RIP David. A forever Icon

 "Listen to me, your body is not a temple. Temples can be destroyed and desecrated. Your body is a forest ~ thick canopies of maple trees and sweet scented wildflowers sprouting in the underwood. You will grow back, over and over, no matter how badly you are devastated."

~ Beau Taplin

Wagakki band/ Gold runs

 

Empathy is a two way street

 

New age money

 

Two days rain/ the Americans have gone

 Sophia Magdalena Scholl (1921-1943) was a Christian anti-Nazi political activist, active within the non-violent White Rose Resistance group. Scholl, along with her brother Hans, were imprisoned, convicted of high treason and beheaded for distributing anti-Nazi literature. The White Rose Resistance sought to bring an end to the oppression of the Jews and others while the majority of the German church remained silent.

These where her final words before she was executed:

"How can we expect righteousness to prevail when there is hardly anyone willing to give himself up individually to a righteous cause. Such a fine, sunny day, and I have to go, but what does my death matter, if through us, thousands of people are awakened and stirred to action?"~Sophie Scholl

Another excellent word from Scholl:

"The real damage is done by those millions who want to 'survive.' The honest men who just want to be left in peace. Those who don’t want their little lives disturbed by anything bigger than themselves. Those with no sides and no causes. Those who won’t take measure of their own strength, for fear of antagonizing their own weakness. Those who don’t like to make waves - or enemies. Those for whom freedom, honour, truth, and principles are only literature. Those who live small... die small. It’s the reductionist approach to life: if you keep it small, you’ll keep it under control. If you don’t make any noise, the boogeyman won’t find you. But it’s all an illusion, because they die too, those people who roll up their spirits into tiny little balls so as to be safe. Safe?! From what? Life is always on the edge of death; narrow streets lead to the same place as wide avenues, and a little candle burns itself out just like a flaming torch does. I choose my own way to burn."~Sophie Scholl

Photos colorized and enhanced by moi." Matthew Willard Lankford

Moving the shungite and Tiger's eyes bracelets.

 https://www.bitchute.com/video/844G5Q6tMG4/

New terrors to re-fry the soul/This far and no further

"Fighting the great reset and the permanent emergency is the rest if your life. It's the number one thing governing you on this planet... and your body, and your health and your future, and your money, and your right to live your life as you see fit. Because the good times ladies and gentlemen are gone, and they don't come back until we wake up and say no to the new world order. They just get worse." Alex Jones

 

sweet bowel junk

 

letters to Toni

 

http://www.forharriet.com/2015/06/the-horrible-truth-systemic-racism-is.html

4am boundaries with Tiz

 

The Vulva Temple of Witchcraft

4 h  · 

Anne Frank‘s censored diary passages about her female anatomy and sexuality.

Did you know that the famous Anne Frank‘s Diary was partly censored, because some parts were considered „too sexual“?

In the text bellow you can find more information about it and the mentioned diary entries. Anne Frank‘s talent and tragic story touched my heart as a girl. May her voice, uncensored, keep teaching girls history, compassion, courage and truth.

Vaginal Description: Friday, March 24, 1944. Second half

„I’d like to ask Peter whether he knows what girls look like down there. I don’t think boys are as complicated as girls. You can easily see what boys look like in photographs or pictures of male nudes, but with women it’s different. In women, the genitals, or whatever they’re called, are hidden between their legs. Peter has probably never seen a girl up close. To tell you the truth, neither have I. Boys are a lot easier. How on earth would I go about describing a girl’s parts? I can tell from what he said that he doesn’t know exactly how it all fits together. He was talking about the “Muttermund,” [* cervix], but that’s on the inside, where you can’t see it. Everything’s pretty well arranged in us women. Until I was eleven or twelve, I didn’t realize there was a second set of labia on the inside, since you couldn’t see them. What’s even funnier is that I thought urine came out of the clitoris. I asked Mother one time what that little bump was, and she said she didn’t know. She can really play dumb when she wants to!

But to get back to the subject. How on earth can you explain what it all looks like without any models? Shall I try anyway? Okay, here goes!

When you’re standing up, all you see from the front is hair. Between your legs there are two soft, cushiony things, also covered with hair, which press together when you’re standing, so you can’t see what’s inside. They separate when you sit down, and they’re very red and quite fleshy on the inside. In the upper part, between the outer labia, there’s a fold of skin that, on second thought, looks like a kind of blister. That’s the clitoris. Then come the inner labia, which are also pressed together in a kind of crease. When they open up, you can see a fleshy little mound, no bigger than the top of my thumb. The upper part has a couple of small holes in it, which is where the urine comes out. The lower part looks as if it were just skin, and yet that’s where the vagina is. You can barely find it, because the folds of skin hide the opening. The hole’s so small I can hardly imagine how a man could get in there, much less how a baby could come out. It’s hard enough trying to get your index finger inside. That’s all there is, and yet it plays such an important role!

Yours, Anne M. Frank“

Erotic Feelings Towards a Girl: Thursday, January 6, 1944

“Unconsciously, I had these feelings even before I came here. Once when I was spending the night at Jacque’s, I could no longer restrain my curiosity about her body, which she’d always hidden from me and which I’d never seen. I asked her whether, as proof of our friendship, we could touch each other’s breasts. Jacque refused.

I also had a terrible desire to kiss her, which I did. Every time I see a female nude, such as the Venus in my art history book, I go into ecstasy. Sometimes I find them so exquisite I have to struggle to hold back my tears. If only I had a girlfriend!”

http://burn.coplacdigital.org/.../passages-in-question/

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