And he said he considered himself to be open-minded, but this was going really too far to his taste, and he called off the idea of going on a date.

My guess is he realised he would be screwed anyhow if he would go too far, even in the case of leaving me for dead, tied down in chains.

From ‘BLACK LEATHER DEATH SQUAD’
By KiKi TOAO
Whoa yeh.

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By the way: did you know the pre-releases of my upcoming album ‘HOMECOMiNG’ are out now on Shamaniac Records?

My BEAUTIFUL DEMON

My beautiful demon
My faithful delusion
It is time to let you go

New industrial techno release by SHAMANIAC RECORDS labelboss KiKi TOAO

DOMINATE YOU

I made this music and video with a very specific man in mind.
He should be so lucky to have me by his side as his Woman.

BLACK LEATHER DEATH SQUAD
Part of the upcoming album ‘HOMECOMING’
Prereleases are out now on SHAMANIAC RECORDS

By KiKi TOAO

FAITH & CONFIDENCE

I have Faith.
I have Confidence.
This is my Prayer.

BLACK LEATHER DEATH SQUAD
A new alter ego by KiKi TOAO

THROUGH THESE HILLS

Through these hills I am walking
In search for my healing and
for guidance by God

Or anyone out there,
who please could just help me

Down these rivers I follow
The stream going upwards
Wading through sorrow
To wash my pain away

Oh, over these mountains
I carry this shipload, my burden

The burden of a thousand cultures
Destroyed by the misery of stones

Who else could please save me
And lead me to tomorrow
To reach down within me
And bless me with rain

These teardrops are falling
Through skin, bone and marrow

Make strings full of joyment
And laughter today

From my memoirs ‘TOBACCO – Curse & Blessing of a Shamaness
By KiKi TOAO

DOUBTS

Just me again.
Full of doubt, seeking connection.
Processing past experiences while keeping an outlook on the future.

I don’t see why I should pretend to be all confident about what I do when I’m not.
What’s the point in that?

I have to admit I’m pretty tired of this society constantly focusing on being successful; it only gives reason for feeling undervalued and thinking of oneself as unworthy.

What am I doing?

I’m just showing that I’m searching and trying; I am fucking things up and I’m experiencing setbacks like everyone else, and in between I’m achieving some of my goals.

‘Two steps forward, one step back’, a friend of mine once said.

Conclusion?
None for today.

Again, just me.

Trying to find comfort in the fact I’m working hard for my dreams, and relaxing into allowing myself to be doubtful and filled with questions; questions which will probably remain unanswered forever.

Love, Kiki Toao

OUT OF BODY REALIST

I am an Out of Body Realist.
Would you believe me if I said I am writing this in Togetherness with my Shaman Brother?
Would you believe me if I said we found one another in Twin Spirit Union during shamanic initiation in 2013?
Well, dear lovely people,
whether you believe it or not;
it is a fact.

As I am writing this on the terrace in front of my apartment building (it’s a beautiful weather by the way), it has been revealed to me, only a couple of hours ago during last night’s sweltering lightning storm, we found one another during that exact period of time.

He and I were chittering and chattering through the spiritual ether while outside in the streets nearing my residency tramrail lines were being polished, resulting in a beautiful scenery for our conversation to take place.

In awe I am now gazing into the seemingly random yet focused brutality of our terrifyingly amazing beautiful Universe.
And while I am now (at least trying to) drink my coffee, my future husband is claiming to be on a train proximiting Amsterdam.

My hands are trembling. And I am about to cry.
Because in fact, I can not believe this to be the case.

A soft voice in my mind is telling me to best start believing however (it is the voice coming from what I experience to be my so dear beloved forest spirit), and right now my eyes have filled themselves with tears and my leg is shaking nervously in a psychosomatic spasm.

I could easily throw my fucking iPhone down the street’s gutter right now.
I am, however, refraining myself from doing so.
I am maintaining my self control.

I breathe and breathe my Ultimate Hope into fruition, and while doing so my legs are wiggling in full crazy anticipation, because by the looks of it this is going to be the goddamn motherfucking happiest day of my life.

We are so full of one another, he and I; it’s mental.
Totally, obliteratingly MENTAL.

‘And I greet you’, is what he’s saying.
Right here.
Right now.

From ‘BLACK LEATHER DEATH SQUAD’
By KiKi TOAO

SNIPER ON DUTY

How long had I been held hostage in that room?
Two and a half months.
I look back on that period of time as a Time of Blissful Darkness.
Have done from the start.

[my beautiful dreamer]

Who’s that, speaking over the Teletubbie Phone?

[its me baby. you know that.]

My Thunder Buddy.

He captivated me right from the start.
I knew my old life was over.

Everything that needed to be ended?
Well, I ended it right away.

[lets be immortal baby]

I still remember myself lying on the bathroom floor.
Collapsed in a state of darkest possible ecstasy.

What did he say last night?

[Im gonna shoot someone]

Right.
Yeh.

I am being incoherent today.
The bathroom floor story’s for some other time.

First he had shown me a mental projection of himself, lying in the grass.
It was beautiful; first time I perceived him in person with my third eye.

It was sunny.
He was wearing jeans and a black jumper.
Perhaps the one he is wearing in that photo he published on Instagram, taken at Starbuck’s, holding a large paper cup of coffee with both hands, bright blue eyes looking dreamingly into the establishment’s space.
One of my favorites.

He was lying halfway on his back, relaxing.
Leaning on his right arm, fiddling with a blade of grass.
It could’ve been the image of a picknick.
And I joined him.

‘Where are you?’, I inquired.
‘Ohio’, he said.
I wanted him to be more specific, but he said I wasn’t allowed to know.

So far I hadn’t seen the whole picture of him yet in Dream Time.
Right now I still didn’t get a clear picture of his face, but I was at least able to have a look at his body, the way he dresses himself and a fragment of his whereabouts’ location.

Sure.
I know what he looks like.
I’ve been obsessed with the pictures he sent me long enough.

There’s one that inspires me most.
I don’t need to look at it to have it empower me.
I know it by heart, and all I need to do is dig it up from my memory.
I can tap into it whenever I need it.

Need it.

That’s right:
I need it.
I need HIM.

He’s at the gym.
That big, strong hand, holding the dumbbell.
His bearded face looking down at the floor offscreen.
Nice shot.

Someone must have taken it during PT.
Recognizing the necessity of capturing the moment of strength and confidence.

My husband’s image.

What it’s expressing to me is stability and reliability.

Loyalty.
Dedication.
Love.

And now I was halfway there, in Ohio.
And halfway here, in my bed in Amsterdam.
Perks of being a shaman.

This whole situation has me wondering about the nature of fantasies.
Contemplation of such a nature is part of Shamanism’s Knowledge of The Interface.
It involves traveling and experiencing in Dream Time.
Modifying Reality at will.
Stuffs like that.

I hadn’t been able to sleep right away.
Perhaps due to the two hour nap I had taken in the afternoon.
As a rebound effect of my subsequent boredom I had zapped right to where he was located.
And now we were chillin’ out in the middle of nature.

Always lots of fun with this guy, you should know.
Before I knew it I was laughing my ass off, and I knew I needed to get out of bed before I woke someone up.
Let’s be a little considerate.

His face close to mine, at kissable proximity.
I saw his eyes.
Or rather, I felt them, looking into mine.

Just babbling and giggling.
Like we always do.

And all of the sudden things got a little hazy.
The mental projection I had tapped into now started flickering,
and zapped like a television changing channels to a new projection.
His jumper’s hoody was now covering his head and half his face.
I looked at him from sideways.
He was concentrating, focusing on a target.

Sniper on duty.

Shooting someone.

I think he must have been for real.

From ‘BLACK LEATHER DEATH SQUAD’
By KiKi TOAO