image photography by Natalie Ving Slime beneath me, slime up above
Ooh, you'll love my (ah-ah-ah) toxic love
-Hexxus Hello, my name is Joey, and I keep trying to heal toxic men. These words have been ringing in my ears for a few weeks now, so much so that I knew eventually I was going to have to bite the bullet and write about it.
As the threat of isolation looms, and the Universe decided level of Shadow work that this introspective period will inevitably bring
The Spiritual Ecosystem is stormy of late, Starlet. It can feel like being churned up by the deepest waves, suffocated, and smashed against the rocks, leaving us breathless and frantic, and when at last we grasp a life-line, it turns out to be made of barbed wire. There has been thunder cracked moments that leave us raw and scorched, shaking in the shock of it all, not sure where to turn next. Where do we turn when every exit feels like we are skidding over on ice patched lan
“Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one.”
― Albert Einstein It is worth noting that we, as human beings, can deconstruct everything into nothingness, build something from the smallest electrical impulse of inspiration, and change the course of history on a whim.
The debate around what is 'real' therefore is somewhat infuriating; at once everything and nothing is real, based only on our perception and belief.
We categorize every part of our existence,
Image sabrina nielsen photography Sweet Queen,
I know it feels as though your lungs are heavy
And your heart is full of stones
That the weightlessness of tear spun lakes
Is the only home you’ve known
I know you could spin a thousand veils
From the pain that you’ve outgrown
On your own
The shimmer is a glimmer of the armour that you forge
To be defenceless is a treasure
You rarely could afford
And it feels as though your Corvus wings
Are tethered to
Image Source Chasing the Shadow A Tale of the Fox and the Rabbit “Don’t send a Rabbit to kill a fox.” – Ghost in the Shell Long has humanity feared the Dark spaces.
The Underworld, perhaps the pinnacle of all Dark spaces, has peculiar methods of communication.
This recent journey of Soul it instigated within me, which has been littered with synchronicity and crystal clear moments of understanding, began, largely, as a result of a cup of coffee… well, two to be exact. The se
January is one of those months; it has a stillness to it; often feeling stark, bleak, and unyielding both in nature and on an energetic level; it continues the theme of the bare bones of all things and whilst we are encouraged to begin again, renew ourselves optimistically and with gusto, I often feel that there is a step missing in this inevitable pattern. I understand the need for self renewal and have stuck to the theme of January being “Self care is Soul care,” through of