“…you may penetrate every shrine, an initiate…”

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Occult Recognition

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Reblog: ‘Today’s Problem With Masculinity Isn’t What You Think—A Former Soldier Explains the Emotional Vacancy of the “Fatherless Generation”’ …

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via Reblog: ‘Today’s Problem With Masculinity Isn’t What You Think—A Former Soldier Explains the Emotional Vacancy of the “Fatherless Generation”’ …

The light of blooming…where you are planted…

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To Zen & Back Again: How Eastern Thought & Culture Changed My Life

“You may say, ‘But, in the deep dark of my suffering, no one can see me blooming;’ and, thus, reason it is futile to believe. Yet, if you are still in your heart, you will hear the trees asking: ‘But, what else can bring light to the darkest part of the forest?'”

– Sanguine Woods

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She was a beam of starlight, trapped in flesh…

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Blessed Sacrament, photographer unknown (Pinterest).

“Her eyes were of different colors, the left as brown as autumn, the right as gray as Atlantic wind. Both seemed alive with questions that would never be voiced, as if no words yet existed with which to frame them. She was nineteen years old, or thereabouts; her exact age was unknown. Her face was as fresh as an apple and as delicate as blossom, but a marked depression in the bones beneath her left eye gave her features a disturbing asymmetry. Her mouth never curved into a smile. God, it seemed, had withheld that possibility, as surely as from a blind man the power of sight. He had withheld much else. Amparo was touched—by genius, by madness, by the Devil, or by a conspiracy of all these and more. She took no sacraments and appeared incapable of prayer. She had a horror of clocks and mirrors. By her own account she spoke with Angels and could hear the thoughts of animals and trees. She was passionately kind to all living things. She was a beam of starlight trapped in flesh and awaiting only the moment when it would continue on its journey into forever.”

― Tim Willocks, The Religion