In Norse mythology, the Norns (plural “Nornir”) are female beings who rule the destiny of gods and men. They are comparable to the Moirai (also called “The Fates”) in Greek mythology. According to Snorri Sturluson’s […]
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Playthings, dead things
The agony is exquisite, is it not? A broken heart. You think you will die. But you just keep living. Day after day, after terrible day. – Charles Dickens – Great […]
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Les Champs léthargiques II
La foule des vivants rit et suit sa folie, Tantôt pour son plaisir, tantôt pour son tourment ; Mais par les morts muets, par les morts qu’on oublie, Moi, rêveur, je […]
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Les Champs léthargiques I
La foule des vivants rit et suit sa folie, Tantôt pour son plaisir, tantôt pour son tourment ; Mais par les morts muets, par les morts qu’on oublie, Moi, rêveur, je […]
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Sator Magic Square
S A T O R A R E P O T E N E T O P […]
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You’d speak my name in tongues
You’d speak my name in tongues, you’d holler out in spades Oh, how I wish you could love me again Into the darkness my baby flies, Into the darkness I say […]
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Esbat & Sabbat
There are eight Sabbats that make up the Wheel of the Year. The Sabbats are solar, seasonal and represent the cycle of birth, life, death and rebirth. The Esbats are the […]
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New Blood VII
For the American-Indians, the Sunrise / Sun Rays symbol represents perenniality and constancy. In Native crafts, its presence goes far back in history. The Sun destroys all the bad energy using his […]
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Pale, beyond Porch and Portal
Pale, beyond porch and portal, Crowned with calm leaves, she stands Who gathers all things mortal With cold immortal hands; […] She waits for each and other, She waits for all […]
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New Blood VI
Something new to celebrate the new year.
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The Empty House
See this house, how dark it is Beneath its vast-boughed trees! […] “Secrets”, sighs the night-wind, “Vacancy is all I find; Every keyhole I have made Wails a summons, faint and […]
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La Petite Danseuse
Even this heart of mine has something artificial. The dancers have sewn it into a bag of pink satin, pink satin slightly faded, like their dancing shoes. – Edgar Degas –
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