Can’t fit a square peg in a round hole, a round peg in a square hole… You are not bound by shapes or the material world. Elevate yourself, transform yourself into what you want, what you need to be.
Category: Esoteric knowledge
Divine Balance
Be Foolish, Be Soulful
Society, Culture, and Religion all promote congregation and “herd” or “mob” mentality. Those who challenge the thoughts , beliefs, or theories of the mob are often ridiculed, demonized, and ostracized.
It is only the fool that can separate self from other to take the journey within, through the depths of inner hell, and emerge a soulful being.
Be the DARK KNIGHT of your own SOUL.
Image Courtesy Of: Godfrey Dowson (The Hermetic Tarot)
Rite of Passage
From early on in this existence I have felt connected to my habitat, but disconnected from my species. It has been fairly easy for me to mimic behavior(s) in order to be accepted socially and professionally.
By choice, I have slowly revealed my true self to those who have gained my trust and adoration. While the results may vary, the weight of the mask being lifted always nourishes my being.
As I become older, my willingness to participate in “make believe” has greatly diminished. And while the quantity of relationships appears to have mirrored this lack of associative action, I am left with a handful of quality relationships that I could not exist without.
Image: Bruce Rolff
Divine Discovery
If, in the quest for divinity, you do not discover yourself, you are searching in the wrong place(s). True self is transcendent and independent from the human vessel. You are an immeasurable energy, unbound by time and space, existing everywhere and nowhere all at once. Safe travels my friends.
Image: mutequacky
Journey to Center
I have no excuse for this behavior, and therefore will not be providing any. Expectations will be equivalent for those who cross or embark on this expedition. Inquisition and criticism are not only welcome, but required. The voiceless will be spoken for, however those reluctant to speak will be expelled for their deficiency. No leaders, JUST followers. Followers of conscious illumination that conspires to extinguish the darkness they have reigned down upon us.
Image: Artist Unknown
Memoryall
Fire lights the sky.
Dirt, soft from burial.
No need to cleanse this new skin.
The eyes, they feel the same, though they are not.
Ever-changing shades, how different the scent.
Courses, taste bitter as usual.
Over consumption bleeds exhaustion,
Frailty and bruises sink, no room in the shallows,
My hangman, the Windsor, is calling.
Image: Alex Grey