A fraction of nothing, just beyond your sight, kept from all of you.
Time to open your eyes.
My Dear,
You are priceless.
In our culture today, the real value of the feminine has been far undervalued and under-appreciated.
We tend to value things that we can touch, see, or understand with our logical mind.
But the real essence of who you are as woman is beyond form, dancing in the unseen, intangible realms.
The magic of the feminine is your mystery.
As a woman, one of your gifts is your profound intuition. You sense, see, and feel things beyond the physical. You know things way in advance. People may call you crazy, unreasonable, even unrealistic, but know that nothing revolutionary was created by dreaming small and buying into limitations.
We need your feminine gifts now on this planet more than ever in human history. We need your vision and your multidimensional sensitivity.
You as a woman have that magical ability to breathe life into something where there was nothing and give it form.
There is a reason that when you love, you light up a room.
There is a reason that when you give yourself to your man and support him with your heart’s devotion, his entire life transforms and even his income increases.
Your value is not in how you look, how much you weigh, how nice your skin is, whether you have no wrinkles or cellulite. Just you being an openhearted, radiant, blessing force of love…you are the gift in itself.
Just you allowing your soul-shine to smile upon all those you come in contact with is grace.
So, never sell your heart, body, or soul for love. The love you will get this way isn’t real.
Stay true to who you are and your inner knowing. This is one of the greatest gifts you can give us as men: Your authentic heart’s offering. If you aren’t you because you want us to love you, then we don’t really have YOU anyways.
You being fully self-expressed as the feminine is the gift.
There is nothing you need to DO and nothing you need to prove. I know we live in a culture where doing is worshiped, but know that just your presence is everything.
As a woman, you are a profound alchemical portal of transformation for us men. You are a Universe of infinite wonder where all of life exists.
Do you really know the power you have in the depth of your heart to move universes with simply the blink of an eye or a smile?
Do you really know the power you have to resurrect a life and give hope just with your compassion and care?
Do you really know the power you have to shape the future of humanity with the way you love a child?
Do you really know the power you have to inspire, so much so that a man built the Taj Mahal for his wife, who was dead!
Out of you, we are all birthed. For every human being alive, you were our first home for nine months. Out of you, we were literally formed and came into this world. Without you, we wouldn’t be.
And with you, we are more alive.
With you, I feel like I can touch the skies.
With you, there is nothing I cannot do.
I see you.
I honor you.
I love you.
Love.Now
—
Kute Blackson (via the-healing-nest)
Wow.
(via thewildsyde)
She is the portal to this world
(via itwillcometoyougoodweedhunting)
(via child-of-the-universe)
Haha it’s pretty simple really. Our mind goes from thinking we have logic to “joiealhrngerkdjshnvlkzjhdnsf”. It kind of sneaks up on you. You get to see her, and all of a sudden you find yourself wanting to see her more, and you’re not entirely too sure why. Just something about her makes you smile. You talk to her as much as you can. Or you at least try to anyways. But to be honest sometimes you find yourself at a loss for words. It’s because she’s gorgeous; you literally lose every thought in your mind. The only words you’re thinking are “wow…this girl…” and you WANT to tell her. But you know it’s not the right time, and you’re worried you’ll just scare her off. We think that for a number of reasons…you could have been hurt in the past by a guy and we don’t want to be associated with him by a stereotype, you could not be interested in us and think we’re creepy, the usual stuff. Anyways, as you talk to her more and more and time passes by. Days. Weeks. Months. However long it takes…you find your days strange if you don’t talk to her. She’s on your mind all the time. Everything from “man I wish she was here…” to “I can’t get over how beautiful her eyes are…I see them everytime I close mine…”. Then next thing you know you’re with her, and your heart starts racing as you begin to get shaky. You don’t want her to see your hand trembling, but in front of everybody you physically flirt a little to test the waters. And if she plays back you swallow everything and lightly go to take her hand. In front of every one. Your friends are cheering you on in their heads, but you can see it in their eyes. And then you look into hers just to see if she’s just as nervous as you are…..and at that point it’s fair to say you’ve fallen for a girl. Maybe not totally gone off the ledge, fallen in love. But she’s definitely going to be almost every thought you have. And every moment you’re not with her, you’re going to wish you were. And if you’re lucky enough to reach the point where she starts taking your hand first? Good luck son. Heart will be skipping beats. Pulse will be sky rocketing. Words may even stutter. I guess what I’m getting at is, a girl is kind of like an addiction. Not in a bad way (most the time). But once one catches your attention you can never get enough of her. You want more. You want to see her more. You want to hold her more. And above all else you want her to smile more…because all of those things, they give you a rush you just can’t replace.
(Source: asdfghjkllove)
Post Modern Mysticism: What Projection "Looks like"
Synaesthetically speaking, I am starting to believe my experience of the world is a bit different. Actually, I know that everyone’s experience is fundamentally different, but I think the difference between myself and others is that I pay a lot of attention to the crossing of my sensory experience….
When a mist of multiplying thoughts fills your mind, associations spinning endlessly, images jostling and memories whirling, free falling your inner space, you can always bring yourself back to NOW. This morning, making breakfast for the kids, I catch myself day dreaming, and with a gentle mental nudge i remind myself of where I am.. . And straightaway the kitchen clutter turns to spacious presence, a mosaic of sunlit squares across the floor, fading and brightening with the passing clouds. The metal rims of stools firing sparks, steam curls floating over cups, reflecting silver spoons. The perfect stillness of spilled coffee grains, the goldy yellow and blue of detergent bottles, and the window smudges exposed by the sun. Everything perfectly still and real, everything perfectly itself. Attention is an Alchemy that turns dullness into beauty and anxiety to ease.
—Poem by Steve Taylor “the alchemy of attention” (via thankuclarity)
This is a simulation of a rotating 4 dimensional Cube, otherwise known as a Tesseract or hypercube.
What you are seeing is it Rotating along one axis only. It is not being distorted, reshaped, or anything like that. it is simply Rotating - It appears to be distorted because you are only seeing the ‘projection’ of it. similarly if you rotated a 3D cube infront of lamp the shadow you would see would appear to distort as a 2D ‘projection’.
true hyperspace
Inside of me there exists a “space” created by and projected from the world around me. It works in the opposite direction as external sense, but the principles of certainty (and lack-thereof) within this realm remain the same. Closest on the other side things make the most sense, in that there is a high level of event-symbol correlation. However, as I push awareness inward further, the true nature of this “space” is revealed.
Outside of me, what we observe of space is fixed in a state that attempts to maintain force equilibrium (but is “apparently” expanding apart at an ever-accelerating rate, while some parts collapse or condense into ever more novel forms of complexity. Inside, however, there is no space, there is only body — and through body, one finds mind and soul. As these are non-physical, they are not bound to observed notions of linear continuity or dimension. Instead, these act as substrate mediums rather than true aspects of self, which are transduced through said mediums. These mediums exhibit the same properties as the space outside, yet because these mediums do not occupy physical vibration, the virtual “space” created is infinite in scope and capacity, and is capable of being “collapsed” or “condensed” around any arbitrary point. These are known as “nodes” or “filaments”, and exhibit non-local properties like instant information exchange and entanglement with other nodes. The awareness and health of this process in totality is directly proportional to conscious and unconscious integration.
carla fernández andrade
_______: to witness the magnitude of perfection of one’s reality
NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY
