How to Activate Your Apocalyptic Passion.
Together, 'we' must liberate this 'apocalyptic passion' within ourselves and from the deadly stupor brought on by our own addiction to the give-up cocktail.
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Rebecka Eggers
Regret and I Are Parting Ways Today.
Each time the illusions fell down, unable to stand up to my scrutiny, I made the resultant wounds into my loyal Sentinels of Regret.
Claiming the Power to Live in the Burning Times.
We are passion, springing from the seed kernels preserved in our very DNA. These Burning Times have called these seeds to bloom.
We Are Not Consumers of Light, but Its Genesis.
For when the light of hope has gone out all around us, we must learn to be its origin. And in so doing, reveal the truth of our power.
Seed a Harvest of Love in the Bitter Fields of Lovelessness.
We will harvest a love so powerful, so enduring, so unshakable, that you will forget all about this tired old life of begging for scraps and receiving none.
Don’t Succumb to the Siren Song of the Familiar.
You look for comfort. And what looks comforting in the midst of life-threatening loneliness and desperate circumstances? The familiar.
Dear Dreamer, You Are a Wild and Joyous Occasion Waiting to Unfurl Its Wings.
If you have breath and a modicum of freedom left, you must rise up, dear dreamer. You must bring to light the great mystery concealed in your heart.
Venerable: How to Be the Rising Sun in the Darkest Hour.
Oh, and only those with a true love of enigma and an established penchant for insoluble riddles can really keep productive company with 'Venerable'.
I Became One Heart, Belonging with Many.
When you belong, when you know this belonging in your DNA, you do not make deals in hell for a tiny modicum of affection or support.
The Neon Hermit is Gone.
I hung the neon by mistake under my last faulty assumption: that I should help you find me, and that I should invest in your quest like an angel.
