inner stars

Rise to higher altitudes in your life. As you do this, you may feel the air around you getting thinner. It may become harder to breathe. The view below you may become increasingly daunting. But yet, you will be able to see more as you reach greater heights. The sun, stars, and sky will be that much closer. Everything would be that much more peaceful.
—  Nicole Addison @thepowerwithin

My door is open and I Am allowing abundance to flow into my life. I Am ready to accept and receive miracles beyond what I’ve ever experienced. Namaste

Motion by @rexisky


The Voyager Golden Records are phonograph records that were included aboard both Voyager spacecraft launched in 1977. They contain sounds and images selected to portray the diversity of life and culture on Earth, and are intended for any intelligent extraterrestrial life form, or for future humans, who may find them. Neither Voyager spacecraft is heading toward any particular star, but Voyager 1 will pass within 1.6 light-years of the star Gliese 445, currently in the constellation Camelopardalis, in about 40,000 years. 

The Voyager Golden Record contains 115 images plus a calibration image and a variety of natural sounds, such as those made by surf, wind, and thunder, and animal sounds, including the songs of birds and whales. The record additionally features musical selections from different cultures and eras, spoken greetings in fifty-nine languages, and printed messages from President Jimmy Carter and U.N. Secretary-General Kurt Waldheim. The items were selected for NASA by a committee chaired by Carl Sagan of Cornell University.

*The one time in his life Cassian doesn’t show up for a meeting with Feyre and Rhys on time*

Feyre: Nesta, would you be so kind as to wake Cassian and bring him here?
Nesta: Ugh. Fine.
Nesta: *stomps towards Cassian’s home*

*A few minutes later*

“WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKE UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUP!!!!!!” In the most shrill shriek imaginable is heard across Velaris, followed by a roar that shakes every window and knocks down wall-hangings.

Rhys: “My sister’s not some feral animal,” she says.
Feyre: *tries to not look Rhys in the eyes*
Rhys: Cauldron fry and boil me…

*Cassian shows up moments later, glowering, with Nesta thrown over his shoulder, laughing her ass off*
Cassian: Which one of you sent the hell-cat?
Feyre: *through the bond* Hold the line, Rhys. We stand together, remember? HOLD THE FUCKING LINE.
Nesta: *continues cackling, until Cassian not so gently spanks her*
*Feyre and Rhys’s eyes widen as they try to maintain composure*
Rhys: *through the bond* I think I’d rather face the Weaver right now.
Feyre: Can you repeat the question?
Cassian: *finally and abruptly drops Nesta, who yelps in surprise*
Rhys: I’m sure whoever it was had no intention of wronging you so grossly.
Rhys: Something you might consider before shredding their favorite objects and cursing their future generations.
Rhys: Food for thought.
Feyre: But hey, you’re here now! Everyone’s alive and well, and that’s so nice. Were alive and we’re like a big family that would never dream of physically or psychologically messing with each other.
Feyre: Isn’t that nice?
Rhys: That’s so nice.

*Two days later*

*At breakfast*
Cassian: *finishes his food and leaves the table*
Rhys: Cassian has been too calm, and I’m going crazy watching over my shoulder at every turn.
Feyre: I hate waiting like this.

*A roar rips through the quiet morning, making birds flee and children run into their homes*
*Followed by a blood-curdling scream and an unmistakable sound of glass shattering*

Cassian: *strolls back to the dining room, with a smug look on his face* For the record, it wasn’t me who threw the decanter.
Rhys: Got it out of your system, then?
Cassian: YUP.
Rhys: Let’s not make this a thing, okay?
Cassian: *grins wickedly* I wouldn’t dream of it.