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I’m nostalgic and I come with a lot of streams Everything is relevant to meI never forget to write down my dreams by @priyazalia

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Queer Valentines Market Vendor Drop!! Scroll, share, & join this Sat Feb 14th 2-7pm at Paradox, 1310 Mission St 🫶@fat.pigeon.pottery Kinky vases, mugs, lamps, and beyond@mister_cell0phane Bootblacking services &home chef baked treats@Mysticauraoils Hair oils, face oils, perfume roller, body oil @_spooky_boy_16_ Linocut prints, buttons & stickers w/ furry designs. @FatSlutBakeryCookies, Cupcakes, Tres Leches, & more!@subtle_designs_ Woodcrafts guided by sustainability and innovation@LoveLetterFromKayKink themed sewn goods & linocut patches@shadowsofthemDark to whimsical fine art prints of original work @milkgallon Leather collars, paddles, harnesses, garters, tags@syom_chili_oilPrepackaged chili oil @palmflower_botanicals Tinctures & Glycerites & medicine for pleasure@punkplant_artUsed clothes & eco/queer art prints@creamland.labsBody, skin & intimacy essentials @idolhandscustomKInk furniture & toys built entirely by hand@victorsvillainieszines, clothes, patches, clowns@LilithSpillzSensual massages and recycled rubber fetishfashion@mistiqlartHandmade jewelry and crochet accessories @mitthu.handmadeJewelry with gemstones and czech beads@thebeaded.bansheehandmade beaded jewelry@sebacr3atesFuse bead coasters & earrings w/ digital-era designsOpalblue.artpaintings, drawings, clothing pieces and prints@triggerhappytoySex toys, Kink items, The Nikita, Gun Handled Dildo@artful_euphoriaScrap Packs, Beaded Pens, Magnets, Lighter packs@rocketreadyapparelLeather & vinyl collars, belts, harnesses, earrings@ly.chanhmuoipaintings on canvas and prints@graqefruitgreetingsLinocut tea towels, handkerchiefs, shirts, & cards Also anonymously share your Desires for a live podcast by @putitaandproud from 2-5pm or join petplay speed dating starting at 5:30pm by @ethology_community!Venue is wheelchair accessible on ground floor & bathrooms (80% of venue), a section is upstairs is not accessible. Masks are recommended & available by @priyazalia

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The birds move in waves, as if unified by some invisible thread, doing the dance of the goddess. They take only enough for them to be full and then they move on, flying the empty skies, weaving through the undivided field like the magic they are. They remind me that other animals - chickens, cows, pigs, and fish, bunnies, pigeons - all animals are an extension of them, of the undivided field. They remind me of the forgotten truth that the practice of self remembrance is bringing back to me and many others daily: we are all extensions of the undivided field. You may call it god or goddess, universal consciousness, Allah, Waheguru, Bhagwan. It is all the same. It is undivided and every one of us within it are reflections, emitting and receiving light. Remember to give and receive love in all that you do: what you eat, what you say, what you think <3 “From the smallest particles to the spiraling galaxies, from the subatomic to the multi universal, a matrix of electromagnetic circutries, connects and energizes manifest creation in one unified body of harmonic resonance. Our blood contains the same divine essence and molecular alchemy as the rivers that run to the sea, our bones made of the same elemental components as the ancient stone monoliths that silently witness the passing of ages. We’re continuously exchanging a dataflow of source intelligence with the body of earth and every form of life within her embrace.”Remember. by @priyazalia

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I overline my lips Because I have so much to say The boundaries are always made up And the answers are always outside of the lines we lay Eternity is breezing by Throw off your shackles and step on the other side of today Never is just a saying Forever is an inner knowing For those who dare to be led astray Everyone talks about waking up Only a few do what they say Everyone wants to meet the divine Only a few want to pray Everyone wants freedomOnly a few know how to disobey So I overline my lips As a sign that I’m reaching for something far far away Whispers of a shooting star, Secrets of a full moon, Portals of past lives, And the truth they’re trying to convey by @priyazalia

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8 months ago

Sometimes I think about what it must feel like to not be a seeker, to simply exist in the illusion without wanting to lift the veil. Ever since I was younger, something from the beyond has always clutched me in its dark grasp. From writing poetry to express the ineffable to pondering other worlds, I have always been seduced by the mysteries of the universe. I have been intrigued by the mystery of life and death ever since I was a child in India. There are Hindi songs that I have listened to since I was eight years old. And a few years ago I finally read deeply into the lyrics. I teared up while doing so, realizing that the lyrics were all talking about all of the things that still to this day intrigue me and things which deeply move me into profound love and pain. The songs talk about the temporary nature of life, the interconnectedness of all beings, the mysterious subjectivity which quietly strokes all our lives, and that there is no such thing as death. All this to say that I quite literally do not know what it feels like to exist in this illusion, what the sacred Indian texts call Maya, without having the uncontrollable urge to lift the veil. However, recently, I have been observing the beauty in the illusion and also in those who do not have the urge to lift this veil, those who don’t ask, “why are we here?” “What is this life?” And here’s why. [Link to blog in bio] by @priyazalia

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The human animal divide and the illusion of separation. #animalrights by @priyazalia

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9 months ago

Thank you @rockneyshepheard for making this beautiful portrait of Mimi. Rocky does these custom pet portraits for $80, highly worth it especially for those who lost a pet 🥹💜 by @priyazalia

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10 months ago

🌿 🪄 I made this hair oil with my own hands, with the help of my mom and her ancient Indian secrets for hair. I spent a lot of time researching the herbs and oils and ensuring that their combination brings the highest good to hair. 🎀And today I am launching this hair oil to share it with the world. 🌎 It’s been blessed on my altar. It was created with intention to nourish and grow. 🧿📿 by @priyazalia

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I just found out my little friend Lucky passed away. Lucky had pure love frequency. He made me realize how much I want to care for pigeons one day, soon. When I held him everything melted and all I felt was his pure and kind energy. He was extremely loving. Thank you to my sister_ for all the amazing work she did with him, literally bringing him back to life. She rescues pigeons and takes such amazing care of them. Love you angel Lucky. 🌈 by @priyazalia

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All we can ever do with words is utter something incomplete. Hence the ineffable nature of the inner world. I hope those who read this transmission of my inner world to physical reality enjoy. Love & darkness, 💕 🌖 Priya by @priyazalia

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This is a poem for my Daimon. A daimon is a guiding spirit, a divine power and it’s always the one speaking, seeing through us. I see you peeking in the shadows. Thank you for bringing nature through my vessel. —I’m in the throes of the ultimate birth Succumbed by the mystery of the muse Lured by the sirens laughterI’m afraid I’ve been suffused By my daimon’s seed Him who my own eyes have never seenBut I know he’s possessing me from behind Whispering the siren’s song in my ears He follows me and I follow my tears Trying to dissect the hints he leaves me While never showing me his true face I must obey him through symbols, through spaceThrough his reflections in the other Through glimpses of light that smother Through rhymes and roads that lead to nowhere Through unfolding of my darkest layers Through the many forms the formless carries like water Quenching my thirst for spirit and matterFor flesh and soul For the love of what’s wholeThrough that which kills me, but he’s never botheredI’m under the grip of the ultimate realization That the entity which I cannot see has seized meHe is always shifting my gaze to what he wants me to see, Because he is the seer doing the seeing, And I’m a mere vessel for what nature wants to do through meThat in knowing this I can be free:My life never was, and never will be about me by @priyazalia

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When I started paying attention to life, I received profound glimpses into the beyond, and a deeper understanding of death. Death is the end of all separation, not of life, it is an expanding of consciousness, not its cessation. This writing is a reflection of my deep love for Mimi and all those I love. by @priyazalia

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