#ang

After death, you go on a very long way, that is going up. As you go, little by little, your features change. Your nose and ears retract in the flesh of your face like the little legs of a shellfish. Your fingers retract in your palm, your hands rebsorb in your shoulders. The same, your feet retract to your hips and you don’t walk anymore, you just float along a red brick wall, on which you leave your shadow like a streched disk. You are so round, that you become translucent and begin to see on all sides at once. While we are alive, we see through a postal box, but after death, we see around, with all our skin. Floating and looking at the the brick wall closer and closer, we get to a round place. There, in the middle, there is a cell, for we are in a mother’s womb. We enter the cell, and as the stages of our birth take place, we can see through the eyes of all beings, of the flea, of the rabbit, of the cat, the dog, the monkey, the man.. and with a little bit of luck, we can see through the eyes of the wonderful beings that follow the human being. A dead man is now looking at you through my eyes. ↗

— Mircea Cărtărescu

#change

Change will never happen when people lack the ability and courage to see themselves for who they are. ↗

— Bryant H. McGill

#ability #courage #happen #lack #never

MUSHAKABVU, I may be in a tough spot, but I am more worried about you. I have never experienced anything close to a sense of kinship with any of my clients, let alone those I have never met. However, the world you sent me to investigate has inspired a selfless concern that is uncommon between strangers. I hope you are just a curious, distant observer in the affairs I have been probing ... But something tells me this hope was frustrated long before our acquaintance. ↗

— Taona Dumisani Chiveneko

#flame-lily #great-zimbabwe #hangman #mystrey #parnormal

The ultimate language of yoga is expressed in doing yoga, a practice that transcends words as we open our lives to living more consciously through the infinite wisdom of the heart. ↗

— Mark Stephens

#inspirational #language #yoga #inspirational

And those hard slovos, brothers, were like the beginning of my freedom. ↗

— Anthony Burgess

#burgess #clockwork-orange #inspirational #freedom

Any time a stipulation on love is present, unconditional love is not. ↗

— Molly Friedenfeld

#inspiration #inspirational-quotes #joy #life-purpose #peace

It is through love that the door to Heaven is opened on earth. ↗

— Molly Friedenfeld

#earth #heaven #heaven-on-earth #honor #inspiration

Angels walk among us, Sometimes the only thing we may not see are the wings upon their backs. ↗

— Molly Friedenfeld

#inspiration #inspirational-quotes #walking #wings #inspirational

In the beginning was the word, and primitive societies venerated poets second only to their leaders. A poet had the power to name and so to control; he was, literally, the living memory of a group or tribe who would perpetuate their history in song; his inspiration was god given and he was in effect a medium. ↗

— Kevin Crossley-Holland

#language #poet #poetry #spoken #word

Everything good or true that the angels inspire in us is God’s, so God is constantly talking to us. He talks very differently, though, to one person than to another. ↗

— Emanuel Swedenborg

#god #heaven #inspiration #swedenborg #truth