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Hi!

I have made some changes to my sidebar syndications.

I have not found any new material for Fuck Yeah Generation X lately, which I'm sorry for, because it seems like a lot of people are interested in it. So right now I am syndicating The Magic Circle, which is my spirituality journal. This is partly to encourage me to write spiritual thoughts there instead of here, and keep it all on track. I tend to not write there.

Do I have anything else to say here? I don't think I do.

Oh, I read about a new kind of water spirit. This is relevant of course.

The rusalka. I was absolutely captivated by these readings and they've been in my thoughts much this week. I think there is much wisdom in words about women idealizing these water maidens as what women once might have been, or could be. The mermaids are our kindred. This becomes a deep truth when I realize that deep within us lies both the male and female entity. I am not talking about the surface ideas of men and women, I mean within the soul, which is neither male nor female. I think both men and women are drawn to these archetypes because within them lies truth.

I think the blog and site in general zeluna.net is exceptional.

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