"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

Full Summer Faeling~~
** Leo Rising // Sun in Cancer // Gemini Moon **

...made of Shadows. made of Light.
made of Roses. made of Night......................


----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]]]]]

~~Ode to Goddess

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

an ania

cosmic giggles

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~savour mortality~

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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)

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"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)

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after organizing my Tarot deck by candlelight and preparing for deeper studies with my new materials of knowledge, i drew one card, and it was the Moon, which made me very happy indeed…. and afterwards i went to sleep, and i dreamt….:

went into this huge thatched-roof house/mega cottage of some sort- was sort of as though i was playing a video game or something ;; there was this big cage with a giant’s pair of leather gloves inside- and there was a woman’s voice [coming from nowhere/everywhere/all around] giving occasional instructions as i went along- and a green glow came from the glove/cage area as i somehow started to use some sort of telekinesis to make the gloves float up into the air, and i could feel them as though i was wearing them, even though i wasn’t technically touching them up close or anything. then i went along and the woman’s bodiless voice of guidance/instructions started to smile as i found this pair of black, feathered wings— they were sort of worn and shabby looking and not that big, but they still seemed to be slightly alive. i put them on my back somehow, and went outside, where it was night; i could feel them lightly on my back, and closed me eyes, while imagining in my mind’s eye, as i breathed deeply with Intention, that i was breathing life back into the wings, and breathing the wings back into me, and with every breath i could feel the wings pumping out stronger, growing larger again, taking deeper and deeper root into my back, into my spine, until the wings had melded with my very being. i opened my eyes when i felt the full expansion of wing restoration surge through me in completeness, and a wave of light billowed out around me
~~i felt waves of bliss bubble up within me, and i dove up into the air, and was utter ecstasy embodied, to finally have the beloved, long-missed feeling of having my wings back! needless to say it was a bit of a maleficent-esque scene i suppose. i soared up, through an initial sheet layer of clouds- grey, rose-tinted, lavender and dark violet shades- bursting through the first layer, i continued up into the skyscape, through more layers of clouds. so vivid, the way my body swirled through the sky under the strong guidance of dearest wings that were once more apart of me…… when i finally started to fly back downward, i burst through the layers of clouds until i could see the ground again, and the reminder of gravity and solidground rather startled me and took me aback a bit, and my flying became less controlled. and as i spiraled straight down towards the earth, i could feel gravity growing stronger and i did my best to spread out the speed and force of my flight through widespread, sailing wings in big wide circles as i neared the ground, but my landing was still a bit messy and jarring, not as clean as i’d have liked, but everything was fine….

the space between


above all, it is a safe place. a sacred place.
it unfurls beautifully, and naturally.
as a garden, it needs tending to. sunlight, rain clouds, and hands gentle and true.
else it begins to grey and eventually decay.
but this is not inevitable, for there are some places that have not been visited for years on end, and are still as vibrant and warm as it ever was.
what do you think is the difference between the two paths?

following suggestions of sharing the mind, all feelings, showing how much one cares, and giving all, I received the most beautiful, simple, letter in response. an indication that the space between us is real. is safe, and is sacred.

and at the end, there were four words I so desperately needed to hear this past month or two.

it is, and I feel, indescribable.

soulhomework, symbol studies, reignited as i delve deeper into Tarot info and wisdoms so i don’t have to rely on the internet for future readings and can become more elaborate and knowledgeable with it all :)

eire is fantastic and i have rare, sporadic internet reliability, but i love the crew i’ve found here through the workaway website. found beloved souls, who work in the outdoors, have been looking after a delightful fellow cancerian toddler named erin, painting madly and exploring things together, and have gotten to go camping with them, on cruit isle for 11 days, through donegal, and now we are back in cavan, and it has all been saturated with the beloved soultalk drenching my spirit full of starlight.  even a bit of romance here, unexpected but muuuuch appreciated; thanks universe [;

more to Come, more to tell, ahhh not enough time, and not enough internet! meeting a leprechaun man soon! and hopefully visiting newgrange this weekend:D

mraow, all is well, and i am happy, and i am grateful, and i am full <33


Start seeing everything as God, But keep it a secret.


Hafez (via lazylucid)

Pieces of the Eire☆
Drinking Light,