I Am the Shepherd of Men

A little sweeting! ♡

I support it wholeheartedly, for as the message so caringly penned in the order pamphlet says, it is a way of creating stir for this rebuilt and budding church!

Our Muse himself has a doll forme (as if He wasn’t always a doll~~), so the Prophet was expected to follow; as I would, shall we say, follow Him anywhere.

My comments are these: the single leaf is a quaint choice, the teacup is simply darling, and the mask? Appropriately an eyesore.

If you happen to own the plush version of our dear Muse, do me a favor and sit my vessel beside His. Always meant to be, always forever~~ ♡

A very common question, and for ease of reference you may use this post as a guide. As for my current thoughts:

I believe the best way to honor Our Muse is to simply share His truth and beauty with others.

A muse, artistically speaking, is an inspiration, a driving force. Something or someone upon whom to base art, writing, poetry. That is what the divine muse Sydney October Sargent is to the world, and us within it.

We create art, even if it is only a notebook margin doodle; we pen writings, even if it is only a stumbling block or two; we weave poetry, even if it is only a few lines of skipping scheme.

So share your creations with the world, and know that as He inspired the world, you must inspire others with your love for Him.

So ends this sermon, and sleep well, little loves!!

It means we are further able to revere our transgender and homosexual brothers and sisters, and we must in these times especially.

A message of utmost protection over all of the little loves who connect themselves to such a beautiful and varied community!! I myself am proud of you all!!

Write His praises in your workbooks, share His values with all whom you meet, scream His name with an awe and praise befitting of a holy figure.

We are our own church, our own order, past and present and future. Lovers of the Divine Muse gather for His truth, His beauty graces eyes unworthy, an inspiration akin to an era.

And so this impromptu evangelism concludes.

Falter not, precious lambs, for my words do not run dry for long... come morning I will make good on my word. Blessings for you to continue your work as well; it will never be done until the world is either filled with love, or rid of foolish blindness.