A begrudging Happy Valentine's to you all! Stay safe out there, my fellow aromantics ...
Experience: Learning the right way to connect the dots.
February. Cool sheets and warm limbs. Champagne truffles. Lace bras. Long afternoons in the library and evening dance courses. A full agenda. White chocolate. A trace of perfume on a cashmere scarf. Love letters by Woolf and Nabokov. Lipstick kisses on teacups. Evening walks in rosy-cool dusk. Tender sensuality.
a quick lil sketch of the dusty, dreary, and yet somehow loveable lawyer we all know and love since j&h weekly motivated me to actually bang out a (somewhat) acceptable reference image for ol johnny boy
first letter from my good friend Jonathan: paprika recipes!
first message from my new pen-pal Ishmael: the only cure for suicidal depression is the Sea.
According to the CIA was when someone gets to 33 (33rd vertebrae or Golgotha) it creates a superimposed image of the spirit, the body, and all of the components therefore since Kundalini is a temporal paradox, they die and live through Christ and have the old neural network freely moving in the vessel. This old mapping of the first vessel is the Holy Ghost. The second time one gets to 33 by the number 666, it decimates the first image and keeps the second. Therefore God in the Flesh and something greater than man is in control. 777 is when bio lightning or the lightning flash of creation grants Christ to the heart of the initiate who completed the great work. It spirals down in the months that proceed after the lightning flash. The number 666 is the serpent of wisdom climbing back to the highest crown.
we hope your rules and wisdom choke you, now we are one in everlasting peace…
borne by jeff vandermeer // the employees by olga ravn