“We are the higher synthesis of the union of the archetypal Mother and Father. As we recognize the divinity within ourselves, we see it in each other and all around us. Through this realization, the world becomes sacred again, infused with intelligence, spirit, and a grand plan for evolutionary awakening.” WorldInspirationalSpiritMotherFatherPlansHigherSacredUnionsAwakeningRealizationDivinityMother And FatherSynthesis Author:Anodea Judith
“This human need for mysticism – surrender to an unknown truth, union – stands at the helm of all romantic feeling. It is, in essence, the same intimacy known in a mother’s arms; in those who are deprived of the experience, the need freezes and, distorted, it can rent a life. All addiction has as its foundation skewed yearning for the same transcendence. For me, the spell of the material was broken by my brother’s death; after his suicide, all I wanted was the renewal of my connection to the intangible.” NeedsHumansFeelingsWantedMotherKnownBrotherMaterialsBrokenArmsConnectionsEssenceFoundationSuicideUnionsAddictionSurrenderIntimacyMy BrotherMysticismSpellsYearningRenewalDeprivedTranscendenceFreezeIntangibleHuman NeedsHelmRomantic Feelings Author:Antonella Gambotto-Burke
“The only and absolute perfect union of two is when a baby hangs suspended in its mother's womb, like a tiny madman in a padded cell, attached to her, feeling her blood and hormones, and moods play through its body, feeling her feelings.” TwoPlayFeelingsBodyMotherPerfectBloodBabyAbsolutesUnionsTinyMoodCellsWombMadmenHormonesSuspended Book:A Natural History of Love: Author of the National Bestseller A Natural History of the Senses Source: A Natural History of Love: Author of the National Bestseller A Natural History of the Senses
“Every man that tried to destroy the Government, every man that shot at the holy flag in heaven, every man that starved our soldiers... every man that wanted to burn the negro, every one that wanted to scatter yellow fever in the North, every man that opposed human liberty, that regarded the auction-block as an altar and the howling of the bloodhound as the music of the Union, every man who wept over the corpse of slavery, that thought lashes on the naked back were a legal tender for labour performed, every one willing to rob a mother of her child - every solitary one was a Democrat.” MenHumansChildrenWarGovernmentWantedMotherHeavenLibertyHistoryWillingHolyShotsSlaveryUnionsDemocratSoldierEvery ManNakedBlockCivil WarLabourYellowFlagsSolitaryCorpsesAltarsFeverAmerican Civil WarLashesAuctionsYellow FeverBloodhounds Author:Robert Green Ingersoll