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The book I’m writing right now
is more potent than a 1000 apples.
It is equally as potent as a 300 year old tree.

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A vague ethereal thirst trap.

Am I god‘s homegirl? I think yes.
I asked the lavender, I asked her:
Do you like me?

Taking action represents the element of fire. And only it can purify me. Purification renews life by uplifting spirit. Living within the process of purification is being in a conscious relation with god—experiencing
the happenings in life as multi dimensional, symbolic and charged.. Darkness nourishes me, roots feed on soil. A tree grows in both directions simultaneously.

Let me tell you about electricity. When the sleep is deep, your consciousness projects dreams. Nightmares and lush and peachy purple scenes. You’re inside a watery womb, protected but a quiet grow. I don’t want to live as though I’m already dead, I want my consciousness to expand into the unknown so life can surprise me again. And the electricity I’m talking about? It’s between the lines, it’s the wish to live—being powered by spirit.

Not everyone undergoes the healing through the wound passage but those who do trust pain and allow themselves to be ruled by the truths of the ache.

That core wound, that holy grail, will expand my consciousness into a multidimensional prism.

Praying mantis at the beach

The moon a half-smile chandelier,
I’m a praying mantis here
in a song within a poem within a prayer

and the shells, already there,
cracked open, yet whole and bare,
full devotion within prayer.

Psalm-city and orchid-fever
Vibration is how we enter matter

LA, sea-mist and pipe-dreams
Yin and berries, magazines
Curls and Clover and Citrin
Agape is a melody

we claim the white
of the night. In veils,
and Acapella,

I fold my hands
too tiny to bear,

A prayer
A prayer
A prayer

(A poem that C. writes in her notesapp during the beginning of the tingling of the 🍄 in my upcoming novel)

I love the separate captions. You’re flipping through my magazine 💋

Gosh, I’m so tired of hearing myself write love-letters in my mind. You don’t remember the gravity of my gaze. And I, with my tinker bell complex, can’t remember either, which is the actual problem. My magic blooms when someone else believes in it, and when they don’t, I’m a dying fairy. by @cartooneyed

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a month ago

Look how obsessed I am with certain words. I adore words, they suggest a fixed thing of the meta, like colors that contain music. Sometimes I write poems just to put words next to each other; I paint with words instead of expressing a message.

You see, a poet is a poet even if no words were written. Poets are seers and seekers, they feed on symbols and subliminals. They microdose on mundanities and miracles and then may or may not bring forth their inner movements into this world.

Most of all, a poet allows themselves to be touched all the way through.

I adore the book that I’m writing right now. I take a long long time, I knooooww. I started this project in January 2021!! And it has died and revived many times since. I trust the process and I‘m infinitely grateful that it comes through me. Honestly I wish I had more discipline (as with my previous books, was so disciplined). But this book is like me, overflowing with yin energy. Only with the help of my inner yang can I bring it down to earth, otherwise it will always be a seed—full of its whole potential, but never realized. With this post I call in my inner yang.

The little text and poem are from the book I’m writing now, and the long lists of nouns are from my Google Docs document in which I collected all the words I find pretty throughout the years… I love reading it, it immediately brings me into a higher consciousness.

I love you 💖 by @cartooneyed

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2 months ago

The life of a church girl
which / one

Do you hate me? Papaya makes my face turn red in disgust. Does your toothpaste contain fluoride? And do you scrape your tongue? I like a beyond cheese burger so much so.~~i use the term „dense“ as a compliment. „You’re so dense.“ Yes I am~identifying with matter. On another note, how comes the culture decided „bird“ was derogatory? The word in itself emanates one of the highest frequencies. people like to put god in the mud, (some people still build Babylon). god in the mud is exquisite. I have to tell you my favorite word: utterly. by @cartooneyed

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2 months ago

On January 27th/28th 5 planets were in Aquarius, and I, as an Aquarius stellium, went paragliding on that same day. I saw the world from a bird point of view and with it came great clarity. Before and after, I kept repeating in my mind: I‘m the star tarot card, I feel it in my uterus.

On that same night I saw 1 big and 7 small shooting stars, and guess how many stars are on the star tarot card? 1 big, 7 small.

I was born on February 8th 1997, and ever since 2020 I felt a strong connection to Venus. The tattoo on my solar plexus (which is my fucking inner star >a star is a sun<) is the Salvador Dalí interpretation of the star tarot card - Venus as a water-bearer.

Since I was a kid I knew I was a writer, before I could write a single word I knew I was a writer. I knew I came to earth for the stories. Because my soul thrives through them. I‘m lucky to be one of the humans who‘s been aware of their life mission from a very young age, having undeniable clarity about it. Very fixed, very stubborn, very Aquarius.

But the sidepaths, the scenic roads, the hidden doors that I fall in and out of, I came for these too. They are the physical part of the story. The metaphysical part of the story is the myth that Eros and Psyche experience through Me. Blessed be, they are hot Lovers now. Which feels like my city of jewels (solar plexus) is on fire and I‘m dancing in the heat of the flames. by @cartooneyed

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8 months ago

I love whatever it is Brasil does to me. Just being here feels like micro-dosing shrooms. The state of consciousness I’m in here so naturally has to be hard earned in Germany, with a 3 hour meditation, and it will be only fleeting, like a sweet epiphany flying out the window by midnight.

It is because Brasils nature is very rich, and it communicates with me. She nourishes me on all levels; the sun feeds me vitamin D and downloads, the oranges give me Vitamin C, the climate takes care of my skin and my hair. The ocean cleanses and protects and dramatizes my life. The trees purify air and thoughts. The soil detoxes and nourishes through minerals. The ice cold river water, tells me where it comes from. And I accept that the mosquitos drink of me, makes me think I’m part of an ecosystem.

Everything is in communication with everything, it’s a beautiful symphony of the mother.

And it’s not that I’m happy here in Brasil, life isn’t about happiness, it’s about meaning, story, consciousness, growth, joy, community, Individuation, all of it together, not just striving for The Thing/Emotion we think we need.

In fact, I can get very sad here, but the quality of sadness is also of something which feels nutritious. A nutritious sadness enhances life and creates depth.

Brasil makes time feel like slow honey, in which my consciousness can unfold and be aware of itself. Immediately after I stepped out of the airplane it felt like a big exhale of all 2025ness my body held on to (I didn’t like that year, especially the second half of it).

But how beautiful I could end the year of the snake on a land that has snakes, and a land that made me shed so many layers, like literally skin from sunburn and metaphysical layers too, everytime i get there. by @cartooneyed

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9 months ago

to be enchanted by a muse ✨🪶🫧🍊🌈🪷🪽🌸🪞🌙⛲️

1. suncatcher again (I think it looks pretty on my feed)
2. the two of us
3. a thought
4. fairytale fountain moment
5. two poems from Efflorescence (by Sol)
6. my playlists
7. picnic
8. wading lady (poem by Sol)
9. 5 of coins (flourish into yourself)
10. I could have been your Eden (poem by me)
11. a sister
12. awaken (poem by Sol) (god I love it)
13. me
14. a thought
15. me in another fountain taken in Poem by @cartooneyed

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a year ago

1. suncatcher in the sun
2. me and suncatcher
3. Sol and suncatcher
4. Sol kissing a rose
5. poem by Sol from her poetry book Efflorescence 🌸
6. me communing with the flowers
7. weeping willows swaying in the wind
8. wild orchids
9. poem by me from my poetry book NUDES 🌺
10. river flowing
11. weeping willows and river in my neighborhood
12. dm from Sol
13. two lovergirls

Listen to Swans by @solarie.sirena and Bluesonik on Spotify or Apple Music 🦢🎶 taken in Angel by @cartooneyed

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I love the universe

1. Moon, Venus, Jupiter and two bright stars
2. a poem called „he smoked so much flower he became one“
3. water lily pads
4. @solarie.sirena getting blessed by elephant-shaped water fountains
5. my tits in a black bikini, Venus tattoo, Aquarius necklace
6. a shadow picture of the chandelier in my living room
7. @solarie.sirena taking on her shoes by the base of a waterfall taken in Earth :-) by @cartooneyed

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a year ago

Long overdue met this Angel 🥹🪽🧚‍♀️⛲️
@cartooneyed

Thank you @Motarawa for the video 🤍 by @cartooneyed

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@solarie.sirena reciting her poetry to me felt like I was in a waking dream. I love my ability to fall in love platonically, like hey girl, where have you been all my life?

Through her magic I remembered my own 🫧 cheers to the power of love 💕 and cheers to the moon 🌕 and cheers to the universe, for aligning us in such an undeniable divine way. She chose Solarie and I chose Solari for our pen names, without knowing about each other. And aside from that, she also looks so similar to the character of my book that I’m writing. Also she’s a poet and singer and wears crystals around her wrists and collects feathers.

Clarice Lispector once wrote „an angel is a frequency“ and it feels like this frequency is coded inside Sol’s being. If you read her poetry book Efflorescence, you will totally get what I mean by that 🪽✨ by @cartooneyed

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When Clarice Lispector said:

„Things happen indirectly. They come sideways. I’d swear it’s from the left side. (I get on better with my left side.) Which is battered like a look of sensitive melancholic tenderness. It’s the encounter between purity and purity and so we feel we’re allowed it, I don’t know what else to say. So—I don’t say it or maybe it would be better for me to say it. To be a being allowed to yourself is the glory of existing. To be able to say to yourself with shame and awkwardly: it‘s you, too, you I love, a bit. I allow myself.“

I really felt that. by @cartooneyed

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I‘m just a woman doing woman things, all the time, all the time. I know the angels are watching, that’s why I dance under the shower and do the things I’m doing very slow, very slow. by @cartooneyed

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