Melissa and Soren are artists from Durham, NC.
Both are interested in using their powers of empathy and connection to metaphysical realms to help heal humans, animals and the Earth.
The practice of wrapping crystals in copper wire is to enhance the natural vibrations of the stones, whilst unleashing their inner magic, with the highly conductive copper wire and other materials.
The intentions of the artists include: universal love, compassion, protection, peace, hope, abundance, good will, gravitas, and synergy with the Earth-body connection.
Items are hand-crafted, making each a one-of-a-kind.
Great for gifts, jewelry, shrines, alters, offerings, metaphysical healing
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-Melissa and Soren
Negative energy gets such a bad reputation yet when inverted its perspective can be quite lovely.
River of Cosmos
Colors bloom before the eyes, eroded by time.
Fabricated memories of illusion paint pictures of beauty.
Drifting down the rivers of the past.
Painted silhouettes of vibration of auras.
Bloom forth imagination where once there was vacancy.
Spirals of cosmic mystery unravel thought.
These are some of my favorite pictures taken from my files in remembrance of 2018.
A breath of fresh air…
Take in the moment.
Ignore the eyes.
The stair of the crowd.
For the heartless mother fuckers who stand before you.
Still they stare.
Their eyes forever burning into your soul.
You can feel their anticipation building.
The tension thickens with every breath you take.
You close your eyes.
The moment is yours.
Eyes still burning.
They wait, anticipating your next move.
The moment is still yours.
It is the one you trained for.
The moment you have waited your entire life to embrace.
Your hands are trembling, yet your voice is steady…
Take a deep breath.
Embrace your moment.
Hidden for so long…
Suppressed by society.
Bound no longer by its chains.
You are free to speak your mind.
Words flow freely.
They watch in silence…
But you will be silenced no longer.
Free from your cage you are centered on stage, raged…
Still they stair yet you no longer care.
You have found your voice.
Your moment lives forever on.
The fear continues.
Your heart pounding.
Palms still sweating.
Your voice carries on…
The crowd begins to cheer.
Your hatred has turned to joy.
The moment is yours.
Exhaling you deeply breathe…
For you have found your voice.
The voice of the people.
The many, the few, the one.
A voice to call your own.
-Soren J. Johnsen