I saw D4vd perform 'Romantic Homicide' on Jimmy Kimmel Live... Maybe it's just me, but I found This Song 2 B Very Dark, in spite of the 'pretty' melody. I have been watching advertisers feature more Classic Sounds in commercials & questioned The Agenda; is this an effort 2 brighten up 2day's Sound? This song tells me that there's a darker agenda. WHY would a Song Writer write about homicide, & put it 2 a lullaby? I think that this is Pure Evil! Using a Black Artist 2 deliver This Message just shows how far White Supremacy will go 2 plant Poison Pills into Our Community.
I RELAX INTO UNREASONABLE KNOWING —Apprenticeship to Love: Daily Meditation, Inspirations, and Practices for the Sacred Masculine, October 6 • The feminine will not abide my distraction, my words, my thoughtless thoughts. My Siren. My Chinnamasta. She loosens me from the dry prison house of my mind, and I am freed to know Her dark underworld. … • For more of today’s #apprenticeshiptolove chapter please sign up as one of the #first1000earlyreaders on Substack. Or email me at [email protected] and I’ll set that up for you. ✨ ✨ ✨ #pathofthesacredmasculine #husbandman #authenticrelationships #love #nervoussystem #devotion #surrender #choosevulnerability #siren #sirensong #nervoussystemtraining #patience #masculine #menshealth #chinnamasta #darkfeminine https://www.instagram.com/p/CjYRW7yOAFr/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
Listen to mother nature's current call. The season will be changing soon so enjoy the last of the one your currently in. Listen to the breeze in the trees, the birds glide overhead. The sun moves across the sky; days are shortening as the nights are sparkling.
In a world where the essence of beauty is celebrated and revered, there exists a rare phenomenon known as the "Golden Voices." These ethereal beings, with hair as luminous as spun gold, possess an otherworldly charm that captivates all who have the privilege of hearing them sing.
As the sun sets and shadows dance, these voices congregate in a mysterious gathering, their melodic tones blending seamlessly with the flickering light. Each note they utter is like a whispered secret, a tantalizing invitation to come closer and bask in the radiance of their enchanting melodies.
There is a sense of ceremony in their movements, a blend of spontaneity and ritual that is both mesmerizing and intoxicating. As they twirl and dance under the velvet sky, their golden hair glinting in the faint moonlight, it is as if they are channeling ancient forces, tapping into a power that transcends time and space.
But beneath the allure of their heavenly voices lies a hint of melancholy, a sense of unfulfilled promises and untold stories. As they glide across the night, their feet tracing intricate patterns on the grass, a lingering question hangs in the air - will they ever leave this enchanted realm and return to the cold embrace of reality?
The music that surrounds them is like a siren's call, beckoning them deeper into the shadows, tempting them to forsake the constraints of the mundane world. But even as they revel in the beauty of the night, there is a nagging reminder of the stone left unturned, of the promises left unfulfilled.
And so, the Golden Voices continue to sing, their celestial harmonies resonating through the darkness, their golden hair shimmering like a beacon of light. They are the keepers of a timeless beauty, the guardians of a sacred tradition, and as long as their voices ring out in the night, the world will be forever enchanted by their golden allure.