"I'm half child, half ancient."
-bjork on her age


[[obsessed with souls, and Flow, and Glow]]



~reading the Language of Symbols- of Archetype- and of the Soul of the Universe



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Full Summer Faeling~~
** Leo Rising // Sun in Cancer // Gemini Moon **
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...made of Shadows. made of Light.
made of Roses. made of Night......................


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----a bleedingly heartful combination of Romantic & Cosmic Shite ----




~Bipolar Bodhisattva~
for i am both the olde voracious whore of babylon who drinks of Blood, and a Virgin Mary incarnate
...suicide karma; shadowplay; and godly dances...
/taphophile & graveyard faerie\




[[[[[synchronicities, dreams, and astral things]]]]]

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CURRENT MOON

"Those who shun the whimsy of things will experience rigor mortis before death.”
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~savour mortality~


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Shadow was in a dark place, and the thing staring at him wore a buffalo’s head, rank and furry with huge wet eyes. Its body was a mans body, oiled and slick.
‘Changes are coming,’ said the buffalo without moving its lips. ‘There are certain decisions that will have to be made.’
Firelight flickered from wet cave walls.
‘Where am i?’ Shadow asked.
‘In the Earthand under the Earth,’ said the buffalo man. ‘You are where the forgotten wait.’ His eyes were liquid black marbles, and his voice was a rumble from beneath the world. He smelled like wet cow. ‘Believe,’ said the rumbling voice. ‘If you are to survive, you must Believe.’
‘Believe what?’ asked Shadow. ‘What should i believe?’
He stared at Shadow, the buffalo man, and he drew himself up huge, and his eyes filled with fire. He opened his spit-flecked buffao mouth and it was red inside with the flames that burned inside him, under the Earth.
‘EVErything,’ roared the buffalo man.
The world tipped and spun, and Shadow was back on the plane once more; but the tipping continued ….

{American Gods~ Neil Gaiman}

"The 78 cards in the tarot deck carry an extraordinary ability to mirror who you are. They provide an immediate access to your deeper self too, whether you call this your intuition, soul, inner guide, divine messenger, or guardian angel. The tarot ‘speaks’ a language that is universal because it taps into the archetypal realms that permeate your unconscious. These are universal qualities that are the most basic patterns of human feelings, ideas, and thoughts.

…Crowley believed the tarot was an intelligence, a living force, and a key to the archetypal world within the self….”

-the Tarot Bible

i realized almost right away of him,

that he was made of a deep, strong goodness that stretched all the way down to the core of the earth; 

and that if i curled up inside his sturdy, peaceful form, 

i would be verrry firmly held and warmed indeed….

"then i caught your Eyes….

please,

can i keep them with me,

for a future time-

to help me, when i try to Fly?”

[ayla nereo/wildlight- live inside a dream]

and the Trees smiled, and Breathed with me,

as i returned to the state of Gratitude, and of Love, and filled with that remarkable glow once more, the only glow that drives me, the one i live for~

~~the Year the Curiosity Returned~~
Souls love. That’s what souls do. Egos don’t, but souls do. Become a soul, look around, and you’ll be amazed-all the beings around you are souls. Be one, see one.
-Ram Dass (via thequotesiquote)

(via zingara84)

finally, got to traipse about some lovely old castle ruins!!
enjoying Castle Roche with Denise & lil Erin, the lovelies i found through workaway; the wee lass i’ve been minding in exchange for housing and food (:
At any moment, you have a choice, that either leads you closer to your spirit or further away from it.
- Thích Nhất Hạnh (via beautiful-ambition)

(Source: purplebuddhaproject, via zingara84)

falltoplace:

"Free Day"
by Broken Fingaz Crew
When you are inspired by some great purpose, some extraordinary project, all your thoughts break their bonds: Your mind transcends limitations, your consciousness expands in every direction, and you find yourself in a new, great, and wonderful world. Dormant forces, faculties and talents become alive, and you discover yourself to be a greater person by far than you ever dreamed yourself to be.
-Patanjali (via sacredfemininegypsyheart)

(Source: songsabouttheunspeakable, via sacreddeviant)

Much of magic as I understand it in the Western occult tradition is the search for the Self, with a capital S. This is understood as being the Great Work, as being the gold the alchemists sought, as being the Will, the Soul, the thing we have inside us that is behind the intellect, the body, the dreams. The inner dynamo of us, if you like. Now this is the single most important thing that we can ever attain, the knowledge of our own Self. And yet there are a frightening amount of people who seem to have the urge not just to ignore the Self, but actually seem to have the urge to obliterate themselves. This is horrific, but you can almost understand the desire to simply wipe out that awareness, because it’s too much of a responsibility to actually posses such a thing as a soul, such a precious thing. What if you break it? What if you lose it? Mightn’t it be best to anesthetize it, to deaden it, to destroy it, to not have to live with the pain of struggling towards it and trying to keep it pure? I think that the way that people immerse themselves in alcohol, in drugs, in television, in any of the addictions that our culture throws up, can be seen as a deliberate attempt to destroy any connection between themselves and the responsibility of accepting and owning a higher Self and then having to maintain it.
-Alan Moore (via sonofyggdrasil)

(Source: tomhammel, via sacreddeviant)