#of consciousness and light

[psyhaven]

Of Consciousness and Light by John Pitre

[deirdresart]

had to do a post-lyctorhood Pyrrha Dve to go with my pre-lyctorhood Pyrrha Dve

[cosmicportal]

If u know u know.

[beronicalongcon]

it's so heartbreaking how in the first season shiv is pretending so hard that she's uninterested in being a part of the company and that she has her OWN Good Liberal Agenda and her OWN desires and beliefs and her OWN ways to get power and success and no tom don't worry I don't even want it!!! ofc she wants it more than anything in the world but she knows that to express desire is to be vulnerable to humiliation. but then that OLD CUNT coaxes her out of her shell and makes her believe she has a chance only to humiliate her over and over again and make her entire life about him because he can't stand for any of his kids not to be obsessed with him. "I've managed to get myself into this situation where what does my dad think is my entire fucking universe." sarah snook emmy logan roy kys 1000 times

[icndm]

@9710144

[ornithorynquerouge]

David Lynch in the Red Room, its work aims to reduce violence in communities and bring inner peace to individuals

[cherry-vennom]

If you want to change the world… love a woman, just one woman. Love and protect her, as if she’s the last holy vessel. Love her through her fear of abandonment; which she has been holding for all of humanity. No, the wound’s not hers to heal alone. No, she’s not weak in her dependence. If you want to change the world… love a woman all the way through, until she believes you, until her instincts, her visions, her voice, her art, her passion, her wildness have returned to her- until she’s a force of love, more powerful than all the political media demons who seek to devalue, and destroy her. If you want to change the world, lay down your causes, your guns, and protest signs. Lay down your inner war, your self righteous anger, and love a woman… beyond all of your striving for greatness, beyond your tenacious quest for enlightenment. The holy grail stands before you, if you would only take her in your arms, and let go of searching for something beyond this intimacy. If you want to change the world… love a woman to the depths of your shadow, to the highest reaches of your Being, back to the Garden, where you first met her; to the gateway of the rainbow realm where you walk through together as Light as One, to the point of no return, to the ends and the beginning of a New Earth. — Lisa Citore

[sfsolstice]

S. F. Solstice, from "if you've ever seen the dungeons & dragons movie"

[vulnerableagendaofdeath]

"I vulgarize my feelings by speaking of them too readily to others."

— Susan Sontag - from As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh

[wingedblooms]

A rose in the thorns

Remember when Madja told us that the Cauldron made its mark deepest in the mind? And then Sarah showed us this:

The gates to her mind … Solid iron, covered in vines of flowers—or it would have been. The blossoms were all sealed, sleeping buds tucked into tangles of leaves and thorns. (acowar)

Her flowers are described as sleeping buds that are tucked into tangles of leaves and thorns. Feyre describes her mental gates this way just before Elain uses powers that might be connected to mystics. And then, as others have pointed out, Sarah shows us this in the next book:

But Mor scented nothing, saw nothing. The tendril of power she speared toward the woods revealed only the usual birds and small beasts. A hart drinking from a hole in an iced-over stream. Nothing, except - There, between a snarl of thorns. A patch of darkness. It did not move, did not seem to do anything but linger. And watch. Familiar and yet foreign. Something in her power whispered not to touch it, not to go near it. Even from this distance. Mor obeyed. But she still watched that darkness in the thorns, as if a shadow had fallen asleep among them. Not like Azriel's shadows, twining and whispering. Something different. Something that stared back, watching her in turn. (Mor's pov, acofas)

A shadowy watcher in the woods, as if it had fallen asleep in the thorns. That imagery is eerily similar to Elain's sleeping buds. As a seer, she can find and watch others from afar.

"This time, you sent the trembling fawn to find me. I did not expect to see those doe-eyes peering at me from across the world." (Suriel, acowar)

Mystics seek a higher consciousness, to become one with the divine. In tog, beings of a higher consciousness are what characters referred to as gods. And what did we learn about them from the memory in the witch mirror?

They had no forms. They were only figments of light and shadow, wind and rain, song and memory. Each individual, and yet a part of one majority, one consciousness. (eos)

If mystics become one with the divine, then this might mean they become part of that greater consciousness, travel like figments of light and shadow. This could explain why Elain is paired with the half-wraith twins and it’s possible her mystical travel might mimic how Feyre moves when she is connected to the Cauldron through a living bond.

I could not remove my hand. Could not pry my fingers away. I was being shredded apart, slowly, thoroughly. I flung my magic out, desperate for any chain to this world to save me, keep me from being devoured by the eternal, awful thing that now tried to drag me into its embrace. Fire and water and light and wind and ice and night. All rallied. All failed me. Some tether slipped, and my mind slid closer to the Cauldron’s outstretched arms. I felt it touch me. And then I was half gone. Half there, standing silently next to the Cauldron, hand glued to the black rim. Half … elsewhere. Flying through the world. Searching. The Cauldron now hunted for that power that had come so close…And now taunted it. [...] Time seemed to slow and warp. The dark power of the king speared toward us. Toward that clearing where I was neither seen nor heard, where I was nothing but a scrap of soul carried on a black wind. (acowar)

Feyre’s connection to her form is shredded and her tether to the world slips as she is embraced by the Cauldron. She travels with it across the battlefield, a scrap of soul on a black wind, and is forced to watch tragic events unfold. Trapped by the Cauldron, Feyre was not able to step out of its black wind shadow to help, but Elain was.

For a moment, I thought the Cauldron had answered my pleas. But as a black blade broke through the king’s throat, spraying blood, I realized someone else had. Elain stepped out of a shadow behind him, and rammed Truth-Teller to the hilt through the back of the king’s neck as she snarled in his ear, “Don’t you touch my sister.” (acowar)

And this is probably why Elain’s rose is half-hidden in shadows next to the Mother. Her Cauldron-blessed powers might allow her to be half-there, half-elsewhere when she becomes part of that greater, divine consciousness.

Her gaze shifted to the carved wooden rose she’d placed upon the mantel, half-hidden in the shadows beside a figurine of a supple-bodied female, her upraised arms clasping a full moon between them. Some sort of primal goddess–perhaps even the Mother herself. (acosf)

It’s possible she used this power to locate the Suriel, which was practice for the main event: answering Feyre’s pleas and taking down Hybern in place of the Cauldron. Her Sight—a truth teller itself—likely activated Truth-Teller, guiding her to exactly the right place at the right time. The question is, since she is not bound like Feyre, did she then winnow (ie, travel like Hope through the Void, light cutting through the darkness) to save her family? And has she continued to help them in this way?

Islands of grass dotted the expanse, some so crowded with brambles that he could find no safe place to land. The tangles of thorns were a mockery of what might have been - as if Oorid had ever produced roses. Not a single flower bloomed. [...] Run, a small voice whispered. Run and run, and do not look back. The voice was female, gentle. Wise and serene. Run. [...] Run. Was that voice merely all that remained of her human instincts, or something more? She gazed at her reflection as if it would tell her. Something rustled in the thorns of the island, and she snapped up her head, heart thundering as she scanned for that familiar male face and wings. But there was no sign of Cassian. And whatever was in that bramble...She should find another island to head for. (acosf)

This small voice warning Nesta to run also reminds me of Elain’s warning cry to Feyre before she is Made by the Cauldron.

My sisters were shrieking over their gags. But Elain’s cry—a warning. A warning to—To my right, now exposed, Tamlin ran for me. To grab me at last. I hurled a knife at him—as hard as I could. (acomaf)

Sarah planted Nesta’s questions in the Oorid scene to make us wonder. Is this voice something more? And is Nesta’s reflection, her own flesh and blood, a fun hint? After all, who is even better than the spymaster at keeping secrets, and who would’ve known where Nesta was headed? Elain might have defied her sister’s order (like we knew she would) to stay away from the Cauldron and help yet again, a rose bloom half-hidden in the shadows among the thorns. And I bet she will learn a ritual to help focus and ground her movements.

[a-path-by-the-moon]

[creatinganewwlife]

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals

[cosmicportal]

[enchantingseer]

Be Aware and Awakened Not Alarmed & Alerted

You are a life not an anxious body and mind

- S ☕✍🏽

[ivemanifest]

Your inner knowing & intuition is what guides you to the next alignment. Trust that alignment & watch the alignment unfold ✨

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