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The courage to be, again, as we once were.
My skull is my cathedral
Where this matrimort takes place
I thank her for her integrity
I am her hopekeeper
I assure hope is there
At all times
π²ππ¨π¦π ππ¨π¦ππ²
Come with me, my love
To the sea, the sea of love
I want to tell you
How much I love you
π²ππ¨π¦π ππ¨π¦ππ²
β The Little Mermaid watches The Prince, Heinrich Lefler, 1910.
Π§ΠΈΡΠ°ΡΡ ΠΏΠΎΠ»Π½ΠΎΡΡΡΡ…
Many a morning I have woke
Longing to ask her what she's mourning
Of course I know it can't be spoke
I love you in the morning
My angel of the west
I love you in the evening
And I will do my very best
I'll do my very best
π²ππ¨π¦π ππ¨π¦ππ²
Love alone, whether experienced or remembered, is enough. No additional demands need to be made. Within the depths of life's obscurity, there is no other treasure to be sought. Those who endure suffering due to love, love even more intensely. To perish from love is to truly live through it.
She loved with boundless ardour, oblivious to distinctions. She remained ignorant of its nature, whether it was virtuous or wicked, benevolent or perilous, essential or incidental, eternal or transient, permitted or forbidden: she simply loved.
Love makes the pain of our past worth healing. Worth unveiling. Worth sorting through to make better sense of. Our true destiny lies in love. The meaning of life is not discovered in isolation, but rather in the companionship of another, draw closer, find eachother, feel.
Π§ΠΈΡΠ°ΡΡ ΠΏΠΎΠ»Π½ΠΎΡΡΡΡ…
Mine is the choice of Luthien, and as she has chosen, both the sweet and the bitter.
Π§ΠΈΡΠ°ΡΡ ΠΏΠΎΠ»Π½ΠΎΡΡΡΡ…
A stone circle stands, a relic of long ago. Majestic stones, weathered and strong, silent witnesses to a celestial song.
Bathed in Luna light, the stones align, a celestial pattern, ancient and divine. Their solemn presence, a mystical key, unlocking the realm of possibility.
Whispers of legends, love and pain carried on the breeze, echoing through the night, among the trees. Tales of druids and rituals gone by, where spirits dance beneath the starry sky.
In the heart of the circle, a sense of awe, connected to nature, bound by a cosmic law. A convergence of earth and celestial art, a sanctuary where souls find their part.
Nothing surpasses the affection a wolf harbors for the rabbit it refrains from devouring.
Π§ΠΈΡΠ°ΡΡ ΠΏΠΎΠ»Π½ΠΎΡΡΡΡ…
Tell me, when you find the words, where youβll lay at the end of things. Iβll find you there.
Π§ΠΈΡΠ°ΡΡ ΠΏΠΎΠ»Π½ΠΎΡΡΡΡ…
You are the marrow in my bones and the blood in my veins, I shall give you my body, that the two might be one, I shall give you my whole soul, until our world ends.
Π§ΠΈΡΠ°ΡΡ ΠΏΠΎΠ»Π½ΠΎΡΡΡΡ…
Remember always that new Nobles are at first described as monsters.
The Immortal forces that control the destiny of many though the Fates decides each of their paths. Striving ever for more, for conquest is never done, those who seek greater justiceβwhatever their causeβmust make tactical choices. This is where the primordial and nameless pagan tenacity of our bloodlines is unlocked, raising yourself above yourself, you will triumph above all.
We become the fruits of our actions.
Π§ΠΈΡΠ°ΡΡ ΠΏΠΎΠ»Π½ΠΎΡΡΡΡ…
This world is not good. It does not welcome us. you have to be better, hard, unrepentant. Your ally does not have to be your friend, use the resources you have.
Remember there is no safe space left. We only get so many chances. Those you do, take. If you care just little enough, in just the right way, you can do anything. One day is enough. We will have our lands untamed again. You and I both deserve better than this.
Maybe, thinking about it now, we were trying to figure out how to make love in such a way as to make time not matter at all, or defeat it for awhile. Which we did for a while.
Π§ΠΈΡΠ°ΡΡ ΠΏΠΎΠ»Π½ΠΎΡΡΡΡ…
In the stillness of the night, as the world surrenders to the embrace of darkness, I find solace in the whispers of my ancestors. With reverence and longing, I engage in sacred conversation, telling them the story of us and speaking of my distant love in poetic prose.
Β
I speak with those who came before me, those whose blood runs through my veins, and whose wisdom resides within my soul.
Β
With each word, I seek guidance from my ancestors, drawing upon their ancient wisdom to understand the complexities of love. They, too, have known the ache of separation and the yearning for connection. In their eternal presence, I find solace, knowing that they understand the sincerity of my affection and the threads of fate that have woven our lives together.
Β
As the night wanes and dawn approaches, I feel a sense of peace wash over me, knowing that my words have reached their destination. I trust that they carry the essence of my love and my hope.
In the shimmering depths of the ocean, the little mermaid gazed longingly at the distant shores. From her hidden perch among the coral reefs, she watched as the prince, with his flowing golden locks and captivating smile, strolled along the sandy beaches.
Every day, she would swim closer, her heart aching with unrequited love. She marveled at his laughter, his charismatic presence, and his noble nature. Her vibrant tail flicked in excitement as she observed his interactions with the world above, yearning to be a part of his world.
With each passing day, her fascination grew deeper. She studied his every move, his gestures, and the way his eyes sparkled under the sun's warm embrace. She memorised the sound of his voice, even though she could not hear it herself. She was entranced by his mere existence, a radiant beacon of hope in her underwater realm.
Hidden beneath the waves, the little mermaid knew her love was destined to remain unspoken. She was a creature of the sea, and he a prince of the land. The gulf between them seemed insurmountable, and her heart swelled with a bittersweet ache.
But still, she continued to watch. She watched as he sailed upon his regal ship, his hair billowing in the wind. She watched as he danced with noble ladies at grand balls, his laughter mingling with theirs. And she watched as he walked along the shore, unaware of the mermaid whose heart beat only for him.
Her longing grew unbearable, and yet she knew she could never be a part of his world. Though her love burned bright, it was a love that could never be fulfilled. For in the depths of her being, she understood the sacrifice it entailed.
And so, the little mermaid remained a silent observer, etching the image of the prince deep into her soul. She treasured these stolen moments, these fleeting glimpses of the man who had captured her heart.
In her hidden world beneath the waves, the little mermaid watched the prince, a silent guardian of his happiness. And though her love remained unspoken, it shimmered in her eyes as she dreamed of a love that could never be.
I've encountered you in the past. I've witnessed all your flaws and imperfections. Itβs as if your body seems to be going to great lengths to conceal something precious deep within you.
Your soulmate was never meant to be flawless. Instead, you were destined to recognise the cracks in her soul and fill them with the unique qualities you possess, just as she was meant to do for you. Together, you would become whole, sharing your voices and hearts with one another. Harmonising with the cosmic symphony, embracing the beauty of imperfection, authenticity, and rawness.
I never desired perfection any more than I yearn to be perfect myself. Imperfection is what I seekβa flawed, imperfect version of you. To run my fingers over your soul, and gently pour my love into each crack I find.
The gentle touch of sunshine rejuvenates my delicate spirit. Lately, I have been feeling engulfed in melancholy, seeking solace in seclusion. Those who are familiar with me understand my fluctuating state of sadness, as there are significant voids in my life that ache within my heart.
Navigating through life proves to be challenging, and I find refuge in envisioning a Fairyland. Though this may appear peculiar to outsiders, it is my defense against the relentless assault of modern society. Each experience penetrates my rabbit heart like an arrow, and I firmly believe there is nothing amiss in creating a world that allows us to endure when almost everything in this ailing society breeds sorrow. If you too can resonate with this sentiment, please know that you are not alone.
I implore you to persevere, to occupy your rightful space, and to make your voice heard. You are acknowledged, valued, and indispensable. Above all, remember that you are Always loved.
π²ππ¨π¦π ππ¨π¦ππ²
Π§ΠΈΡΠ°ΡΡ ΠΏΠΎΠ»Π½ΠΎΡΡΡΡ…
The shadow does not hold sway yet. There is still hope.
Π§ΠΈΡΠ°ΡΡ ΠΏΠΎΠ»Π½ΠΎΡΡΡΡ…
Do you remember when we first met?
I thought I had wandered into a dream.
Long years have passed. You did not have the cares you carry now. Do you remember what I told you?
You said you'd bind yourself to me, forsaking the immortal life of your people.
And to that I hold. I would rather share one lifetime with you than face all the ages of this world alone.
I choose a mortal life.
You cannot give me this.
It is mine to give to whom I will. Like my heart.
π²ππ¨π¦π ππ¨π¦ππ²
As I bared my soul to her, the moon reciprocated by immersing me in her tranquil radiance, a manifestation of complete acceptance. It had been a while since I felt seen and heard, but she embraced me, assuring me that my emotions were valid. With her, I knew that no matter how stormy the journey became, I was always supported.
Tonight, beneath this full buck moon, I behold you, and I am captivated by your resilience. I am here to echo her voice for you who seeks solace todayβYou are doing so well.
I perceive your sorrow, your apprehension, and your magnificence. I witness your incredible strength, the immense burden you bear, and your resilience in the face of this unprecedented earthly tempest.
I ache to hold you around the fire again, as we gaze at the moon. Until then, no matter the distance that separates us, the moon will persistently assure us that we are not alone and I will remind myself that you too are gazing at her, connecting us in ways that transcend physical proximity.
The intertwined connection of love encompasses a profound enigma: the duality of consuming and being consumed. Our affection is solely reserved for the individual we can devour. Conversely, the person we despise is indigestible; they cause us revulsion, even inducing nausea. Even our closest companions remain inedible; the mere thought of sinking our teeth into their flesh repulses us. Yet, our beloved is the sole object of our dreams, where the desire to consume them consumes us. It is a precarious balance, teetering on the edge of ambivalence.
The tale of torment itself is an exquisite one. To love is to yearn for consumption, to possess the ability to devour, and yet to halt at the precipice. It is in that infinitesimal moment between impulse and restraint that fear rushes in. The leap is already suspended in mid-air, the heart momentarily ceases, and then soars once more. Love revolves around this process of assimilation.
Simultaneously, genuine love is an intangible touch, an almost-contact. It is the very essence of tactβa phantom sensation.
Devour me, my love, or else I shall devour you.
There exists a trepidation of consumption, a fear of the edible, emanating from the one who feels loved, desired, yearning to be loved and desired, yearning to be yearned for. They recognise that the other's appetite serves as the ultimate testament of love. They ache to be devoured, whether explicitly expressed or conveyed through unspoken gestures. They implore, "I beseech you, consume me. Crave me to my core." Yet, they strive to keep themselves alive amidst this devouring. However, often, they find themselves wavering or compromising, for they know deep down that, in the end, you will not consume them. And so, they urge you: "Bite me."
Engrave my demise with the imprint of your teeth.
Just as a fire is covered by smoke, a mirror obscured by dust, as the embryo rests deep within the womb, wisdom is hidden by selfish desire. Only the worthy will receive her gift of the highest red elixir. You will come to know her as your Mother. It is in the infinite black of her womb that our rebirth takes form.
Π§ΠΈΡΠ°ΡΡ ΠΏΠΎΠ»Π½ΠΎΡΡΡΡ…
Hochwald, Christian Schad, 1936. German, 1894-1982.
Π§ΠΈΡΠ°ΡΡ ΠΏΠΎΠ»Π½ΠΎΡΡΡΡ…
As we force ourselves deeper down the rabbit hole in our own paths we face many trials and if we make it far enough, we begin to see beyond the masks we have fallen in love with and see beyond the causal way of percieving the Numinous, this is when we see the true face of the Minotaur at the center of the Labyrinth.
We look face to face with the great Bull when we enter this path and it seems the entire way we seek to understand it, to see through the lies of this causal dimension but nothing remains stagnant in this path and the road seems to twist and turn and never end but such is the true essence of life, we must experience these changes ourselves to become worthy and it is the experience itself that is the entire purpose.
Some circumstances are beyond your scope of influence to begin with. Some impediments thieve your autonomous power away. There are things which are not preventable, defying control.
No, you may not be able to evade every inhibition, every hindrance to your will. But you can seize it back. One turn, after all, deserves anotherβso make it your turn now.
You are your own universe of triumph and tragedy.
She shines
In a world full of ugliness
She matters
When everything is meaningless
Fragile
She doesn't see her beauty
She tries to get away
Sometimes
It's just that nothing seems worth saving
I can't watch her slip away
She reads the minds of all the people as they pass her by
Hoping someone can see
If I could fix myself I'd...
We'll find the perfect place to go where we can run and hide
I'll build a wall and we can keep them on the other side
But they keep waiting
And picking and picking
It's something I have to do
I won't let you fall apart
I was there, too
Before everything else
I was like you
I won't let you fall apart
π²ππ¨π¦π ππ¨π¦ππ²
She is the beginning. The birth of a New Aeon. Energised she brings forth her breath, screaming life into existence. Through primordial rage and hate she climbs out of the blood and filth. She ignites the heart to initiate itβs beat. She throws off the comfort of stillness and sleep.
Awake
Awake
She shrieks into the universe.
Awake
Live this life I have created for you. Breathe in the scent of the rose. Savour the sweetness of the pomegranate. Dance to the beat of your blood. Sweet rapturous love. Unconditional love of another. Love yourself and love me, as only through yourself shall we meet. Let me adore you completely.
Honour me, your mother. Honour me with the passion of your existence, your humanity. Love me as I love you. Scream out your adoration. Awake.