The Death Of The Moth / 2012Ā by Michaela Knizova

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Occult art by Marjorie Cameron (1922-1995).
Was given this beautiful vintage Lip Service dress by a lovely woman who used to work for one of the goth clubs I frequent. Unfortunately, it is a bit too big on me. Iām selling it, so if anyone is interested please let me know!
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Rain of Blood - Die Form 2:03 am
My beloved friend, In this text is told Of the night that brings all things into existence And of manās being, And through these things, Of every manner of affirmation and loud laughter And songs of heroes. All fog and dusk open up And a celestial body, glowing and eternal, Enveloping all noble souls, Will finally emerge. At that time This text will burn away Through its own heat.
āāPoetry and Poets (Consciousness and the Unconscious)ā by Kobo Abe (1944)
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This plane will do, for now
The flower I chose was a light purple orchid. I ended up on a dark purple blanket patterned with gold designs. It took me up to the sunlight. I envisioned the Sun expanding from my solar plexus outward, feeling the warmth growing and permeating throughout my entire body. It was dusk when I entered the forrest. Quiet yet serene, and I felt protected and welcomed by the plants, trees and creatures. Upon landing I had noticed I was wearing a long, red velvet dress. You were beside me on the blanket. I remember looking at you as though I was staring at a person in the flesh, intense while comforting. You didnāt move, even though I was tempted to get closer to you. Instead, I found myself dancing in the forrest with the playful energies that surrounded me, around what looked like a fire. You were sitting beside the fire watching me. I didnāt feel judged by you. The scenery progressed from dusk to serene night, and I was still dancing. The fire grew and became more prominent, although I didnāt feel as wild as the flames of the fire. More so flowing and synching effortlessly with the rhythms in the music, allowing it to carry me in conjunction with the breeze, which was enhanced by the light of the flames. There was no question of time or insecurity. Timeless motion and lack of concern or doubt was all that existed.
full moon in scorpio 12:21 am april 13 2017
My foot lay numb
A shadow stands before me
The same shadow Iāve always had, always will have
Only a dense shape that I see
It will never leave me, unlike some
Stay with me till departure
Have I always been one?
A soul split in two
Shadow and the muse.