“On your journey, you may stumble upon a house, walking, hopping, twirling or spinning on chicken legs. The door is made of human bones, the bolts of human fingers; the lock is a mouth of grinning death. Around the perimeter is a picket fence with a skull on each stake. One stake stands empty, to receive your head, should you fail to meet the test. This sight alone is enough to shock the seeker out of ordinary perception. This is not a place of rational logic.

The proprietor of this remarkable house is an ancient hag, the Baba Yaga, who may swoop down on you in her mortar and pestle as you ride. A broom trails behind her, wiping out any traces of her comings and goings, for she cannot be pinned down.

With cackling laugh and eyes that become like points of fire, she inquires what you seek. You must stand up to her boldly and declare what it is that you want.”

“Do you come here of your own free will, or do you come by compulsion?”  ”Have you come to do deeds, doughty youth, or to flee from deeds?”  ”Have you become conscious enough to go beyond duality?” 

which-witch:

Can you tell I’m in the mood for spring?

thelastgreatpoolparty:

darkforestdolly:

Victorian photograph of a girl with her gnome friends.

The sweet, sweet kitschiness.

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psychedelirium:

oceanofmind:

Justine Kurland

This is so beautiful

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gypsyism:

love to give by ~kaleidoactive

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gypsyism:

Cosmic Agony by ~Magillunatica

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“A duality in which one valence is valued over the other causes dichotomies within our perception of ourselves and others. We begin to live a one-sided reality, and illusion created by our own mind.

masculine/feminine 
mind/body
thinking/feeling
life/death

When we identify exclusively with one side of the duality and dissociate or repress the other that we begin to have a false view of reality. Clinging neurotically to our chosen identification, we cannot move to a position of wholeness. A balance must be found.”

laplumeabelle:

fernsandmoss

from Be Here Now by Ram Dass

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“The chaos that she [The Black Goddess] embodies is a chattering of rigid categories. If we can enter into it, that chaos can resurrect us into a higher wisdom, rooted in the wisdom of the creative process. The chaos that we fear is the very thing that can free us.”

gypsyism:

Peace of Mind by ~FireRaiserXD

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