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"[Austin Osman] Spare wrote that we could bring parts of the subconscious to the conscious mind and that the majority of magic would happen within the subconscious. At the deepest levels of the subconscious, everything is connected. Magic, according to Spare, is about diving deeper and deeper within until there is no difference between you and the desired effect or connection." ― Andrieh Vitimus  Hands-On Chaos Magic: Reality Manipulation through the Ovayki Current http://amzn.to/1B9b27O Image Credit: Austin Osman Spare
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YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Senegal, Mauritania, Mali, Burkina Faso, Niger, Nigeria, Chad, Sudan, Eritrea, Ethiopia, and Djibouti. Those are the countries. It will be drought-resistant species, mostly acacias. And this is a fucking brilliant idea you have no idea oh my Christ
This will create so many jobs and regenerate so many communities and aaaaaahhhhhhh

more info here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Great_Green_Wall
it’s already happening, and already having positive effects. this is wonderful, why have i not heard of this before? i’m so happy!

Oh yes, acacia trees.
They fix nitrogen and improve soil quality.
And, to make things fun, the species they’re using practices “reverse leaf phenology.” The trees go dormant in the rainy season and then grow their leaves again in the dry season. This means you can plant crops under the trees, in that nitrogen-rich soil, and the trees don’t compete for light because they don’t have any leaves on.
And then in the dry season, you harvest the leaves and feed them to your cows.
Crops grown under acacia trees have better yield than those grown without them. Considerably better.
So, this isn’t just about stopping the advancement of the Sahara - it’s also about improving food security for the entire sub-Saharan belt and possibly reclaiming some of the desert as productive land.
Of course, before the “green revolution,” the farmers knew to plant acacia trees - it’s a traditional practice that they were convinced to abandon in favor of “more reliable” artificial fertilizers (that caused soil degradation, soil erosion, etc).
This is why you listen to the people who, you know, have lived with and on land for centuries.
"When you need to stop an asteroid, you get Superman. When you need to solve a mystery, you call Batman. But when you need to end a war, you get Wonder Woman."

Gail Simone, Wonder Woman: The Circle

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She wants to go to the Seaside

Sometimes I wonder if you miss me 

I would like that very much

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How could I not get this crystal headband though 
#gpoy #fashion #montereymall #illtakedebit
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Straight from Monterey 
#patioview #eastcampusperks #sunset #gladtobealive #montereybae
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I’m glad I ended oceanside right. RIP Summer 2014
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6:22 PM [diary excerpt “bpd”]

I was ruled by my Gemini moon, and I succumbed to it’s impulsive revolution of creativity, bouts of distractions and cradling of my personalities.

It’s a struggle full of truth and sacrifice. I conquered nothing. I was governed by my strange existence and pursuit of mental innovation. I worshipped the mystery that engulfed darkness and defeated all trance of thought. 

The colorful tributes of personality that plagued those I envied forced my personality to become divergent. There are certain marks on my legs that are worth only a cheap lunch break and wooden floor fetal positions. Perhaps my episodes were spiritual catalysts. Words became pine needles, and emotions became a vibrant language I never learned to pronounce.

There are times and hours of the early morning when I can encompass the hues of negativity I colored within myself. In the slightest way, it wasn’t a negative ritual. I was able to compress that day’s recollection into a thesis of understanding or a reflection of aesthetic, dark serendipity. It was a lonely existence that cycled until I realized I couldn’t escape. I reverted into the dusty attics of safety that existed before SSRI’s and counseling sessions. 

I wanted to possess the stature and essence of a beautiful woman. I attempted to reenact security other woman emitted. Self-directed observation and selective taste of colors had feminized ways of re-affirming my personal gender typing. The goddess archetype was an alluring energy. Divine and nurturing, it was a spiritually attractive quality that I felt I could never mirror. I was socially prescribed from early experiences and I never felt I fit into any social structure of behavior being consistent with a gender (female) that I felt I deserved. I consistently struggled to reassign my role as appealing. I felt my masculine features structured how others saw me versus how I strived to be seen. Other women were tall, had larger breasts, and a body that had matured. I was short, and I felt like the neglected toy doll that wasn’t as attractive as the others.  I did not strive towards traditionalized feminine pursuits of a passive existence in society, but rather the glorification of the innate goddess within all women, although I could not find this in myself.

There was an internal driving force within me that was full of immense power and throughout my whole life, was a constant dedication to find beauty in whatever force fueled me. I still have not found out if this driving force of energy (in my eyes, bad) could ever translate my unique traits as visually pleasing. In times of mental crisis I would revert into the things I was not, frolicking in the fantasy of bracelet flowers and the comfort of my father complimenting the beauty I had not seen.

An armed conflict of adjectives and splitting, I fed off my battlefield and the apathy of people who differentiated from me. It was a personal offense if I was rejected, and a reaffirmation to keep myself enlisted into a scrambled identity of tremulous emotions and romanticization of the ‘sad girl’ image that I could reenact. It was a temporary image until I was able to luckily find parts of my own internal paradigm. I failed to comprehend the fundamental difference between myself and others. Rather the mystery I hid myself into became the basements of insensitive comments and repressed expression. I felt my furnace of unresolved trauma, I never put it out. A fire of distressed emotional operations and adopted sadness. It kept me warm, a comfort only the lonely can handle. 

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goddess 
"

What’s meant to be


will always find a way.

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Trisha Yearwood (via observando)
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