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“The Goddess awakens in infinite forms and a thousand disguises. She is found where She is least expected, appears out of nowhere and everywhere to illuminate the open heart. She is singing, crying, moaning, wailing, shrieking, crooning to us: to be awake, to commit ourselves to life, to be a lover in the world and of the world, to join our voices in the single song of constant change and creation. For Her law is love unto all beings, and She is the cup of the drink of life.”

— The Spiral Dance: A Rebirth of the Ancient Religion of the Great Goddess, by Starhawk (via pocketmouseposts)

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When the wax drips like prayer,

the body becomes a temple of worship.

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Fractured souls move without awareness, without sense for what they do or how their actions ripple through others. Their pride becomes their cage, and their avoidance becomes a weapon.

It is not your job to save them. Healing cannot be forced upon someone unwilling to look inward. When someone drifts through the world with no self-reflection, no pause to ask why they do what they do, you are not just witnessing carelessness… you are witnessing a fractured soul. They are disconnected from their own psyche, spinning in patterns they can’t even see, leaving ripples of harm behind them, and the truth is this… unconsciousness spreads. If you let it too close, it will fracture you too. You cannot sew together a soul that refuses to face itself. You cannot carry the weight of someone else’s unexamined life without breaking under it. Protect your energy and let them meet their own shadow, if they ever choose to. Their work is theirs to do. Step back.

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I meet myself again in the coil of infinity, in loops of eight, I is eye, eye am I. (I AM) … a serpent with my own face, swallowing the ache, tasting the becomings of my own echoes, higher forces moving through my frontal cortex. I am the mouth and the wound, the devourer and the devoured, looping through the secret hunger of my souls divinity, and I can’t tame it. Miscoded, but I encode it.

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There is a deep safety in being with someone who listens.

Someone who understands. Someone who is willing to sit with you in discomfort and truth because no human being is perfect. The kind of person who can take the time to actually be present with what is happening, without bypassing, dismissing, avoiding, or hiding behind pride, is rare. Most people won’t acknowledge where they go wrong, because their pride is bigger than their desire to truly connect… and people like that… they can be dangerous. They hurt others over and over, and never acknowledge it. They never analyze themselves deeply enough to change for themselves, and to stop the cycle of hurting the people they claim to care for. It’s damaging to share life with someone stuck in that ego-driven way of thinking, handling everything with pride instead of humility. There’s no growth there. Just repetition, projection, and pain. To truly build a life with someone to walk through the hard moments of life together you need a soul who carries patience, curiosity, and real love in their heart. Someone who genuinely wants to understand your inner child, and wants you to understand theirs. Without disrespect. Without running away. Without avoiding. At the end of the day, that’s what real love is now, two souls willing to sit with truth, to face themselves, and to hold space for the storms of life together. I think that’s so important right now, when collectively, we’re finally doing so much psychological, emotional, and mental work in the hidden realms of ourselves.

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Divinity doesn’t bow.

Lilith didnt obey.

Medusa didnt run.

Aphrodite didnt beg.

Hecate didnt fear the unknown.

The only one who Zeus truly feared was Nyx.

Zeus respected her power enough to not challenge her.

Now think of you.

Why shrink yourself when you hold the same power?

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I’m drawn to the feminine mystery, the way a woman holds worlds in her curves, in her gaze, in the way she softens time just by existing. For me, it’s deeper than carnal lust. I crave that kind of love, the kind that touches spirit before body. Gentle. Reciprocal. Sacred. A love that pours slowly and never spills. I’ve known it before. I’ve tasted it in glances, in laughter, in hands that lingered, and I want it again. When I love a woman like that… she becomes the closest thing to God I’ve ever touched.

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Woman.

Breathtakingly true, yet as wild and untamed as the forces of nature itself. To sit in the presence of a love so consuming, to lose oneself in the passion that lives within the vortex of her curves, her crevices, the pulsing rhythm of every heart nerve… this is a miracle. God given. Physical. Spiritual. Human. Something so rare it borders the mythical.

A goddess in the flesh, God’s left hand… or right hand incarnate.

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In today’s society, we tend to associate “interdimensional” with higher beings, extraterrestrials, and the unseen.

Who is to say the definitions we’ve inherited are even accurate? We separate angels, ETs, spirits, “other beings,” as if they all occupy completely different realities, yet what if they’re all threads of the same fabric? What if “interdimensional” simply means moving between layers of existence, regardless of the form we’ve been taught to label them with? What if the same presence we call angelic in one culture is understood as extraterrestrial in another? What if the language has always been the only barrier? The narrative we’ve been fed has conditioned us to compartmentalize these mysteries. But the deeper you go, the harder it is to keep the lines straight.

* Do you think they are separate? Or have we been naming the same intelligence differently all along?

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The universe remembers how to create in her form.

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“Love is a frequency, not just an emotion. Don’t simply feel love. Resonate your frequency to the frequency of love. Secrete the ecstasy of love from your body. Radiate love. Walk like love. Smell like love. Taste like love. Sound like love. Do all things with love.”

— India Ame’ye, Author 

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Self-respect and ego can look similar on the surface, but they come from entirely different places. Self-respect is quiet, it doesn’t need to prove anything. It sets boundaries with clarity and grace, protecting your dignity without demeaning others. Ego, on the other hand, is loud. It reacts, defends, and often wounds to preserve an image. One is rooted in self-worth, the other in fear. When we confuse ego for self-respect, we mistake self-protection for self-awareness and that’s how we end up sabotaging the very connections we crave.

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“By bravely voicing our inner ‘demons’—symbolizing those tendencies in us that we most fear, flee from, and hence, are obsessed or haunted by—we transmute them into helpful allies, in the form of newly liberated, life-giving psychic energy, for use in constructive activity.”

— Stephen A. Diamond, Meeting the Shadow by Connie Zweig

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“I am too intelligent, too demanding, and too resourceful for anyone to be able to take charge of me entirely. No one knows me or loves me completely. I have only myself”

— Simone de Beauvoir

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Some days it feels like a game, a labyrinth designed to push you toward the edge. Every encounter another test. Every temptation or betrayal another devil dressed as a lesson, watching to see if you’ll crack or ascend.

Maybe the cruelest part is knowing the devil tricks with brilliance and you mistake it for light

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Remain pure.

I think I finally understand why Jesus calls us to turn the other cheek. For the longest time, I was confused by those teachings. I used to say I wasn’t a doormat, that I wouldn’t allow other people to step over me, and I struggled with teachings about loving your enemy, forgiving, and turning the other cheek. I saw it as a form of self-sabotage, people-pleasing, and not standing up for yourself.

But what I’ve learned as I’ve gone through a process of ego death and spiritual growth is that the whole point of choosing not to meet other people whenever they try to mistreat you is that you remain elevated over them. If you respond to hatred with hatred and go an eye for an eye, the only person you damage more than the other is yourself. By lowering yourself to the energy of the aggressor, you essentially become just like them. You mirror them. You become equally hateful and unhinged. And when you are in that kind of energy, the only things you manifest in your life are more misery, decay, chaos, and stress for yourself.

The Bible says that revenge belongs to God and to leave it in His hands because He is sovereign over all of us. Only He can impart judgment that is truly fair and ensures your dignity remains steady and unchanged. You have to remember that how other people treat you has nothing to do with you and everything to do with them. If they mistreat you or try to harm you, that reflects their character, not yours. Choosing not to meet them where they are speaks volumes about you and your character. It ensures you do not lower yourself to their level.

If you wrestle with pigs, you’re going to get dirty. If you go into the mud with a pig, you’re going to get dirty. So don’t do it. Remain classy. Remain above it. Pray for them. Pray that God does justice and He will. He will avenge you, and He will prepare a table for you in the presence of your enemies at the right time.

Do not take matters into your own hands. Leave it to Him. Let go of the resentment and hatred because that poison only affects you. Rise above it. Let Him, at the right time, humble those who try to come for you, because He will humble them. And the way He will do it will be greater and more painful than anything you could have done, and you won’t ever have to get your hands dirty in the process. You will have peace; they will not. You will have retribution; they will not. Remember.