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It must not be thought, however, that in pagan Ireland Fairyland was altogether conceived as a Hades or place of the dead. We have already seen that in some of its types and aspects it was inherently nothing of the sort; as when, for example, it came to be confused with the Land of the Gods. In all likelihood these separate paradises and deadlands of a nature so various were the result of the stratified beliefs of successive races dwelling in the same region. A conquering race would scarcely credit that its heroes would, after death, betake themselves to the deadland of the beaten and enslaved aborigines. The gods of vanquished races might be conceived as presiding over spheres of the dead for which their victors would have nothing but contempt, and which, because of that very contempt, might come to be conceived as hells or places of a debased and grovelling kind, pestiferous regions which only the spirits of despised "natives" or the undesirable might inhabit. ↗
Within the deepest, darkest wells of your heart-your very soul-you will find all that is true within. You will find your greatest love, compassion, empathy-You will find the pain of your agony, cruelty, prejudice, sanity, insanity-You will find the empty and the void, the missing pieces of your being. The strongest of man, the wisest-will know and endure diving within those deepest of wells-will sink and as one takes the long journey down into the depths, will gaze upon all of what makes one ONE. There will be struggle-there will be more pain, but to understand, one must drown. In drowning one will die-But once death has taken its toll on one, one shall rise again to the surface-reborn. In that, air can be once again be the essence of the heart-and true peace will finally surround the completed soul. ↗
Every second I spend waiting, Drags me closer to this grave. I'm not alone. No, I'm just on my own. ↗
#don-t-confess #grave #i-m-just-on-my-own #i-m-not-alone #if-it-was-you
People don’t always value life, even their own, as much as they should. ↗
#life-and-death #life-and-living #life-lessons #people #death
She breathes music. Lives it and bleeds it. Her headphones have become her heartbeat. Her lyrics are her life. Music is her outlet of pain, love, and rage. Every note unplayed is another minute unlived. Every song unsung is another moment lost forever. She relies on music to show her the way, make fantasies real and to ease the pain of everyday life. Each day is another chance to create pure artistry. Music is the reason she is who she is...the good and the bad. Her life without it is like a bird without wings or lungs with out air. Life is for the living. Death is for the dead. Her life is her music. Her death will be the note unsaid. ↗
