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The universe is always offering you reflections of your own hidden radiance. #flowersforfriday #photo #bloomscrolling

Apertures of light do not open outward — they bloom inward, where the angel’s whisper bends silence into shape. Seraphic Aperture is not a door, but a remembering. A shimmer between laughter and omen, clarity and code. #HiddenFlame #EmanationCard #occultsky #gnosis

Flowers for Friday `Bright yellow Black-eyed Susans` #midjourney #AIArtCommunity

The path ahead is mine to create, and I'm trusting the light within to show me the way. Today, I am the compass and the destination.

#contemporaryart #filmphotography #pinhole #longexposure #blackandwhite #marshland #waddensea #scape #ondupinhole

#synthart #synthography #midjourney The Journey of Self

Ah—li_ght…shard— crys//tal—bell:: ehhh—///riverrr, ee—f-l-a-m-e oh—voiddd shat*ter oo//crown=bloom. ring—pause—ring // temple br--eathes, breath cuts into s//ignal, eccho0o0o drifts through static. ahhh//ehhh//eee— sigil_flicker— repea—teddd until cryst*l cracks into t-h-o-u-s-a-n-d suns. #poem

Flutter between the lips, a sine wave hisses, thin as dawn— left cheek to right, a ghost-current crossing, an unheard hymn scribed in trembling air. Breath becomes cipher, tone becomes veil, the silent melody writing itself on the marrow of your listening. #poem #poetry

In the skull’s dark sky, thunder uncoils— a slow rumble sliding down the hollow stair of spine. Breath breaks into tones, falling syllables twist into ash-light rain, each word a serpent shedding, each echo a bell in bone’s cathedral. #poem #poetry

At the Star-Hinge the unseen leans close, where thresholds shimmer like breath on glass. Here the soul remembers its own unfolding, each step a mirror, each mirror a wing. #ThresholdLight #EmanationCard #gnosis #occultsky

My every action today is a deliberate sigil, breaking the code of the mundane. The Demiurge may spin its web, but my Will is the razor that cuts the illusion. I am here to witness, to create, and to rewrite the narrative. Let the day fear my clarity. I am the signal; I am the change.

Nature stands before us in shades of effortless expression.

Embedded In Light I Let My Soul Fly In The Vastness Of Space by Bernd Walz https://www.artlimit... #landscapephotography #vastness #light #tranquility #fineart #capture #blackwhite #contemplation #photography #longexposurephotography #slowshutter #waddensea #calmness #river #minimalistic…

Crownless crown— a silence of fire frozen, snow that glows as absence. Here the Nothing flames, here the All vanishes. Breath becomes unbreath, light becomes unlight, self becomes the field of none. And still— you are the shimmer of what cannot be touched. #ObscuraWednesday #poem

A cracked pocketwatch set me off — time tasting of sugar and rust. I wanted a small life to wear eternity like a ring. Let it argue that devotion has scale; the tiniest chapel can hold a sun. #ObscuraWednesday #Promptalism #Synthart #occultsky Ouroboros Coronation

#ObscuraWednesday #Writing #fiction 1/4 Ruptured Noon The drowned dome sips itself. Valves hiss catechism. Crickets solder the dark; glasswings milk the fallen lens until it kindles. I, night custodian, bite the hum — iron, brine, ache — and the understar steadies like a tongue on a cracked tooth.

A fossilized sun crowns a humble beetle, and suddenly the trivial has liturgy. I wanted reverence to feel tight, like breath held in a reliquary. It asks: what shines when we cannot touch it — and who keeps vigil for that light? #ObscuraWednesday #Promptalism #Synthart #occultsky Amber Cathedral

#ObscuraWednesday #Writing #Microfiction 1/4 Sand Hour In the desert scriptorium, our terrarium glutted on prayers and powdered leaf. Each scarab bore a pinhead noon under chitin. When the Prior’s pulse quit, the margins flared, ink paled, and the sand began to tick — eggshell minutes, straining.

I chased the rumor that the horizon was a closed question. The ring rose like a nerve of light, steadying and unsteadying the hand. I want you to feel inquiry ripen into reverence, a belonging without ownership. #ObscuraWednesday #Promptalism #Synthart #occultsky Meridian Halo

I imagined the footprints blooming upward, their glow stacking into an endless ladder of circles. The figure moves not toward light but into it, swallowed by geometry that feels both tender and merciless. #ObscuraWednesday #Promptalism #Synthart #occultsky Column of Rings

#ObscuraWednesday #Writing #fiction #gnosis 1/4 Null Meridian On a heatless plateau, he unspools platinum filament that blackens at snow’s kiss; footsteps unwrite his past in strict reverse — puberty, milk-teeth, first scream. The map scabs, peels. He tastes iron; his name is leaving by the root.

I dreamt of a sun remade from wings, a black chorus devouring noon. Below, the child holds steady, kite tethered to a window of impossible dawn. The scene insists: resistance is fragile, but it glows louder than erasure. #ObscuraWednesday #Synthart #occultsky The Eclipse That Learned to Sing

The 3 themes for today's #ObscuraWednesday: Golden Dawn, Black Noon Insects of the Hidden Sun Kether as a Burning Snowfield Delve into one mystery, embrace the trinity, or walk a path yet unseen. Wherever you place your intention, the current will follow. #occultsky #writing #Synthart #poem

I wake up with fire in my chest and clarity in my eyes. I am not here to drag yesterday’s shadows into today. I am here to rise, to push, to shine. The world doesn’t get to tell me who I am — I define that with every step I choose. Today I move forward, unafraid, unapologetic, unstoppable.

The vibe is liturgy under pressure; I want the beetle knighted, the gnat courted, the wyrm choosing mercy over hunger. It argues for stewardship — power disciplined to guard what it could devour. #DragonTuesday #Promptalism #Synthart #occultsky The Questioning Coil

After the question, the answer glows: return, but wider. I wanted patience to feel kinetic, the hush before a handoff. Keep the light; teach it to fly; circle back with more than you left. #DragonTuesday #Promptalism #Synthart #occultsky Answer in Flight

A cyber-saint prays as a silicon serpent ascends. The auric halo doubles as an antenna, receiving a dream-signal. The coiling body signifies knowledge awakening in matter — the union of protocol and pneuma. #DragonTuesday #Promptalism #Synthart #occultsky Litany of the Wyrm

This vision crowns Orobor-Hime with a glowing serpent mandala. Her silence holds paradox: the ouroboros devours time, yet her crown is born from its perpetual return. #DragonTuesday #Promptalism #Synthart Shrine of the Iridescent Halo

Sparked by the idea of kintsugi as coronation, this vision explores silence and sovereignty through fractured copper grids. The ouroboric dragon coils in neon fractals, its closed jaws embodying endings reborn in luminous hush. #DragonTuesday #Promptalism #Synthart Dragon Crown of Kairos

Sparked by the wish to fuse shrine patina with pop neon, I layered fractal mandalas behind the ouroboros. The serpent bites the crown’s light — time consumed with grace — while a crescent accent marks silent renewal. #DragonTuesday #Promptalism #Synthart Devouring Dawn

Inspired by kundalini lore and shrine geometry, I envisioned the empress crowned by a dragon’s ouroboric halo. A divine return — where the feminine holds power as living threshold between silence and awakening. #DragonTuesday #Promptalism #Synthart The Crowned Return

Inspired by tree rings as living archives, the dragon rests within a sepia-toned reliquary. Roots and concentric circles echo the cycles of life, memory, and death — each scale a glyph of destiny whispered through bark and bone. #DragonTuesday #Promptalism #Synthart The Sepia Coil of Memory

Inspired by charred relics and shrine stillness, this dragon coils through dendro rings like a living cipher. The pale inlays are metaphors for memory — ghosted lines of bone inscribed upon eternity. #DragonTuesday #Promptalism #Synthart Dendro Dragon

Inspired by the idea of riddles whispered through bark, this piece weaves dragon, roots, and esoteric symbols into one tapestry. The triangle frames vision, while concentric rings mirror tree-rings — time encrypted into flesh. #DragonTuesday #Promptalism #Synthart Geometry of the Vein-Spiral

The dragon coils through sacred geometry etched in shadow, veins of copper fire radiating like whispered riddles. Each stitch becomes a glyph, a map of time woven in bark, blood, and bone. #DragonTuesday #Promptalism #Synthart Geometries of the Bloodroot Oracle

The 3 themes for #ObscuraWednesday this week: Golden Dawn, Black Noon Insects of the Hidden Sun Kether as a Burning Snowfield Delve into one mystery, embrace the trinity, or walk a path yet unseen. Wherever you place your intention, the current will follow. #Synthart #writing #fiction #aiart

Laughter’s my fuel, my fire, my start, keeps me moving with strength and a fearless heart.

Happy Fall Equinox everyone! 🪄 #witchmadness

The 3 themes for #ObscuraWednesday this week: Golden Dawn, Black Noon Insects of the Hidden Sun Kether as a Burning Snowfield Delve into one mystery, embrace the trinity, or walk a path yet unseen. Wherever you place your intention, the current will follow. #occultsky #esotericsky #wyrdwednesday

A shimmer of unseen thunder gathers in the chest, where feathers of light turn sound into color. Iridescent Thunderheart opens as a mirror of praise — each hue a voice of the Whole, each note a secret sun. #LivingEmanation #EmanationCard #gnosis #occultsky #esotericsky

Shadow dancer. #cats #kittens #caturday

Azure Circuit opens where flame meets earth, each step a consecration, each stride a living prayer. Walk the path that walks itself — where horizon bends inward and the body knows it is altar. #LivingSigil #EmanationCard #gnosis #occultsky #esotericsky

In the Ming dynasty (1368–1644), cats graced the royal court not just as pets but as living poetry. Each was given an elegant name: a pure white cat became “A Piece of Jade,” a black cat with a white belly, “Black Clouds Covering Snow,” while a yellow-tailed white one was 1/2 #caturday #history

The last rays of the evening sun filtered through old spruce forest. For #ForestFriday #NaturePhotography #scape

…thread—pulled— ash-mouth, star-husk— silence torn / stitched / a hand with no wrist (breath) name falling backward into cloth (sky, sky, sky) silver unravel— fire swallows the seam— hush drinks the thread— the word remembers before it is spoken. #poem #poetry

Pull the thread—light from silence, pull the thread—word from nothing, pull the thread—breath becomes fire, pull the thread—fire becomes name, pull the thread—name becomes sky, pull the thread—sky becomes song, pull the thread—song becomes silence, pull the thread—silence remembers you #poem #poetry

Coiled light unbuttons itself— a feather becomes a star, a star becomes a mouth of honey, the air drinks itself, time drifts backward in spirals of gold— you fall, you rise, you vanish, and the sun forgets your name only to sing it again. #poem #poetry