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Maven stayed very still. Their chest rose and fell in uneven breaths while the pain in their arm pulsed with every heartbeat. The exposed bone glistened faintly in the dim dashboard light, and another slow drop of blood slid down the steering wheel spoke before falling onto the console. Dri
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Chapter 12 The Gathering of Goddesses
The Gathering of Goddesses The Great Web - Outside of Mortal Time The Great Weaver sat at the heart of her realm. It was the place where all threads converged, where past and future and present existed simultaneously, where the fundamental fabric of existence was visible as gossamer strands of li
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THE MAN WHO SPLIT THE UNIVERSE OPEN by Marcus He rises from the mouth of the abyss,a spark torn from the gravity of silence.Below him, the black hole swirls—a wound that remembers every swallowed star.Above, color blooms like forgiveness,a nebula unfurling its radiant breath. His body is s
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Darkness Teaching
The Darkness’s Teaching The Great Weaver shifted into her Darkness aspect, feeling the change ripple through her essence like twilight consuming day. The radiant Sun Mother faded. What emerged was ancient, withered, and inevitable. The Crone aspect was thin where the Mother had been rounded,
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Your darkness isn’t the problem. Avoiding it is 🖤
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The Girl the Darkness Would Not Devour Alessandra Graziella Di'Stefano Even the ocean would drown before it held all the tears she carried quietly beneath her ribs. She stands where roses riot at her feet, a trembling orchard of color blooming from the wreckage of her dress. The petals
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Chapter 16
The Moon’s Teaching The Great Weaver shifted fully into her Moon aspect, feeling the change ripple through her form like water responding to lunar pull. The eternal pregnancy faded. The ancient crone released. What remained was ethereal, gentle, draped in silvery light that seemed to emanate fro
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Journal: La’ Tonya 3 of 3
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Journal: Angela 2 of 3
Part 1 — The Shuttle The shuttle smelled like wet coats, coffee, and exhaustion. Outside the windows, snow slammed sideways beneath airport floodlights while Newark slowly disappeared behind waves of white. Every few seconds the tires slid softly across slush before catching pavement again, m
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Eric Peterson & TheToltec Fiasco !!
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Journal: Angela 3 of 3
Part 1 — The Mirror The shower was already running before I fully understood why. Steam crawled slowly across the bathroom mirror until my reflection started disappearing piece by piece. First my eyes. Then my mouth. Then the rest of me. That felt about right. The man standing
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The Sisterhood of ShadowsChapter 8Nephthys
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Here’s your weekly Mantra✨
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The Iron Path of the Forsaken
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The Journey
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Burning Stars
I held my breath while making my way over to the bedroom door as the scratching grew louder and more frantic. The moment I opened the door, more black smoke began to fill the room. The heat was more intense this time though. Through the smoke pouring in I spotted my dads little black cat Zayden. He
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He’s Closer Than Your Next Breath
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Where the Flame Learns to Dance Alessandra Graziella Di'Stefano She rises from the wick of her own endurance not smoke, not ash, but something braver. A body remembered by light. A spine taught early how to arch toward hope even when the night pressed close, even when the forest held
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Book overview 🌶️ Escaped Inmate 🌶️ Morally Black-ish Alpha Male 🌶️ Strong Female Lead 🌶️ 43 Trigger Warnings 🌶️ Dominance by any means 🌶️ Forced Proximity 🌶️ FMC-32 MMC-34 Robin AKA Birdie "Kneel," he hissed, the word raw, animalistic, a command that left no room for rejection.
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Chapter 6; Cold Measures (Part 2)
The SUV shivered faintly with every uneven groan of metal.. Maven’s freed arm throbbed, hot pain radiating up through the shoulder, down to their fingertips. Sweat ran into the blood crusting their skin, chilling immediately against the night air that leaked through the cracked doors and shatt
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Losing My Mom: A Journey Through Grief and Healing
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The Pastor & The Prayer …. Part 2
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The First Guardian
February 4000 BCE The vibration sang through the Web like nothing the Great Weaver had felt in millennia. She sat at the center of her court, radiant and terrible in her Mother aspect—belly swollen with the eternal pregnancy of creation, arms stretched wide as if embracing the cosmos itself.
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TOLTEC RÙMAGE
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Episode 29: The Birth
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" The Ledger of the Shut Down Heart "
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Chapter 7; On the Road
The ditch bit at Maven’s ankles as they pushed against the frozen, uneven ground.. Cold mud clung to the cuffs of their jeans, clumped into tufts of grass and dead leaves.. Each step up the shallow slope was a negotiation between exhaustion, pain, and gravity. Their injured arm throbbed
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ᎤᎵᎮᎵᏍᏗ — the breath of the divine moving soft through the ribs, rising like
ᎤᎵᎮᎵᏍᏗ — the breath of the divine moving soft through the ribs, rising like first‑light mist over the mountains. ᎤᏃᎴ ᎤᎵᎮᎵᏍᏗ — the holy inhale that steadies the spirit, clears the path, and reminds the heart that it was shaped by something greater than fear. Today I walk in that breath. Today I l
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🔥🌙🪶ᎤᏲᎢ ᎤᏴᏜ — the night breath settles around the campfire,soft as cedar smoke
🔥🌙🪶 ᎤᏲᎢ ᎤᏴᏜ — the night breath settles around the campfire, soft as cedar smoke drifting through memory. The flames sway like old stories, whispering ᎤᏃᎴ ᎤᏁᎬ (peace and rest) over my spirit. I sit in the glow, unhurried, letting the crackle of wood loosen the day from my shoulders. ᎤᏃᎴ ᎤᏴᏫ (
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The Forest Didn’t Ask. It Just Held.
Some sanctuary isn’t stylized. It’s held. Pink hair. Black boots. One horse. Full presence. The forest didn’t ask for performance. It just showed up. https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTre9Latd/ #Group7Sanctuary #WinterPresence #EmotionalBreath #NoPerformanceJustPresence #PinkHairBlackBoo
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EP 6 PT 1 | Dad's Here 😒
The Hall of Pristine Harmony blazed with lantern light. Rows of red pillars carved with dragons soared into darkness overhead, each one wrapped in silk banners proclaiming prosperity and filial piety. Incense thickened the air, heavy and cloying. I kept my breathing shallow, controlled.
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Growing up Strange
The Great Weaver's Hall - Outside of Mortal Time The Great Weaver sat at the center of her Web, one hand resting on the egg sac that called itself Steve, the other reaching toward the thread that connected to a small marked child in the Nile Delta. Myria's Substack is a reader-support
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Dr. Killington … Part 1
The office smelled faintly of peppermint and lavender, a strange mix that clung to the air like a memory. Soft jazz floated through hidden speakers while the receptionist’s smile never wavered. “Dr. Cole will see you now,” she said, her tone calm and almost melodic. Emily rose from the chair,
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I can't let him go.....help
I'm 19. Here's a little short story of me and his story it's called: A Love That Felt Like Forever
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It started with a random add on Snapchat on April 1st—a moment that would unknowingly alter two lives forever. Tokyo (not his real name) and I met with the kind of ea
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Without severe storms...
Without severe storms, sunny days would not shine so brightly. Putting things into perspective is hard when yours is limited. It’s harder to be grateful, to see opportunity, and to have compassion. While it’s easy to enjoy the warmth and light of sunny days, repetition puts us at risk for not
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