Ars Secreta

drugrughugger:

edwardspoonhands:

thelegendofkungjew:

doxian:

d-dinosaur:

rknjl:

newvagabond:

NO “TELEPHONES”. TALK TO EACH OTHER. FACE TO FACE ONLY. WRITE A LETTER. SEND A TELEGRAM TO YOUR MOM. PRETEND IT’S 1860. LIVE.

NO ‘WRITING’… TALK TO EACH OTHER. THROW A ROCK AT YOUR MOM. PRETEND IT’S 10,000 BCE.  LIVE.

URGGA. ROU GRAAURH. RUH.
<SMACKS HANDS ON WALL WITH PAINT.>

NO ‘HIGHER BRAIN FUNCTIONS’ …USE YOUR REPTILIAN BRAIN
EAT YOUR MOM’S CORPSE SHE DIED TO PROVIDE YOU WITH SUSTENANCE
PRETEND YOU HAVE JUST AROSE FROM THE SEA
SURVIVE

NO “MULTICELLULAR TRAITS”….. USE YOUR SYMBIOTIC MITOCHONDRIA
REPRODUCE ASEXUALLY, YOU’RE YOUR OWN PARENT
PRETEND IT’S 2BYA
EVOLVE

NO “LIFE.” USE FUNDAMENTAL PHYSICAL FORCES TO FORM SPHERICAL OBJECTS REVOLVING AROUND ONE ANOTHER IN SPACE. 
FUSE HYDROGEN INTO HELIUM USING GRAVITATIONAL PRESSURE TO PRODUCE HEAT AND LIGHT. 
PRETEND IT’S 4.5BYA.
STABILIZE INTO EQUILIBRIA


Commentary ^_^

drugrughugger:

edwardspoonhands:

thelegendofkungjew:

doxian:

d-dinosaur:

rknjl:

newvagabond:

NO “TELEPHONES”. TALK TO EACH OTHER. FACE TO FACE ONLY. WRITE A LETTER. SEND A TELEGRAM TO YOUR MOM. PRETEND IT’S 1860. LIVE.

NO ‘WRITING’… TALK TO EACH OTHER. THROW A ROCK AT YOUR MOM. PRETEND IT’S 10,000 BCE.  LIVE.

URGGA. ROU GRAAURH. RUH.

<SMACKS HANDS ON WALL WITH PAINT.>

NO ‘HIGHER BRAIN FUNCTIONS’ …USE YOUR REPTILIAN BRAIN

EAT YOUR MOM’S CORPSE SHE DIED TO PROVIDE YOU WITH SUSTENANCE

PRETEND YOU HAVE JUST AROSE FROM THE SEA

SURVIVE

NO “MULTICELLULAR TRAITS”….. USE YOUR SYMBIOTIC MITOCHONDRIA

REPRODUCE ASEXUALLY, YOU’RE YOUR OWN PARENT

PRETEND IT’S 2BYA

EVOLVE

NO “LIFE.” USE FUNDAMENTAL PHYSICAL FORCES TO FORM SPHERICAL OBJECTS REVOLVING AROUND ONE ANOTHER IN SPACE. 

FUSE HYDROGEN INTO HELIUM USING GRAVITATIONAL PRESSURE TO PRODUCE HEAT AND LIGHT. 

PRETEND IT’S 4.5BYA.

STABILIZE INTO EQUILIBRIA

Commentary ^_^

(Source: agirlandhisplatypus, via mentalalchemy)

tarot-dreams:

Ten of Cups.

Their hands stretched down from the sky. They were giants where others were mere men. Disdain was laced in all their words. The child they befriended was ignorant to guilt or innocence.

He had visited you a few times before. Always the same. Always the younger version of himself. Filled with life and curiosity. The ghost god. Eternal.

You felt exposed. They tried to embarrass you. They liked seeing you in an uncomfortable position. They were more animal than human. They didn’t know you were the shepherd who’d eventually lead them all to be slaughtered.

tarot-dreams:

Ten of Cups.

Their hands stretched down from the sky. They were giants where others were mere men. Disdain was laced in all their words. The child they befriended was ignorant to guilt or innocence.

He had visited you a few times before. Always the same. Always the younger version of himself. Filled with life and curiosity. The ghost god. Eternal.

You felt exposed. They tried to embarrass you. They liked seeing you in an uncomfortable position. They were more animal than human. They didn’t know you were the shepherd who’d eventually lead them all to be slaughtered.

faeryhearts:

Listen to the tales the Dark Forest tells. The wind blows through the boughs. Is that a sigh… or a shriek… or just a snicker?Dangerous places, woods: here spirits roam untamed, ready to snare the unwary. Here ancient gods walk. Here eerie elves live, and wizened witches, giants both clever and clumsy, and magical creatures beyond our imagining. Here in these woods, the Brothers Grimm gathered their tales. Opening their pages, we are given names: Little Red Riding Hood, Hans, Rapunzel, or Gretel. By facing the unthinkable — in the guise of predatory wolves or cruel stepmothers or cannibal witches or creatures made of the darkest shadow — lessons are learned.As we wander these woods, by foot or in story, beings strange and beautiful talk to us from amongst the leaves. Faerytales, faerie places, and faerie paintings provide us with thresholds, past which we can explore transformational landscapes.— World of Faerie, by Brian Froud.[Artwork: Into The Woods, by Brian Froud.]

faeryhearts:

Listen to the tales the Dark Forest tells. The wind blows through the boughs. Is that a sigh… or a shriek… or just a snicker?

Dangerous places, woods: here spirits roam untamed, ready to snare the unwary. Here ancient gods walk. Here eerie elves live, and wizened witches, giants both clever and clumsy, and magical creatures beyond our imagining. Here in these woods, the Brothers Grimm gathered their tales. Opening their pages, we are given names: Little Red Riding Hood, Hans, Rapunzel, or Gretel. By facing the unthinkable — in the guise of predatory wolves or cruel stepmothers or cannibal witches or creatures made of the darkest shadow — lessons are learned.

As we wander these woods, by foot or in story, beings strange and beautiful talk to us from amongst the leaves. Faerytales, faerie places, and faerie paintings provide us with thresholds, past which we can explore transformational landscapes.
— World of Faerie, by Brian Froud.




[Artwork: Into The Woods, by Brian Froud.]

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afgans:

Datura Stramonium.
sometimes ingested for its psychoactive effects by those who are unaware that its effects may be dangerous and are generally considered very unpleasant.
Datura has a long history of medicinal and visionary use in India, Africa, Europe, and the Americas. Its use has been reported in medieval European witchcraft as a “flying ointment”.

Hierba del Diablo

afgans:

Datura Stramonium.

sometimes ingested for its psychoactive effects by those who are unaware that its effects may be dangerous and are generally considered very unpleasant.

Datura has a long history of medicinal and visionary use in India, Africa, Europe, and the Americas. Its use has been reported in medieval European witchcraft as a “flying ointment”.

Hierba del Diablo

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