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M. looked at the image of Kali. He saw that the Divine Mother holds in Her two left hands a man’s severed head and a sword. With Her two right hands She offers boons and reassurance to Her devotees. In one aspect She is terrible, and in another She is the ever affectionate Mother of Her devotees. The two ideals are harmonized in Her. She is compassionate and affectionate to Her devotees: to those who are submissive and helpless. It is also true that She is terrible, the ‘Consort of Death’. She alone knows why She assumes two aspects at the same time.
— Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, Ch. 21

M. looked at the image of Kali. He saw that the Divine Mother holds in Her two left hands a man’s severed head and a sword. With Her two right hands She offers boons and reassurance to Her devotees. In one aspect She is terrible, and in another She is the ever affectionate Mother of Her devotees. The two ideals are harmonized in Her. She is compassionate and affectionate to Her devotees: to those who are submissive and helpless. It is also true that She is terrible, the ‘Consort of Death’. She alone knows why She assumes two aspects at the same time.

Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, Ch. 21

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Went to a secret/semi-off-limits part of the Hamilton Gardens yesterday and read, composed poetry, and enjoyed a beautiful spring day.

Girl/Boy Song

by Aphex Twin

"I found there was a demon in the washing machine. I decided to leave him in there. He dries the clothes pretty well."

'Paradise Revisited'

Milton made Eve his blonde, but she is dark
And dark is Eden where her tree ascends;
And yet she shines; no shy deer in God’s park,
She’s formidable. The fruit between her hands

Is moon to her deliberate earth; the cold
Smooth yellow rind of moon or fruit invites
Tongue, or on branch alight allures handhold.
Temptress, to darken her delights

Offers her apple with one withering leaf,
Ripeness and death in hand; imparts that knowledge,
Yet firm and lovingly lets in the thief
Of innocence: moon-sodden foliage

Parted, lays her big limbs unshadowed bare
To the white clamberer’s prehensile stare.

— Allen Curnow

"There is but one eye of the needle through which the white, red and black threads must pass. After I am gone hold fast to the law, the truth, and love. Forsake all else."
— Pōtatau Te Wherowhero upon being crowned Māori King in 1858
Sculpture: Aurei by Rangi Kipa, on University of Waikato campus

"There is but one eye of the needle through which the white, red and black threads must pass. After I am gone hold fast to the law, the truth, and love. Forsake all else."

Pōtatau Te Wherowhero upon being crowned Māori King in 1858

Sculpture: Aurei by Rangi Kipa, on University of Waikato campus

sneakingoutisfun:

Ooh ft. Christianne Jensen — Jon Bellion