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Beyond the noise, beneath the veil — Innerstellar Arcadia shimmers. Your soul knows the way home. Are you ready to return?
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A candlelit chapel, a server full of prayers, and one woman who refuses to pull the plug. Step into Lucia’s last all-nighter with the divine glitch. Full story free on Ghost, no signup req. #ObscuraWednesday #shortstory #occult #fiction #scifi

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Lucia’s Firewall of Candles
On the last night before demolition, Lucia keeps vigil in a candle-walled chapel, tending a haunted parish server stitched from years of recorded prayers. As storms and sisters close in, she must deci...
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#Caturday
Tinky a white ragdoll cat.
December 13, 2025 at 4:56 PM
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Sophie made herself a little paper cave ❤️

#Caturday
December 13, 2025 at 4:14 PM
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Breakfast with a side of existential crisis for #Caturday.

#CatsOfBluesky
A brownish and black tabby cat with a white chin in front of two white bowls that are on an overturned plastic bin to raise them up for her.
December 13, 2025 at 2:51 PM
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Happy Caturday from Kiwi and Coco 😻☕️🥝
#caturday #catsofbluesky #cats
And all black cat, and an orange and white cat sitting in a window by blue curtains
December 13, 2025 at 2:38 PM
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The Trishmas season is upon us #caturday
Trish, a brown tabby, peers up from the gold sequined tree skirt she has burrowed herself in
December 13, 2025 at 2:28 PM
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Today, I rise rooted in purpose and aligned with my path. Each breath connects me to clarity, each moment is a chance to choose love over fear. I trust my inner guidance. I walk with presence, power, and peace. I am exactly where I need to be — becoming who I truly am.

Let Light lead me forward.
December 13, 2025 at 1:27 PM
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When prophecy molts and stars choose themselves, the veil shivers open. Augury Unbound is the whisper of forgotten oracles, where erasure births revelation and the unseen scripts your path anew. #MysticThreshold #EmanationCard #gnosis #occultsky #esotericsky
September 6, 2025 at 5:02 PM
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#Esoteric Word of the Day

✶ Black Madonna ✶

The Black Madonna is a dark-hued form of the World Mother, where Marian devotion, earth goddess, and chthonic power converge in a single protective, fiercely compassionate presence. #occultsky #wotd

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Occult Context: The Black Madonna is a dark-skinned or blackened form of the World Mother in which the Christian Mary fuses with older images of the earth goddess and underworld queen. Her darkness is not merely ethnic or accidental; it is a sacramental color, evoking fertile soil, star-filled night, and the invisible womb of creation. In many esoteric readings she is Mary-as-Great-Mother: a figure who gathers Christian compassion, pagan earth-wisdom, and the grief of the oppressed into one encompassing presence. Occultly, the Black Madonna belongs to the chthonic current: caves, crypts, mountains, black stones, and root-deep places where power moves slowly and irrevocably. She resonates with the alchemical nigredo, the black phase where matter – and the soul – is broken down so that a truer gold may emerge. Her correspondences often lean toward Earth and Saturn (the Dark Mother of limits, karma, and depth) tempered by the Heart of the Moon and Venus (mercy, tenderness, and beauty). Psychologically she holds shadow, trauma, and ancestral memory without turning away; magically she is invoked as a fiercely protective patroness of exiles, the poor, and all who feel unseen, blessing those liminal spaces where sorrow ripens into wisdom. Guidance: When the Black Madonna enters a life, it is often through crisis, exhaustion, or a pull toward the “dark” places in yourself you’ve avoided. You might let her work in you by resting attention in your body, honoring grief and anger instead of polishing them away, or by lighting a simple candle and imagining her gaze as vast, dark, and unjudging. In her presence, you are invited to trust that what feels broken or too heavy is not a failure, but holy compost: the deep earth in which a quieter, truer self can take root.
December 12, 2025 at 3:12 PM
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If there’s one meteor shower astrotourists have been waiting for this year, it’s the Geminids—and it’s about to peak. You could see between 60 and 120 shooting stars per hour. Here’s where, when, and how to see the marvel for yourself.
The Best Meteor Shower of the Year Is Peaking This Weekend. Here’s How to See It.
If there’s one meteor shower astrotourists have been waiting for this year, it’s the Geminids—and it’s about to peak. You could see between 60 and 120 shooting stars per hour. Here’s where, when, and how to see the marvel for yourself.
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December 12, 2025 at 2:36 PM
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#FloralFriday #FridayFlowers #promptalism #promptart #synthart

The Astronaut and the Drift of Things
December 12, 2025 at 2:06 PM
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#FloralFriday #FridayFlowers #promptalism #promptart #synthart

Rest Stop at the Edge of a Blank World
December 12, 2025 at 1:59 PM
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#FloralFriday #FridayFlowers #promptalism #promptart #synthart

Gravity’s Last Chair
December 12, 2025 at 1:53 PM
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#FloralFriday #FridayFlowers #promptalism #promptart #synthart

Surveyor of Unmapped Petals
December 12, 2025 at 1:47 PM
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By breath and bone, by spark and shadow, I claim this day as mine. I walk forward aligned, protected, and listening for what wishes to emerge.
December 12, 2025 at 1:20 PM
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📷 A bee taking its pollination job very seriously.

#ColorADay
#YellowThu
#yellow
#insect
#bee
#sunflower
December 11, 2025 at 8:26 PM
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We face the paradox of being both within reality and apart from it, raising enduring questions about matter, consciousness, and whether their true relationship can ever be understood. | https://bit.ly/3KSbV3o

Join Slavoj Žižek, Alenka Zupančič, and Carlo Rovelli.

#philsci #philsky 🧪
December 11, 2025 at 6:30 PM
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How can we bring about happiness?

In this beautiful, deeply practical Ideas essay, Buddhist scholar Maria Heim turns to early Buddhist texts to show how we can watch our feelings and gently train the mind toward calmer, happier states.

#philosophy #buddhism

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Minding our minds
Roughly twenty-five centuries ago in northern India, the Buddha learned to watch his feelings in order to forge new kinds of relationships with them.
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December 11, 2025 at 3:26 PM
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#Esoteric Word of the Day

✶ Kenosis ✶
Kenosis is mystical self-emptying, the deliberate pouring out of egoic claims and attachments so that a deeper, more spacious presence of spirit may quietly fill the vessel. #occultsky #wotd

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Occult Context: Kenosis is a sacred self-emptying: the deliberate loosening of ego, claims, and clinging so that a deeper, more spacious presence can move through the vessel of the self. The word comes from the Greek kenoun, “to empty,” and is rooted in Christian mystical teaching about the Christ who “emptied himself” into incarnation. Esoterically, it names a universal pattern: form willingly relaxing so Spirit can re-inhabit it more fully. Within Western occultism, kenosis resonates with alchemical dissolution. Just as the prima materia is broken down in nigredo so a finer gold may emerge, the personality is gently deconstructed — roles, masks, and fixed opinions softened — so that the subtle Self beneath can be known. It is often imaged as a chalice or grail: a cup is only useful when emptied, its hollow made ready to receive living wine. Elementally, kenosis is allied to Water and to Saturn: Water washing away rigid identifications, Saturn stripping what is inessential, creating an austere inner simplicity in which subtle perception can awaken. Psychologically and initiatorily, kenosis marks a threshold between egoic magic (“I will, I manifest”) and theurgy (“Thy will, be done through me”). In this current, power is no longer hoarded but becomes transparent: the practitioner becomes less the author of events and more a lucid channel for a larger Intellect or Heart. Guidance: Kenosis invites you to notice where your identity feels crowded — full of stories, defenses, and compulsive effort — and to experiment with small, honest acts of setting them down. When you let one claim, grievance, or performance quietly relax, you taste the clarity that follows: a sense that awareness itself is wider than the roles it holds. In that cleared space, listen for what wishes to arise unforced; let life show you how it moves when you are not busy holding everything together alone.
December 11, 2025 at 2:40 PM
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Proof that some delicate things can be made whole again. Gorgeous work by Susanna Bauer

‘Thrive lV‘
magnolia leaf, cotton thread
30 x 22 cm (framed)

#beautifulbizarre #leaf #threadart #nature #natureinspired #naturalart #artandenvironment #sustainableart #leafsculpture #art
December 11, 2025 at 1:30 PM
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Today, I walk as fire — awake, aligned, unstoppable.
December 11, 2025 at 1:28 PM
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#ObscuraWednesday #promptalism #promptart #synthart #occult #occultart
December 10, 2025 at 6:15 PM
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#ObscuraWednesday #promptalism #promptart #synthart #occult #occultart
December 10, 2025 at 5:45 PM
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#ObscuraWednesday #poem #poetry #bskypoetry #fiction #occult #occultLit #esoteric #esotericLit #poeminalt

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Litany for a Safelight
Litany for a Safelight Hear the choir’s chords thrum the floor as she shuts the door, stuffs towel to the threshold, and the room turns dark as plum-wine, only the red safelight blooming — a low planet, a heart. Trays wait like open mouths, chemicals breathing ether, each basin penciled: Fiat, Flight, Negation, Pieta— small sepulchres where emulsion decides what refuses to stay invisible. Feel paper pass between black tongs, host-white, lowered into tincture that swirls indigo when she turns her wrist. Timer ticks, ruthless metronome for prayer; she lets it overrun, lengthens the vigil, because some wounds ripen slowly. Outside, the world hammers for proofs on the grille; inside, fatigue pools violet beneath her eyes, silver stains her fingers in crescent moons where a ring once rested... See the submerged sheet answer, a hand surfacing from the blue-black, reaching before language, asking before blessing. For an instant I, the negative, behold her: face fractured in the metal tray, yes and terror braided in amber glance. She nearly slaps the switch, almost floods us with hallway ochre, but her heel presses the towel back into place, and in this chosen not-yet the cosmos holds still, images slow drip along the line, unseen, already looking out at whoever dares look in...
December 10, 2025 at 5:15 PM
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#ObscuraWednesday #promptalism #promptart #synthart #occult #occultart
December 10, 2025 at 4:44 PM
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#ObscuraWednesday #poem #poetry #bskypoetry #fiction #occult #occultLit #esoteric #esotericLit #poeminalt

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Overshadow Calibration Log
Overshadow Calibration Log In the clandestine lab that hums beneath a sleeping town and above your present hour, she moves within her own perimeter of refusal, a closed anatomy among open instruments: sodium halo seething, dust ascending in unspent light, the blue lead apron hanging like an empty thorax awaiting overshadow. Observe the hinge of the hand-mirror where a single hair is caught: a frail cruciform suture between refusal and reception. Her bench is a minor cosmos of precisions — polished brass, prisms, black speculum glass beside a chalice slightly overfilled, slides once sterile now marked by latent fingerprints in a slow rosary of touch that never quite occurred. Note the pale ring of evaporated condensation encircling nothing: index of a heat-event hotter than doctrine, an invisible wound in protocol where some earlier lumen was allowed to linger. You think you are only the assistant as she lifts her notebook — Book-of-Hours rewritten as optics — jotting collimation, aperture, consent, while uncreated lumen exits the shutter in a disciplined beam, fractures through prism into bruise-lumen, indigo, wine, blood-red tincture pacing the air from mirror to mirror, until the path kinks, impossibly, down into the sealed geography of her body and, by that same bent trajectory, into the thin glass where your outline waits. Do not touch what happens when the beam reaches you: simply endure the exposure as your opacity goes out of fashion and your secrecy fogs, then clears, and the afterimage of everything you have refused to be entered begins, quietly, to develop.
December 10, 2025 at 4:23 PM