DIVINE DUALITY

The combination of black and white is one of my absolute favorites. It stirs love in me for so many reasons. For starters bringing the two colors together creates an energetic harmony that that truly makes me feel aligned with my higher self since black is representation of feminine energy and white is representation of masculine energy. Whenever I have these two colors on together I am reminded that I am the most powerful when I honor all aspects of who I am, the wild and fierce as well as the soft and vulnerable, even if these aspects are not understood or received by others.

A major allure of this color combination is the beauty of duality. I have long felt a deep pull to parts of life that are considered dark and wicked by mainstream standards as well as to things that are traditionally sacred. Witchcraft and occultism are prime examples of things I find deep beauty in that many have dismissed as darkness. Even in these realms nothing is ever truly just one thing, neither truly light nor dark. Magick itself is not good nor wicked, it is the soul of the practitioner that determines whether what is cast is made of love or wickedness.

For me the color white speaks of angelic energy and the heavenly realms. It speaks of true unconditional love and the flow of energy from the universe directly into the hearts of humanity. Most of my divinatory work is in connection to the angelic realms so for me black and white simply flow as one. I know the great source of universal love sees the beauty in dark places just as it sees the darkness in places perceived solely as light, so I know it is a divinely inspired example I must follow.

It is not about seeking a space of all light or all dark but finding the harmonious place of coexistence in between.

Something I have seen often as individuals are diving deeper into their spiritual nature is a desire to do away completely with the shadows and only stand in light. “Good vibes only and no bad days” are phrases that we have all heard time and time again. The thing is when we choose to ignore the existence of our personal shadows we invalidate the experiences that have in truth given us our light, because without darkness light would have no meaning. When we push our shadows such as insecurities, fears, or trauma away from us they have a tendency to creep up in the most unexpected and detrimental moments.

By looking our shadows in the face not only do we strip them of their hold over us but we also give power to the light that is working so hard to shine through.

This is a grand act of transmutation. The energy that we have been unwittingly been using to run away from our darkness we can now cultivate into pursuing our happiness. Then when we find ourselves standing fully in the arms of happiness there are no lingering clouds to blot out the sun.

The key to unconditional self love is acceptance for all of who you are no matter what circumstances you find yourself in. Acceptance of your shadows leads to their transmutation and acceptance of your light leads to a truly empowered lifetime. Whoever finds themselves reading this today I hope you know you are worthy of your total and unconditional love. I hope you offer yourself the hand of love even if all you see around you is shadow. With all my heart I hope today you invite harmony into your world by simply choosing you.

A Rebel Angel’s fall from grace turned out to be written by the hand of the divine, a plot twist in mind. A level unlocked on the path to ascension. She broke barriers and traveled dimensions. Meanwhile, the divine smiled.

Love is the sweetest elixir or deadliest of poisons, all depending upon the colors of your soul. Colors run like a freshly painted canvas or war paint from tear stained eye lashes. You are the artist who wields the brush. Stroke wisely.

Pour your love into me like a glass of desert wine. Linger with sweetness on my tongue. Time winds itself as we unfold ourselves into naked bliss. Tick tock whispers the clock and we sink deeper into la petite mort, cosmic abyss.

Shadows follow with a hushed whisper but their intentions could not be more clear, too dim the lights as a star is born. Too bad for the cloak of night a cosmic ray shall shine determinately bright. So, baby, watch me burn.

Love is pleasure. pleasure is pain. pain is suffering. suffering is the presence of love. duality is the breath of existence. Take it in deep and slow. Hard and fast. I feel a cosmic orgasm coming on.

Love is born again between the thighs of rebellious women. With my wicked ways and wild woman tongue watch me dance soul back into this bleeding Earth. Watch me put love first. Watch as I hypnotize you with a twirl of my skirt.

SWEETNESS IN SIMPLICITY

I must admit that I am not normally drawn to more simplistic styles and aesthetics, preferring looks that are more eye catching. However, when I stumbled into this “Start Making Sense” t shirt at the goodwill I was instantly smitten. I knew it wanted to be dressed down with a pair of ripped jeans & boots. Admittedly to my surprise I found myself feeling just as vibrant in my t shirt & jeans as I normally would in one of my proffered outfits.

The phrase “start making sense” felt instantly resonate and had my brain firing off in multiple different directions. The most lingering line of thought unfolded as the realization of just how important it is to stand in a place of total transparency if you want to be understood by the world around you. To me “start making sense” is an invitation to speak plainly about whatever it is that one carries within their heart and mind without fear of how it is going to be received and perceived.

Often the reason our thoughts and feelings wind up lost in translation with those whom we want to share them with is because there is a tendency to minimize what we’re carrying out of fear of rejection or lack of receptivity. So, as we begin to water down our internalized truths they lose substance and relatability. Standing in authenticity with a willingness to defend whatever you’re feeling sets you up to be understood plainly. If we wish to truly be understood by others we must first own that which we wish to be understood.

This look put me in remembrance of my love of language. Although English is my only spoken language I have a natural love for uncovering the vibrant meanings of words that aren’t natural to the English language or have lost their popularity over time. Each word in existence carries its very own unique magical vibration. Defining a new word is like learning a new bit of magic which you can later apply to your spell weaving. Aside from allowing you to manifest powerfully the weaving of words can truly be one of the most sensual experiences. This is why poetry and music have the power to literally transport the listener to another world, one that bridges reality with fantasy and invites love into every space in between.

CELESTIAL CIRCUS

I can’t place exactly what it was, but something about this ensemble took me away to a world of vintage circus performers and abandoned carnival scenes. Part of me was drawn to the beauty of imagining being the glittering main attraction of a small traveling circus, living the life of a small town superstar. Another part of me was drawn to the aftermath of the circus and carnival world, where tents and rides were left abandoned in pursuit of a more stable and commercial way of living. I feel you’d almost be able to hear the echoes of happiness and lost laughter as you traversed through the abandoned sight. Both the life and the death of the Circus world hold beauty to me.

I have long held a fascination with living on the cusp of society with like minded individuals & creating a world of total freedom of exploration. I often find the bonds of this society quite restricting so I find no surprise in the notion that once upon a time many fled to “run away and join the circus.” Freedom is a truly illusive thing that many of us only believe that we have experienced. I dream of a life that embodies true freedom, where I answers to no force, save myself and the divine.

I think the performance aspect of circus life is truly something beautiful as well, though I totally disagree with the brutality and mistreatment that was often displayed against both human and animal performers.

My circus would be an oasis for all those found it. My tribe and I would create beauteous performances straight from our heart and perform simply because it was a source of joy. The only animals that you would see would be members of our family or those that we found along our travels and were nursing back to health.

Overall, my favorite thing about this look is the way it reminded me that the imagination truly is a gateway to another world. It is so important to allow yourself to be carried away to other times, realms and dimensions in your own mind, you never know what sources of inspiration you may bring back with you. Who knows you may even return with seeds to plant for your next big creative venture.

Welcome to Kismet’s circus where destiny is neither bought nor sold, but sure to unfold.

Let’s go for a ride across time. Imagine what we’ll find if we let go of our inhibitions and let our inner children lead the expedition. Laughter abounds as our worries are left forgotten for another lifetime.

When the curtains close, we’ll roam home to our kingdom in the green made up of hope and unleashed dreams.

Our life may be in a world of shadow but for us it is brimming with life, for us the unimaginable creates magick before our eyes. Let’s retreat into a place only we know, where when the lights flicker we still know there’s grace in the wild unknown.

They say only wicked ones long for escape, but in truth it’s the divine who long to create new ways. New paths to travel, new destinies to unfold, for the rise of the rebel angel has long been foretold.