Restlessness. Turbulence. Turmoil. Waking up and feeling a new day. The morning mist sometimes reveals something sacred, not always to my liking. Waking up and having to survive in this restless world. Dry branches on the ground and I wonder if all this is in vain. Are we branches of a tree that will dry … Continue reading The greatness we possess
Close your eyes. But not completely. It is important that you see a little. But not all. Maybe you can see one fifth of all, and that is more than ninety percent of what the others can. But you better be average, please close it a little bit more. Somehow do not let it dominate … Continue reading Out of your mind: let me hypnotise you
Have you ever questioned yourself if everything is real, what if it is? ~For every adventurer in the path of knowledge, this "fable" might bring you some auspicious memories, of when we were children - or let’s say - true believers and explorers. For now some of us are caged and can only have some … Continue reading What was this ‘little dream’?
In the beginning there was desire, which was the first seed of mind. Fire. Water. And from that came life. The angels poured the waters of life from one cup to another a million times until there was equilibrium. First came spirit and soul, then the sculpture of the form - the five senses were … Continue reading The Art of Turning Lead into Gold
Young lady in a throne, did not even know how to set balance in her own life. And through her I learned. And you probably too. She is that bird that visits you every night, with a smile on her face, I am sure you remember her. It’s the Empress, the bringer of life. Love, … Continue reading She will come to you – soon
𝘋𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘨𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘖𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘢𝘺; 𝘙𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘋𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘨𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝒟𝓎𝓁𝒶𝓃 𝒯𝒽𝑜𝓂𝒶𝓈 Do. … Continue reading Do. Noт. Go. Geɴтle.
As pessoas de nervos sólidos não saboreiam certas volúpias sutis. Criam um muro denso entre sua alma e o mundo. Como se pudessem se reconciliar com sua mente devastadora criam um preceito de conforto dentro de suas realidades frias. O mais absurdo de todos os absurdos. Deixam de viver para respirar mecanicamente, num tempo linear … Continue reading O Cósmico Sabe O Que Faz
Originally posted on Art of Quotation: “The artist is the hand that, by touching this or that key, sets the soul vibrating automatically.” Wassily Kandinsky, painter ?“The artist is the hand that, by touching this or that key, sets the soul vibrating automatically.” — M o o r e z a r t
Não fico desapontada com a vida. Fico desapontada com aqueles que fingem viver. Chegam as secas e as cheias, a terra germina em brotos tenros, os pássaros edificam seus ninhos e as flores entreabrem perfumosas. Mas parece que agora não temos tempo para perceber isso. Verdadeiros solitários, mesmo se nos relacionamos com outras pessoas nos … Continue reading Desapontada
"Assim chamada 'voz interior', o espiritual na criatura humana, que ela pode dar ouvidos, é o sentimento intuitivo!" Na Luz da Verdade - Abdruschin Acima do espaço e do tempo está a intuição. Nosso intelecto é limitado, nos acorrenta a preconceitos; nosso sentimento está atrelado às nossas emoções e nos limita. A força mais elevada … Continue reading A Voz do Interior