#amuleto

[viejospellejos]

[tiramisuucnyst]

inspo carta amuleto de haru!!!!

[depoesiaypoetas]

[35-sofia]

Le compré este pollito a mí hermanita.

¡¡¡Ahora los bendigo con el pollito amigurumi a que todos tengan el mejor día posible y que la suerte esté de su lado!!!

[fortezzabastiani]

e sempre come un amuleto tengo i tuoi occhi nella tasca interna del giubbotto e tu tornerai (forse tornerai).

(Le luci della centrale elettrica)

[cholajarcor]

[erick-saqui]

Todos tenemos un antiguo amor del que hablar cuando ya nada se puede decir y está amaneciendo.

—Roberto Bolaño, Amuleto.

[curandero-nft]

Sanguinis Munditiae Oraculum

Amuletum Corpus Naturalis Collection

They say the blood never lies. It’s the ledger of our sins, both inherited and chosen. We pollute it, stretch it thin, and then wonder why it betrays us. "I’m tired," it whispers, but we refuse to listen. We ask for clarity while pouring toxins into its rivers, for balance while feeding the chaos that flows through its veins. The alchemy of purification is ancient—CEBIL (ANADENANTHERA COLUBRINA) to purge the stubborn poison, MULLEIN (VERBASCUM THAPSUS) to mend the battered pathways, and ROSEMARY (ROSMARINUS OFFICINALIS) to awaken what we’ve allowed to fall asleep. Together, they form a symphony of healing for a body that has forgotten how to sing. Yet here we are, swearing by detox diets while injecting ourselves with the venom of modernity. We can cleanse our blood, sure, but what about the bitterness in our hearts? The feathers in this amulet mock us—they know flight isn’t freedom if you carry your shackles with you. This is not a promise of salvation; it’s a question: Do you have the courage to clean your blood, your spirit, your mind? Or will you keep blaming the world for the stains you refuse to scrub? It was during twenty hours of agony, delirium, and a very literal constipation of the soul that the idea for these amulets came to life. A collection meant to confront the imbalances we carry like unpaid debts—whether they haunt the body or the mind. These creations are not cures; they’re mirrors. Look too closely, and you might not like what you see. Meditate with them, carry them in your devices, or hang them like talismans for your fears. If they help, fantastic. If they don’t? Perhaps the problem isn’t the amulet, but you. Nothing I have written here has a scientific basis. Everything is the product of an epiphany.

Sanguinis Munditiae Oraculum

They say the blood never lies. It’s the ledger of our sins, both inherited and chosen. We pollute it, stretch it thin, and then wonder why i