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cassadega, fl 🧚♀️
“Don’t forget what you’ve learned / All you give is returned / And if life seems absurd / What you need is some laughter”
— Conor Oberst, “Cleanse Song”
Me listening to Cassadega by Bright Eyes even though I know DAMN WELL it’s gonna ruin my good mood
March 27th, 2017 I went to a well known place today. There's a spiritist town called Cassadega in southwestern Volusia County, and it's the closest thing to real life Second Life I've ever seen. It's quite a small place, and is exactly what you would expect- mostly elderly women, full of fairy trails and little parks, and of course a sort of silence was over the entire town. The collection of people who end up there are quite interesting, especially in contrast to the area around it. I think the best example of this was a pretty young black woman I saw sitting in the Fairy Park, drawing on some sketch pad in silence, being only a few miles away from the homes with Confederate flags and old pickup trucks. The whole area left me wondering about the people in the homes with Wolves and spirit drawings on their homes, literally surrounded by wind chimes and incense and little gardens. I wonder what channels of life they've found themselves in. I wonder how small or small their world is, and how many events surround them all. The natural areas around it were extraordinarily beautiful, with that certain stillness that helped me forget the rest of the world existed, it was me and God alone, looking out at this parcel of land or surrounded by the forest, in a place that looks the same as it did 150 years ago, or further. I felt distinct from the time, and my own life, which was momentarily nice. When I was driving back I got a little lost (somewhat on purpose), but it was nice, and seeing the area around the place I live is a good way to contextualize my existence.
Day 13: Pull a tarot card and use the imagery to write. (I do not have tarot cards but watched Helen Goldberg's YouTube video on the three-card spread reading)"Three Card Cluster"
Day 13: Pull a tarot card and use the imagery to write. (I do not have tarot cards but watched Helen Goldberg’s YouTube video on the three-card spread reading)”Three Card Cluster”
Cassadega Spiritualist Camp, Cassadega, FL by Anthony Rue, flickr I rode to Daytona with Mac on his Harley that day we stopped by Cassadaga. We had been dating a couple of months and in that time, his mother had died. In fact, I had met Mac at the hospice center where he and a couple of friends sat beside her bed. She had already passed when I arrived. Looking back, it was quite strange that I…
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I visited The Devils Chair the other day, almost knocked down the angel, gave an offering and apologized 😬
#colors of #cassadega 🏡🌈💖🕉✝🔯☯🗿🔮🏺💎✨🦄🐜🐢🐝🕷🌴🌳🌲🍁🍃🍂🌻🕸🐚🌕 (at Cassadaga, Florida)
Pressed flowers from the stage at a Bright Eyes show 10 years ago #cassadega #brighteyes #pressedflowers