Jenn Michelle and Crystal Nicole frolic in Moon Monkey Forest on a beautiful summer day.
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Fundamentals of Knowing. Models: Crystal, Amelie Belain
Fundamentals of Knowing
In the vast expanse of existence, we journey through realms of knowing and feeling, where truth and beauty intertwine, and understanding resides at the core level of meaning.
To know is to grasp the essence, to unravel the mysteries that cloak reality in veils of uncertainty. Yet, knowing alone is but a fragment of the whole, for it is in feeling that we truly comprehend the depths of existence. Feeling transcends the boundaries of logic, plunging us into the ocean of emotions where the currents of passion and empathy flow.
Truth, like a beacon in the night, guides our path through the labyrinth of life. It is the unwavering light that illuminates the darkness, revealing the contours of reality with unwavering clarity. Yet, truth is not always what it seems, for beauty often lies in the eye of the beholder, casting a veil of subjectivity over the objective world.
In the symphony of existence, understanding resonates as the melody that binds all things together. It is the harmonious chord that unites knowing and feeling, weaving a tapestry of meaning that transcends the limitations of language and perception. At the core level of understanding, we find the essence of our being, the pulsating rhythm of life that beats within us all.
Love, like a wildfire, consumes the soul with its fierce intensity, engulfing us in its warmth and light. To feel love deeply is to surrender to its transformative power, to be swept away on the currents of passion and desire. Yet, love is also a delicate flower, vulnerable to the harsh winds of indifference and neglect.
And then there is the absence of feeling, the void that echoes with silence and emptiness. To not feel at all is to wander through the desert of existence, thirsting for the nourishment that only emotion can provide. It is a cold and barren landscape, where even the stars seem to have lost their sparkle.
In the tapestry of life, knowing and feeling, truth and beauty, understanding and love intertwine, each thread weaving its own unique pattern into the fabric of existence. And though we may stumble along the way, lost in the labyrinth of our own emotions, we are always guided by the light of truth and the warmth of love, leading us ever closer to the core of meaning.
Two female warriors relaxing. Models: Lareina Tay, Jenn Michelle
Remember the episode of Father Knows Best where the Anderson family hosted the foreign exchange student who was a practicing nudist? No? Well, now you have that memory. Model: Lareina Tay
French Parlor Noir. Model: Kay Ace
In a French parlor boudoir, where whispers waltz, Kay reclines on a chaise lounge, a dreamer’s vault. Silken shadows play on walls adorned with tales, As her mind pirouettes through ephemeral trails.
Lace curtains breathe in the evening’s mystique, Softly rustling secrets, the room’s mystique. Candles flicker, casting a warm amber glow, Igniting fantasies that only she can know.
A vintage mirror reflects her wistful gaze, Eyes painted with the hues of twilight’s haze. In the tapestry of time, she weaves her desire, A silent symphony, stoked by passion’s fire.
The scent of lavender lingers in the air, A fragrant sonnet, a romantic affair. Kay’s thoughts drift like petals on a breeze, Dancing with whimsy, lost in reverie.
Her fingers trace patterns on the plush fabric, A tactile sonnet, a touch of the graphic. In this sanctuary of longing and grace, She paints her dreams in an intimate space.
French whispers caress her wandering mind, Verses of love in a language refined. The chaise cradles her in an embrace so tender, As she surrenders to fantasies, wild and slender.
Oh, the tales she conjures in this private cocoon, In the parlor boudoir, where dreams softly swoon. Kay, the poet of her own clandestine lore, In the symphony of silence, she yearns for more.
Magic afoot in the Forest at Moon Monkey Pond. Model: Starla @modeladventurer
Two Nude Girls Holding Hands. Sometimes simple is best. Models: Jenn Michelle @jenn__michellle , Crystal Nichole @taurusbbbyy
Road Wraiths
On a moonless night, beneath a canopy of twisted branches, we found ourselves on a desolate road that snaked through the heart of an ancient forest. The air grew heavy with an eerie silence as our car’s headlights cut through the oppressive darkness.
As we ventured further into the lonely abyss, shadows danced on the periphery of our vision. Pale, ethereal figures emerged from the trees, their ghostly forms bathed in an otherworldly glow. Their beauty was haunting, a spectral allure that seemed to transcend the boundaries between the living and the dead.
The women, with flowing hair and eyes that glowed like forgotten stars, lined the sides of the road. Their spectral hands reached out, fingers beckoning with an irresistible pull. Mesmerized, we couldn’t resist the allure, as if the very essence of the night compelled us to follow.
The engine hummed, and the tires whispered against the asphalt as we succumbed to the enchantment. The forest enveloped us in an inky blackness, the trees closing in like sinister sentinels. A haunting melody echoed through the air, a mournful symphony that seemed to emanate from the very depths of the woods.
As we delved deeper, the apparitions’ once-beautiful faces contorted into twisted masks of malevolence. The air turned frigid, and the seductive whispers became chilling warnings. Panic set in as we realized we had been ensnared by a spectral trap, lured into the heart of a forbidding realm.
With each passing moment, the road seemed to stretch infinitely into the inky unknown, and the apparitions’ taunting laughter echoed through the desolation. It became clear that our journey had taken an ominous turn, and escape from the grasp of these ghostly sirens would not be easily granted.
In the heart of that haunted night, our car hurtled forward, surrounded by the haunting beauty of the specters, as we faced the unsettling truth that we had become unwitting travelers on a road that led not to salvation, but to a realm where the boundary between the living and the dead blurred into a nightmarish tapestry of the unknown.
Moments in Two Lifetimes – Models: Amelie Belain, Olinka Lickova
A classical portrait of Lethe as a wood nymph in an enchanted forest. Model: Lethe
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
