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“Indeed Christianity passes. Passes鈥攊t has gone! It has littered the beaches of life with churches, cathedrals, shrines and crucifixes, prejudices and intolerances, like the sea urchin and starfish and empty shells and lumps of stinging jelly upon the sands here after a tide. A tidal wave out of Egypt. And it has left a multitude of little wriggling theologians and confessors and apologists hopping and burrowing in the warm nutritious sand. But in the hearts of living men, what remains of it now? Doubtful scraps of Arianism. Phrases. Sentiments. Habits.”
― H.G. Wells, Experiment in Autobiography

“People throughout Hellas had built shrines of wood and living things to Kore and to her mother aeons ago, maintaining them generation after generation. Her private sanctums were always open to the sky, the sunlight, the honeybees and birds that helped her tend to the new shoots and flowers. One of Kore's favorite sacred places lay in this very clearing at the base of the oak tree. Clusters of white larkspur grew up the perfect circle of green willow shoots that served as her walls. Her ceiling was the vaulted branches and the stars wheeling above. The grass beneath her was soft, not wet with dew as it sometimes was, and strewn with rushes and violet petals upon which she made her bed.”
― Rachel Alexander, Receiver of Many

“In the most profound of Sufi teachings, we discover that the goal of Sufi practice is to create a kind of twin. In other words, for every apparently living human being, through profound exercises, the Sufi creates a spiritual counterpart (a twin) in the spirit realms. In addition, for every spirit dwelling in the spiritual realms, there exists a physical counterpart in the apparent world. This is precisely why Sufis pray at the Shrines (tombs) of Sufi saints who have made the transition, because these saints are very much alive and puissant in the physical or apparent world.”
― Laurence Galian, The Sun at Midnight: The Revealed Mysteries of the Ahlul Bayt Sufis

“賱丕 兀毓乇賮 爻亘亘 賰賵賳 丕賱賳爻丕亍 丕賱亘爻賷胤丕鬲 兀賰孬乇 鬲丿賷賳丕賸 賲賳 睾賷乇賴賳貙 亘賱 廿賳 丕賱賳爻丕亍 賴賳 丕賱禺夭丕賳 丕賱乇卅賷爻賷 賱兀卮賰丕賱 丕賱鬲丿賷賳 丕賱亘丿丕卅賷丞貙 賵賯丿 賰賳 丕賱爻亘亘 丕賱乇卅賷爻賷 賮賷 丕賳鬲氐丕乇 亘賷夭賳胤丞 毓賱賶 亘丿毓丞 賲丨胤賲賷 丕賱兀賷賯賵賳丕鬲貙 賵賮賷 賰賱 丕賱囟乇丕卅丨 丕賱丿賷賳賷丞 鬲購卮丕賴丿 丕賱賳爻丕亍 兀賰孬乇 賲賳 睾賷乇賴賳貙 賵鬲賲鬲賱卅 丕賱賰賳丕卅爻 賮賷 丕賱氐亘丕丨丕鬲 丕賱亘丕賰乇丞 亘丕賱賳爻丕亍 丕賱賲爻賳丕鬲 毓賱賶 丕賱丿賵丕賲.”
― 噩賱噩丕賲卮 賳亘賷賱, Gilgamesh Nabeel, 氐乇丕毓 丕賱兀賯賳毓丞

“He circles the shrines, scanning each of them.
There's one made in exclusively soft shades of pink, with a bouquet of blush roses at the center. It's surrounded by oysters, each one nestling a pearl. Smooth, heart-shaped rose quartz surrounds the perimeter in a perfect circle. Sliced guava reveals its rosy flesh, next to clamshells full of cherry blossoms.
Another is built from a large shell in the center, filled with water that reflects the moon. White magnolias float on the surface, along with golden glitter that sparkles like starlight. Oranges with long stems and blossoms surround the shell, paired with sliced mango drizzled with honey.
I swear I know who some of these belong to. The one with green grapes and pears decorated with golden butterfly appliqu茅 must be Genevieve's. Beside it is one crafted from fuchsia carnations and obnoxiously large peonies, with different berries in porcelain dishes painted with bright pink flowers. So obviously Amelia's.”
― Kiana Krystle, Dance of the Starlit Sea