The Black Plague And Covid-19 And Ancient Biblical Discoveries
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Legend has it that when Miriel of Númenórë ascended the throne after her father, he gave her the greatest secret of his land. The prophecy that would change everything... the destruction of Numenor would come from the hand of an elf as white as the moon, but with a heart as black as the abyss...
Hello everyone! This beautiful outfit brought back memories of "The Rings of Power" specifically, the chapters of Númenórë. I couldn't stop listening to the soundtrack while editing it! ♥v♥ fangirly moment.
Dress: UNA -> Yuri dress (maitreya, legacy, reborn)
Fur: UNA -> Vip group gift! Available at event!
Available in Midnight Order Event
Crown: luluB -> Mabon (available in store!)
Enjoy! ♥
Much madness is divinest sense -
To a discerning eye -
Much sense - the starkest madness -
'Tis the majority
In this, as All, prevail -
Assent and you are sane -
Demur - you're straightway dangerous -
And handled with a chain -
Emily Dickinson
It's not dark yet, but the dogs are barking down the street.....
"Her leaders within are like wolves tearing the prey, to shed blood, to destroy souls, to get dishonest gain."
Ezekiel 22-27
"I know that after I leave, some people will come like wild
wolves and try to destroy the flock. Also some from your own group will rise up and distort the truth and will lead away
followers after them."
Acts 20/29-30
Last night I had a visit from a large moth,
which I caught in a jar,
photographed and then released into the night.
I remembered the mysterious movie 'The Mothman Prophecies'
and wondered what the butterfly was trying to tell me ...
1. you will never wed the prince, you'll wed the king.
2. You'll be queen, for a time. Then comes another, younger, more beautiful, to cast you down and take all you hold dear.
3. The king will have 20 children and you will have three. Gold will be their crowns . . . gold their shrouds.
One of the Madeira Highlights was this Area, where I had some intensive Shooting in a mystic foggy Situation. Luckily I was at the right Place at the appropriate Time!
The Artists Of Ion by Daniel Arrhakis (2016)
With the music : Lars Leonhard - Stella Nova [Full EP]
Their compositions draw the lines and forms of the future but also the colors and the light of dreams ... materializing thoughts, characters and landscapes, will create new realities that intersect in time and overlap the lines of fate - The Artists Of Ion.
~ Heidr Ragnarok ~
"It is the way of prophecy. Only to be understood when it has happened, and it is too late to change it." - Ragnar Lothbrok
Por el mar del Mármara surca el Argos con su proa que tiene el don del habla y de la profecía ...Quizas el oráculo me trajo aquí para sentir emociones desconocidas. Respiro la sal en el aire y una fuerte brisa enfurece las olas mientras faena el pescador...F.O.G.
The Argos sails across the Sea of Marmara, its prow gifted with speech and prophecy...Perhaps the oracle brought me here to feel unknown emotions. I breathe the salt in the air, and a strong breeze stirs the waves as the fisherman works...F.O.G.
...sountrack : Violent Femmes - Country Death Song...
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lwj5_SNWYc8
..thank you all sooo much for your kind words and wishes, my dearest friends !!!!!!...
...slowly catching up...
...wish you all a wonderful and healthy week..........................................♥
'Macbeth shall never vanquished be until
Great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane Hill
Shall come against him.'
(Shakespeare, Macbeth - Act 4 Scene 1)
This is from last summer - it's a moth of some sort sitting on an upturned stainless steel fire pit in my garden. I saw it there and went in to get the camera and my trusty Tamron 90mm macro. It sat very still so I was able to get eye to eye and it just looked so creepy and alien when I checked out the shots!
Yeats made a prophecy in this poem over 100 years ago after World War I
....sadly our world is headed in this direction.
"Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
WB Yeats