merkaba

So this is a Merkaba.





I saw this and thought, "Look familiar?"





Triangle in triangle.
I seriously am obsessed with drawing them.
The one above is not the best example but you get the point.
And the crystal I bought is that exactly - triangle on triangle.
One pointing up, one pointing down.

Merkaba.
M.

light

I'm passing over.
Seriously, lightest ever.
New territories, kids.
New territories.

Yours truly.
M.

visuals, once more

purify

Dear souls.
It's time, to Cleanse.

cleanse

  [klenz]  Show IPA verb, cleansed, cleans·ing.

verb (used with object)

1.

to make clean.

2.

to remove by or as if by cleaning: to cleanse sin from the soul.

verb (used without object)

3.

to become clean.

pu·ri·fy

  [pyoor-uh-fahy]  Show IPA verb, pu·ri·fied,pu·ri·fy·ing.

verb (used with object)

1.

to make pure; free from anything that debases, pollutes,adulterates, or contaminates: to purify metals.

2.

to free from foreign, extraneous, or objectionable elements: to purify a language.

3.

to free from guilt or evil.

4.

to clear or purge (usually followed by of  or from  ).

5.

to make clean for ceremonial or ritual use.

verb (used without object)

6.

to become pure.

Really, mind, body and soul.
Proper deep-clean. A post-Solstice deep-clean purification.
I think it's only appropriate, y'know.

And it's so necessary right now, at this very point in time.
So, very, very, necessary.
Especially to get the clarity to see where my path is going.
I don't want to be weighed down anymore, by anything.
I want to have the clarity of vision to see freely where my life is going and is going to go.

Last Autumn I was doing so well, with the yoga and the eating and the reading and everything.
When was the last time I was consciously grateful for something?
When was the last time I made good food?
When was the last time I was mindful for like, half an hour?

Seriously.
So, therefore.
With the tour coming up, I've got the ideal opportunity to concentrate on this for a month.
Since we're constantly driving around the country, I won't spend any time in Tallinn.
Love my hometown as I do, it is the place where all the old patterns come barging in.

And so, here we go.
Let's cleanse.
Time for a plan later, but this is the journey.

Cleansed.
M.

light

I passed you on a Sunday,
like I had countless
countless
countless times before.
I passed you where the walls melt,
and the daisies bend their heads.
I passed you in the sunshine,
almost touched your hand.
I passed you in the rain
and your light touched mine,
in all its glory
and the spectrum.
I passed you,
and I passed you again.

Drink it.
M.

travel, child

And so, I'm back.
Hello, boys and girls!

First of all, Stockholm, then A. and I in Tallinn.
10 days of madness.
She left yesterday and now I'm preparing to go spend Midsummer in Finland, with K. and Pisces-no-2.

There's some promise of a bouncy castle, a rowing boat, lots of grilled sausage of course, a forest lake and just a steady steady 5-day period of Midsummer meditation-ness.
I
cannot
wait

Those who don't know, Midsummer is a big thing in Estonia. A big thing. Lighting fires on the shortest night of the year.
And it's amazing.

So that's my week to come.
Apart from that there's been plenty of circus, plenty of chats about life and the universe and myself.
Still trying to get some of the changes to solidify. Properly really solidify.
Because I much prefer this new Maria.



Oh, and I should also stop playing god. So should many many other people.
And just trust life.
Really trust life.

Peace.
M.

eyes

I truly wanna squint into the sun.
Eyes almost shut, and so much light coming in.
Light and warmth.

I wanna squint into the sun.

Sense.
M.

desk

i have never ever wanted a desk in my whole life.
in my whole, whole, whole life.

like
where has this come from?

Anyway.
I want a desk, and the clarity, and a pencil pot.
Thanks.

Gimmeadesk.
M.

spring

My mega Soviet romantic nostalgia photo, from yesterday.

I love it.
It reminds me of my childhood.
I like the sharp lines (maybe that's why I'm a fan of them anyway).
(And no, it doesn't actually look like that, the suburbs are really green.)

Just so much sky.

Happy spring.
M.

blackbird, fly

I don't know why but this song fixes something. Whatever the fracture, this fixes it.

Into the light
of the dark black night

And fly.
M.

this poem

I love poetry. I really really do.
And this just, I don't know why, as it is with poems, just hits the mark.
It just gets me inbetween the nerve-endings of my ribcage.
Every once in a while I'm just so happy to find one like this, one poem with this effect.
I hope you'll like it, some of you enjoy it, and that a few of you who love poetry will love it to the unreasonable extent I do.

12.22.
M.

chaos

i will stand adorned
in the middle of this chaos, unfased

so in love with mayhem

the Devil still doesn't play fair.
M.

core

"i have infinite amounts of energy running through me, and i will not restrain it
as i guide my friends, i will guide myself
i will never be alone, because we are all connected
i will not beg for love or attention, because i am worthy of both"

say my name

At some point in my life, I want someone to throw a ball, for me. (By ball, I do not mean a basket ball. I mean, a ball, a dance, a party. Could be a masquerade. That would be so much fun.)
I don't really mind the occasion, I don't think there has to be a big occasion for people to want to throw dances and dance with masks on.

And a waltz, in itself. Such a brilliantly ominous and/or seductive form. (And i think it often doesn't get the credit it deserves.) I would like to waltz. But to good waltzes, I shall post some later, not the flippant kind. This doesn't mean flippant isn't good, just it could be so much better in my books.

Devil's ball.
M.