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The Apple Tree of Life
In Germanic folklore the Tree of Life is more often compared to an Apple Tree rather than an Ash or Elm tree. In the Slavo-Germanic tale of the Three Golden Hairs, after crossing to the land of the dead and realm of the gods the hero comes across the Tree of Life as a golden apple tree, though it is being chewed by a Mouse/Snake in its roots. While in Holle's realm where she aids in reincarnation and the birth of new souls, she possesses a tree with sentient apples, as Holle will often tend the Tree of Life and the souls of infants grow from the tree "like apples". The Celtic symbol which descended into German folk art for the Tree of Life even more resembles an Apple Tree in its shape than any other contenders of which among the Celto-Germanics the Oak would be the next likely contender.-TLK
In Germanic folklore the Tree of Life is more often compared to an Apple Tree rather than an Ash or Elm tree. In the Slavo-Germanic tale of the Three Golden Hairs, after crossing to the land of the dead and realm of the gods the hero comes across the Tree of Life as a golden apple tree, though it is being chewed by a Mouse/Snake in its roots. While in Holle's realm where she aids in reincarnation and the birth of new souls, she possesses a tree with sentient apples, as Holle will often tend the Tree of Life and the souls of infants grow from the tree "like apples". The Celtic symbol which descended into German folk art for the Tree of Life even more resembles an Apple Tree in its shape than any other contenders of which among the Celto-Germanics the Oak would be the next likely contender.-TLK
It is said by the Eldar that in water there lives yet the echo of the Music of the Ainur more than in any substance that is in this Earth; and many of the Children of Ilúvatar hearken still unsated to the voices of the Sea, and yet know not for what they listen.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien
To speak on my captivation and deep love for the sea is to mirror the heart of most women - we are salt, water and air, overflowing with storm and raging depths, utterly held (always) under the influence of moon.
This painting began its origins with Andromeda, whose myth echoes the sin of her Mother, Kassiopeia and her hubris at extolling Andromeda's beauty, thus angering Poseidon, who sends the sea monster Cetus to ravage Andromeda as divine punishment. Andromeda is stripped and chained naked to a rock as a sacrifice to sate the monster, but is saved from death by Perseus.
But something did not add up.
"Andromeda" is the Latinized form of the Greek Ἀνδρομέδα which means "ruler of men" - rather odd for a woman who seemed to be caught helpless in her own destiny. I fell quite suddenly under the spell of this mythos, certain that the Greek hero's rescue of the intended victim of an archaic hieros gamos (sacred marriage) was mistold. In my connection to her, I felt that the entire myth had been woven without her involvement or voice. And that the deeper divine marriage was between her soul and the sea - for both are, in their ways, the rulers of men.
And so I asked, and she replied:
"I am the power of all
elements. Where air meets water.
My heart is the fire of lightning,
the roaring beat of thunder.
The storm in which
all elements converge
in wild chaotic dance.
I have no need of words -
the ocean is my voice.
the storm is my soul
As all women are."
And so, as I've chose to depict her, she is - at the very least - the ruler of her own damn self, with the moon illuminating her as both halo and guide; the waves her garments, casting forth in elemental power her will indomitable of frothing water and storm, all of which are held to and by her.
As all women are. Returning to the depths of all that we are.
"Spell of the Sea"
Mixed Media
2017
― J.R.R. Tolkien
To speak on my captivation and deep love for the sea is to mirror the heart of most women - we are salt, water and air, overflowing with storm and raging depths, utterly held (always) under the influence of moon.
This painting began its origins with Andromeda, whose myth echoes the sin of her Mother, Kassiopeia and her hubris at extolling Andromeda's beauty, thus angering Poseidon, who sends the sea monster Cetus to ravage Andromeda as divine punishment. Andromeda is stripped and chained naked to a rock as a sacrifice to sate the monster, but is saved from death by Perseus.
But something did not add up.
"Andromeda" is the Latinized form of the Greek Ἀνδρομέδα which means "ruler of men" - rather odd for a woman who seemed to be caught helpless in her own destiny. I fell quite suddenly under the spell of this mythos, certain that the Greek hero's rescue of the intended victim of an archaic hieros gamos (sacred marriage) was mistold. In my connection to her, I felt that the entire myth had been woven without her involvement or voice. And that the deeper divine marriage was between her soul and the sea - for both are, in their ways, the rulers of men.
And so I asked, and she replied:
"I am the power of all
elements. Where air meets water.
My heart is the fire of lightning,
the roaring beat of thunder.
The storm in which
all elements converge
in wild chaotic dance.
I have no need of words -
the ocean is my voice.
the storm is my soul
As all women are."
And so, as I've chose to depict her, she is - at the very least - the ruler of her own damn self, with the moon illuminating her as both halo and guide; the waves her garments, casting forth in elemental power her will indomitable of frothing water and storm, all of which are held to and by her.
As all women are. Returning to the depths of all that we are.
"Spell of the Sea"
Mixed Media
2017
"It is that holy poetry and singing we are after. We want powerful words and songs that can be heard underwater and over land. It is the wild singing we are after, our chance to use the wild language we are learning by heart under the sea. When a woman speaks her truth, fires up her intention and feeling, staying tight with the instinctive nature, she is singing, she is living in the wild breath-stream of the soul. To live this way is a cycle in itself, one meant to go on, go on, go on."
-Clarissa Pinkola Estes
-Clarissa Pinkola Estes
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"The Infinite Goodness has such wide arms that it
takes in whatever turns to it."
—Dante Aligheri
"Spirit Guide"
From the "Spellcasting Oracle",
2020
takes in whatever turns to it."
—Dante Aligheri
"Spirit Guide"
From the "Spellcasting Oracle",
2020
"✨Reclaiming Our Christ Consciousness✨
The frequency impact of the unity source code anchored into the planetary architecture through the Krystal Host, is rippling throughout the multiple dimensional fields and into many dead energy spaces.
Dead energy spaces or phantom matrices are separate areas where the massive layers of the consciousness fields that make up timelines and other spaces, are unable to exchange or circulate with the source code frequency. These dead spaces that house dead timelines or hungry ghost entities have been clearing out to other continuum's or being demolished and collapsing.
https://energeticsynthesis.com/resource-tools/news-shift-timelines/2191-reclaiming-the-christos-body
888"
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The frequency impact of the unity source code anchored into the planetary architecture through the Krystal Host, is rippling throughout the multiple dimensional fields and into many dead energy spaces.
Dead energy spaces or phantom matrices are separate areas where the massive layers of the consciousness fields that make up timelines and other spaces, are unable to exchange or circulate with the source code frequency. These dead spaces that house dead timelines or hungry ghost entities have been clearing out to other continuum's or being demolished and collapsing.
https://energeticsynthesis.com/resource-tools/news-shift-timelines/2191-reclaiming-the-christos-body
888"
Follow Perpetual Bliss channel: https://t.me/+n_xwURSEtrJkNzU0
(msg link: https://t.me/c/1527962270/729)
https://t.me/StarConnective/486, https://t.me/IPRGhana/46
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57. Signals Between Beings; Neurological Repair, Communications, & Planet Waves (15 March 2022)
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61. Recovering Relationships From False Environments; An Individual Essence of Planet Waves Community (18 March 2022)
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Can I Climb On Your Lap, Mama? by Sharon Smith
I hurt.
Everywhere.
Can I climb on your lap
And rest my head against your ample breast?
I need you, Mama.
To hold me.
To tell me it’s going to be okay.
To soothe me
And make the fear and anxiety go away.
I feel lost, Mama.
Nowhere to turn.
In a world where your Daughters are
Beaten,
Battered,
Mocked,
Scorned,
Overworked,
Underpaid,
Called “Nasty Women”
Sluts
Whores
Bitches,
Witches.
And are
Used,
Abused,
Raped,
Murdered,
Missing,
Forgotten.
Can I climb on your lap, Mama?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
My Beloved Daughter,
I hear your cry,
I feel your pain and sorrow,
And I want you to know:
I am here for you, always.
Yes, yes, come onto my lap
I shall hold you close to my heart;
I shall rock you gently in my arms
And let you rest.
And I shall tell you a story…
But it may not be the one you wish to hear.
I will not lie to you, Beloved,
I cannot tell you everything will be all right,
Nor will I say the world will not be cruel to you.
But I will tell you this:
You are Powerful.
You are Strong,
You are Beautiful,
Intelligent,
Brave,
Resilient,
Resourceful,
Persistent,
Imaginative,
Creative.
You are Wise.
You hold within you
Pearls of Great Price
That no Man can steal away.
You have
A Song to sing,
A Story to tell,
A Poem to write,
An Image to paint,
A Thought to think
A World to create.
I shall comfort you, my Sweet One,
But I shall not coddle you.
I shall wipe the tears from your eyes,
But I shall not promise there will be no more tears.
Life is not meant to be easy;
It is meant to be lived—
Through the good times and the bad times:
As Summer yields to Winter,
So, too, your life will have
Seasons of Warmth and Cold,
Moments of Light and Darkness,
Times of Fertility and Barrenness.
But I am here for you,
To Teach you and to Guide you,
To remind you of Who You Are
When the lights go out,
So that you will not despair
To walk where you cannot see.
And if you fall, my Beloved Daughter,
I will help you to your feet.
But you must dust yourself off
And keep moving forward.
Because that Path you’re on?
It’s yours.
And you must walk it on your own.
But do not fear, my Darling,
You can do it!
As long as you remember this:
You are stronger than you think!
Say it over and over again to yourself!
I hurt.
Everywhere.
Can I climb on your lap
And rest my head against your ample breast?
I need you, Mama.
To hold me.
To tell me it’s going to be okay.
To soothe me
And make the fear and anxiety go away.
I feel lost, Mama.
Nowhere to turn.
In a world where your Daughters are
Beaten,
Battered,
Mocked,
Scorned,
Overworked,
Underpaid,
Called “Nasty Women”
Sluts
Whores
Bitches,
Witches.
And are
Used,
Abused,
Raped,
Murdered,
Missing,
Forgotten.
Can I climb on your lap, Mama?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
My Beloved Daughter,
I hear your cry,
I feel your pain and sorrow,
And I want you to know:
I am here for you, always.
Yes, yes, come onto my lap
I shall hold you close to my heart;
I shall rock you gently in my arms
And let you rest.
And I shall tell you a story…
But it may not be the one you wish to hear.
I will not lie to you, Beloved,
I cannot tell you everything will be all right,
Nor will I say the world will not be cruel to you.
But I will tell you this:
You are Powerful.
You are Strong,
You are Beautiful,
Intelligent,
Brave,
Resilient,
Resourceful,
Persistent,
Imaginative,
Creative.
You are Wise.
You hold within you
Pearls of Great Price
That no Man can steal away.
You have
A Song to sing,
A Story to tell,
A Poem to write,
An Image to paint,
A Thought to think
A World to create.
I shall comfort you, my Sweet One,
But I shall not coddle you.
I shall wipe the tears from your eyes,
But I shall not promise there will be no more tears.
Life is not meant to be easy;
It is meant to be lived—
Through the good times and the bad times:
As Summer yields to Winter,
So, too, your life will have
Seasons of Warmth and Cold,
Moments of Light and Darkness,
Times of Fertility and Barrenness.
But I am here for you,
To Teach you and to Guide you,
To remind you of Who You Are
When the lights go out,
So that you will not despair
To walk where you cannot see.
And if you fall, my Beloved Daughter,
I will help you to your feet.
But you must dust yourself off
And keep moving forward.
Because that Path you’re on?
It’s yours.
And you must walk it on your own.
But do not fear, my Darling,
You can do it!
As long as you remember this:
You are stronger than you think!
Say it over and over again to yourself!
Define her abyss
Show it respect
Then a celestial nest
Will grow above
When I'm broken, I am whole
And when I'm whole, I'm broken
Our mother's philosophy
It feels like quicksand
And if she sinks
I'm going down with her
Locate her black lake
The steam from this pit
Will form a cloud
For her to live on
When she's broken, she is whole
And when she's whole, she's broken
Our mother's philosophy
It feels like quicksand
And if she sinks
I'm going down with her
Hackle this darkness
Up to the light
Where choreographed oxygen
Embroiders the air
When we're broken we are whole
And when we're whole we're broken
We are the siblings of the sun
Let's step into this beam
Every time you give up
You take away our future
And my continuity and my daughter's
And her daughters
And her daughters
And her daughters-bjork
Show it respect
Then a celestial nest
Will grow above
When I'm broken, I am whole
And when I'm whole, I'm broken
Our mother's philosophy
It feels like quicksand
And if she sinks
I'm going down with her
Locate her black lake
The steam from this pit
Will form a cloud
For her to live on
When she's broken, she is whole
And when she's whole, she's broken
Our mother's philosophy
It feels like quicksand
And if she sinks
I'm going down with her
Hackle this darkness
Up to the light
Where choreographed oxygen
Embroiders the air
When we're broken we are whole
And when we're whole we're broken
We are the siblings of the sun
Let's step into this beam
Every time you give up
You take away our future
And my continuity and my daughter's
And her daughters
And her daughters
And her daughters-bjork