End of the World

It’s The End of the World

It’s the end of the world as we know it
It’s the end of the world as we know it
It’s the end of the world as we know it
And I feel fine

It’s the End of an old paradigm. The last of the four blood moons that has portended the Apocalypse by some fundamentalist Christian ministers, like John Hague, with his, Blood Moon Prophecy. I think it is high time to end that old world paradigm. Therefore today it is a Brand New World, it might not be immediately evident, in which case, go to the drawer and put on your rose colored glasses. As constant and consistent co-creators of our realities, and world, having a rosy vision is imperative.

I continue to wear rose colored glasses, in my college courses my beliefs are scoffed, and ridiculed. My Physical Anthropology Professor, (not knowing I believe) laughs at Ancient Alien theorist and calls it pseudo science, in my Lit class the thought of Utopian ideas is also thought of as ridiculous. The naysayer in me wants to agree. I am a rational person, but I must believe! I must give myself the freedom, and creative power to believe. Or, a fairy will die.

Say it with me,

I Do Believe in Fairies!

I Do!

I Do!

❤

Let’s Talk Ovid

 White Teeth Teens

So…… It’s mass essay writing time folks, and I have gathered here, as my blog friends some of the brightest, and well read minds. That’s right, you guys. (Insert big cheesy grin) No, but really I would love some feedback. I am using my ENH 251, Mythology class as an Honors class and I selected to do my Honors essay on Ovid’s, Metamorphoses. There are just so many directions one could go on this. So. . .thoughts?

The Implications on Psychology, Influence on Popular Culture, Feminist, Historical??? Any ideas, any at all?

I haven’t even finished it but just throwing it out there. He is moving onto Dante next week, so… but I am going to put my focus here, although I need Inferno too. lol Then yes… there are more essays. It’s like Essay Season.

Narcissus

   Fool, why try to catch a fleeting image, in vain? What you search for is nowhere: turning away, what you love is lost! What you perceive is the shadow of reflected form: nothing of you is in it. It comes and stays with you, and leaves with you, if you can leave! …………………………………..

He spoke, and returned madly to the same reflection, and his tears stirred the water, and the image became obscured in the rippling pool. As he saw it vanishing, he cried out ‘ Where do you fly to?  Stay, cruel one, do not abandon one who loves you! I am allowed to gaze at what I cannot touch, and so provide food for my miserable passion!’ While he weeps, he tears at the top of his clothes: then strikes his naked chest with hands of marble. His chest flushes red when they strike it, as apples are often pale in part, part red, or as grapes in their different bunches are stained with purple when they are not yet ripe.

Book 3, Ovid’s, Metamorphoses

All is well

~Namaste~

Love yall

❤

“Echo and Narcissus”

John William Waterhouse

Oh here is the link to my Academia.edu page.