We are storm, fire and blood

Listen to the words of the Great Mother, who was of old also called Artemis; Astarte; Diana; Melusine; Aphrodite; Cerridwen; Dana; Arianrhod; Isis; Bride; and by many other names.
Whenever ye have need of anything, once in a month, and better it be when the Moon be full, then ye shall assemble in some secret place and adore the spirit of me, who am Queen of all Witcheries.
There shall ye assemble, ye who are fain to learn all sorcery, yet have not yet won its deepest secrets: to these will I teach things that are yet unknown.
And ye shall be free from slavery; and as a sign that ye are really free, ye shall be naked in your rites; and ye shall dance, sing, feast, make music and love, all in my praise.
For mine is the ecstasy of the spirit and mine also is joy on earth; for my Law is Love unto all Beings.
Keep pure your highest ideal; strive ever toward it; let naught stop you or turn you aside.
For mine is the secret door which opens upon the Land of Youth; and mine is the Cup of the Wine of Life, and the Cauldron of Cerridwen, which is the Holy Grail of Immortality.
I am the Gracious Goddess, who gives the gift of joy unto the heart. Upon earth, I give the knowledge of the spirit eternal; and beyond death, I give peace, and freedom, and reunion with those who have gone before. Nor do I demand sacrifice, for behold I am the Mother of All Living, and my love is poured out upon the earth.
Hear ye the words of the Star Goddess, she in the dust of whose feet are the hosts of heaven; whose body encircleth the Universe; I, who am the beauty of the green earth, and the white Moon among the stars, and the mystery of the waters, and the heart’s desire, call unto thy soul. Arise and come unto me.
For I am the Soul of Nature, who giveth life to the universe; from me all things proceed, and unto me must all things return; and before my face, beloved of gods and mortals, thine inmost divine self shall be unfolded in the rapture of infinite joy.
Let my worship be within the heart that rejoiceth, for behold: all acts of love and pleasure are my rituals. And therefore let there be beauty and strength, power and compassion, honour and humility, mirth and reverence within you.
And thou who thinkest to seek for me, know thy seeking and yearning shall avail thee not, unless thou know this mystery: that if that which thou seekest thou findest not within thee, thou wilt never find it without thee.
For behold, I have been with thee from the beginning; and I am that which is attained at the end of desire.

The Charge of the Goddess, Doreen Valiente

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Publicités

Soldier Freak [Street Style]

Pour l’intitulé de ce look, je n’arrivais pas à choisir entre l’évocation du petit soldat en bois et le performer de cirque au temps des Freaks (rappelons le, et Diane Arbus le disait si bien « Most people go through life dreading they’ll have a traumatic experience. Freaks were born with their trauma. They’ve already passed their test in life. They’re aristocrats. ») alors j’ai tout simplement choisi les deux! Lire la suite de « Soldier Freak [Street Style] »

Nude tones

Aujourd’hui, je travaille sur trois couleurs principales pour le look : noir, aubergine et nude mais c’est vraiment sur le haut que je souhaite attirer l’attention car les bijoux dans leurs teintes opale, or rose, ou translucide s’accordent bien avec les tons nudes que j’ai adoptés pour le haut à dentelles.

J’adore le fini de ce top que je trouve absolument divin. Délicatement ajouré, il est absolument transparent et révélant… Il est essentiel de porter du nude en-dessous pour ne pas gâcher la vue de la dentelle! Lire la suite de « Nude tones »

Devenir Fantôme

////(les textes sans auteur identifié proviennent de mes carnets personnels)

« There’s a ghost of a dream that you don’t even try to shake free off because you’re too in love with the way she haunts you. » Kamila Shamsie, Kartography

L’absence de l’être aimé : rêve de fusion, distanciation du regard

« Mais c’est mon unique aspiration, m’acheminer jusqu’à la boîte de Pandore que tu gardes comme un îlot de solitude, et boire toute l’eau qui nous sépare, divulguer nos secrets à la lune, faire d’Hécate notre maîtresse, nager dans les bras d’une mer oubliée vêtus de désirs, fumer le doux opium de ton âme ancienne, dormir au creux d’une épaisse canopée, communiquer par tirades sibyllines, nous observer à travers des toiles adamantines, y percer nos peurs ancestrales, faire pousser de nouveaux sens nés du partage absolu, et recréer un univers à partir de nos fusions lunaires. »

La rêverie débute toujours par une absence. Lire la suite de « Devenir Fantôme »