You have now been labeled a conspiracy theorist & a Danger to society by the masses through questioning Government or Data.
Though people don’t generally trust politicians with opposing viewpoints, which is now not so visible. Family debate and getting heated over differences in opinion is no longer a consensus. Now its science & Government perspective only & you no longer are intelligent enough to research or form your thoughts
( period) …
Where once we seemingly encouraged critical thinking, we now condemn it. Where once ( The people ) with educations and insights outside of Medicine and Government were…
Oh to be carried by the wind, and curiously brave enough to ride the internal intuitive ways of investigating one’s day — allowing that inner world of knowing to be the compass of one’s travels and activity.
I pondered my next piece of writing, and as the fragments before this — I allowed myself to be lured into the perfect subject without mechanical efforts.
A theme as of late is the fusion of Art, Herbs & Intuition. …
I hope you hear my sentiments, the way they rush from my soul and drip from my tongue.
I want to bathe in your majesty, the crown that makes you. I want to love so deeply that space where you reside aches if I’m not concentrated on you. I want to spin mad ribbons through us, waves of galaxies through us.
Let us stand underneath a forest strung with fairy lights, our breath misting between us — revealing heat we create, only witnessed because of the cold air.
I want your heart to sing when I’m near and your soul…
PEACE lies within the “NOT CARING.” & “STARTING NOW”
I want to dance in the light of the moon, under the stars barefoot in the snow with the pulse of feverish refuge coursing through my veins.
I’ve lived this long, and I’ve surrendered — surrendered to the “not caring” not caring what others think.
Watch me as the evening air kisses my neck, watch me, the way I dance, the way my dress slips off of me and I’m naked.
It’s not about who is watching, for at the end whoever sees me is invited and whoever sees the surface…
Venus in Aquarius — Empress Dressed as the Star
Months ago I had a series of dreams, strange things were whispering to me in the night. The Deities and the worlds of the Occult were ushering into the lens of sleepy yet piercing messages.
I had already lamented in some peculiar and striking details as of late in regards to my slumber. This dream precluded my defined inquiry. Shortly after this dream, I would ask myself quite specifically
It isn’t every day that people will take so literal the guidance of their subconscious, but I love a wonderland as such…
Few things encourage a fever in my body as quickly as being called Witchy. Yesterday I was called witchy for the first time in 3 years.
I did quite well I think considering the deep triggers I have associated with it. I quickly asserted proper boundaries for both of us and went on with my day.
How Long will the WITCH be burned, chastised, hated, beaten down?
What is a witch? What is deemed witchy?
A WOMAN by nature when in tune with her femininity and intuition by virtue may appear “ so-called witchy.”
For over a decade I stopped…
Since I was a toddler, I remembered a Home outside this world. I distinctly remember a picture hanging on the wall above my bed. I was 1 or 2 years old, the picture attached in a brass looking frame that was typical of the ’80s. It was a print of a stick horse; the colors were pastel and light hues.
I remember the pinks & blues and the watercolor effect and softness I felt looking at it.
I remember laying on my bed and pointing to the painting telling my mom that it was Home, I meant the colors.
I was seated in a train of sorts, older style wooden interior, there was a roof, but no windows, so you could stick your face and upper body out and see above and around as the train sped along. It almost felt more like a street car, and yet we were on a vast highway. The train was stuffed with people, but unlike my usual enchantment with wanting to have personal space and bury my head in a book or my phone, or close my eyes and meditate — recluse from the world. Today I didn’t mind the people.
~Manly P. Hall
The Alchemist realizes that he himself is the Philosopher’s Stone, and that this stone is made diamond-like when the salt and the sulphur, or the spirit and the body, are united through mercury, the link of mind. Man is the incarnated principle of mind as the animal is of emotion. He stands with one foot on the heavens and the other on the earth. His higher being is lifted to the “celestial” spheres, but the lower man ties him to matter. Now the philosopher, building his sacred stone, is doing so by harmonizing his spirit and his body. The result is the Philosopher’s Stone. The hard knocks of life chip it away and facet it until it reflects lights from a million different angles.
~ Manly P. Hall, The Initiates of the Flame.