A virgin named Ianthe in Ovid's Metamorphoses was transformed into a man.
And in Homer's poetic hymn to Demeter,
Ianthe was a nymph under Persephone when Hades brought winter to our world.
In another story, after Ianthe's death, she transformed into flowers - forever beautiful,
and always changing the world.
If underground magma could leave a piece of fire not blackened by the surrounding world on earth,
but loved by it... then it would look like this.
Like a woman's burning soul. Yellow Sapphire and Rough Amethyst.
Time leaves its trace on each of us,
but even it will not be able to bury the bright colors of our Self under its weight.
Flashes of slice rubies, and drops of sapphires on the gold of our long journey will always lead us higher and higher.
No matter what.
This is the heart, this is the eye of man,
this is the smoldering coal a moment before its amethyst flame leaps out with its thirst into the sky,
splitting the silver and black rhodium of the fire to see the earth from above. This is the human will.
As much as the sky seems bigger than the sun,
our body seems bigger than our consciousness.
But the beauty of them is that the consciousness fills the body with light,
giving it all its size. It is the same with sapphire and quartz.
There is a beast inside each of us. Or a bird. It firmly holds your Lemon Quartz,
takes care of the raw power of the hunter's gaze and rushes to the attack,
breaking through the darkness and returning to himself again.
Into the silence of your power. Into the silence of your darkness.
Evening Emerald", Rough Peridot burns like a guiding candle in the window for those souls that are lost in the dark.
His call is gold, and he is genuine and pure in his strife.
Like a green light for a dreamer on the other side. And just as inevitable.
The thought is large and material. In the colors of the cosmos and the fabric of absolute amethyst,
each person turns into an adventure within himself, in order to embrace the whole. Raw. Big. Present. Owned.