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In a myriad of symbols, Christ chose a serpent to liken himself to1—an intriguing analogy considering the predominantly negative connotations of serpents throughout the Bible, beggining in Genesis2. However, it’s crucial to delve into what this symbolism represents to uncover its deeper layers of meaning. This text explores a dream I had, the mysterious and transformative symbolism of the serpent, drawing connections to the human condition, the cosmos, and the potential for self-integration...

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pine marten sketch commission

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L'amour à la mer (Guy Gilles, 1964)

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I should be happy but I'm so unmotivated about everything that idk...

I get psyched about making plans for a few min then reality sinks in and nothing really ever goes as planned and I just... there's always something bad lurking at the corner of my mind

I end up being in between crying or just not caring about anything anymore

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I'm tired, sad

And tired of being sad

I feel like if I run

No one will come after me

If I feel, it's wrong to hide away

But If I finally show

"You should better tone it down"

Stupid city filled with cigarettes, whores and desilussion

In this butthurt night I'm just lonely again

Feeling what I always felt for years

That you are born, and you die

Alone

So, in the end, everyone is just in this batshit crazy ride for themselves...

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I despise myself, I don't think I have ever really enjoyed my own presence or company...

I suppose i've just accepted and endured that this is the rotting shell I carry and the disheveled entrails along with it.

However, it doesn't make it easier. So, for a while I've decided to not ignore the unhinged mechanical gears whirring noisily out of place. For a long time I've tried desperately to fix it, and i almost managed to.

The hour beat on the right time, but the minute pointer seemed a little late sometimes, but mostly right...

But late pointers inevitably end up changing day into night. And rightfully so, in night my soul wandered aimless, hopeless, in it's pursuit for light.

The familiar warm embrace of the sun turned into icy fog.

I froze, my fingers fell off along with my toes, and in painful lethargy my limbs numbed and burned to the bitter cold, my death was slow, but almost painless.

Falling off in pieces until there was only a lonely carcass wondering, pondering over all that could not be changed.

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Henri Lievens

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"It's no joke man!" Inspiring words from

- Jordan Peterson

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Your emotions, volatile

Your beliefs, fixed

What I feel is a rock,

Sometimes in my throat

Sometimes in my heart

My truth

Ever-changing

Evergreen

I'm a mountain with endless trees

You're the ocean with infinite coral reefs

We are all that we can't see"

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Happy Winter Solstice from all of us at the Gallery in the Sun Museum!

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ATTENTION TO EVERY ARTIST OUT THERE

I am looking for artist that I can Introduce on my Instagram page.

Just send me your art & I’ll share it.

If you want to write a little introduction of yourself, so people will get to know the artist behind the work a little bit.

I would love to support your art, so check it out:

My artist support Instagram account is: @0penatelier

Please reblog & share to find little artist all around the globe!

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The Weighing of the Heart from the Book of the Dead of Ani. At left, Ani and his wife enter the assemblage of gods. At center, Anubis weighs Ani’s heart against the feather of Maat, observed by the goddesses Renenutet and Meshkenet, the god Shay, and Ani’s own ba. At right, the monster Ammut, who will devour Ani’s soul if he is unworthy, awaits the verdict, while the god Thoth prepares to record it. At top are gods acting as judges: Hu and Sia, Hathor, Horus, Isis and Nephthys, Nut, Geb, Tefnut, Shu, Atum, and Ra-Horakhty.

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Procession in Crypt, 1927, M.C. Escher

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“The Earth is littered with the ruins of empires that believed they were eternal.”

— Camille Paglia

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“We must have one love, one great love in our life, since it gives us an alibi for all the moments when we are filled with despair.”

— Albert Camus, Notebooks 1935-1942 (via whyallcaps)