Botanical Witch - Persephone and Hades devote π₯π
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Relevance - July 15, 2024
Thanatos paid a visit and asked me... What is your relevance?
I think it's a bit egocentric to believe that we are the center of the universe, that we will live forever, and that we hold the absolute truth of who we are and who others are.
Well... We don't have the absolute truth of the universe, but we have the ability to discover what is true for us.
Here is the invitation to explore more of our own truth and let those egocentrics, who are eager to tell us what we should or shouldn't do, continue in their insignificant existence. We have no relevance to the universe, but we can choose who truly has relevance in our lives.
Khaire Thanatos ππΉ
Lili Elbe paintings by wife, Gerda Wegener
Saturday = Spell day πΉπ
A little offereing to Queen Persephone π₯
Persephone has teaching me that the true altar is not in objects but in how I communicate with the beings around me. I really want to give the best statue of her, but it won't help if my relationship with the Queen is superficial π .
the money skull, reblog for money and or skulls
"A luz mudou:
a afinação do dó estÑ mais escura.
E as cançáes da manhã parecem ensaiadas demais.
Essa Γ© a luz do outono, nΓ£o a luz da primavera.
A luz do outono: nΓ£o serΓ‘s poupada.
As cançáes mudaram; invadiu-as
o indizΓvel.
Essa Γ© a luz do outono, nΓ£o a luz que declara
renasci.
NΓ£o a aurora da primavera: penei, sofri. fui libertada.
Este Γ© o presente, uma alegoria do desperdΓcio.
Tanta coisa mudou. E no entanto vocΓͺ tem sorte:
o ideal arde em vocΓͺ como uma febre.
Ou nΓ£o como uma febre, como um segundo coração.β
"The light has changed:
the tuning of C is darker.
And the morning songs seem too rehearsed.
This is the light of autumn, not the light of spring.
The light of autumn: you will not be spared.
The songs have changed; the unspeakable
has invaded them.
This is the light of autumn, not the light that declares
I was reborn.
Not the dawn of spring: I suffered, I endured, I was freed.
This is the present, an allegory of waste.
So much has changed. And yet you are lucky:
the ideal burns in you like a fever.
Or not like a fever, like a second heart."
Outubro, Averno - Louise GlΓΌck
Midsummer Eve - Edward Robert Hughes (1851β1914)
La Naissance de Venus by Amaury-Duval (1862)
Summer Rain π»π§οΈ - December 2023
Spring πΈπ·πΊ