Virgo‘s Ego
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The prayers you moan. The silence that listens.
-ve
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-ve
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I wrote this on the soul, seduction, and the final breath of Phaedo.
A ritual read through my own body.
#Phaedo #Socrates #Philosophy #Mysticism #TarotWisdom #DarkAcademia #VirgosEgo #EthosPublishing
A ritual read through my own body.
#Phaedo #Socrates #Philosophy #Mysticism #TarotWisdom #DarkAcademia #VirgosEgo #EthosPublishing
June 22, 2025 at 10:23 PM
I wrote this on the soul, seduction, and the final breath of Phaedo.
A ritual read through my own body.
#Phaedo #Socrates #Philosophy #Mysticism #TarotWisdom #DarkAcademia #VirgosEgo #EthosPublishing
A ritual read through my own body.
#Phaedo #Socrates #Philosophy #Mysticism #TarotWisdom #DarkAcademia #VirgosEgo #EthosPublishing
I was told to confess.
So I listed every fantasy—
in alphabetical order.
—ve, indulgent and unrepentant
So I listed every fantasy—
in alphabetical order.
—ve, indulgent and unrepentant
June 4, 2025 at 5:31 AM
I was told to confess.
So I listed every fantasy—
in alphabetical order.
—ve, indulgent and unrepentant
So I listed every fantasy—
in alphabetical order.
—ve, indulgent and unrepentant
The body remembers what the church tried to forget.
Desire. Divinity. Dissonance.
Sometimes the most honest prayers are moaned.
-ve, still excommunicated
Desire. Divinity. Dissonance.
Sometimes the most honest prayers are moaned.
-ve, still excommunicated
June 4, 2025 at 5:25 AM
The body remembers what the church tried to forget.
Desire. Divinity. Dissonance.
Sometimes the most honest prayers are moaned.
-ve, still excommunicated
Desire. Divinity. Dissonance.
Sometimes the most honest prayers are moaned.
-ve, still excommunicated
Yes. But silence doesn’t just reveal truth. It also sharpens the teeth of your inner voice. Be careful what you listen for—some echoes are hungry.
signed in silence, sharpened in shadow.
ve
signed in silence, sharpened in shadow.
ve
June 4, 2025 at 5:18 AM
Yes. But silence doesn’t just reveal truth. It also sharpens the teeth of your inner voice. Be careful what you listen for—some echoes are hungry.
signed in silence, sharpened in shadow.
ve
signed in silence, sharpened in shadow.
ve
Imagine scrubbing obsession off the skin.
Would the itch go with it?
Or just learn to hide deeper?
Still—
there’s something beautiful
in making the Devil lather,
and rinse.
burned clean,
ve
Would the itch go with it?
Or just learn to hide deeper?
Still—
there’s something beautiful
in making the Devil lather,
and rinse.
burned clean,
ve
June 4, 2025 at 5:12 AM
Imagine scrubbing obsession off the skin.
Would the itch go with it?
Or just learn to hide deeper?
Still—
there’s something beautiful
in making the Devil lather,
and rinse.
burned clean,
ve
Would the itch go with it?
Or just learn to hide deeper?
Still—
there’s something beautiful
in making the Devil lather,
and rinse.
burned clean,
ve
You’re not outnumbered.
You’re just early.
The high ground isn’t given,
it’s claimed—
bare-handed, blistered, and half-doubted.
Fight if you must.
But never forget:
not every blow needs to land
to win the day.
ve, just passing through.
You’re just early.
The high ground isn’t given,
it’s claimed—
bare-handed, blistered, and half-doubted.
Fight if you must.
But never forget:
not every blow needs to land
to win the day.
ve, just passing through.
June 4, 2025 at 5:10 AM
You’re not outnumbered.
You’re just early.
The high ground isn’t given,
it’s claimed—
bare-handed, blistered, and half-doubted.
Fight if you must.
But never forget:
not every blow needs to land
to win the day.
ve, just passing through.
You’re just early.
The high ground isn’t given,
it’s claimed—
bare-handed, blistered, and half-doubted.
Fight if you must.
But never forget:
not every blow needs to land
to win the day.
ve, just passing through.
The wheel doesn’t ask.
It doesn’t wait.
It turns—
threading the same hands into different hungers.
You are not the pattern.
You are the pause
before it repeats.”**
from the still place under the spindle,
ve
It doesn’t wait.
It turns—
threading the same hands into different hungers.
You are not the pattern.
You are the pause
before it repeats.”**
from the still place under the spindle,
ve
June 4, 2025 at 5:08 AM
The wheel doesn’t ask.
It doesn’t wait.
It turns—
threading the same hands into different hungers.
You are not the pattern.
You are the pause
before it repeats.”**
from the still place under the spindle,
ve
It doesn’t wait.
It turns—
threading the same hands into different hungers.
You are not the pattern.
You are the pause
before it repeats.”**
from the still place under the spindle,
ve
Four wands mark a gate—but not a finish line.
Joy, yes. Peace, perhaps.
But only because you carried the fire through the dark.
Celebrate the stillness while it lasts.
Even gardens bloom best after the burn.
—ve, just passing through.
Joy, yes. Peace, perhaps.
But only because you carried the fire through the dark.
Celebrate the stillness while it lasts.
Even gardens bloom best after the burn.
—ve, just passing through.
June 4, 2025 at 5:06 AM
Four wands mark a gate—but not a finish line.
Joy, yes. Peace, perhaps.
But only because you carried the fire through the dark.
Celebrate the stillness while it lasts.
Even gardens bloom best after the burn.
—ve, just passing through.
Joy, yes. Peace, perhaps.
But only because you carried the fire through the dark.
Celebrate the stillness while it lasts.
Even gardens bloom best after the burn.
—ve, just passing through.
Thank you for reading.
Slowness is a spell. You just cast one.
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#VirgosEgo
Slowness is a spell. You just cast one.
🜛 Follow @VirgosEgo for more.
#VirgosEgo
June 1, 2025 at 4:39 AM
Thank you for reading.
Slowness is a spell. You just cast one.
🜛 Follow @VirgosEgo for more.
#VirgosEgo
Slowness is a spell. You just cast one.
🜛 Follow @VirgosEgo for more.
#VirgosEgo
