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Johann Daniel Mylius - Philosopher’s Stone, “Opus Medico-Chymicum”, 1618. At the center of the Alchemist’s quest was the legendary Philosopher’s Stone, a magical piece of the perfect Gold, which could immediately Transform any substance it touched into Gold as pure as its own Nature. The Emerald Tablets of the great Hermes Trismegistus spoke of such a marvelous catalyst, and ever since that Secret Knowledge had been made known to certain individuals, the Philosopher’s Stone had become the Symbol of the Alchemical pursuit. Some alchemists believed that the Stone was somehow hatched like a chick from an egg if one could only find the proper ingredients with which to create the Substance of the shell and the “yolk.” Others believed that the Philosopher’s Stone, that most marvelous of all catalysts, oozed somehow out of the Moon or from one of the Stars and fell to Earth where it solidified into the Magical Stone of Transformation. it becomes clear that the Philosopher’s Stone wasn’t really a Stone at all. Sometimes the Catalyst of Transmutation is described as a Divine Child, an Angel, a Dragon, an Elixir, a Tincture, or an as-yet unknown Chemical Compound. Many alchemists began to consider that somehow the Philosopher’s Stone was not a thing at all, but a System of Knowledge. Once the Alchemist truly perceived the Reality that lay behind the Symbols, he would achieve an Intellectual and Spiritual level wherein he would become one with the Power that existed within the Mysterious Goal for which he searched so long. Once he understood what the Philosopher’ Stone represented, he would have found it at last - and he would have become one with it. Many scholars have since insisted that the true Alchemists sought not to turn base metals into Gold, but to Transform the dense material of their Physical bodies into a Spiritually evolved Immaterial Entity. In this perspective, the Philosopher’s Stone becomes the Holy Spirit that Mystically Transmutes humans into True Manifestations of God on Earth.

actually i'm anti aesthetic. actually i don't believe in living my life according to the mandate of the same 500 pinterest images. actually i think my life has some meaning, some shades of color to it, outside of a set of rules and stereotypes that are presented to me in a tidy little package. actually, maybe i'm the ugly color gradient and that means there is nuance to the way i live. actually, i don't want to JUST be a witch, or a clean girl, or a mythic bitch, or the feminine mystique, or a coastal grandmother, or a cottagecore lover of women, or punk, or rock, or death metal, or goth. actually being a girl hasn't been anything like what's been shown to me -- and so i will be a girl on my own terms. actually i think being a girl has been nothing like the movies or the moodboards. actually FUCK your moodboards and your makeup too. actually i'm nothingandeverythingcore. actually im alive im alive im alive and that requires no aestheticization. it requires no sanitization of existence. actually life is most beautiful when it is diverse. actually i will try everything and know everything and nothing will stop me; my life will be varied and beautiful and messy and chaotic and occasionally organized and exactly the way it ought to be, you FUCKERS.

Don't ask me for relationship advice cause I'll tell you to kill him

Divine

i believe as a woman you can be both beautiful and ambitious. notice the men people saying any different always want something from you eventually, and that’s usually for you to surrender the unique colors of your soul.

Rene Magritte, Memoirs of a Saint, 1970 /// Twin Peaks, 1991

Rene Magritte, La Belle de Nuit, 1940 /// Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me, 1992

Rene Magritte, The Pleasure Principle, 1937 /// Twin Peaks: The Return, 2017

Rene Magritte, The False Mirror, 1929 /// Twin Peaks, 1990

Rene Magritte, Image Not to Be Reproduced, 1937 /// Twin Peaks, 1991