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“I'm finding it difficult to keep my head above water in this chaos! I sense that I have moved beyond this reality. Oh yes! In the tumultuous journey of presence, we discover ourselves simultaneously lost and found, wandering through the shadows of our self-imposed turmoil and hell.”

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“- ბატონებო! თქვენ წინაშეა ჰარი ჰალერი. მას ბრალად ედება მაგიური თეატრის ბოროტად გამოყენება. როცა მან ჩვენი მშვენიერი სურათების გალერეა ეგრეთ წოდებულ სინამდვილესთან გააიგივა და გათქვიფა, ხოლო სარკეში არეკლილი გოგონა ასეთივე არეკლილი დანით სასიკვდილოდ განგმირა, ამ საქციელით მან მარტოოდენ ჩვენი მაღალი ხელოვნება როდი შეურაცხყო! იგი არაიუმორისტული გზით შეეცადა ჩვენი თეატრი თვითმკვლელობის იარაღად გამოეყენებინა! ამიტომაც სასამართლომ ჰარელს მარადიული სიცოცხლის განაჩენი გამოუტანა. შემდგომ ამისა, მას თორმეტი საათის განმავლობაში ეკრძალება ჩვენს თეატრში შემოსვლა . ამასთან ერთად, ძალაში რჩება ბრალდებულისათვის გამოტანილი ერთჯერადი დაცინვის განაჩენიც. ბატონებო! გთხოვთ, აღასრულოთ! ერთი, ორი, სამი! მესამე თვლაზე ყველა იქ მყოფი თვინიერად ახარხარდა, ეს ციური დასის სიცილი იყო , ადამიანის ყურისათვის აუტანელი, არაამქვეყნიური და შემზარავი.”

Self DiscoveryExistentialismMagical Theatre
Author:Hermann Hesse
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“So it stunned Briar silent when Köning handed her a list that had been decided on by all the vassals, debated over in a prior meeting and compiled so they agreed on her best qualities. Self-assured Thoughtful Passionate Envisions a peaceful future for the empire And the one that set her mind spinning, dazed: Fearless She looked up at the vassals. "Truly?" Köning, already shuffling through a stack of parchment for his next set of notes, half looked at her. "Which one, Your Majesty?" All of them. They saw her this way? They barely knew her. They had only seen her in passing these few weeks, had only interacted with her on the periphery. So were these attributes truly hers, or were they things her vassals hoped she could emulate? Fauna, who hovered just behind Briar's chair, placed a hand on her shoulder. "You have displayed all these traits in your time here, Rose," she whispered softly. "They honor you by recognizing what you are." She used the name that Briar's aunts had called her by. That only Briar's aunts had called her by. Briar Rose had been her full name, but Frieda had thought Briar sounded more interesting, thorny and sharp, and so Briar had acquiesced to being Briar because she had been about six and had wanted so desperately to be interesting. But she realized, hearing Fauna say Rose now, that the split of who she was had happened even earlier than she had realized. As a child, she had been Briar to some and Rose to her aunts and Briar Rose to even more--- Had there ever been a time in her life when she had simply existed? Briar sat down the paper with her best qualities, eyes blurring as she read it over, and over. Were these the traits of Briar? Or of Aurora? Which would best win empress?”

Self DiscoveryLeadership TraitsPrincess AuroraBriar Rose
Book:A Sword In Slumber
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“The soft whisper prompts you to live a life aligned with your truest essence, your divine spirit. It is an invitation to embark on an intuitive journey of self-exploration. A life-changing discovery where you can fully express your authentic self. When you welcome a fresh start. May you shine your beautiful inner light as you make a meaningful impact on the world around you.”

BalanceIntuitionSelf DiscoveryEmpoweredInner LightGut InstinctHigher WisdomInternal CompassAuthentic Self QoutesSoft Whisper
Book:Intuitive Guide: How to Trust Your Gut, Embrace Divine Signs, & Connect with Heavenly Messengers
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“I came out at 32. Married my college sweetheart. Stay-at-home mama to 2 small children. Small town preacher's daughter living in a bubble of privilege she had no idea existed. Playgroups & sippy cups & easy predictability. An eternal restless, seeking edge telling me there was something more. There was that life. It was good. Safe. Stable. Then it was gone. “How did you not know you were queer?” My kids asked me this over the years. Their life in a sex-positive, queer-friendly, liberal utopian bubble made my lack of self-awareness utterly perplexing. It is hard to know a thing when you are given no context for it. You know there is a misfit, something not entirely right. But without options beyond compulsory heterosexuality & with a deep desire for approval, one does what one sees. At least, that is what one does until one no longer can. Being queer was like holding the golden ticket to a club nobody wanted to go to. I had no idea that once I blasted down those closet doors, with their bouncers of fear & religion & internal bias, the club would be lit. The way a party can be when everyone inside finally knows what it means to come home. My queerness is a Tupperware container (thank god) that nobody will ever find a lid for. A box that cannot be closed. The reclamation of wholeness over goodness, transforming the perpetual misfit into one holy hell of a celebration. Owning my queerness was like learning the desert floor was once the bottom of the ocean, meaning the towering 200-year-old saguaro watching over me was somehow born underwater. It is the dogged insistence on coloring outside of every single line. It is the refusal to accept a singular definition that makes the word witch at me finally feel at home in the spaces where words are left behind. My queerness rests its foundation on a ground named freedom. I speak it loudly because I have the freedom to do so without fear of reprisal or harm. I claim this life of mine under the rainbow & the complexity of the history it has given me fiercely. To love a woman in a world that said I must not will never be anything but a revolution. And when I kiss her, trust me, entire galaxies are mine”

Self DiscoveryLiving AuthenticallyCompulsory HeterosexualityQueer LiberationBreaking Free From TraditionComing Out StoryLgbtq IdentityLove As RevolutionQueerness And FreedomSexuality And Self Awareness
Author:Jeanette LeBlanc
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