And Time Stood Still In That Very Moment

And time stood still in that very moment 😳

Another headcanon of mine in which in the midst of the busy streets in the slums of Midgar, Aerith who was busy selling flowers was fascinated by the strong yet familiar presence of the "Nameless Soldier" who was passing by.

How funny it is to think that these two beings have almost crossed paths countless of times - only to be clouded by the fact that they do not 'recognize' each other.

Maybe if there eyes would meet, the sense of familiarity will bring back pastlife memories like deja vu. Its almost like I've known you before but I cannot pinpoint where and how.

Its mysterious and thrilling at the same time!

And all that was left during that fateful encounter was the image of his long silver locks gracefully draped at his back.

She doesn't realize that the image of him burned in the deep cravesses of her mind.

And the Planet sang a vague song on that same day.

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As we are sitting here on this beautiful bed of flowers;

underneath the multitude of shooting stars raining down from the expanse of the heavens,

Surrounded by the flickering lights of fireflies,

we come together and found the Divine within us all! ✨

The Universe is the sole witness of this Heavenly Love we have found 💖

And so I Love You 🥰🌻

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This beautiful artwork reminds me of Mother Nature's loving embrace for Earth. How she delicately holds Gaia in her arms and pour all her motherly love into it. But everything has its limits, especially in this 3 dimensional reality where we are bounded by physicality. And with our human doings that ended up hurting her, Gaia's protective shell made from Mother Nature's Love finally breaks apart. This calls for planetary work of healing and restoring Gaia.

For we are creators, we also have the capability to do lightwork for Divine Love and healing to restore Gaia back to wellness. And through this, we are being Love which is the Divine's manifestation here on Earth.

For nothing is gentler than Mother Nature.

I am for Mother Nature and for Gaia. 🌱🌎💖

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The Misadventures of Baby Genesis Part 1 😜😅

My headcanon of Baby Genesis pleading to Angeal which unfortunately is his guardian, to read him Loveless.

Angeal is very busy doing household chores alone, not to mention all the crap Genesis left without aftercare.

Loveless is baby Gen's all-time favorite book.

He found it in his parents large, old library while he was sneaking in without any supervision (damn, he's a crafty kid 😅).

Who wouldn't be annoyed with a VERY SPOILED only child in the Banoran Manor owned by his very wealthy parents?

Baby Genesis will always do anything to get what he wants but thanks to Angeal, his new guardian, his spoiledness is minimized .

He would end up getting hit by Angeal whenever he misbehaves (only when Angeal runs out of patience, of course!).

Angeal enjoys staying in the Banoran Mansion, not because of its luxury but its vast garden and orchard filled with diverse flora .

He never hides the fact that he is a BIG PLANT DADDY. 🌱🌷😍🤭

More headcanons to come! 😉

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And so I surround myself with the serene presence of Mother Nature for it is she who is my greatest confidant about my feelings, misadventures and love. Her loving presence reminds me of the gentle and loving embrace of a Lover to their Beloved.

The trees are the only witnesses and the wind - the only one that carries my deepest sentiments from the heart. They carry all that I have said and kept what is secret for the forest takes inventory of my life.

Not only are they beautiful quiet listeners, they perfectly understood the stirrings in my chest. Neither they condemn nor rebuke my doings for the forest knows me too well. I am forever grateful to Mother Nature for her great patience, understanding, nurture and most of all Love for all beings.

And that I deeply respect and love her.

Her magnificent creations are incomparable and it is sad to see men taking her loving generosity for granted. But there are still those beautiful souls who have heard her cry and answered it with their Divine expression of Love to heal her again. For no act is too small.

I am always Mother Nature's offspring and it is my soul's yearning to bring forth her magnificence, beauty and harmony once again.

And that is my Love for her. 🌻💞✨🌱

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Thoth’s Prophecy (Hermes/Mercury)

This is an ancient translation from a 4500 year old Hermetic Text thought to be written by Thoth, the Egyptian equivalent of Hermes and Mercury. They are all the same deity, just with different names that different cultures called them. I feel this poem is relevant.

“Do you not know, Asclepius, that Egypt is an image of heaven, or, to speak more exactly, in Egypt all the operations of the powers which rule and work in heaven are present in the earth below?

In fact, it should be said that the whole Cosmos dwells in this our land as in its sanctuary. And yet, since it is fitting that wise men should have knowledge of all events before they come to pass, you must not be left in ignorance of what I will now tell you: there will come a time when it will have been in vain that Egyptians have honoured the God head with heartfelt piety and service; and all our holy worship will be fruitless and ineffectual. The gods will return from earth to heaven.

Egypt will be forsaken, and the land which was once the home of religion will be left desolate, bereft of the presence of its deities.

O Egypt, Egypt, of thy religion nothing will remain but an empty tale, which thine own children in time to come will not believe; nothing will be left but graven words, and only the stones will tell of thy piety. And in that day men will be weary of life, and they will cease to think the universe worthy of reverent wonder and of worship. They will no longer love this world around us, this incomparable work of God, this glorious structure which he has built, this sum of good made up of many diverse forms, this instrument whereby the will of God operates in that which be has made, ungrudgingly favoring man’s welfare, this combination and accumulation of all the manifold things that call forth the veneration, praise, and love of the beholder.

Darkness will be preferred to light, and death will be thought more profitable than life; no one will raise his eyes to heaven; the pious will be deemed insane, and the impious wise; the madman will be thought a brave man, and the wicked will be esteemed as good. As for the soul, and the belief that it is immortal by nature, or may hope to attain to immortality, as I have taught you, all this they will mock and will even persuade themselves that it is false. No word of reverence or piety, no utterance worthy of heaven will be heard or believed.

And so, the gods will depart from mankind, a grievous thing!, and only evil angels will remain, who will mingle with men, and drive the poor wretches into all manner of reckless crime, into wars, and robberies, and frauds, and all things hostile to the nature of the soul. Then the earth will tremble and the sea will bear no ships; heaven will not support the stars in their orbits, all voices of the gods will be forced into silenced; the fruits of the earth will rot; the soil will turn barren, and the very air will sicken with sullen stagnation. All things will be disordered and awry; all good will disappear.

But when all this has befallen, Asclepius, then God the creator of all things, will look on that which has come to pass, and will stop the disorder by the counter force of his will, which is the good. He will call back to the right path those who have gone astray; he will cleanse the world of evil, washing it away with floods, burning it out with fiercest fire, and expelling it by war and pestilence. And thus he will bring back his world to its former aspect, so that the Cosmos will once more be deemed worthy of worship and wondering reverence, and God, the maker and maintainer of the mighty fabric, will be adored by the men of that day with continuous songs of praise and blessing.

Such is the new birth of the Cosmos; it is a making again of all things good, a holy and awe-inspiring restoration of all nature; and it is wrought inside the process of time by the eternal will of the creator.”

It is time for us to wake up to our ancient past.