“Maar Vóór En Voorbij De Liefde Voor De Mens Ligt De Liefde Voor God; Want Zij Is De Bron En Fontein

E-Offering for Lady Aphrodite

the amazing Victor Nizovtsev http://www.mcbridegallery.com/nizovtsev/nizovtsevgicleeprints/nizovtsevgicleeprintsmermaids.html

Ice Caves by Владимир Рябков

-Hylas and the Nymphs-

I've been enjoying spring by my myself. I feel Her presence in the light and the warmth on my skin. Every morning when I wake up and get ready, I feel closer to Her. At night She feels further away, except when I'm outside and look up at the moon. I know She's in darkness too, but darkness no longer feels like home to me. I wrote in my journal for the first time in a year and I felt Her guiding my hand. I feel like I'm waking up

“Alle complexiteiten van de wereld zijn slechts de draaiingen van een labyrint, en in het centrum bevindt zich het vurige rozenhart van onze Moeder, brandend van volmaakte liefde.”

De Heldere Overlevering; Leringen; De Enige Waarheid: v11

“All the complexities of the world are but the turnings of a labyrinth, and at the centre is the fiery rose-heart of our Mother, burning with perfect love.”

The Clear Recital; Teachings; The Single Truth: v11

Abalone I found on the beach…

old pink corset | by sammii.ash

I had a dream about a forest, far away. I heard the gentle running of water and when I reached the open space behind the trees, I saw a stream. Water rushing, glistening in the light. When I looked beyond it, I saw a statue of a woman. I stepped into the stream, sharp rocks pressing against the soles of my feet. The water was cold up to my ankles. As I crossed the stream and stepped onto the rocks, I felt the cool wind blowing against my wet skin. It was even colder than before, and for a second, I knew I'd felt steadier in the water. I approached the stone statue and kneeled before Her, bowing my head and closing my eyes, listening, to the water and the wind. I stood up once again, the gravel leaving an imprint on my knee. I never looked at Her, but instead pressed my hand against Her. I could've sworn I felt a heartbeat through the rough texture of that cold stone exterior. And I knew to turn back. I felt the earth underneath my feet. It whispered to me. I stepped back into the water, and it felt like coming up for air. And so I followed along, down the stream. Everything was still and serene. Except for the gentle rushing of the stream. And the sound of water falling.