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 - Hilma af Klint

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Judy Ann Magers 

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winged serpent with a golden ring

This past week I almost died on the highway in a hail storm, visited social security in kerrville to replace a lost card, sat beneath 400 year old cypress trees on the Guadalupe, cast all sorts of protection magik to keep a warrant in Big Bend country from popping up while applying for a new Texas drivers license,
lamented the bureaucratic machine, acknowledged the bullshit & the blessings, exalted in Momma Earth’s wrath;
all in vigilant prayer and constant reminder that the drawing in and out of breath is e n o u g h for consciousness embodied. Every day is earth day, mother to us all. Be kind, be grateful, & be love in Her name. Δmεи

Hello again spring, I turned 29 last week.
The bluebonnets cover everything and their violet-indigo is the perfect compliment to the golden halo I feel all awash with.
I have shed a heavy winter skin and am
cruising faster than ever away from the serious, weighted down matters of the temporal plane, changing course for the direction of ceaselessly flowing love & wonder & light.
My god the light! Crystalline dimensions encircle everything like never before. Its transformative elixir is ours for the taking.
I’m so goddamn thirsty and drinking it in.