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The Intuitive Alchemist: 10/01/2014 - 11/01/2014
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Reality is a Sacred landscape created by a Kemetic Artist with an Ankh hidden in the tide. She recognized within herself a brutality,. A diamond of tear-shaped hard bitterness. That spoke with the solemn voice. There was no more clinging now,. No more denying now,. Just the shocking realism. Of finding that who you are. Is not what you thought:. We are little humans. On the verge of greatness,. But commonplace in our idolatry. When abuses drive us inward. Toward the silent calling. Where all things exist.
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The Intuitive Alchemist: 06/01/2015 - 07/01/2015
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Reality is a Sacred landscape created by a Kemetic Artist with an Ankh hidden in the tide. The End of the Road. The road is red clay with sand trailing. Into the noble trees in the distance;. A woman from South America hands her. A package of Mayan cloth infused with blessing. She is the woman in the sari from Nepal,. The traveler from the Pyramids eons past;. Her footsteps take her all over the world. To its poets and artisans and muses. Until She gazes with wise eyes. Towards the familiar Great Tree.
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The Intuitive Alchemist: Us
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Reality is a Sacred landscape created by a Kemetic Artist with an Ankh hidden in the tide. Sweet nectar from your lips,. I drink deep and fall. Into the arms of a dream's infinity. Seconds slip as silk,. Dalliances create sighs,. We fall tumbling, tumbling. Into the swift movement of love. Can you hear this, dearest. The sweet beat of my desire. Coursing through eyes that. See none but you. And in these beats. Are the seeds of years. Through the intertwined life. Featured Artist: Katsushika Hokusai.
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The Intuitive Alchemist: We are What We Are
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Reality is a Sacred landscape created by a Kemetic Artist with an Ankh hidden in the tide. We are What We Are. Normal is never so normal. And defeat is a state of mind. Being unhappy with one's lot in life. Is akin to asking the sky. If it waxes depressed. In its twilight moments. We are what we are:. Featured Artist: Katsushika Hokusai. Evening Rain at Karasaki". From Women Who Run with the Wolves. By Clarissa Pinkola Estes, PhD. Tree of Life Yoga. The Library of Halexandria. The Nag Hammadi Library.
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The Intuitive Alchemist: 07/01/2015 - 08/01/2015
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Reality is a Sacred landscape created by a Kemetic Artist with an Ankh hidden in the tide. An infant opens its eyes. And takes its first breath. Of sustaining air,. Fills its lungs and opens a mouth. That is completely innocent. That one moment is the purest. Each of us ever knows. And the one we cannot remember. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Featured Artist: Katsushika Hokusai. Evening Rain at Karasaki". From Women Who Run with the Wolves. By Clarissa Pinkola Estes, PhD. Tree of Life Yoga.
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The Intuitive Alchemist: New York City
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Reality is a Sacred landscape created by a Kemetic Artist with an Ankh hidden in the tide. I was an Adventurer,. A Woman on a Quest. To know the streets to Babylon. Enticed by the Forbidden Apple,. I pictured myself as some eccentric Annie Hall. Attending the World's college campus,. Quirky to the bone. But my eyes were ill-prepared. For the chaos of that Great City,. How it seethed and vibrated with. By the dreams of writhing multitudes. I told myself I would not sink. Into the mire of its cyanide core,.
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Origins & Heresies: May 2015
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The Jagged Petals of OM. I was the a statuette on your arm;. I made you exiliharated, dizzy, serene. I showed you a mirror;. You showed me the door. I said No instead of caving. You shouted instead of thinking. So now it's one less misery to get by on,. One less insanity to deal with. I can keep walking down this lane without you,. But I wonder if you’ll give me a second thought. To the Students of Mystery,. The Crucible is buried. Of three dimensional time,. Beside the wormhole of density,. That you can,.
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Origins & Heresies: September 2014
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The Jagged Petals of OM. The Language of Saints and Madmen. The Heretics of then and now. See the stars as an ethos. Maneuvered with nimble fingers. To create the legends of Man. They listen to the Gods. When they are not looking,. Hearing their pearls of wisdom. Falling towards our open ears. But do not interpret,. But do not claim to own. That which is only understood. And in this way,. The Language of Saints and Madmen. Remains among us always. I am your lover,. Born of the whispering winds of freedom,.
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