Tired of feeling stuck in your shadow work practice? By the end of this 2-part series, you’ll know how to use two powerful ritual tools in your go-to, surefire, Tantric technique to expand wisdom, deepen self-awareness, and boost courage in your shadow-work practice.
The Pagan traditions of the Bulgarian Wild Men (Babugeri or Kukeri) frighten away evil spirits with the haunt of human wilderness.
Artist Alexis Themistocleous becomes Theo-Mass, a 2-D super-hero on a hero’s journey to make it in the 4-D world. Experiential cinematic, high-fashion.
Japanese artist, artist Shin Murayama, explores the dark future of our planet, with trash masks Sock Eater, Shoe Face and Mandrill Nose.
Tracy Widdess of Brutal Knitting turned yarn into an incredibly knitted mask based on a drawing by artist Stéphane Blanquet.
I practiced calling the wind like a Yaqui maiden. I sang to the storms as a beloved sorceress. I witnessed the lightning strike in time to my crescendo, a testament to my revelry for the great sky-father. I witnessed myself a catalyst, daughter to a clear conduit. The ultimate catalyst: allowing my electric heart to rouse my gratitude into a dance with my sorrow and witness the heavens dancing with my bitter joy.
Suffering is like cleaning house for that hot date: your future self! Perhaps our souls co-created the toothsome grit with the heavens abound so that we may have a chance to kiss our own knees when we fall down in despair. If you subscribe to that, you'll see that your soul is just flirting with making out with herself.
B. Lembitz covers the Art Basel Screening of Wastedlands 2.
"Gruff Man continues throwing paint cans while a tall man in shiny shoes and sequined short-shorts explains why he and his crew need to bring a van through the screening-range. Gruff man dismissively nods and continues sorting his cans. Like stray cats to a bowl of food, Graffiti artists lurch out of the woodwork towards the sorted cans. They begin tagging the surrounding shipping containers. Shiny Shoes rolls a giant decrepit disco ball across the empty lot. The mirrors softly plink as they fall, brittle glass crumbling into shards on the dark pavement."
Crafting a sacred space for the art of dying is a dying art form. Some of us are being summoned to revive this delicate craft. Let's explore the signs of the summoning.
I practiced calling the wind like a Yaqui maiden. I sang to the storms as a beloved sorceress. I witnessed the lightning strike in time to my crescendo, a testament to my revelry for the great sky-father. I witnessed myself a catalyst, daughter to a clear conduit. The ultimate catalyst: allowing my electric heart to rouse my gratitude into a dance with my sorrow and witness the heavens dancing with my bitter joy.
Read MoreSuffering is like cleaning house for that hot date: your future self! Perhaps our souls co-created the toothsome grit with the heavens abound so that we may have a chance to kiss our own knees when we fall down in despair. If you subscribe to that, you'll see that your soul is just flirting with making out with herself.
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Is your magic not working? Experiencing influence blocks? Self-discovery is key. By the end of this 2-part series, you’ll have a super-charged life-hack that can be your go-to, self-discovery technique for revealing your true will and liberating your creative genius.