"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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"…a drink…it’s like bees and honey. Each bee makes only a tiny, tiny drop of honey. It takes thousands of them, millions perhaps, all working together, to make the pot of honey you have on your breakfast table.

Now imagine that you could eat nothing but honey. That’s what it’s like for my kind of people…. we feed on belief and prayers, on love. It takes a lot of people believing just the tiniest bit to sustain us. That’s what we need, instead of food. 


And soma is……  to take the analogy further, it’s honey wine. Mead.’ He chuckled. ‘It’s a drink; concentrated prayer iand belief, distilled into a potent licquer.”

-American Gods 309

…it IS like that though- that’s exactly how it is-

like Drinking in peoples’ Belief- belief in Love, in Magic or Faeries, or ESP or Holy things/God…..the Belief, and the Wonder, of a sparkling Heart, or a properly swirling Soul-

it’s that soultalk, these very flying sparks that wake my sleeping soul back up and turn my heart on, every time~

-and then, if you can turn  that light-switch on and activate that bubbling wonder or awe- Elicit, 

invite their souls to come peaking, then glowing, then shining out of their eyes, more strongly and brightly-

You Shine into them,

they Shine into You

[think Darshan]

-Drinking each other’s Light, you See~~

and it pours freely into the world at every such glowing release, and the whole collective sphere grows a little brighter each time…

(—Because All is God,

and we are all Gods—)


Yasumasa Morimura

"The eye is the first circle; the horizon which it forms is the second; and throughout nature this primary figure is repeated without end. It is the highest emblem in the cipher of the world. St. Augustine described the nature of God as a circle whose centre was everywhere, and its circumference nowhere.

The life of man is a self-evolving circle, which, from a ring imperceptibly small, rushes on all sides outwards to new and larger circles, and that without end. The extent to which this generation of circles, wheel without wheel, will go, depends on the force or truth of the individual soul.”


Ralph waldo emmerson

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….


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)


"Free Day"
by Broken Fingaz Crew