The Pristine Belonging
The Story of The Pristine Belonging
The restoration of the original human blueprint begins with discovering, listening, telling, and then retelling the collective human story. The story is spoken to us in the context of devotion, brought to to us by the windswept impulse of the one-sacred-breath and can only be retold by the voices of all the lovers who have ever dared to walk deep into the chasm of devotion before us. This page is an archive, a celebration, and a call to all the rose-hearted children and this blog will serve as a pinpoint in the space time continuum in which humanity may realize and redirect the potential story by remembering and tending to the sacred flame of the beloved.
May we celebrate all the brave souls who have dared to let this impulse consume them, may we purge ourselves of everything that is not of this.
"Weave with me sister of the rose-heart-temple of splendor, all the forgotten dreams of longing, all the reassuring stories of forgiveness, and happy endings won from pursuing the threads of your inner-heart’s desire wherever they lead because these verses are here to remind you that at the center of the woven-spiral of your forgotten destiny is the the one jewel of the beloved who is calling back to you and no matter in which way love is forged, and only as long as it is forged it burns brightly on both sides of the thread and no matter how far the thread spans and over whatever forsaken territory, it always meets in a fire of the greatest splendor in the middle."
~Arkana Rose
