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"jesus


don't want me for a sunbeam; sunbeams are not made like me."

Happy Easter, friends.

moon goddess of magick

come to me
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writing is

“Writing is an erotic device.  The imaginary gaze of the gentle reader has no function other than to give the word a new and strange consistency.  The reader is not an end; he is a means, an instrument that doubles the pleasure, in short a voyeur despite himself.”
— Jean Paul Sartre, introduction to Our Lady of the Flowers

words are

I shall look at you out of the corner of my eye and you will say nothing, said the fox.  Words are the source of misunderstandings.

― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

 

Renard Mort by Benjamin Goss
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“She speaks in shadows, there are always ghosts hidden between her words.”
VàZaki Nada

I heard there was a secret chord that David played & it pleased the Lord,


but you don't really care for music, do ya?
 

eve

"Evening Dress", Sheraton Hotel, April 2015

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"Be true to yourself."
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Words are

' Words are very
unecessary,
they can only
do harm. '

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Last night.
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euneirophrenia ii (norma jeane's dream)

this is all a dream 
and life as i know it
is held in heart
and palm of hand
beyond wonderland

'the rose'

" have you ever longed for her,
on nights that go on and on ?
for now her face is all a blur,
like a memory kept too long.
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'velvet'

' I want to gather the rubies that burst from 
the things you touch;
collect every artifact & label it miracle. "

la little fox

who sees
all beings
in his own 
self & his
own self in all
beings, loses
fear

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Euneirophrenia

Norma Jeane Dream.

"The last to see the stars"

Today is beautiful and you are thankful for the path that Life has led you down, and up, and through, and within, and without, too.  

For the way that you have been led, through moments of triumph and adversity, without every peak and every valley, you wouldn't be here in this shining moment.  And it is because of this you know beyond any doubt, that all is right in the world.  

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solipsism

I wonder if that's my purpose here;
wandering around aimlessly
never really
grasping or understanding 
what love truly is.

 

n u m b e r

number

ˈnəmbər/

noun

plural noun: numbers

  1. a count or measurement;

    expressed by a word, symbol, or figure.
     

  2. complement; an idea in one's mind denoting significance.

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Ocean baptism.
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"There is a magic moon tonight.
You won't be able to see her,
but her ghost will cast a spell on you."

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happy

happy ostara darling
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Forecast: Ostara Lover

The Vernal Equinox/Day of Ostara begins on March 20, 2015.  A powerful heavenly portal is opening up with a Total Solar Eclipse and New Dark Moon in Pieces on the very same day.  This is the most vibrant week of the year; a time of choosing new options and releasing the old.  

 

Synchronize your heart with that of the heavens.  These cosmic events will invoke powerful energies in and around the earth.  Your Real Self emerges in times of stillness; through meditation, prayer, and ritual offering gratitude for the gift of life and all that is, as well as all there is to be.  

 

Pieces energy encourages us to dream and visualize what we are able to contribute to create the world around and within us...  To be beautiful and courageous; to shine our light into the shadows and illuminate.  Change begins within each of us as we show ourselves love and kindness.  In doing so, we are encouraging others to do the same.  By shifting our vibrations even in the slightest, we contribute in unspoken and unseen ways to the universal web that connects us all.  Nothing is as it seems.

 

This is a pivotal time for breakthroughs and insights to grace your thoughts, words, and behavior.  Be brave and let go of old thought patterns as you embrace new paths and new ways of light.  

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Butterfly Mind:

 
"
Everything that has happened along the way—forget it.
Forget about the first love that broke your heart.
And forget about the last break too.
Forget the time a friend you thought was best pushed a knife in your back.
Forget the words and the spite that resound in your head.
Forget the trauma that injured your flesh or your bones.
Forget the rejection you felt when someone failed to recognise your value.
Forget the tears that cleansed your soul.
Forget the mistakes that everyone makes.
Forget what you gave, without return.
Forget the mistrust, the resentment and the jealousy.
Forget about lies, betrayal and deceit.
Forget about the ones that got away—they were not meant.
Forget the time someone tripped you and caused a fall.
Forget the times you gambled but forgot you could lose.
Forget about whispers and gossips and stories—it is all an illusion, the truth only lives in one self.
Forget about rules and regulations—make new.
Forget about thinking—let the mind sit still.
Forget about time—let your heartbeat decide.
Forget about fear, it will paralyse—it is useless.
Forget about perfection, it is unobtainable—imperfection is true beauty.
And forget about forgetting—allow the release to happen. Naturally.
Then try as you can, to remember this…
Everything is already a part of you, the lessons have been learned, the memories etched and the effects have sunk in.
There is no need to hold on—it all already exists, so allow it. Let it just be. Without grasping.
Without pressing repeat.
It all had a purpose, once, long ago. Even if it was yesterday, or a minute ago—it has now passed. Past.
So just breathe…and breathe again. Deeply.
Right here, right now.
You are alive. You survived. In this very moment, this one… here…
You can choose. Choose to live.
Run. Fly. Wildly.
Begin again.
And begin to feel alive.
Feel.
Everything and nothing and all in between—feel it all. Flushing through your veins—let it in, let it sit and then let it go.
Slowly, but very surely, replace all of the forgotten with all of the new.
Add to it, mix to it, blend whoever you were, who you are now with who you are about to become.
Alchemy—turn it to gold. Turn you. It is easy. Try. All of you. Every part.
Stir the storms with the rainbows, the pleasure with the pain. Create.
Forget the old. Sprinkle in new.
Stardust. Magic. Wanderlust. Mystery. Moonlit skies. Forests. Deserts. Sparkle. Dance. Have faith. Go. Find. Don’t look far. It is there. It always was, always has been. Right there, right here. Right now.
Be free.
And each time you are overwhelmed, or hurt, or angry or in pain—go back to the top, read once more, unlearn, forget and begin again.

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in-sight

“ I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery... I thought,
'This is what it is to be happy.' ” 
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

The waking world is too heavy at times.

Asleep in a Foreign Place by Moki

I wish you had the words for days like today but perhaps the best thing to do is just go back to bed and hope that your emotions are soothed under and through the veil of sleep.  The waking world is too heavy at times.  
I comprehend you in all your complexity; asleep in a foreign place.

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"You've got the moon on a string..."

The moon goddess from my Californian window.  
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