your angels have guided you here, powerful divine energies. they are smiling they are laughing. They are joyous for your victories. They are the angels you’ve been waiting for to keep you safe to validate you to make you feel seen they can talk to you. You just have to let mother nature intertwine with your soul as it once did.
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material reality obeys that of the spirit.
leaves and moss, beautiful purple flowers, growing like a circuit web around your mind. when you open your heart and mind to mother nature, she will take you in her arms and hold you tight. you will never feel alone again for she will show you that the mystery of her existence is enough to keep you fulfilled for the rest of yours. The fairies are all around you you just have to open your eyes. Touch the rocks, feel the grass tickle you. be one with the flowers be one with the trees. let the roots grow into your mind.
The poet creates, outside of the world which exists, a world which should exist . . . The value of the language of poetry comes directly from its separation from spoken language . . . Language converts itself in a ceremony of conjuring and presents itself in the luminosity of its initial nakedness, unconnected from all prefigured conventional dress.
In the twilight of the ancient world, we gather. We, the sorcerers. We, the veiled ones. We, the witches of flowers and ruins. We wear crowns of thorns and roses. Our empire is not built on conquest, but on creation. Not on power, but on art and truth, for those who dare to follow the path. "The future belongs to those who dare to dream it, Shape it, and step into it—barefoot and unafraid." 𖤐 So mote it be. 𖤐
🜂 FIRE - THE WILL
Your desire is sacred. Feed it. Tend it like a beloved hearth.
* Write your longing on paper. Burn it, and let the flames summon its essence.
* Watch the smoke as it rises like prayers into the boundless ether.
🜄 WATER - THE FLOW
Let the tides of your emotions carry you. Surrender to their ancient wisdom.
* Bathe beneath the moonlight. Adorn your body with roses and salt, a gift to the tides.
* Whisper: “I release what no longer serves me.”
🜃 EARTH - THE FOUNDATION
Build altars from the offerings of the land—stones, bones, petals, and soil.
* Bury your doubts at the roots of an oak tree, where they will turn to strength.
* Place your secrets in glass jars and tuck them deep into the earth’s embrace.
🜁 AIR - THE SPELL
Words are spells carried by the wind, the bridge between earth and ether.
* Carve sigils into the mist of your windowpane.
* Chant your name softly, again and again, until it hums, carried into the ether.
