Whatever is wild, drunken, mad, and rough
Is a phantom of Your blooming, Antheus
And whatever else dilates my heart
Is a thorn of Your Love
All things are blooming
All the world is Your rosebower
And i am blessed that You bare your blossoms, Antheus
While Your thorns long for hot blood
Month: April 2013
Adamic Script, in Dictionary of Occult Hermetic Alchemical Sigils Symbols
One of my favorite books by Fred Gettings
We know who we are. We are the dispossessed, the outcasts, and the outsiders, rebels with a cause who have upturned the mulch of our dead lives and seeded those fertile fields with incendiary visions of our future selves. Having already subverted the norm, we renunciate dominator culture’s status quo of everything and drift happy disconnected – babes in the abyss – wavering in the ambiguity fog of dislocation. Free-floating between old worlds and the new, guided only by the shining paths of mother evolution. We have passed over, we have passed the point of no-return and since there is no turning back, we celebrate the momentum lifting us on the wings of perception, grace, and whatever skills we have earned from surviving the inevitable catastrophe of self. Only when we are over, does our real life begin.
Antero Alli (via prometheanreach)
Wüni femngei ta küyen; Kúyen ta tripantü
“Así como amanece hoy, así será el mes; tal como el primer mes; así será el año”
Fuck yeah, I finished my Alphabet of Desire! I ended up adding two more dualities to the original 3, I added Order/Disorder and Eristic/Aneristic(which is at the bottom).
It’s kind of crappy so in the future I hope to re-do it and add colors.(I’ll probably do it in water color)On another note, I’ve been listening to white noise all day and holy shit I’ve gotten so much done I need to do this more.
such gorgeous handwriting