The Language of Exile. {poetry}
Like sudden sparks set forth, words splatter upon blank pages, searching for form... or into your hand, like sapphires falling from Her grail.
Daily Archives:
January 30, 2018
Finding Yourself Amid the Weapons of Mass Distraction.
When we create our self into being, we are fulfilled, we are fed from within, and will no longer seek to find our self in people and things outside of us.
Romance the Significant, With or Without the Other.
If you postpone romance until you find a suitable human partner, you may end up searching your whole life and miss out on the real thing.
Divine Mother: Mary, Tara, and That Virgin Business.
Nowadays I am more friendly with the Divine Mother, especially so because Her incarnations, like Mary and Tara, bring compassion to our world.
!["You must have a room, or a certain hour or so a day, where you don’t know what was in the newspapers that morning, you don’t know who your friends are, you don’t know what you owe anybody, you don’t know what anybody owes to you. This is a place where you can simply experience and bring forth what you are and what you might be. This is the place of creative incubation. At first you may find that nothing happens there. But if you have a sacred place and use it, something eventually will happen. […]
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Our life has become so economic and practical in its orientation that, as you get older, the claims of the moment upon you are so great, you hardly know where the hell you are, or what it is you intended. You are always doing something that is required of you. Where is your bliss station? You have to try to find it." #JosephCampbell #RebelleSociety
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Happy Monday, Rebel! What's your bliss station today? ❤](http://scontent-dfw5-2.cdninstagram.com/v/t51.2885-15/sh0.08/e35/s640x640/80006255_3335064936520499_8943008855071934994_n.jpg?_nc_ht=scontent-dfw5-2.cdninstagram.com&_nc_cat=111&_nc_ohc=JQacZPqUBGUAX8ZmjKf&oh=38e50fdc08d3c1bd6e8bd7f6562ed1f8&oe=5EB30A58 "\"You must have a room, or a certain hour or so a day, where you don’t know what was in the newspapers that morning, you don’t know who your friends are, you don’t know what you owe anybody, you don’t know what anybody owes to you. This is a place where you can simply experience and bring forth what you are and what you might be. This is the place of creative incubation. At first you may find that nothing happens there. But if you have a sacred place and use it, something eventually will happen. […]
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Our life has become so economic and practical in its orientation that, as you get older, the claims of the moment upon you are so great, you hardly know where the hell you are, or what it is you intended. You are always doing something that is required of you. Where is your bliss station? You have to try to find it.\" #JosephCampbell #RebelleSociety
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Happy Monday, Rebel! What's your bliss station today? ❤")
