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nicholas chistiakov 

nicholas chistiakov 

(Source: cactuslands, via lostfoundation)

v3l3nomortale:

Rembrandt van Rijn
[Dutch Baroque Era Painter and Engraver, 1606-1669]
Vanitas Still Life (1660)

v3l3nomortale:

Rembrandt van Rijn

[Dutch Baroque Era Painter and Engraver, 1606-1669]

Vanitas Still Life (1660)

(via nuclearharvest)

I saw the black serpent, as it wound itself upward around the wood
of the cross. It crept into the body of the crucified and emerged again transformed from his mouth. It had become white. It wound itself around the head of the dead one like a diadem, and a light gleamed above his head, and the sun rose shining in the east. I stood and watched and was confused and a great weight burdened my soul. But the white bird that sat on my shoulder spoke to me “Let it rain, let the wind blow,let the waters flow and the fire burn. Let each thing have it’s development, let becoming have its day.”
Carl Jung- liber novus/the red book-' the way of the cross' (via iseesigils)

(via beelzebath)


nicholas chistiakov 

nicholas chistiakov 

(Source: cactuslands, via lostfoundation)

v3l3nomortale:

Rembrandt van Rijn
[Dutch Baroque Era Painter and Engraver, 1606-1669]
Vanitas Still Life (1660)

v3l3nomortale:

Rembrandt van Rijn

[Dutch Baroque Era Painter and Engraver, 1606-1669]

Vanitas Still Life (1660)

(via nuclearharvest)

I saw the black serpent, as it wound itself upward around the wood
of the cross. It crept into the body of the crucified and emerged again transformed from his mouth. It had become white. It wound itself around the head of the dead one like a diadem, and a light gleamed above his head, and the sun rose shining in the east. I stood and watched and was confused and a great weight burdened my soul. But the white bird that sat on my shoulder spoke to me “Let it rain, let the wind blow,let the waters flow and the fire burn. Let each thing have it’s development, let becoming have its day.”
Carl Jung- liber novus/the red book-' the way of the cross' (via iseesigils)

(via beelzebath)

(Source: doctor-hannibalism, via euo)

"I saw the black serpent, as it wound itself upward around the wood
of the cross. It crept into the body of the crucified and emerged again transformed from his mouth. It had become white. It wound itself around the head of the dead one like a diadem, and a light gleamed above his head, and the sun rose shining in the east. I stood and watched and was confused and a great weight burdened my soul. But the white bird that sat on my shoulder spoke to me “Let it rain, let the wind blow,let the waters flow and the fire burn. Let each thing have it’s development, let becoming have its day.”"

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