"In the very earliest time,
when both people and animals lived on earth,
a person could become an animal if he wanted to and
an animal could become a human being.
Sometimes they were people
and sometimes animals
and there was no difference.
All spoke the same language.
That was the time when words were like magic.
The human mind had mysterious powers.
A word spoken by chance
might have strange consequences.
It would suddenly come alive
and what people wanted to happen could happen—
all you had to do was say it.
Nobody could explain this:
That’s the way it was.”
—Translated from the Inuit by Edward Field.
Thracian sanctuary the Womb Cave (aka “Cave Vulva”) dated XI-X century BC is located near village of Nenkovo, Kardjali region, Bualgaria. It was discovered in 2001. The temple is shaped like the opening to a vagina. It leads into a cave deep about 22 m. and wide 2.5 m. A human hand shaped it into a place of conception constantly washed by water seeping through the walls.
At the deep far end of the cave, a carved altar (1.3 in height) symbolises the womb itself.
At midday as the sun approaches its highest point in the sky, its light seeps into the cave through a special opening in the ceiling and projects a perfectly recognisable representation of a phallus onto the floor. As the sun progresses further, and the light slants across the interior of the cave, the phallus grows longer, reaching out to the womb altar. In the end of February or the beginning of March, when the sun is lowest on the horizon, the phallus becomes long enough to reach the altar and symbolically fecundate the womb.
(Source: sexdeathpsychedelics, via spiralserpent)
These are Naga head trophies. The Naga are term referring to a conglomeration of ethnicities and tribes indigenous to north-eastern India and north-western Burma. In older times, before the intrusion of more modern values and ideas, they practiced headhunting and saw the skulls of enemies as trophies, carrying significance and status. They embellished the skulls into intricate pieces of art, as seen in these photographies.
"You are ready now, to accept your undoing. You are ready to become a stem cell again. Formless. Helpless. You might become anything: a liver, a heart, a uterine lining. A star, a queen, a priestess. You’ve lost your will. You await instruction from the vast dark womb of the Mother."
"Everything changes when you start to emit your own frequency rather than absorbing the frequencies around you, when you start imprinting your intent on the universe rather than receiving an imprint from existence."