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Female figurine (known as the Venus of Draguseni).  

Cucuteni Culture -c. 6,500 years old, Neolithic Period.

Fired clay , Dimensions:, 20 cm height. 

Found in the hills around Drăguşeni (Botosani) northeast Romania. 

Courtesy: Botosani County Museum.

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Leopold Schmutzler

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The moment my heart was wounded, I remembered that my heart has value. Even while hurting, I remain loyal to my own heart

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I do not trust people who speak of God too confidently. They often seem untouched by the darker rooms of existence. I think real faith must pass through despair first. As it has with me. It must sit alone at broad daylight asking “are you there at all?, and to still continue breathing afterward.

Maybe God is not a father watching from above

Maybe God is simply the force within me that refuses spiritual death

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The more Saturnian you are the more you will be blessed by Jupiter and Venus

Saturn teaches me the essense of proving I can hold the wine before it is poured

Figuratively speaking, if my hands are strong enough to hold and not tremble, only then will Jupiter trust me with expansion and Venus trusts me with beauty

Some people are naturally beautiful or talented yet their lives rot from within. They have Venus without Saturn. Jupiter without Saturn. They have gifts without pillars.

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Love is talked about and discussed, songs of love are sung, devotional hyms of love are sung, but love itself has no place in the lives of human beings

Those who call the mind poisonous have actually poisoned love and have not allowed it to be born. Nothing in this world nor existence is poison. Everything is nectar

It is human beings who have turned this whole nectar into poison. And the major culprits are the so called teachers, so called holy men and saints, the so called religious people.

They have bittered sweet love

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Heartbreak has a way of making the external world suddenly symbolic… ❤️

The wind feels personal, trees feel sentient, animals (like this bee nestled in the blooming flower) feel like witnesses, mundane living feel cinematic where I am the movie star.

I think it is because pain temporarily dissolves the barrier between my inner world and the outer one.

Everything starts reflecting emotion back at me

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Feel all your pains, Unapologetically so!

And let Love (Self love, animal love, platonic love, romantic love, just let LOVE Love you in all her forms). Let Her take it from there, for you. If not for you, do it for Earth. Feed Our Mother with a Higher Love. All she’s ever known is society’s low faux Love. Love yourself, you Love Earth. You return home, to yourself 🌎 Do it in spite if you must, just open your heart. The Earth has lost enough innocence, seen oceans and oceans and oceans of blood and agony. Love is the most powerful form of resistance because it surpasses all ego, density & opposition. You don’t have to do anything but be. Just feel your being.

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The good girl had to die before the oracle in me could speak

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Ordinary life feels emotionally starving to me. Surface level people feel unbearable. Empty social interactions exhaust me. I crave transcendence, depth, magic, emotional fusion, purpose, destiny. There is something more beautiful than this reality I need a place where I belong. I close my eyes and I know I’m there. again

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I don’t know how to hear affection casually. I hear it like prophecy. But I’ve noticed people speak from the sincerity of the moment, not from the sincerity of continuity. And hearts like mine suffer at the end of the day as a result, because I love in continuity. How could I not? I can’t help it. I can’t help that I remember. I remember everything. That’s my problem. I build emotional architecture around the smallest gestures, like a hug, being there while I hurt, holding my finger. I make a masterpiece of everything in mind. To others these are moments, but to me they become rooms I continue living inside long after everyone else has gone. I wander so many empty rooms. I end up drenching myself in the unbearable realization that some people can love me sincerely for an evening and still never truly intend to carry me into the structure of their real life afterward. So back into myself I go.

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Even after the flesh perishes, one lives on forever in the hearts of others, but people cannot remain in dreams forever

My last dream was about a place that stirred a painful, melancholic sentiment in me

It feels just as forgotten memory in the back of mind that in reality never existed

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Every soul eventually meets the memory of the tenderness it failed to protect

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We went too far in thinking and forgot that destinies are written.

Mahmoud Darwish