Dracula Daily… Voyage Of The Nautilus… Whale Weekly… I Might Have To Start Sending Out Foundation

Nikita Gill, from Your Heart is the Sea: Poems; "The Difference Between Alone and Lonely,"

radio is kind of wild really, the first thing we did after discovering an ethereal field that permeates the universe is infuse it with music.

Monarch: Legacy of Monsters - 1x04

I think what I love most about current day tumblr and it’s obsession with things like Dracula daily and Goncharov is that it’s a reminder that the internet and social media can be fun. It’s not all algorithms and selling things to you based on data the company got from tracking all your movements. Sometimes it’s about coming together to have fun over something completely superfluous and stupid but ultimately meaningful because we gave it meaning.

Video from @wildlifeaid

A Prayer to Sekhmet

You who flows through veins as heat and healing there is none who understands blood like You, who understands inside and out all we keep sealed, anger and agonies, everything we keep consumed.

You who is the Mother keeping watchful eye, decisive of right and wrong, who draws the line, who sees us chase righteous purpose and who drives and pushes us with breath-deep stirrings to those signs.

You know what it is to feel the overwhelming tide, You, Protectress Of Order Most Divine, You tell us, come drink or drought, which urge is right, You stand at our side and bring a strength like fire.

You who heals the sick: Bless the physicians who bring cure. You, destroying injustice: Bless those who weather storms. You most powerful of heart: May we reap what we deserve. You who awakens and inspires: May we make something out of hurt.

It wrinkles my brain that Jupiter’s moon Europa has oceans that are sixty miles deep, while Earth’s oceans only reach seven miles deep at most. I’m willing to bet good money that there’s life in Europa’s oceans. Like five bucks. You hear me, NASA? I bet you five bucks that there’s life on Europa… Now that there’s money and reputation on the line, I bet they send a mission there real quick.

captain nemo doodles

“The Sephiroth are also imagined as ten shells or casings around the innermost core of En Soph, the formless and ineffable centre of all being.

The Cabbalists called meditation on this Nothing-in-Everything, extrapolating from a verse in the Song of Solomon (6, 11), "Going down into the garden of nuts".

Shakespeare refers to this when he has Hamlet say, "O God! I could be bounded in a nut-shell, and count myself a king of infinite space".

And Joyce in Finnegans Wake:

"Mark Time's Finist Joke.

Putting Allspace in a Notshall".

Image: Sephiroth scroll, Poland, 19th century.

From “Alchemy & Mysticism” by Alexander Roob (2011).