#as a star

[self-study-journal]

Humans aren't made of archetypes; They're made of energies

Energies in fluidity, humans are one of the densest species the galaxies have ever seen. Due to their obliviousness and willful ignorance to their depths in order to bask in the pain of the illusion of their attempts in basking in bliss of shallowness, most humans in this time of the Earth are unable to be humans.

The ancient energies of all the gods, humans of ancient origins, and magic of the Earth have been forgotten, the volume of the quiet had been turned a blind eye, a meek spirit, in order to turn to those shouting rageful wars of their worlds from their internal turmoil.

These energies are the Divine Masculine, Divine Feminine, each with their light and dark attributes, and the Divine Child of the Universe.

Each human is made of these energies. Multiple variations had been due to the soul's imprint in terms of which is the most dominant one, or the effects of the human experiences in the human collision with its confusion, furthering improving their more immersive and often linked deeper, well-intrigued and explorative Human vibration. Due to these variances, multiple humans have claimed to have "genders," upon which sexualities might also be reflect ant.

However, there is a downside to this. Multiple youth today are then affected by the sins, wounds, and burdens of the ancient past, embedded and buried in their DNAs, passed down from every wounded soul of each generation of their lineage, furthering sealing these multiple karmic tendencies upon which have not been, absolved, learned from, nor converted into primal wisdom in which transforms their life situations into lessons, and effectively stopping these from happening again.

Wounds exist through multiple lifetimes. Whether or not they are worn as a badge of a scar, pride embedded in that scare of a core due to the healing process happening in lightyears of unseen progresses in the currency of the human time, or they are seen as marks to be covered, buried under guilt and shame for their existence, just as their master treats their own mortality as one they wish to be more finite, these wounds are existing in this plane of reality at this timeline.

Multiple karmic people, situations, and lifetimes wounds, and curses are to be broken by the people experiencing them. Consciously, in the experience, your human body and soul, at its own fine consciousness, would not wish to experience them in the moment. Thus, forgetting to live in the moment due to their tendency to escape and desire to be inn another reality, but here's the thing-- Imagination exists in order to access a higher timeline and fantasy upon which are then to be rooted into the ground for you to live as a physical experience-- you cannot abandon your body out of fear this human world could take you out.

Attraction, as described by someone who does not feel the "common" descriptions prescribed by the terminologies of the current dictionaries of this world, is something intriguing in the terms of soul identity and attraction.

Energies are naturally inclined towards something they are familiar with; no matter their opposites, it is still something they know. The contrast between purple and yellow is high, nonetheless, are still connected due to their displacement in the human color wheel (it is still inaccurate to this way).

Someone who gives a lot is to attract and be attracted to someone who receives and takes to a fault. Someone who has loyalties outside themselves are to be attracted and to attract those who betray them for themselves. Someone selfless could end up with someone selfish.

Why settle into these energies?

It's all they've known.

Humans like familiar things- how odd they may be. The ever consciousness knowing thought of it all- the horrors of the existence, the previous memories haunting you like the ghost it had traumatized you to be, dead but alive, are clawing out to your skin, begging you to let them go. And yet still here you are- watching them with both horror and delight at their repeated existence and visitations, like an unknown stranger visiting your house in the middle of the night, and not having been able to have any other better experience in regard to visitations to compare better ones to this one.

To raise higher standards s to protect yourself from everything lower than you, effectively rejecting everything that's not your worth, for anything that doesn't add value to your life only takes from it.

How does this work?

just as someone stumbled into a problem, they would lead themselves out of it in the first place- and this doesn't happen when you escape the problem,

it only happens when you face it.

Do you fear the monster that knocks outside your door? Or do you stand and go meet him, hereby daresay even face him as you swing the door open, threatening him, hoping your intimidation would be effective as to both establish yourself as a worthy opponent, and one that could easily scare him off?

Problems show you their solutions, themselves. They echo as they whisper while holding your hand, the other one pointing at their insides of jungled knotted, mess. "Here," it whispers, "this is what you work with. What do I need? What is the purpose of lack? How can you solve me? How can you fill me up?"

The lack is there for you to fill it up. The obscurity and senselessness is there for you to tie up an explanation of the serendipitously string of divinely coordinate orchestra of the slight string of the air of words having by the threaad of your mouth and the roof of your lips.

Do you honestly thin you're alone in this big whole, planes of interdimensional collpasing and emerging of all prseent and separate, individualistic, world and star building galaxies?

There's a reason most stars don't come down to Earth.

You hold your hand out, untangling the mess the problem had shown you. Multiple stories of untamable characters, leaving the plot to go insane, now twirling around your finger, circles fully coming to close.

"It's all connected," you say. "It's all one." You whisper.

In everything, it is. In any essence, it's not.

Logic is just an explanation and way of thinking so ordained and chained by its repetition and approved by the mirroring of the universe's laws, effectively trapping people who stay in.

Hopelessness is the inactivity to follow your dreams.

Are you open to dreams? Ones you escape to, ones you sleep in> Do you remember when a cow started chasing you? When the secret force of people in suits then chase you out of the frame, effectively scaring off all the characters there?

Do you walk around your house, ready to fuck off the shadow walking at three in the morning? Do you have your pentacle?

Or are you someone with lost hopes, waiting for you to be found again?

DO you miss the stars? Do you have an inkling towards them?

Maybe having been fallen down here on Earth wasn't an accident,

nor was it a choice.

Not yours to be made, not yours to be rejoiced.

Revolted from. Reject from.

Be resentful of, be reminded with, taunted with, every waking dead second of your every day life

breathing, eating, strolling,

all aimlessly

with a world in your head

and a mind out of body

To live the world you desire is to simply acknowledge this one like it.

No, you must not hope to be in another world.

To leave from this realm, when you are meant to bring back down your imagination to the physical matters, effectively creating a solicitation balance between both worlds.

You are a bridge to both worlds, and you must keep making sure you plant each foot in their respective worlds.

Aligning with the stars and the heavenly bodies,

Suryn Kapil

[deseos-de-la-via-lactea]

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[die-rosastrasse]

Various stars & moon details from my gouache paintings 🌙✨

[karlrincon]

Happy New Year 2024 from Korea.

Year of the 🐲🐉!

[septemberkisses]

the fact that i'm no longer the same age as the protagonists of novels and films i once connected to is so heartbreaking. there was a time when I looked forward to turning their age. i did. and i also outgrew them. i continue to age, but they don't; never will. the immortality of fiction is beautiful, but cruel.

[spockderangementsyndrome]

I know "60s housewives who invented slash fanfiction" has taken on a life of its own as a phrase, but Kirk/Spock didn't really exist until the 70s and THOSE WOMEN HAD JOBS. They were teachers and librarians and bookkeepers and scientists and they damn well spent their own money going to conventions, printing zines, buying fanart and making fandom happen. Put some respect on their names.

[ahsteria]

“the arts and sciences are completely separate fields that should be pitted against each other” the overlap of the arts and sciences make up our entire perceivable reality they r fucking on the couch

[karnalesbian]

she commit acts of intercourse on my erogeneous zones until i achieve sexual climax

[spockvarietyhour]

Star Trek: Deep Space Nine "Past Tense, Pt. 1"

[nasa]

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[yuumei-art]

Star Stroll ⭐✨🌟

Just my usual obsession with translucent dresses haha

[nemfrog]

"The Big Dipper as it is today (left) and as it will look in 50,000 years." Dream of stars. 1940.

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[goldensunset]

[startrekvsfaceapp]

[mattel]

GOTTMIK RuPaul’s Drag Race All Stars 9x03

[plasmalink]

I don't know what came over me to create this