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Alethephile (ah-LEE-thuh-file)
n. (from Greek aletheia, ātruthā + philia, āloveā) one who is magnetized by authenticity; who finds beauty in emotional nakedness, not performance.
The kind of soul that sees honesty as the highest form of intimacy.
The eclipses tore the sky open, unraveling everything that once felt certain.
What fell into shadow was never meant to return
what survived the dark was born of flame.
Now under the Full Moon in Aries,
I rise with embers in my veins.
The fire doesnāt scare me anymore
it reminds me I am still alive.
Every ending I feared was only the beginning,
and every loss carved space for the new light.
So I hold the burning rose high
a symbol of all that Iāve let die beautifully.
Because even in the ashes,
I am still creation.
I am still becoming.
I am the flame that remembers.
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Blade of Becoming š”ļø
They called her quiet, but they were wrong. Her silence was a blade, sharpened by years of swallowing storms. She stood not to shout, but toĀ glow. To let her energy whisper what words no longer needed to carry.
The sword she held Vox Vera had never drawn blood. ItĀ revealedĀ instead. Crowned not in gold, but in truth. Forged not in fire, but in the stillness of choosing herself.
She no longer spoke to be understood. She no longer fought to be seen. She stood there, sovereign, soft, andĀ so damn free.
Because some truths donāt echo. They hum.
Vox Vera by Sandra Angelina āI do not speak to be heard, I speak to be freeā
The One Who Danced with Shadows by Sandra Angelina
Guardian of the Veil by Sandra Angelina
Where shadows end and the soul begins, she stands guard, between this world and the forgotten.
Protector of the hidden, seer of what lies beyond the veil āļø
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Ferdinand Leeke, The Rhinemaidens, 1913
Guillaume Seignac (1870-1924)