When you feel perpetually unmotivated, you start questioning your existence in an unhealthy way; everything becomes a pseudo intellectual question you have no interest in responding whatsoever. This whole process becomes your very skin and it does not merely affect you; it actually defines you. So, you see yourself as a shadowy figure unworthy of developing interest, unworthy of wondering about the world - profoundly unworthy in every sense and deeply absent in your very presence.Ingmar Bergman (via alfsaga)
A question like “How big is Faerie?” does not admit of a simple answer. Faerie, after all, is not one land, one principality or dominion. Maps of Faerie are unreliable, and may not be depended upon. We talk of the kings and queens of Faerie as we would speak of the kings and queens of England, as it is bigger than the world (for, since the dawn of time, each land that has been forced off the map by explorers and the brave going out and proving it wasn’t there has taken refuge in Faerie; so it is now, by the time that we come to write of it, a most huge place indeed, containing every manner of landscape and terrain). Here, truly, there be Dragons. Also gryphons, wyverns, hippogriffs, basilisks, and hydras. There are all manner of more familiar animals as well, cats affectionate and aloof, dogs noble and cowardly, wolves and foxes, eagles and bears.Stardust by Neil Gaiman (via bayoread)
You know, I do believe in magic. I was born and raised in a magic time, in a magic town, among magicians. Oh, most everybody else didn’t realize we lived in that web of magic, connected by silver filaments of chance and circumstance. But I knew it all along. When I was twelve years old, the world was my magic lantern, and by its green spirit glow I saw the past, the present and into the future. You probably did too; you just don’t recall it.Robert R. McCammon, Boy’s Life
‘It is sometimes found that self-initiates suddenly ‘invent’ a history for their own legitimisation; curious tales of hereditary teaching or of meetings with nameless strangers may occur. Instead of dismissing such claims out-of-hand, we might be wiser to encourage such people to work withAndrew Chumbley- ‘The Golden Chain and The Lonely Road’ (via iseesigils)
their imaginations and discover what it is that is trying to manifest through them. The ‘falsehoods’ may in some instances be adumbrations of something more interior, but first such individuals must be made aware of the inner process whereby phantasy assumes the guise of historical reality.
A refinement of method is required in order for us to recognise the imaginal fore-shadowing of spiritual presence. As aforesaid, communicable inspiration is the simplest sign of veracity…’
In this national “conversation” about mental illness, you’ll notice something interesting: no one seems terribly interested in talking with mentally ill people.
The mentally ill are people we talk about, not people we talk to. We aren’t interested in having a conversation with them, despite the fact that they’re the ones most affected by the issue. We love telling horror stories about what happens to mentally ill people who don’t have access to mental health services, but we never ask people with mental illnesses what they think of the issue.
[…]By excluding people with mental illnesses from the conversation, and privileging the voices of those who see mental illness as something terrifying, we are dehumanizing people with mental illnesses. They are not even worth trying to understand. They’re just a problem to be solved, a fear to be controlled.On Not Being Adam Lanza: Why Dialogue on Mental Health Must Include People with Mental Illness « Culturally Disoriented (via nadashannon)
Those who are content to live in an urban environment sometimes question whether a return to rural life is not a pathetic retreat from society’s obligations- an escape into romantic nostalgia. But it is not a running away; it is a running to. By returning to the land, many people regain control of their lives and find a new pride of accomplishment. These people discover with delight that there is real value- esthetic, spiritual, social, and healthful- not only in the leisure to be friendly but in such simple material blessings as newly churned butter, fresh cream for one’s coffee, properly pressed cheese, and home-baked bread.Robert Elman (via sugarhousecreamery)
If, until today, you have been a committed, hard-bitten realist who thinks other people trance out just to escape the stress of modern life, consider this alternative: Those spaced-out meditators, pathworkers, visualizers and journeyers are doing more than temporarily checking out of “the real world.” They’re going someplace else, and that place is also real.D. Woosley (via evenstar)
I do believe in faeries and I also know I really used to be one. And at some point, which is what happens once your locked up… at some point your essentially going to lose your wings. Maybe at some point I’ll get them back. I hope that I do. But I realize that I am ridiculous and I realize that having to go around life in faerie wings just to feel like I can live in this world… that I usually don’t feel terribly comfortable with.. That is what it took for me for a long time… and I loved that. There is nothing really wrong with that… but to be honest, I know that I have to deal with mortality and being able to be hurt and all of those things… and what faerie wings represented to me was, and it sounds so much deeper than I think it looked like to anybody at the time, is that I’m on a different plane and you touch me… and that’s what my protection really was.
Emilie Autumn, Swallow (The Opheliac Companion) (via tophattedteaparties)
This so much. <3
This took my breath away.(via maybeimnoangel)
Selkie women are the women you don’t understand. They are the women who know that they belong to another tribe, in another element. And so they seem as though they don’t belong in yours — and they don’t. They are the women who live by other rules and values, because their rules and values are different from those of this world. They are the women who sometimes seem to be listening to other voices, or music you can’t hear, or the call of distant bells. There is a faraway look in their eyes.
Selkie women are the ones who look as though they came out of fairy tales, because they did. The ones who look at the sea longingly, who look at the sky as their home. They do not fear death. They only fear imprisonment. Selkie women are the ones you can’t keep.Theodora Goss (http://theodoragoss.com/2012/07/13/selkie-women/)