âA single event can awaken within us a stranger totally unknown to us. To live is to be slowly born.â
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âA single event can awaken within us a stranger totally unknown to us. To live is to be slowly born.â
Antoine de SaintâExupĂŠry (via perspectivemirrors)
Take it back I would take it back For just another minute Just another chance with you Give it up I would give everything up Every last breath Every first taste, for you. Just to make it alright. Just to make it alright. But its too late, to go back. I can see the darkness, through the cracks. Daylight fading, I curse the breaking. The day is gone. The day is gone. Run away I ll just run away like a child from all them to you... And now I see my most constant mistake is i don't know what I love till its gone... But its too late To go back And I can see the darkness Through the cracks Daylight fading I curse the breaking. The day is gone. The day is gone... Its too late to go back, I let the darkness seep through the cracks. Love is bleeding, I curse my breathing. The day is gone... The day is gone...
This song brings me to tears every time. Beautiful <3
Kurdish traditional tattoos, known as Deq. The art of adorning the face and body with traditional tattoos has a very long history in Kurdish culture. The deq is descried as âthe holy symbols turning the human body into a templeâ. Every Deq has its meaning and is part of our lost and concealed history in Kurdistan. Deq tattoos have existed among the people of Kurdistan for more than 10,000 years according to some history sources but itâs now a forgotten tradition and rarely observed by the younger generation of Kurds.
Traditionally, tattoos are made by mixing soot with the breast milk of a woman who has given birth to a girl and the poisonous liquid from the gall bladder of an animal. The design is drawn on the skin using a thin twig and is, with the help of a sewing needle, penetrated under the skin. Tattoos last a lifetime.
Doodle
We are swimming with the snakes At the bottom of the well So silent and peaceful in the darkness where we fell But we are not snakes and what's more We never will be And if we stay swimming here forever we will Never be free I heard them ringing the bells In heaven and hell They got a secret They're getting ready to tell Its falling from the sky Calling from the graves Open your eyes, boy, I think we are saved Open your eyes, boy, I think we are saved Let's take a walk on the bridge Right over this mess Don't need to tell me a thing, baby We've already confessed And I raised my voice to the air And we were blessed It's hard to give, it's hard to get But everybody needs a little forgiveness We are calling for him tonight on this Thin phone line As usual were having ourselves one Hell of a time And the planes keep flying right over our heads No matter how loud we shout Hey, hey, hey And we keep waving and waving Our arms in the air But were all tired out I heard somebody say Todays the day A big old hurricane She's blowing our way Knocking over the buildings Killing all the light Open your eyes, boy, we made it through the night Open your eyes, boy, we made it through the night Let's take a walk on the bridge Right over this mess Don't need to tell me a thing, baby We're already confessed And I raised my voice to the air And we were blessed It's hard to give its hard to get It's hard to live baby I still think its the best bet Hard to give, I'm never gonna forget but Everybody needs a little forgiveness Everybody needs a little forgiveness
65,794 anonymous strangers from across the globe, despite their differences, banned together to maintain the balance.
âI have devoted 30 years of research to how creative people live and work, to make more understandable the mysterious process by which they come up with new ideas and new things. If I had to express in one word what makes their personalities different from others, itâs complexity. They show tendencies of thought and action that in most people are segregated. They contain contradictory extremes; instead of being an individual, each of them is a multitude.â
Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi  Creativity: The Work and Lives of 91 Eminent People
Girls Love Ghosts is a band that never existed that approached VECTOR Gallery in a nevent tunnel, insisting that they had every right to bear Vectorâs seal and furthermore, that they were entitled to be Vectorâs âhouse bandâ and musical envoy. JJ Brine (in a form that he never embodied) said: ââŚnonsense! You donât even exist.â The members of the band, who begrudgingly acknowledged that they had themselves never existed, protested. âWe want bodies! We want a form! In return we will give shape to your vision in sound!â And Brine was enchanted by this AELONâs plea for physicality. âVery wellâ he said. âI will let you state your silly name on the other side. That will be enough to bring flesh to you who have never been, to give sound to a note that was never played.â
And so Girls Love Ghosts awaits its song.
The truth is that I never shook my shadow Every day it's trying to trick me into doing battle Calling out "faker" only get me rattled Want to pull me back behind the fence with the cattle Building your lenses Digging your trenches Put me on the front line Leave me with a dumb mind With no defenses But your defenses If you can't stand to feel the pain then you are senseless Since this I've grown up some Different kind of fighter And when the darkness comes let it inside ya Your darkness is shining My darkness is shining Have faith in myself Truth I've seen a million numbered doors on the horizon Now which is the future you choosing before you gone dying? I'll tell you 'bout a secret I've been undermining Every little lie in this world come from dividing Say you're my lover, say you're my homie, Tilt my chin back slit my throat take a bath in my blood get to know me, All out of my secrets All my enemies are turning into my teachers. Because, lights blinding, no way dividing what's yours or mine when everything's shining Your darkness is shining My darkness is shining Have faith in ourselves Truth
Another Meluta sketch.
Still life for drawing class. Work in progress.
Iddyl Working : Day Two
Tonight I opened the ritual in the same fashion as last night from the ritual cleansing and anointment to the circle to the invocation. After invocation I immediately felt a soft wind in my mind. Tonight she was the breeze. Again many of the same themes as last night appeared.Â
Movement
Connectivity
Nature
Lady of whispers, her presence was soft calming and relaxed. Like the wind however, she is full of power and can amass great destruction should the wind blow that way.Â
She holds no judgement on the ways of the wind, the minds of men or the dreams of the dreamer. She does however, make note of actions. A butterfly flapping it's wings CAN indeed cause a hurricane. Actions and the aftermath.Â
The remainder of the communion was spent listening to secrets on the wind. Â Until I felt as though awaking from a slumber.
I then banished and passed the fuck out in bed.
Iddyl Working: Day One
The work began in the early morning hours.Â
I did a ritual cleansing of the area with sage as well as prepared for ritual with a bath anointed with goats milk, lavender and lemon balm. The milk I see as a nurturing aesthetic, as as this is a reconnection with Iddyl I want not only to nurture the connection but also encourage a nurturing relationship between her and I. Lavender flowers and oil helps to calm and open myself to psychic awareness and communication with the entity I am working with. Lemon balm because it has a "fresh" scent and also a calming quality. It seems suited to her personality.
After the cleansing I entered ritual space and performed the lesser banishing ritual of the pentagram. I then opened a traditional circle by calling quarters and powers in the order of east, south, west and ending in north. I drew down above and connected the strand with the spiraling below utilizing a chakra alignment visualization technique.
I then lit three candles, appealing to Iddyl's triple goddess qualities, One of purple, one of green and the center candle being a white pillar. The colored ones were scented with light floral scents, I felt this more appropriate to this working than incense. Purple symbolizes her mysteries, green symbolizes her joys, white symbolizes her purity.Â
I sat before the altar and placed Iddyl's sigil behind the candles. I stared through the light and meditated on her sign.
This is the original Iddyl sigil I had divined during a 2011 working with Frater Boz: he who helped to awake the goddess so that she might tell him her name.Â
I called the goddess to commune with me by chanting her name and meditating on her sigil. I started to feel after a while that I was in the woods alone with her although there was no vision of a forest in my eyes, it was imprinted instead on my consciousness.Â
Prior to the working I had discussed with my partner Frater Boz different methods for divining communication with Iddyl. Â I had decided upon asking for images or sigils to explore for further meaning by way of automatic drawing.Â
When I put pencil to paper I maintained visual mediation on Iddyl's sigil for a bit at first, I realized that I had been vaguely drawing the sigil itself and realized that instead of being "given signs" Iddyl instead wanted me to draw her sign. The image that came to me was of of her sigil floating above a pond or lake in the moonlight. I drew this in pencil, it took about 40 minutes. While drawing I really enjoyed the task and it seemed almost "fun" I did in fact catch myself smiling. As I was working on the image I shifted my consciousness to Iddyl completely who delivered a simple phrase.Â
"Less idolatry, more connection."
She showed me the gentle waves of the pond and the sway of the grass on the bank. The kiss of moonlight and how it painted the night. The lazy churning of the fish below the surface of the water, even in this seeming silence of night there is life, activity, connection, movement. With myself, with others, with my community, with my planet and nature. With the very fabric of existence and magic. The supreme subtle connection, fleeting like a voice carried away on the wind.Â
She showed me in the constant quest for naming and understanding facets and tools of reality that I limit what I am connected to. Not that it is a bad thing. Iddyl smiles and approves of curiosity. She warns however of the perils of isolated truths and disconnect with the world in which we exist to experience in the waking now.
She is a keeper of old magic, before degrees and practice and theory. Before temples and adepts and magicians. This is the old magic of human and spirit and heaven and earth.Â
Here is the completed sketch.Â
Warriors Creed
I have no parents: I make the heavens and Earth my parents. I have no home:Â I make awareness my home. I have no life or death: I make the tides of breathing my life and death. I have no divine power: I make honesty my divine power. I have no means: I make understanding my means. I have no magic secrets: I make character my magic secret. I have no body: I make endurance my body. I have no eyes: I make the flash of lightning my eyes. I have no ears: I make sensibility my ears. I have no limbs: I make promptness my limbs. I have no strategy: I make "unshadowed by thought" my strategy. I have no design: I make "seizing opportunity by the forelock" my design. I have no miracles: I make right action my miracles. I have no principles: I make adaptability to all circumstances my principles. I have no tactics: I make emptiness and fullness my tactics. I have no talents: I make ready wit my talent. I have no friends: I make my mind my friend. I have no enemy: I make carelessness my enemy. I have no armor: I make benevolence and righteousness my armor. I have no castle: I make immovable mind my castle. I have no sword: I make absence of mind my sword. --Anonymous Samurai; 14th century
Meluta
Now my buzz is gone, I need to re-up on reality Can't let them see me weak, I need to pause on it Is there any possibility that everyone feels like me?
"Ashtrays & Heartbreaks"