“If the words ‘life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness’ don’t include the right to experiment with your own consciousness, then the Declaration of Independence isn’t worth the hemp it was written on.”-Terence McKenna
If the Sun is our ego, then Pluto, the planet farthest from the Sun, is our subconscious. It is often associated with death, destruction, hidden truths, obsession and other hard to grasp concepts. Away from the light, this planet seem to work in mysterious ways and many fear the effects it has on one’s chart. However, Pluto, at its core, represents transformation. The cycle of life: death and rebirth, destruction and creation…Change. When we are at our lowest, Pluto offers us a second chance to redeem ourselves, to examine what we tried to bury and to evolve.
Bathed in the murky depths of unconscious oceans, the Scorpio mermaid has scales made of crystal balls, eyes that hypnotise with sacred bewitchment, and a sort of erotic darkness that creates spiritual seductions. She is not made of dreams but angelic longings from the deep, imagination wrapped in the shrill cry of betrayal, and the knowledge she can wield inexplicable power. Down below she dwells alone, she holds sailors and swimmers who have drowned in her arms and transports them to the underworld. Around her neck are shells filled with the souls she has saved from limbo. Her cave is dark, lonesome, and private. She will emerge periodically, flowing with inner highs that crave the sun. Her knowledge on topics is complex, she can gain mastery over subjects, she sees all and knows all, every ingredient of healing, every weapon of psychic destruction, every circulating vibration. She guards the threshold, guarding the sea wall at the drop off, holding two worlds together. Where she truly goes as she swims into the darkness, nobody knows, but she is wild and mad and lovely. Her persistence to charter new depths and explore new dimensions of consciousness conjures a crackling magic, extreme and admirable focus, and magnetic passion that attracts symbols and signs. Beneath the crease of her mermaid tail she covers scars so deep they tattooed the soul. But you won’t ever know. She stares them down with pride, knowing the creatures she has faced alone and conquered. Born of tragedy, died of reverence. Where two oceans meet, while she crosses a smoky sea, puffs of blush like balloons, chaotic with voices and laughter and hysteria. There on a throne of sea shells is the Pisces mermaid, cradling her heavenly crown, the sovereign mermaid queen. From deep below she hears the cries of her children, lost and aching on earth, and she weeps a siren’s song to soothe them to sleep. When people hold a shell up to their ear, it is her breathing that they hear. She has discovered something after death, a sort of infinite cocoon of splayed omnipresence. Sea creatures swim for miles to hear her wisdom. She once read Bibles and Evangelists but she grew the pearl inside, and now she shows others the way. Messages in bottles strew her sea floor, she can drink the liquor until she shakes, sometimes she is howling to be free and escape. Her body is where all human and angelic emotions swirl and fuse. Tired, the Scorpio mermaid swims past, trying to hide in the shadows, she could follow her back to life.
there are only two types of people adverse to the exploration of ‘consciousness’ in animals: those who benefit from the exploitation of said animals and those who still believe in that cartesian divide between human and nonhuman. you see both in anthropocentric circles of logic, but, anthropomorphism has a nearly identical method of thinking in that it equates nonhumans with humans to give them a supposed worth.
animal science and ethics is torn up by both sides of this black and white “animals are either machines or they are on par with humans” style of logic. it’s a classical horseshoe model.
studying something as abstract and lacking in substantial definition as ‘consciousness in nonhumans’ is tough, and it’s bound to get political because most people who delve into it already come with preexisting ideas. studying something with no definite methods for recording means that biases, strong or not, slant any possible data that could be collected in a way much stronger than in other fields because objectivity is impossible to hold onto when it comes to something like defining an concept lacking in definition through observed behaviour and neurochemical analysis.
and i’m not even gonna get started on what this entails when it comes to artificial intelligence.
1: The Violet Flame - This Flame is a sacred symbol. Its intrinsic purpose is to stimulate higher ways of perception and a deeper exploration of consciousness. It has been carefully designed to become an interactive symbol for our new paradigm. It will actively open up new gateways to expanded levels of understanding spiritual energy. Embedded into the design are several inspiring and beneficial aspects. They can be of great assistance in finding one’s personal pathway within the ascension process.
2: Threefold Flame - The Trinity. Power, Wisdom and Love. The essence of God expressed through the energy within the Heart.
Design inspiration by & Paul the Venetian through Taka
Artistist rendering of panels: Susun Lovit
i love sentai genji and zenyatta like imagine genji having an internal “awakening” so to speak where he feels the second consciousness of his dragons within him. as he explores this newfound power/consciousness of his he discovers that his reflexes are insanely fast, he’s super strong, and his agility is through the roof. during his testing period one of genji’s dragons morphs into his green battle armor and the other becomes his blade. he decides to hide the hero identity from everyone, including his best friend zenyatta.
so after a year or so of mastering his new life and fighting crime, he comes into a situation where zenyatta is put in immense danger and saves him as sentai and when zenyatta looks at him with such admiration his heart does a little flutter. zenyatta calls genji of course after getting to safety and tells him all about being rescued. zenyatta still clings to the idea of green sentai and wants to know more about them. zenyatta manages to catch green sentai again but during a very late night fishing dock stroll and they talk (genji struggling not to just lean in and place a kiss on his friend’s cheeks)
that’s when zenyatta starts talking to genji about green sentai again, only this time he lets slip that he thinks sentai is dreamy and genji of course just plays it smooth with “you know they say he hears every call for help” and just
I JUST LOVE THE SUPERHERO AU OK I LOVE IT AND ALSO THINK OF THE SPIDER-MAN KISS BETWEEN THESE TWO KILL ME
So the Ignika’s consciousness was suppressed by Mata Nui’s, right
Imagine that big dramatic scene at the end of the comics/Journey’s End where Mata Nui announces his plans to leave them to forge their own destinies and then bidding them farewell, fading into slumber inside the mask
Imagine seconds later Ignika jumping up, super excited to finally have a body again and make friends with all Mata Nui’s friends and go talk with his Karda Nui friends and cram burgers in his mouth and all the cool things Mata Nui’s friends showed Mata Nui how to do, with Ignika watching and thinking how awesome and fun everything looks
Imagine everyone awkwardly standing by as he excitedly shakes hands with and hugs everyone in the crowd
Hopefully someone explains the situation to the Bara Magnans otherwise that’s going to be super confusing. Heck, it’s probably going to be super confusing with the explanation
While we are only really here for a moment, the lifetime we experience must present the lessons and experiences that will teach the Soul in the most effective and precise way possible. The spirit knows this even before it manifests itself into its human body after which it magnetically draws people and experiences to it in order to learn and pass the knowledge back to the Soul… ~Luce Cannon
My pursuit as an artist has always been to shine light on the most fundamental and substantial philosophies in existence. Translating my inner thoughts on to paper, I let my soul bleed into the artwork.
My intention is to inspire the self realization in yourself.
To look within;
One feels a need to not merely be a stranger in this world… But to significantly find you’re place in it… I understood early on, liberation is knowing you can’t hang on to yourself. And to be an true individual of society you must first explore isolation and self realization. Im taking this opportunity of my life, my soul/mind and my circumstances to be the most enlightened philosophical and experimental child of the century. To truly carve my own way of existence. Documenting prehistoric thoughts and predicting enlightened events of revolution..
My maps of neoclassical architecture represent a philosophy for our generation.
Evie stared at her reflection in the full length mirror before her. For the first time in her life she stood in front of the polished glass not to ensure her hair or clothing was in place, or that her jacket didn’t have a stain on it, but to examine herself. To truly look at her body and see it for what it was: unappealing.
Nimble fingers made quick word of the delicate clasps holding her jacket shut, allowing Evie to slip the violet silk and black suede from her shoulders to fall onto the floor at her feet. Next came her thin cotton tunic, leaving her in nothing but her breast band and trousers. At first she only gazed at herself, her eyes drifting slowly over her exposed flesh, but soon her hands joined in her scrutiny. There was no hesitation in where her fingertips would prod first. She pinched and pulled at the layer of flesh covering her stomach, watching with a slight grimace as the excess skin and fat snapped back into place whenever she let go.
Her body had never been a concern to Evie. No one had ever made mention of her thick thighs, her wide-set hips, or the extra flesh that blanketed her stomach. At least, not directly to her. She had never found a reason to judge her body in an unfavourable manner, or any manner at all. Surely it was what was in one’s mind and heart that mattered, not the shape or size of their flesh. But an hour earlier she found herself standing in the courtyard wondering if perhaps she had been wrong all this time.
It had been Cullen’s laughter that pulled her attention. She had only ever heard such a carefree and jubilant sound from him when they were alone. Scanning the yard, she found him standing in the shadow of the Herald’s Rest and he wasn’t alone. Evie had thought nothing of the lithe elven woman smiling and laughing with her commander, just another soldier or scout. But as she neared a duo of laughing soldiers her thoughts changed.
“Commander’s got another one. They just throw themselves at him. Lucky bastard.”
“Poor girl. Probably doesn’t know he’s spoken for. He’ll let her down easy, I hope.”
“I don’t know. If I were him I wouldn’t let her down too easy, if you catch my meaning.”
“You’re a real dog. Commander’s with the Inquisitor. And unless you’re blind and stupider than I thought, she’s more than enough woman for any man.”
“Pfft. Yeah, more than enough. That’s for sure.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing, nothing… I’m just saying, if you like your ladies… pleasantly plump than she’s fine, I guess. But I’ll take a fit little thing like that one over there any day of the week. And I bet our commander would too.”
“You really are a piece of work. I oughta show you–“
The soldiers’ conversation cut out after that. Evie’s ears rang like Chantry bells and she found herself scanning the svelte lines of elven woman’s body: lean thighs joined with slender hips that tapered into a perfectly slim waist. Evie had never thought of or even truly noticed a difference between her body and that of some of the women around her. But now that she had, she could understand why someone would prefer such a compact frame over her own. Why Cullen would prefer it.
Evie had very nearly tripped over her own boots in her haste to exit the yard, unable to watch the only man she ever loved seem to flirt with another, more appealing woman. Racing through the main hall, she had kept her eyes trained on the flagstone, unable to bear the sight of anyone looking at her. She had dashed to her quarters as quickly as she could, wishing to hide from the truth. But when she arrived, she had gone directly to her mirror. And now she stood before it, studying her body, judging it, admonishing herself for her overindulgence. Telling herself that Cullen would be happier with the pretty little elven woman he had been speaking with – flirting with – in the courtyard.
“Maker, how I envy your mirror.” Evie’s eyes snapped from her much hated reflection to find the image of Cullen standing behind her. She hadn’t heard him enter and didn’t know how long he had been standing there, looking at her, gazing upon her unsightly frame. He held a lazy grin on his plush lips while his amber eyes skimmed over her exposed body. She could only assume his smile was a small act of charity.
“My mirror?” Evie asked, forcing a laugh past her lips. “I’ve never heard of anyone being jealous of a mirror.” Bending over, she snatched her tunic from the floor and held the tangled cotton over herself while fighting to unravel the sleeves.
“You don’t hide from your mirror like you do from me.” Cullen murmured, now standing directly behind Evie. He snaked his arms around her waist, settling them onto her bare waist. She froze under his gentle touch, fighting the urge to push him away. Resting his chin on her shoulder, he tilted his head to the side to lay his temple against hers. Without having to look up, Evie could feel the weight of his gaze traversing the curves that she was criticizing only moments before. “You bare yourself to it without any worry for how long it stares back. I wish I could be afforded the same privilege.”
Lifting her gaze from the tunic clutched to her chest, Evie met Cullen’s eyes in the mirror. She had thought she would find humour in his gaze, but peering into his warm and loving eyes, she realised he was speaking in complete earnest.
Shaking her head, Evie turned quickly in Cullen’s embrace. “I don't–“
“You do.” Cullen argued kindly before she could finish her denial. With his hand still holding her waist, he began to massage slow circles along her chubby stomach. Any other day she would melt into his touch, even chasing after it if he dared to stop, but today Evie found herself pulling her stomach into herself to make it seem smaller than it was. “You might not realise you’re doing it, but you hide from me. You’re doing it right now.” He nodded pointedly toward the cotton she covered herself with. Sliding his hands around the front of her stomach, Cullen took hold of the tunic and gave it a gentle tug. “You don’t need to hide from me, Evie.”
For just a moment, Evie tightened her grip in an effort to keep her body hidden from him, from herself. But when he leaned down and captured her full lips in a slow, sensual kiss her grip faltered. The tunic was pulled from her hands and away from her body for Cullen to toss across the room. At the same moment, she curled her fingers around the base of his neck, pulling him closer to herself selfishly.
Standing before him in only her breast band and trousers, Evie began to shift uncomfortably. She had never felt such disquiet with Cullen before. There had been times when she had tried to cover herself while with him as he had pointed out, but that had been from simple bashfulness and inexperience. She had never once felt as though she was unworthy of his touch, his love. But now, even as their lips and tongues moved together with such passion she could not silence a voice that shouted in her mind that she was undeserving of him. That he would be happier with another woman, a more beautiful woman, a thinner woman.
The voice screamed and screamed, drowning out all other thought and feeling. It mocked her as Cullen broke away from their kiss. It admonished her as he smiled down at her lovingly. It laughed at her when he lowered himself to his knees before her. When he wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his face into the almost imperceivable plumpness of her stomach, it reminded her that he was only being kind.
The bully that only she could hear continued on, seeming as though it would not stop until Evie had accepted the truth of herself and Cullen’s placation of her. She trembled helplessly under Cullen’s exploring hands, squirming self-consciously as he traced the ample curves of her waist, hips, and thighs. Tears began to well up in her emerald eyes, threatening to spill down her freckled cheeks when he gave her hips a soft squeeze and chuckled in a playful manner. Just as she was ready to push him away and tell him to go, free him from his perceived obligation to her, it all stopped. The voice fell silent, her body ceased its shaking, and her tears receded.
Cullen nuzzled the soft flesh of her stomach between kiss after tender kiss. He held her tightly in his arms, almost as though he could read her thoughts and knew she was about to flee from him. Lifting his eyes to meet hers, he peered into Evie’s unsure gaze with such open adoration and reverence that she found herself breathless.
“Maker’s breath, but you are so beautiful.”
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