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3 types of self soothing thoughts

Validation: it’s ok that I hurt and want to feel better

Reassurance: I can handle this pain even though it hurts

Perspective taking: I’ve had bad days like this before and I’ve made it through them. I can remember my better days and know I’m not always hurting this much

psyhaven

The Phoenix by Phil Lewis

psyhaven

Quetzalcoatl Returns by June Moon

albertothechihuahua

this is the money dog, repost in the next 24 hours and money will come your way!!

jaxblade

ehh what the hell

jaxblade

OH MY GOD SO NO FUCKIN BULLSHIT I SWEAR To GOD. I reblogged this an hour ago and IM NOT Lying My Tax Refund which I did in late march popped into my Bank Account, and it was a Decent sized amount……

WHAT THE FUCK Is THIS MAGIC!??!?!?! Im trying this again IM NOT BSing hahahaha thats actually pretty cool xD

jaxblade

yooooo

yoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

FUCKIN YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

no BULLSHIT I KID YOU NOT! Look what I found while walking Home…..

OH MY GOD

OH MY F*CKIN GOD

THIS POST FUCKIN WORKS?!?!?! THIS IS PAST A COINCIDENCE NO WAY!??! NO FRIGGIN WAY!!!

Im Going to reblog this every day to test this, its MAGIC ITS FRIGGIN MAGIC

que-pasadena

I need to believe in the heart of the post…

perlexnoire-deactivated20150716

Oh? Well… *reblag*

zer0will2live

i reblogged this and now my uncle is giving me 250 to dye my hair nani the fucko

qslay

I have nothing to lose

stoicdaydreamer

my palm was itchin today not riskin it

astripperstory

I always reblog the money posts cause I can’t afford not too lol

brownsugarempress

It works. I just got $300 for no reason.

thecrybabbles-deactivated201605

Money dog is my friend

yeaimcoollikethat-deactivated20

Money dog is the shit

anttom2016-blog

I believe in the money dog😀

princedhunglow-deactivated20181

I believe in the money 🐶

cosmic-noir

Bless me pls money pup 🙏🐕

crip-jesus-deactivated20190301

Just woke up 🙌🏿

totheonedegree

Pplease😭🙏🏽

marvelismylife

Doing this again because last time I reblogged this I got $50

roses-likethis-blog

can’t not reblog the money dog

angelicexpression-deactivated20

The dog is cute but money is cool too

itzzniece-deactivated20220328

Reblogging again just for the hell of it

*crosses fingers*

y nott

??????

Pluto in the 12th House - The Closing Ceremony

Pluto is formidable and intense, and the 12th house is by no means a delicate house. A toxic whirlpool blows through Pisces seas, thrusting the individual into the depths of the unknown, taken hostage by invisible forces. She is always being followed by energies of the spirit, energising her and draining her, she can be inspired and rapidly tumble into despair. It can feel like fate directs life with Pluto in the 12th. Intuition can generate through powerful ways, every inner essence and sensory outlet is marked and responsive. The psychic sonar is sensitive and operates like a vacuum, wildly drawing in every visible and invisible frequency she stands within. It’s like wherever she goes she wields a psychic wild storm, she stands in the middle conducting invisible forces like an orchestra, participating in two powerful worlds at once. The soul of humanity is however, not invisible, it can be the only true thing she identifies with. This can make her a natural medium, psychologist, spiritualist, philosopher, or healer.

The 12th house relates to the aspects of human life that are shielded from vision. These are things like prisons, asylums, rehabilitation centres, and exiled cults. The individual frequently visits these places of separation in her own isolation. She knows what it is to fight against forces as a child without any weapons, she knows the feeling of wondering if she will lose her mind or if it has already happened. She knows the feeling of addicts in recluse, because her body longs to create in the same way it desires self destruction. She knows the feeling of hungering escape, wanting to taste and touch God in any form you think can offer salvation. This sort of carnal intimacy with the human condition generates the depth healer, the healer of soul and spiritual sickness, the healer of broken hearts. But this capacity for power, this impressive potential she has to touch the lives of others and transform their whole existence requires remarkable cultivating. The 12th house has a weak energy on the material plane, so its energies are special in the sense they require nurturing, the unconscious must be approached with ego in its trail, the individual willing to be vulnerable and swept into oblivion. Because Pluto and the 12th house are so secretive and hidden, much of this activity often occurs unseen, the individual is smiling or laughing or celebrating but there is a turbulent hurricane inside. She finds a way to conceal her exhaustion, lethargy, or sense of losing control. It can be like deliriously wandering through a remote island with Pluto in the 12th. There may have been exposure to early betrayal, abandonment, or violence that made the individual feel different or lonely.

Dreams are sacred portals, the individual summons tremendous power here, the state of dream can call relentlessly, the ego can long to escape into these realms. The development of compassion and empathy is integral with Pluto in the 12th, it’s often a slow process that involves confronting inner demons, self sacrifice, isolation, and fierce, uncontrollable, and suffocating emotional experiences. Emotions, betrayal, the pain caused by others can become buried so deep that only the probing psychoanalysis of Pluto can uncover and recover these wounds. To find land, she must learn the art of complete selflessness and vulnerability. That can seem easy, but it isn’t for somebody who may have been betrayed, abandoned, forced into exile, or treated badly in the moments she has become vulnerable. The individual is notably private, and she can keep secrets for the sheer sake of doing so. She builds walls around herself ingrained with codes, so unpuzzling this person can be impossible. And this space of solitude she creates for herself become a throne guarded by Hades himself, placed in the undersea unconscious, waiting to bring souls home, a kingdom of unconscious treasure chests.

-C.

[art: Natalie Shau]

astrolocherry

“Wisdom is neither good nor bad, male nor female, Christian or Pagan: she is no one’s personal possession. The Goddess of Wisdom reaches down to the depths of our need. Her simple being is so vastly present that we have not noticed it. Indeed, we have not known the depths of our need nor that any assuaging wisdom was near at hand.”

—

Caitlín Matthews

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stroll

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“Leo and Cancer Sun (Leo) and Queen bee (Cancer) According to Egyptian mythology, when the ancient Egyptian sun god Re cried, his tears turned into honey bees upon touching the ground. For this reason, the honey bee was sacrosanct in ancient Egyptian culture. From the art depicting bees on temple walls to the usage of beeswax as a healing ointment, the honey bee was a pervasive cultural motif in ancient Egypt because of its connection to the sun god Re.”

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Gene Kritsky art by Nicoletta Ceccoli

#leo cancer cusp c:#oscillation

astrolocherry

I lie between heaven and earth, between goodness and evil, patience and explosion. I am innocent and rosy as dawn. I sleep with my finger in my mouth, the cord of life curled beside my ear. Like a child in its mother’s belly, I am with you but not among you. I know no ending for I have no beginning. I have always been here, a child in the silence of things, ready to wake at any moment. I am possibility. There are words that exist only in the mind of heaven, a bright knowing, a clear moment of being. When you know it, you know yourself well enough. You will not speak. In the womb before the world began, I was a child among other gods and children who were, or may be. There in the dark when we could not see each other’s faces, we agreed with one mind to be born, to separate, to forget the pact we made that we may learn the secrets of our fraternity. We agreed to know sorrow in exchange for joy, to know death in exchange for life. We were dark seeds of possibility whispering. Then one by one we entered alone. We walked on our legs, and as we had said, we passed in well-lit streets without recognizing each other; yet we were gods sheathed in flesh, the multitude of a single spirit While I travel the deserts in frail form, while I grow old and weep and die, I live always as a child inside the body of truth, a blue egg that rocks in the storm but never breaks. I sleep in peace in my mother’s lap, a child mesmerized by sunlight on the river. My soul is swallowed up by god.

Out of chaos came the light. Out of the will came life.

♡

The Egyptian Book of the Dead Emilie Elijah’s artwork

It's not my fucking job to make you wanna stay. I shouldn't have to pour my heart out to you for who the fuck know how many times it'll get you to understand my love is deeper than the words. Why can't you feel me? How many tears do I have to cry, how many bodies do I have to transcend? You don't love me, you just love the dream of never being alone. Why should I chase you when you never understood my heart? So run, run and see if I'll follow you. My heart is tired of being hollow, so do you. I don't give a fuck if you stay or not, I'll always get through with or without you.