A wood nymph wakes up in her bed in the middle of a magical forest. She walks through the forest and gathers up her clothes to get dressed for the day. Model: Lenny Langley
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The Greatest Gaslighting of All Time
There is perhaps no greater case of gaslighting on a grand scale than the three Abrahamic religions, which have all convinced millions of believers, over thousands of years, that God is the ultimate personification of good, and Satan is the ultimate personification of evil.
Despite wiping out every man, woman, child (and unborn child), and every living creature in the world (except Noah, his family, and select animals) because they were all “sinful”, believers still consider Him a good, just, and loving god.
Despite banishing Adam and Eve from paradise and punishing them and all their descendants for the “sin” of disobeying God and eating a forbidden fruit that opened their eyes to the knowledge of good and evil, we still consider Him a good, just, and loving god.
Despite murdering Job’s family, killing all his animals, and ruining his life in every way just to win a bet with Satan that Job would still be loyal to Him, believers still consider Him a good, just, and loving god.
Despite creating Hell, where people spend an eternity of hopeless, unimaginable pain and suffering if they do not worship and obey God, believers still consider Him a good, just, and loving god.
There are many, many more examples like these that clearly depict a creature who is, as Richard Dawkins famously wrote, “arguably the most unpleasant character in all fiction: jealous and proud of it; a petty, unjust, unforgiving control-freak; a vindictive, bloodthirsty ethnic cleanser; a misogynistic, homophobic, racist, infanticidal, genocidal, filicidal, pestilential, megalomaniacal, sadomasochistic, capriciously malevolent bully.”
And yet, believers still consider Him a good, just, and loving god.
On the other hand, what of Satan? What did he ever do to deserve being considered as the pure embodiment of evil? Convince Eve to eat an apple that would open her eyes and bestow knowledge of good and evil upon her? Rebel against a demonstrably evil God?
Satan only killed ten people in the entire Bible (the seven sons and three daughters of Job), which God was complicit in for betting Satan that Job would remain loyal despite this tragedy).
God, on the other hand, killed the entire world when he flooded it (breaking his own commandment and a moral precept understood by every person who ever lived, whether they
were aware of the Bible or not). In addition, he destroyed the cities of Sodom and Gomorrah, including every man, woman, and child (and unborn child) who lived in there. He commanded Moses to kill every man, woman, and child (and unborn child) of enemy tribes (except the virgin girls, who could be taken as sex slaves). God killed every first=born child in Egypt as revenge against the Pharaoh. And countless others throughout the Old and New Testaments.
But God is good and Satan is evil? How does that make any sense? And yet, hundreds of millions of believers somehow do make sense of it.
Throughout recorded history, mankind has produced megalomaniacal tyrants. Totalitarian fascist dictators who use the Bible as their playbook and God as their model. They demand blind obedience no matter what. They demonize anyone who does not obey them blindly. They crush the exercise of free speech and critical thinking and questioning as blasphemy. They lie and perpetuate those lies in the face of all evidence and logic to the contrary. They use force and violence to assert their will. They allow no other gods before them; you must worship them and only them. These are the techniques and tools both of religion and fascism.
And Satan? His only real crime was defying God. Questioning God. Rebelling against God. In a fascist state, Satan is the hero to any outside witness. But to the fascist members of that state who have totally submitted their will to that of their dear leader, he is the devil. Evil incarnate.
Once you eat the forbidden fruit and open your eyes to the knowledge of good and evil, it is clear who is good and who is evil. Satan is the courageous figure who stands up to the all-powerful dictator. He deserves our admiration and support.
-W.T. Rozar
Naked sun bath dreams. From Muses in Wonderland. Models: Juliet in the Wild, Lumen Foxx, Krystal Kitten Mari
Healing Touch. Models: Jenn Michelle and Crystal Nicole
Magic afoot in the Forest at Moon Monkey Pond. Model: Starla @modeladventurer
Inferno Salutation
In twilight’s grasp, two maidens fair, Virgins pure, in whispered air.
Above the flames, a ritual dance, Salutations woven in fiery trance.
Gentle flickers, embers rise, Reflections gleam in fervent eyes.
Innocence draped in sacred shroud, They tread on ground, the unhallowed crowd.
Around the pyre, secrets untold, Mystic whispers, a tale unfolds.
A dance of spirits, shadows cast, In the smoldering fire, memories amassed.
Gowned in white, a celestial grace, They twirl and weave in sacred space.
Each step a hymn, a silent prayer, In the inferno, destiny they share.
The flames, they hunger, lapping higher, Anointing the ritual with mystical fire.
Sacrifice made on this sacred night, Two souls ablaze, their spirits take flight.
As embers ascend in the ethereal night, The virgin women merge with the light.
Consumed by flames, a transcendental pyre, They become one with the celestial choir.
In the stillness, the smoldering glow, The remnants of souls, an afterglow.
A dance immortal, in the fire’s embrace, Two virgin spirits, leaving earthly trace.
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Dancers: Jenn Michelle and Crystal Nicole
Olinka loves to play around and be tied up in the cage. For more from this set go to “Erotic” page. Model: Olinka Lickova
The Cage
In the shadowed realm of fractured thoughts, where echoes of sanity dance on the edge, there she dwells, a captive spirit, imprisoned within the labyrinth of her mind.
Her days are woven with threads of confusion, a tapestry of dreams unraveling, a kaleidoscope of memories, shattered, a mosaic of emotions, fragmented.
A solitary figure in the theater of her soul, she plays the lead in a drama untold, each scene scripted by the whims of delusion, a tragic tale spun by the loom of illusion.
Behind the bars of unseen walls, she paces through corridors of uncertainty, the echoes of her footsteps lost in the silence, a phantom in a spectral dance of despair.
The windows of her mind are stained, painted with hues of desolation, shattered panes casting fractured reflections, a distorted gallery of her own creation.
In the chambers where thoughts should flow, a dam holds back the river of reason, its waters dammed by the debris of despair, a reservoir of tears unshed.
She gazes through the bars at a world unknown, a distant realm where clarity resides, but the key to freedom eludes her grasp, lost in the recesses of a tortured psyche.
The chains that bind are made of whispers, the haunting echoes of a troubled past, and though she longs for the solace of release, the door to liberation remains locked.
A prisoner of the mind’s cruel design, she yearns for an escape from this inner cage, where the boundaries of reality blur and fade, and the bars are forged from the shadows of the self.
Nymph City. Downtown window shoppers out for a stroll on a pleasant morning in the City of Nymphs. Models: Amelie Belain, Olinka Lickova, Sophia Jade, Crystal A
Forest Fairy. The transcendent beauty of model, makeup artist, and costumer, Autumn Huse. Photographed at Muses in Wonderland. Model: Autumn Huse
We grow like snakes, shedding layers of skin that we leave behind in dried-out, lifeless husks as we get larger and larger–only these skins take on many forms in many dimensions: the cradle, the playpen, school, ignorance, fears, home, church, friends, belief systems, teams, clubs, tribes, self-image, etc.; and until we shed these once-protective, now-restrictive layers, we are confined in virtual jars that are usually transparent enough to see at least some of what is outside but prevents us from exploring all that is beyond the glass walls of whatever manifestations of super-ego we find ourselves trapped behind.
Postcard From a Forgotten Resort. Model: Sophia Jade @sophiasuccubus