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reachlovenheal · 8 months ago

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Best Reiki Healing In Puducherry

Reiki Healing / By lovenheal

Introduction: In the bustling chaos of modern life, where stress and tension seem to be constant companions, the quest for inner peace and holistic well-being has become paramount. Amidst this pursuit, ancient healing practices like Reiki have emerged as guiding lights, offering solace and rejuvenation to countless souls seeking harmony and balance. In this exploration, we delve into the depths of Reiki healing, uncovering its mysteries, principles, and profound impact on mind, body, and spirit.

Unlocking the Essence of Reiki: At its core, Reiki is a Japanese spiritual healing practice, originating in the early 20th century, that aims to balance the body’s energy to promote relaxation, stress reduction, and overall well-being. The word Reiki itself is derived from two Japanese words: “Rei,” meaning universal life, and “Ki,” meaning energy. Together, they signify the vital life force energy that flows through all living beings.

The Principles of Reiki: Central to Reiki healing are five foundational principles that guide practitioners towards a life of balance, gratitude, and compassion:

Just for today, I will not worry.

Just for today, I will not anger.

Just for today, I will be grateful.

Just for today, I will do my work honestly.

Just for today, I will be kind to every living thing.

These principles serve as gentle reminders to cultivate mindfulness, kindness, and gratitude in every moment, fostering a state of inner peace and harmony.

The Practice of Reiki Healing: Reiki healing is administered through the gentle laying of hands on or above the body, allowing the practitioner to channel universal life force energy to the recipient. Through this process, blockages in the energy pathways, known as meridians, are cleared, restoring the natural flow of energy and promoting healing on physical, emotional, and spiritual levels.

During a Reiki session, recipients often experience profound relaxation, a sense of warmth or tingling, and a deep connection to their inner selves. It is not uncommon for emotions to surface as stagnant energy is released, leading to a cathartic release and a renewed sense of vitality.

The Benefits of Reiki Healing: The benefits of Reiki healing are multifaceted and extend beyond the physical realm. Some of the most notable benefits include:

Stress Reduction: Reiki helps to calm the mind, alleviate stress, and promote relaxation, leading to improved overall well-being.

Pain Management: By clearing energy blockages and promoting the body’s natural healing mechanisms, Reiki can help alleviate pain and discomfort.

Emotional Healing: Reiki facilitates the release of pent-up emotions, fostering emotional healing and inner peace.

Increased Energy Levels: By balancing the body’s energy centers, Reiki restores vitality and enhances energy levels.

Spiritual Growth: Reiki deepens one’s connection to their spiritual essence, fostering a sense of purpose, clarity, and inner wisdom.

Embracing Reiki as a Way of Life: Beyond its role as a healing modality, Reiki is a way of life—an invitation to cultivate mindfulness, compassion, and gratitude in every moment. Whether through self-healing practices or sharing the gift of Reiki with others, embracing its principles can lead to profound transformations and a deeper sense of connection to oneself and the world around us.

Closing Thoughts: In a world plagued by stress, anxiety, and discord, Reiki healing offers a beacon of hope—a gentle reminder that amidst the chaos, peace and harmony are within reach. As we embark on this journey of self-discovery and healing, may we embrace the transformative power of Reiki, allowing it to illuminate our path towards greater well-being, balance, and spiritual growth.

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daryljdugdale · 8 months ago

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Africa -the hum of healing energy

Life’s curveball needs no explanation and my challenge now is to find a way to rediscover me and be fulfilled . This lead me to attend the Conscious Unity safari retreat hosted by Courtney Ward and Sally Claridge in Africa. I am so grateful to myself for being so brave to embark on such an amazing journey . I have had a holiday. I have experienced close up jungle animals and insects, I have been in the ocean swimming with dolphins. I have had sun on my face and been in a cyclone . I have fallen asleep listening to leaves rustling and the ocean waves. I have engaged in shopping for souvenirs, been out to wonderful bars for food and cocktails. However this is more than a holiday as it was a gentle and safe haven where my emotional healing and health were prioritised alongside my entertainment.

I was drawn to the fact we were going to be hosted by Courtney and Sally. They were offering a real bucket list experience in Africa with a careful planned itinerary developed by their awe inspiring wisdom of the animals and oceans. I knew also they are both experienced healers, musicians, and just fabulous beautiful women. For me both holidaying and healing isn’t something to do by yourself. I wanted to be with others as holidaying without Daryl is now hard and different. There was 11 of us on the retreat and we began as strangers but left as a close-knit, supportive community. We shared our pain, joy, wisdom and fears and then cheered each other for each individual win. I felt I had found my tribe . I felt support, empathy, and strength . We all attended for our own reasons. Two weeks of extreme physical activity was accompanied by guided meditation, mindfulness walking, massage and sound and channeling healing. This acted as gentle anchors bringing us back each day to the present moment. It’s was like pressing a pause button on chaos and allowing the gift of stillness and inner peace.

The great outdoors can heal you in powerful ways, and going on a safari engages the senses and emotions . Nights sleeping in the African jungle and being nurtured with African tales , food and fire is an amazing experience. Being transported to a luxury villa overlooking the Indian ocean and enjoying the sand beneath our feet and falling sleeping listening to the waves is magical . However being caught in a tropical cyclone plus facing fears out on a boat in huge waves awakens the endorphins. To then be rewarded with snorkelling and swimming with dolphins is a dream come true. Nature has been always my silent ally on my path to healing and the connection with the earth in Africa was tremendous. I feel blessed.

This retreat used the whole-person approach and we took care of our mind, body, and spirit as part of the healing process. The wide range of alternative treatments like massages, reflexology, sound medicine , channelling and therapeutic approaches to nutrition and energy combined with the nature meant our well-being was the focus every moment of every day. Healing is a journey of self-discovery and empowerment and I have had time to consider my values, interests, and strengths. I have found my strong core through guided exercises and self-reflection. It’s like turning the pages of my story and I can look forward to new parts where im strong, brave, and have room to grow. I like myself and want to be me not Daryl’s widow. This retreat has given me useful tools for dealing with life. I have learnt lots from animals and others, from the spirit world, from nature and from myself. I am ready to find joy again. I will take better care of myself. I want to form good habits, like being more grateful, more self compassionate and be more open to doing things that make me happy. Ive planted seeds and it’s not the end of my healing journey. This retreat was a portal to self-discovery and recovery.i have experienced healing, personal growth, and the radiant light of renewed hope. Africa I thank you ❤️

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ygreczed-3 · 4 years ago

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The Red Guard and the Snow Angel

Hank and Connor’s kiss

Hank and Connor fighting

Hank and Connor having good time with Sumo

Connor’s “I’m not going anywhere”

Gavin and Nines : interface

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6

They eventually find something in one of the books : Kamski is known to live in a castle, with 7 beautiful angels to serve him. No one knows how to get to Kamski's castle, since the pike is guarded by the darkness war spirit (actually Kamski being the powerful magician he is, sealed the war spirit to the castle, condemning it to the protection of the whole rock he lives on).

On their first attempt getting to the castle, Hank gets injured, and they're forced to retreat to Nestlepeek

Connor stays near Hank as he recovers, and can't help but touch him with noticeable loving attention. Nines sees him but just decides to say nothing, knowing he's too emotionally compromised with Gavin to give his brother a lesson. Gavin is totally oblivious to that, he's just very bad at hiding his concern for Hank (yes ! he is low-key worried for his human comrade).

Nines somehow gets to talk calmly with Nines, for the first time since the street fight.

Nines : I just don't understand. You've always been so ambitious, always training to be more powerful, why don't you use this aspiration to channel the power source and thus use it? It doesn't make sense. Gavin : It's… It's just too fucking much to process okay ? This war spirit is in me, I can feel its thirst for blood and violence all day long, and I know I can't control him because I…

Gavin just stops before he can say he's too confused with his own priorities now to have a defined goal he can use to canalize the spirit's energy. He used to know what he wanted to do with his power, but now, he feels a latent part of him wants to use it to protect his partners, Hank, and the two snowy idiots. He's still not ready to admit it outloud and thus, the spirit having no specific goal to unleash its violence, is in fact uncontrollable.

Nines, who is a bit more honest with himself than our favorite rat, already knows he cares for Gavin more than he should in regard to his given mission, and just feels so useless when Gavin refuses to talk to him. At this point Nines only wants to help him. He looks quietly at Gavin's nape, where the seal of the war spirit is still noticeable and forms a delicate golden scar. The Golem feels a little contradictory about this scar, one part of him being satisfied and proud of the mark he was able to let on Gavin's body, and the other part of him feeling guilty for it.

Nines : I'm sorry for this. You didn't ask for it and now you have to deal with… a war spirit and unwanted killing desires. I sometimes forget you're only human, it's not in your nature to use magic. Gavin : … It's okay. Let's just… stop talking about the spirit, deal ?

Nines remains carefully silent when Gavin offers his hand in a casual manly shake. He knows humans culturally use handshakes to settle an arrangement, and decides to ignore the deep and intimate meaning of this specific gesture in his own culture. Their hands meet, as Nines' skin unwittingly turns white at the contact, but the golem doesn't pay much attention since a human can't interface anyway. Gavin's smug expression shows he's about to say something but his grin fades away as Nines realizes their mistake : in a flash, he can feel Gavin's doubts about his unsaid desire to protect Nines despite his hatred for golems. Nines isn't sure what passed through the contact and doesn't have a clue on what impression Gavin had about his inner thoughts, or if he even felt or saw something. The human is the first to break the contact. He looks shocked, as he meets Nines' eyes and for a moment, none of them can speak.

Gavin : The hell was that ?!

Nines is confused too : … I didn't know it would… interfaces only happen between magic creatures… Maybe… the spirit allows you to connect with me.

Gavin : What the… You read my thoughts ? Nines : It's not… mind reading. I caught a diffuse… "impression". Gavin : … Shit.

Gavin looks suddenly so betrayed. He looks down and sideways, taking a few steps away, hands on his neck as if he was trying to hide his head between his arms. When Nines tries to get closer, he almost jumps away.

Gavin : Don't- Fuck it, don't… touch me. Nines : I'm sorry, I didn't mean to probe you. Gavin : What exactly did you… hear or whatever? Nines : … I think… I have an answer for why you can't use the spirit's violent spree. Gavin : Fuck you, that was private ! Did you search for it you fucking asshole ? Nines : Like I said, I didn't mean to interface with you ! You too must have seen something from me so stop being a child. Gavin : I didn't-

Nines waits patiently for the end of the sentence but it never comes, as some realization seems to dawn on the human warrior.

Gavin : That nice fluttering in the stomach, when we held hands, actually it was you ?

And for once, Nines is the one to remain silent, his face even but internally too embarrassed to answer the question. No wonder this sensation passed through the connection. For the few seconds their hands touched, Nines was, in a Golem way, experiencing a gesture akin to a kiss, of course he was kind of "emotionally impacted".

Nines : … As I said… let's not embarrass ourselves any further.

And at that exact moment, Gavin realizes that Nines likes him… more than a partner, more than a friend.

In their room, Connor is holding Hank's hand.

Hank : So, what should we do ? Connor : I didn't think about it yet. I wanted to be here when you wake up. Hank : ...I still have three days of bed rest at the very least… Are you sure you want to lose all this time when we're so close to the goal ? I mean, we already went through the desert, you don't need me anymore. Connor : Of course I need you, Hank. Hank : Ahaha… It's nice to go easy on me like this but you don't have to- Connor : You have to trust me, when I say I need you. It's not because I think you can help me go faster or even because I think you can help me cross a specific territory. I just… need you because you mean something to me.

Hank stays quiet but tightens his hand around Connor's, looking down right at them, his large, calloused fingers embracing the golem's white and slender ones. A long and deep look into Connor's golden brown eyes tells him there is more into this already meaningful gesture than he might think.

Connor breaks the eye-contact, and Hank realizes how intense the moment was : Connor's eyes inexplicably make him feel comfortable, as if he was floating in a warm air bubble, and he instantly misses the feeling when Connor stops mirroring his gaze to look down at their hands.

Connor : You know… There is this ultimate quest upon us, something we have to achieve to save our people… And this goal governed us like it was the only thing that mattered… Maybe I'm being a selfish brat, but Hank you're so important to me, I don't want you to be injured or killed in all this. Hank : You're important to me too, Connor. (And then Hank laughs, giving in to his stupid and unwanted feelings.) Actually, you probably couldn't even understand how much you mean to me.

When Connor meets his gaze with a puzzled expression on his face, Hank decides he has to tell him. If anything, Connor could still change his mind and keep going without him, and then Hank will be able to finally move on. He's too fucking old to pine for a pretty boy, and if it's gotta be painful then he wants it the sooner the better.

Hank : I… recently started to develop… indecent feelings… Connor, purposely obtuse: "Indecent" ? Hank : I mean... in a… hum… romantic way. Come on kid, don't make me say it. Connor : Why would "romantic" be "indecent" ? Hank : Dunno, I'm old and pathetic, you're young and cute, sounds indecent to me. Connor : Hank… I love you too. Hank : ...You, huh... Sorry what ? Connor : I mean every single word in this sentence, Hank, I really do. Hank : … Oh.

Connor chuckles at Hank's blank expression, as his poor brain processes the information with unprecedented difficulty. And as Hank starts moving again, his brows frowning and his mouth forming an "o" like he was gonna say "why ?!", Connor just leans towards him and brushes his beard with his lips before meeting his mouth, softly.

And god, they love it. Hank leans forward to deepen the kiss, Connor catches his beard, his fingers following the edges of his chiseled jaw until they reach his neck and nestle around it.

And it's a weird sensation to Hank because he used to know what was hot passion and what was tenderness, and at this very moment, he could feel both in Connor's grip, burning fire and smooth touches at the same time. That's it, love, love everywhere.

They separate because the older man needs to breathe and hopefully, Connor remembered it because Hank was just gonna kiss him until he falls unconscious.

Hank : Am I dead ? Connor : You're thankfully alive and safe, but you need rest. Stay calm. Hank : I can't believe it… i'm… almost scared of falling asleep and realize you're gone when I wake up. Connor smiles smugly at this : he takes Hank's hand in his own, kisses the palm softly, his deep dark eyes locked on Hank's. Connor : Sleep tight. I'm not going anywhere.

So, as soon as Hank can walk again, the party goes back to Kamski's peek.

Hank : I feel better but I admit that I don't think I'm able to fight anything right now. Maybe we can find another way ? Gavin : Humans and Golems can't beat a war spirit. But, huh… a war spirit could do. Nines : … Is that you you're talking about? Gavin : 'Know another war spirit around here ? Nines : But you… you can't control it… I mean, you're obviously facing a dilemma with your own motivations right now. I don't think you should endanger yourself in this state… Hank : What dilemma ? Gavin : Not your business. It's fine, I just need… I just need to meditate a little bit more. Connor : We don't need much more than a distraction just a moment until we reach the castle. There we'll activate the seal and it should stunt the spirit for some time. Nines : I'm not letting him go alone. Gavin : Still don't trust me, snow man ? Nines : I'm concerned for your well being. I wanna help. Hank : Well then we can do that. Nines and Gavin take care of the spirit and Connor, we get to the castle as fast as we can. You're good ? Connor : … Yeah, that sounds good. I just need to talk with Nines. In private.

Hank and Gavin just look at each other, surprised, but then they leave the brothers for their serious talk.

Connor : What was that ? "I'm concerned for you well being" ? Gavin is right, only a war spirit can compete with a war spirit… even if we wanted to, we couldn't help. Nines : Gavin can't control his spirit. I saw it when we interfaced, he truly can't, no matter how much he meditates, as long as he will have this dilemma, he can't make it. Connor : Wait what ?! Interfaced ? How ? Nines : Guess the spirit makes him sensible to magic connections. Connor : What's the deal ? Why can't he control it yet ? He's strong enough, and for what I know, ambitious enough, so it's only a matter of… Nines : He's confused. He grew fond of us, and he knows we're basically enemies. We're all being reckless, he's the only one to keep this truth in mind; if we can't reach Kamski, or if he refuses to help us, we'll have to go back to the war we left, go back to kill each other. He can't resign himself to accept his attachment to us if we're going to be his enemies again. Connor : … Do you think he can make it ? Against the darkness war spirit ? Nines : I don't. That's why he needs me there. If the thunder spirit takes control of his body, I'll be there to hit the seal in his neck. Connor : Oh Nines… You love him, don't you? Nines : … We're selfish and weak, Con. This mission… our whole kind is waiting for us to succeed. And we're threatening this long awaited deliverance because we fell for humans… Connor : ...That's why we can't fail. I understand you're worried but maybe… Maybe that's the reason why Gavin wants to try : he knows we can't fail now.

In the final act, Gavin and Nines get ready to fight with the war spirit, while Hank and Connor plan on reaching the castle as fast as they can, and find Kamski.

Gavin and Nines are hiding near the war spirit.

Nines : … Are you ready ? Gavin : I don't really have a choice there.

Gavin breathes deeply and steadily, to focus and calm down before entering the arena.

Nines : I'll be flying right behind you, okay ? It's factually stronger than me, so I have to maintain minimal distance with it, but I'll be ready to hit your seal when you need me to, and help you run away if you're in a bad state. Gavin scoffs : Thanks Snowman, I feel so confident right now, with you believing in me like this. Nines : … Sorry I just… worry. Gavin : Look, I was right, at that time, I couldn't do it and I was totally right. But today I… I'll do it. And I want to prove it to you.

In front of Nines' incredulous stare, Gavin offers his hand : Nines narrows his eyes as he detects static electricity all around his fingers, as if his spirit was already eager to fight.

Nines : … Do you know what it means to us, Golems ? Interfacing with someone ? Gavin : Enlighten me, snow man. Nines : ...I'll tell you if we survive this fight. Gavin : Huh… fair enough. Now, take my hand, I'll show you.

Nines gulps nervously and reaches for Gavin's hand, his own fingers turning white as he gets closer to the human's warm skin.

And he can feel everything. It's a lot less blurry and chaotic than the first time, as somehow Nines' first sensation is Gavin's serenity about sharing his deep feelings. He catches a volatile thought that flies through the human mind, saying in a flippant tone "we might die, no need to get embarrassed", and smiles at it. Interfacing with Gavin is very special for some reason : Nines had interfaced with other Golems before but it was never so vibrant, so intense. "Maybe that's because we're about to die" he feels, and for a moment he wonders if that comes from him or from Gavin. Nines feels like Gavin is an extension of himself at that very moment. Suddenly, the realization he's gonna fight against a gigantic, ancient war spirit dawns on him. He feels scared, sure but somehow, confident as well. He can do it. He will do it now, because if he fails, he'd give up on his people in Detroit, his friends Hank and (surprisingly) Connor. He would give up on Nines and he's not ready to. He used to fear that he was making friends with an enemy… That they'd have to separate at some point, and go back to where they belonged, Detroit and Jericho. But if Gavin fails now, Detroit and Jericho are doomed. He used to fear that death was preying upon him… now he fears that his team could die. That Nines could…

If he fails now, Nines and he will be dead, and that is much more scary than befriending a Golem.

Nines frowns as he feels Gavin's hand twitching in his, as if he was about to draw it back. He wants to stay connected, he wants to melt into Gavin's mind, because he feels so scared right now.

All he can catch is a glimpse of something that sounds like "I have found some higher purpose in life than my own existence", before Gavin breaks the contact.

When Nines opens his eyes again, they're wet and his breath is short. Gavin too, seems a bit shaken up by the interface.

Nines wonders what exactly the human saw/felt/heard from him and feels very self conscious for a floating second. He wants to kiss the human, he can feel it in his vein, the fire of love rushing, burning his cold body. Gavin must have felt it through the interface… and somehow, Nines wonders if he knows. He doesn't seem shocked or… disgusted.

Gavin : You okay ? Nines : Yeah… I'm ready to go.

Gavin exhales sharply : Alright, let's do this.

Nines : I've got your back. Everything will be alright.

So they get out of their hiding spot and as Nines takes off, Gavin summons the thunder spirit.

We then follow Hank and Connor, who are climbing up the rocky column at the top of which Kamski established his castle. Actually, Hank climbs it and Connor flies around to help him find the safe grips.

They're constantly attacked by monsters with long members (parts of the war spirit), and can't fight them all back. They decide to run forward, and they finally reach a huge grid in a tunnel : Connor can pass between two bars, but Hank can't. Behind them, the monsters are getting closer.

Hank : Run before they catch us up ! Connor : Wait, there must be a way for you- Hank : I'm sure there must be, Connor, but we won't find the solution in the next few minutes we have. You have to keep going without me. Connor : What are you gonna do ? They're gonna outnumber you, and… and you're still healing from the last injury--- Hank : You have to find Kamski ! He must know how to stop those monsters, and the war spirit out there. He can help us ! Connor : … Yeah, right.

Connor puts his hands on the floor and ice columns grow up from the ground, keeping Hank in a safe space. When the man looks back at Connor with tenderness and gratitude, Connor kisses him through the bars.

Connor : The ice won't last long but it can buy you some time… Hank I… I love you. Don't let me down. Hank : I swear. Now, run, and don't look back.

Connor nods and starts running to the castle, as the monsters start to attack ferociously the ice cage Connor created. Hank knows it's not gonna last much longer, and that he'll have to fight. He prays to be able to see Connor again.

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zandalarki · 4 years ago

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Trading Fate

The journey to Icecrown had been long and filled with worry. Though Northrend had known peace since the fall of the Lich King, the frigid air carried an aura of unease. Whispers of the Banshee Queen’s own journey to Icecrown had spread, and as Dar’kran and his party travelled, they saw what fear her presence wrought. Warsong Hold had been on a tight lockdown, carefully vetting those who passed in and out. Taunka villages were walled shut, Braves patrolling around their perimeters in droves. The remnants of the Argent Crusade were on high alert, with sky patrols almost always overhead.

And yet, when word of her arrival at Icecrown Citadel came, none were prepared. The Banshee Queen and the swath of loyalists she held had stormed the Citadel, clashing with the Argent Crusade and Knights of the Ebon Blade, and despite the united front, she slipped through their ranks, ascending the Citadel.

“She must mean ta’ take the helm fo’ herself.” Suggested Zul’jawa, “Ta become a new Lich Queen!”

“Perhaps.” Murmured Dar’kran, as they wove their way through the carnage at the Citadel, his mind elsewhere. His son, Zugon, kept close. Despite his harsh upbringing, the boy showed no signs of fear or worry as they were faced with brutality all around.

The three of them made their way to the inner sanctum, where a lone Argent Crusader laid, mortally wounded at the Saronite Elevator. Dar’kran knelt beside him, placing a hand on his wounds and channeling some soothing waters. “I cannot save ya’, but I can make ya’ end painless, mon.” He rested another hand on the Crusader’s shoulder, locking eyes with him. He was a young Human, with sky blue eyes and a pitiful excuse for facial hair. He was but a boy, left to die in the most damned corner of the world. He deserved some peace. “Did ya’ see her? Da’ Banshee?” The man nodded, his bloodied hand gripping Dar’kran’s arm. “How many are wit’ her now?” He shook his head, a single bloody finger held high.

Fuck.

Dar’kran lowered the man’s hand to his chest, channeling some more soothing waters. As his eyes drifted back and his lids fell, he laid him flat before rising, turning his attention to the elevator. “Only one way to go now.”

They stepped on, and the magical elevator began to rise. Zugon teetered close to the edge, peering over it as they began to rise with a look of wonder on his face. Dar’kran smiled to his son, as he and Zul’jawa unloaded their packs and weapons. Zul’jawa held his chakrams with a grin, “So, ya’ t’ink she’s got a chance, mon?”

“A’h dunno, mon. Against da’ current guy? It be hard ta’ say.”

Zu’jawa hesitated for a moment, as he pulled a whetstone to sharpen the edges of his chakrams. “Ya’ t’ink we got a chance?”

“Absolutely.”

A maddening laugh echoed behind Dar’kran, one that only he could hear. “Dat’s pretty gooood, mon. Don’t want ya’ best bud t’inkin’ he walked into a hopeless situation now, eh?”

Bwonsamdi.

Dar’kran spoke to his patron Loa, only the two of them could hear. “I brought him because he be da’ most unpredictable fighta’ I know. You gonna see, he gonna be avoiding death like it be a party. He growled, as he wrapped his axes, infusing them with the power of the storm. Bwonsamdi kept on laughing.

“Ooh yah, mon. He gonna be dancin’ in his grave if ya’ ain’t careful.” His eyes flared to life for a moment, his tone shifting. “I need ya’ both ta’ be careful, ya’ hear? Dis one gonna cause all sorts o’ trouble if ya’ don’t.”

“Ya’ keep sayin’ dat an’ bein’ cryptic. Would be a lot nica’ if ya’ were straight wit’ me.” The old warrior grumbled.

“Trust me, mon. Ya’ don’t need nor want ta’ know more. It be above ya’ head! Just do what I need ya’ to do, and everyting will be alright” Dar’kran just grunted, hanging his axes from his side as he turned his attention away from his Patron and to his son instead.

“Zugon, c’mere.” He laid a heavy hand on the boy’s shoulder, handing him a small ritual dagger. “Take dis an’ stay close behind me, ya’ hear? Only use it if ya’ need to.” The boy nodded, a brave look on his face. His tusks were finally starting to take shape. They lacked his father’s spiral, but had his mother’s hooked appearance. He loved that about his boy.

The elevator began to grind and whine as they neared it’s apex. The three held their weapons tight, Dar’kran and Zul’jawa ready to pounce the moment they reached the top and were met with whatever forces waited for them...

...

There was nothing there for them.

Before them was a single, long causeway. It’s entire stretch was strewn with the bodies of the fallen. Mostly of the undead, and few living. Blood, viscera, and an unholy stench invaded their nostrils as the three of them carefully stepped past the masses, Dar’kran and Zul’jawa testing corpses with their blades to make sure they weren’t faking it.

None so much as stirred.

“Did she really do all o’ dis?” whispered Zul’jawa, brushing his chakram’s against the shaft of an arrow protruding from the chest of a fallen Crusader.

“Aye.” Mumbled Dar’kran, scanning every inch of the causeway as they made their way. The purple haze of the Banshee’s arrows was unmistakable, it was her calling card. Corpse after corpse was decorated in them. One soul had been impaled upon the spikes adorning the guardrails. Another had both of his eyes shot out by arrows with a third sitting in his throat, painted with blood.

The cold air began to cut deep, and Zul’jawa and Zugon began to shiver, with Zugon trying his best to shield his eyes from the blistering winds. In a split second, the young boy slipped on a slurry of snow and blood, his whole weight shifting to the side and practically over the guardrails. Dar’kran was there without a second thought, grabbing his son by the collar and hosting him back up and into a free arm.

As Zugon clung to his father, shivering and with his heart beating at a million miles and hour, Dar’kran’s own heart stopped.

No. No. How?

As he looked over the edge where his son had nearly fallen, Dar’kran’s gaze met a massive maul caught on a ledge, adorned with the blood red imagery that was once so typical of Kor’kron weaponry. Beside it, shattered fragments of armor, a puddle of tainted blood, and an all too familiar scent.

Skullcrusha.

He..he’s here. Was here. His presence was but only lingering...By the spirits, was he...finally..?

“Bwonsamdi?” Dar’kran called to his Patron, and the Loa of Death appeared to graciously.

“Watchu doin’, mon? Why ain’t ya’ movin’?

“Where is he?” he said coldly, he was done playing games.

“Dun look at me, mon. He ain’t my responsibility.”

“So, is he dead or not?”

“Bahhh!” the Death Loa scoffed, fading away, “Ya’ ain’t got time for stupid questions, mon. Get a move on, or it be both ou’ heads!”

That last part took him by surprise. As he continued to walk the causeway with Zugon in hand, he kept wondering. “Both ou’ heads?” What was the bastard talking about?

“Hey, mon! Look!” Zul’jawa pointed to an opening at the end of the causeway, “I t’ink we’re almost to the end!” Dar’kran snapped his attention back to the matter at hand and jogged to catch up, the three of them making it out from the open air and into the antechamber there at the end. Inside was another elevator, presumably to the top of Icecrown Citadel, and beside it an arcane teleportation rune. The two older trolls sighed for a moment, as they gazed up the rest of the elevator.

They were nearly there. Loud cracks and the howling winds of winter echoed above them. By the Loa...

“They already be goin’ at it...” Zul’jawa spoke in awe, swallowing a lump in his throat. Dar’kran recognized the fear in his voice and as he set down Zugon, saw the same quivering in his son. Dar’kran’s own gaze shifted upwards, then back to his son as he set him down and knelt down to his level.

“You gonna stay down here, aight? It be too dangerous for ya’ up there. But we’ll be fine. We’ll be back.” He cupped his son’s face for a moment. “I promise.” Zugon smiled, holding his father’s dagger tightly and nodded. Dar’kran then turned his attention back to Zul’jawa, the mon was wrapping trinkets and bijous around his arms and chakrams, whispering zandali incantations and prayers to himself. They were prepared to face what was likely doom...

*CRACK*

What the?

*CRACK* *CRACK*

Dar’kran began to sway, his head feeling foggy.

A deafening boom reverberated down from the peak of Icecrown Citadel and beyond. A pulse of energy unlike anything anyone had ever felt before swept through them all, and quite literally knocked Dar’kran on his back, clutching his chest.

By the spirits...”Zul!” he gasped, clutching his chest in agony.

His heart had stopped...What the hell had happened?

“Zul?!” He gasped out again, Zugon at his father’s side now with a look of terror and confusion on his face. Zul’jawa snapped out of it, hearing Dar’kran’s crys, he rushed to his battle-brother. Both he and Zugon looked down on Dar’kran with terror and confusion. Dar’kran scanned the area around them in a frenzy, scared and unsure of what was happening, then he saw him...

Bwonsamdi...

“I told ya’! Ya’ were too slow!” Screamed the Death Loa, this time for all the hear. Zugon and Zul’jawa leapt as the the Loa loomed over them all, specifically Dar’kran. “And now look at what she did? She broke everyting!” Life an’ Death are broken!”

“Ww..w-hat?” Dar’kran mumbled, his vision becoming dark.

“Da’ very magic that I used ta’ give ya’ dis stupid body back is all out o’ whack now. I got nothin!”

Dar’kran turned to face Zugon, who looked terrified beyond all reason. He still clutched that dagger closely. Dar’kran tried to say something, but he was too weak. He was..fading.

“An’ now, ya’ makin’ me need ya’ more then eva! Damn you, Dar’kran, fo’ makin’ me do dis!” Cried Bwonsamdi, who in a blink of an eye had snatched the dagger from Zugon.

No...please. Not my son...not for my failure.

White hot pierced the fog, and Dar’kran’s attention snapped back to center. In the center of his chest, Bwonsamdi had buried the dagger to the hilt. “We gonna be workin’ a lot closa’ together now, mon.” Hissed the Death Loa, who turned both himself and the dagger to smoke, flowing into Dar’kran.

Dar’kran’s heart did not beat. Yet he did not die. The fog was lifted, and yet he felt stronger than before. He rose slowly, and both Zul’jawa and Zugon looked at him with horror and confusion. “What just happened?”

“Oh, ya’ couldn’t tell, mon?” Echoed Bwonsamdi from..within Dar’kran?

“For now, we are one.”

#World of Warcraft #shadowlands #trolls #zandalari #rp #creative writing

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paranoidnobody · 5 years ago

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Genedara short story

The moon was just beginning to rise, casting eerie shadows across the decimated wasteland that had been called the Broken Shore. Puddles of Fel sludge bubbled and popped, throwing flecks of Fel taint in every direction. The earth sizzled where it encountered the sludge, wispy plumes of green smoke drifted lazily into the air, smelling of Sulphur and brimstone.

In the safety of the Deliverance Point encampment, a group of Trolls were setting up a handful of drums, both large and small. They were speaking to each other in their native tongue, smiling and thumping each other on the back. Every night, the same group would pray to their respective deity to bless the soldiers fighting for their world.

Once the drums were set into place, a Troll stepped up to a large bonfire and tossed a handful of powders and ashes into the fire. There was a loud whoosh, the flames doubled in size and took on a bright orange hue. The Trolls threw their arms into the air and let out whooping cheers as the drummers began to beat on their instruments.

The commotion could be heard inside one of the many tents that were hastily thrown together, many of which were simply a roof to protect the users from the elements. Inside one of the few tents that had four walls and a flap that acted as a door, a Sin’dorei Illidari sat on a cot. She sat facing a large mirror, her armor lying in a neat pile on the floor.

Her hair was thrown into a hastily constructed bun, locks of her stark white hair sticking out at random. Thick scales covered almost every inch of her ordinarily pale flesh. Her stomach, chest and head the only places untouched by the demonic corruption that the use of Fel magic caused. The bright red of her undergarments clashed with the dark gray scales, a futile attempt to keep any onlooker’s attention away from the scales.

A deep breath was sucked into the Illidari’s lungs, the night air cool and crisp. She shivered and took in another deep breath, readying herself for the battles to come. Her sightless gaze was locked onto the mirror before her, each hand gripping the ends of a small length of leather. The fabric was pulled taut, stress marks beginning to form.

From outside, the Trolls beating on the drums began to chant, calling out to their gods and spirits to offer protection for the Horde warriors fighting against the Legion. Their cries rose in pitch, their drums playing out a simple rhythm.

Genedara let out one final long breath before channeling a surprising amount of Fel magic into her runic tattoos. The sound of the drums seemed like a mile away as more magic was pumped into the Illidari’s magical ink. It seemed as if the world outside the tent ceased to exist, dead silence hanging in the air.

“What’s this?” a disembodied voice called out. The reflection of the Illidari vanished from the mirror, a massive Doom Lord sitting in her place. He flashed the woman a sharp toothed grin, his fingers interlaced with each other. “You are actually calling to me, Genedara?”

“I have called to you, yes. But it is not for the reasons you are expecting,” came her reply. “I have a message for you.”

The demon let out a loud guffaw, slapping a knee with a giant hand. He leaned forward, his body rocked by the sudden burst of emotion. As suddenly as the laughter had started, it was cut short. The giant demon edged his face closer to the mirror’s surface, a wicked grin plastered on his face.

“Please! You act like I can’t read your mind, you insolent whelp. You seem to have forgotten how we both share that pathetic excuse of a body. I know every nook and cranny of that little mind of yours. I see what you’ve seen, and I feel what you’ve felt.”

Genedara’s body went rigid as a wave of grief swept through her mind. It was an overwhelming sensation and impossible to simply pretend it didn’t exist. She hunched forward, crying out as an image of a man lying dead on the floor flashed through her mind’s eye.

“See? You crumble so easily over the memory of a dead man. Your defenses are pathetic, Genedara!” the demon bellowed out as he leaned forward. “You are as pathetic and weak as your husband was.”

The Illidari slowly rose her head to look at the demon before her, scowling at him. She bared her teeth, which seemed to mirror the demon’s. This display of aggression caused another burst of laughter from the Illidari’s personal demon.

“Go to hell, Olvan. You will never defeat me when it comes to a battle of the wills. I’ve already bested you over half a dozen times. You might as well give up,” Genedara replied through bared teeth.

Leaning forward on the cot, Genedara stared into the demon’s eyes, her own alight with the fel fury known only to the Illidari. She pulled on the strip of leather until it was torn in two, the sudden noise breaking the silence between the two. The scraps were dropped to the ground and Genedara rose to her feet, hands balled into fists.

“What am I to do if I want to speak of peace and understanding, Olvan?”

“Hah, you only understand the language of the sword, Illidari. Do not lie to me. We both know you want nothing more than to paint this pathetic ball of mud red with the blood of your enemies.”

Genedara pointed at the demon with a trembling hand and asked, “What if I told you that the path you chose leads to your downfall?”

“You think I chose this path, girl? You imprisoned me, not the other way around. You chose the wrong path, Genedara, not me. Remember, you only remember the language of the sword!”

“What if I were to tell you to leave me and my beloved ones in peace?”

“What, you and your little Goblin friend? What about the Orc you befriended? Or the two Paladins? You have no real friends, little one.”

Genedara took a step forward, her finger outstretched, pointing at the demon in the mirror. Her face contorted into a fierce glare, the fel fire in her eyes burning with a primal fury.

“I will let my blade do the talking!” she cried out, throwing her arm to the side in a dramatic sweep.

“Then my tongue shall become iron. You seem to forget that my only weapon against you is my words. Words that cut deep into your pathetic excuse of a mind!” Olvan bellowed as another image of the dead elf flashed through Gene’s mind.

“And my words will carry the roar of war, revealing my divine anger’s arrow strike. All my action is for the good of all!”

“I see my reflection in your eyes, Illidari.”

Genedara drew close to the mirror, bringing her face to the demon’s. She brought a fist and pummeled at the surface with all her might. Despite this, the mirror remained whole, Olvan grinning back at her as he shook his head.

“Beloved brother enemy, I will sing my sword song for you. The lullaby of obliteration so that I may wake up with a smile and bliss in my heart. I see a grey gloom on the horizon that promises a powerful sun to rise. It will melt away all moons and make the fires of purification look like dying embers.”

With a mighty roar of rage, Genedara lashed out at the mirror again. This time, the reflective glass shattered into a million tiny shards, falling to the ground with a loud crash. The demon was gone and the noise from the tribal ritual could be heard once again outside the tent.

Genedara fell backwards onto her rear, grasping her head. She rocked back and forth where she sat, letting out a soft sob. She remained like this for some time, recovering from the intense magic that was required to silence her inner demon.

Outside, the ritual went on, the Trolls dancing in unison around the fire, their bodies moving to the beat of the drums. Their voices carried out into the night, overpowering the cries of the warriors and demons who were forever locked in a war for Azeroth. The song bolstered the spirits of the Horde warriors, a renewed sense of vigor pumping through their veins.

It took some time, but Genedara eventually stepped out of her tent. She wore a tattered set of fel infused armor, a set of warglaives held tight in her hands. She had a look of determination painted onto her features, feeling the effects of the blessing the Trolls were casting on their brothers and sisters.

She stood and listened to the singing and watched the dancing for a few minutes before walking away from the camp. She came to a halt at the cliff that overlooked the Broken Shore and took a deep breath before vaulting off the edge and vanishing into the night. Her battle may have been won, but she was far from being declared a victor in the war for her body and spirit.

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verdanteffigy · 6 years ago

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A collection of witchcraft in the series 3/4

Under the read more is everything supernatural and witchy that I could find in Death of the Outsider. Part 4/4 will be everything I can find in the comics and books.

”Last night I fell asleep holding the charm Deirdre gave me. I remember her picking some rich man's pocket for some coin or a watch and instead she pulled out this thing, dead and humming. She bundled it up in a braid of her own hair and gave it to me for luck, but it wasn't luck that made the rats start talking. It was only after Deirdre lay dying that it started whispering her sweet voice to me.”

- Deirdre in my dreams

“Went to see Old Madge again. Traded some old whalebone and a bit of hair (not mine) for information. She's making charms for the Eyeless now.”

- Notes about Albarca Baths

“Witches chase us. Clever fingers grasp, claw, clasp. Bind books with our skins."

- Rat Whispers

"I tried the old incantations over the teeth and strings like before, but it didn't work. It always used to work. Is the magic really gone? The Eyeless might be content with scratched-up bones and rat liquor, but I'm not. I tasted the dark waters of the Void with my sisters. I know what it feels like to turn the things you hate into ash, and watch bright flowers bloom from the cinders. These people don't know real magic. I think I found a way. If I can snatch one of the stray hounds off the street and steal some carved whalebone, I might be able to get back a glimmer of my power. I know what words to speak over it. I just hope the Outsider listens.”

- Fidelia's Journal

”Duff’s hawking up a new bone charm. Says it stirs up the vitals. Gets the juices flowing through your veins. Keeps your head clear for the fight.” “Want your vitals stirred? Get some scarlet nightshade ointment. Rub it on your chest before the match.” “I tried black nightshade elixir once. Supposed to put strength in your swing. Rubbed it on and lost all feeling from the neck down for a fortnight.” "You'll need bonecharms or potions or something if you plan on fighting tonight."

- Various Eyeless at the Albarca Baths

A former witch attempted to make an ointment that soothed teething pains but instead it caused her childrens' teeth to fall out. So she ground their teeth into a paste under a full moon that can be used to harden the bones in the hands.

“We know things the Abbey don't want you to know. And not just a balm to clear that rash you got in an alley! But how to scratch up a bit of whalebone so you don't feel any pain in a fistfight. How to make even the most sharp-eyed guard miss you in the street. Even how to get the Outsider's ear and ask him a thing or two. You won't believe what we can do until you see it yourself. Until you see all those dead Howlers at your feet and hold a bit of lucky bone to thank for it.”

- The Eyeless Got Potential

“Don't know what we did right, but we crafted a mighty powerful bonecharm this time.”

- Defeat the Brute Reward

The above note tells that the Eyeless managed to accidentally craft a black bone charm strong enough to replicate a passive ability granted by the Outsider’s Mark. Level 1 Agility.

"Best to find out which of our neighbors has a loose tongue. See if they can still snitch without it (and keep the tongue, we can use that).”

- About the Hook Mines

"Your gran used to collect them. Had a string of them around her wrist and when she wanted someone's luck to run, she'd whisper their name to it and slip it in their pocket. Worked half the time, at least.”

- Uses for Hagpearls

"You didn't know I had a brother, did you? When we were little, there was an old woman who lived by the dockyards. Ma said to run if she ever looked at us, but we didn't listen. She was ugly as a hagfish, but she'd tell us odd stories, and said her black-eyed friend would visit if we were quiet. Then my brother went missing. We searched all over for him but we found no trace. That night I went to the old woman. that witch, and she had something awful-smelling in a pot she was stirring with all her strength. I asked if she'd seen him and she laughed, said yes, and showed me... She'd cut my brother up to pieces, nothing but bones and red flesh and the little scarf he always wore.”

- Letter to A Friend

"I got uses for cat guts." "Eyeless 1: I really don't want to cut up that cat. Eyeless 2: If you do, save some of its fat for me." "The infusion is a crimson elixir that pulls back the veil of mystery and allows you to commune directly with the Void. It's distilled from the blood of the dying." "A powerful contraption, channeling the minds of the living through the bodies of the dead. We could hear their thoughts, witness their dreams. Even put words in their mouths." "I've been trying to predict the weather using frog entrails."

- Various Eyeless in the Upper Cyria District

“It’s unquestionable. The tragic arias resonate better now. The mournful notes penetrate to my heart with such delicious melancholy. I credit the Spector’s sanguine infusion for opening my inner eyes.”

- Shan Yun

"Each of us carries the Void inside our bodies. It churns just beneath the surface of our consciousness. It yearns for our contact. Our fears. Our desires. The truth is only a portion of what the Eye allows us to see.”

- A Piece of the Void

An Eyeless waiting to ambush Billie on a rooftop instantly appears behind her after taking his bait.

“Witches and charlatans wearing necklaces of fingers and teeth.”

- Billie Lurk

"We sat around a table and held hands and chanted over the little bit of whalebone she had found. I sensed a presence... Some restless energy. It's hard to describe. Something was reaching out to me. Maybe it was mother? But it was upset. Angry.”

- Old Diary

“If all spirits vanish into the Void upon their demise, why then are the "wandering ones" from folk tales and legends always unhappy? Where are the tranquil and benevolent spirits? Do they not linger in the Void like their darker counterparts? I think not. Those who lead virtuous lives receive the gift of oblivion upon passing. They dissolve into the Void like mist, casting off the worrisome shackles of mortal identity to become one with the foundational materials. Wicked spirits, however, earn a cruel fate. Their punishment is to wander the Void for eternity, unable to return to this world and contact loved ones. They retain only memory enough to suffer. Imagine their pain: drifting through empty expanses alone for centuries. No sensation, no solace, no redemption. An unmoored spirit, gasping with regret in a sea of nothingness, forever.”

- Speculations on the Afterlife

“More bizarre cures for impotence? I tell you, I’ve seen enough “take one mandrake root” recipes to last a lifetime.”

- An Overseer

“Three volumes of forbidden knowledge. ‘The Outsider’s Hand’. ‘Voices of the Dead’. ‘Enter the Void: A Guide to Dream Interpretation’. Where do the witches come by these arcane texts?” “I didn’t recognize half the herbs we discovered in the greenhouse. ...Maybe they’re for cooking? These heretics performed no acts without dark purpose.” “A personal journal... Spellbooks...” “One silver cup filled with unknown potion... One shawl embroidered with strange symbols...” “A jar full of snails...”

- Cataloging Overseer

“Others denied wrongdoing until confronted with their heresy-- trinkets of marked bone, effigies of hair and teeth, pages filled with occult markings-”

- Overseer

"I have secrets to spend for my freedom. I can tell you where my sisters stashed their precious trinkets of bone. Or I can tell you a spell to never be alone again."

“I nailed his name to a tree and he withered.”

“Six black candles, burned low.”

- Imprisoned Witch

"Heretical contraption - lenses, desecrated caskets, wires, devices - Note: Will be dismantled and sent to the Abbey once the Sisters' examination is complete. BURNED OR SHIPPED TO THE ABBEY: 43 crates - books of arcane recipes, heretical studies, spells, ritual instructions, blasphemous stories - BURNED 17 crates - vials of unknown potions, salves, herbs, roots - SHIPPED TO THE ABBEY 10 crates - human hair, animal? bones and body parts - BURNED 1 altar - wooden, carved, wax-coated, well-used - BURNED 1 child's doll - husk body, wizened-apple face, stuck with pins - BURNED 34 runes and amulets - SHIPPED TO THE ABBEY 7 notebooks and personal diaries - SHIPPED TO THE ABBEY 2 scrying glasses - BURNED 1 crate - various devices for self-gratification - BURNED 3 sets - children's teeth and fingernails - BURNED 1 ash tree - cut out at the root from the Conservatory terrace - BURNED 4 crates - candles, incense, bells, and assorted ritual items - BURNED”

- Accounting of Heretical Items from the Royal Conservatory

"Prisoner: Lavinia Rischio, of Karnaca (female, 44 years of age) Offence: Heresy (practice of black magic), Killing (murder) Verdict: Guilty, all charges Punishment: Reformation (musical therapy), Execution Through enhanced interrogation techniques, we extracted a confession signed by the prisoner. On the evening of the 7th of the Month of High Cold, 1851, the prisoner did aquire the blood and seed of her former lover, a dockworker by the name of William Carter (known in Karnaca as "Barrel Bill"). This she mixed with other noxious liquids and fed to a large hound which she named Sugarboy (admitted to be a malicious spirit of the Void which she consorted). Within three days, William Carter experienced a range of symptoms including fevers, insomnia, sexual dysfunction, and death. The prisoner confessed that this was the intended outcome of a pact with Sugarboy, which she performed at the behest of the Outsider.”

- Trial of Lavinia Rischio

"Prisoner: Constance Bow, of Pottershed (female, 28 years of age) Offence: Heresy (possession of profane artefacts) Verdict: Guilty Punishment: Reformation (musical therapy) Inventory of items confiscated from prisoner after capture in the Royal Conservatory. Submitted as evidence of witchcraft. One (1) sharpened piece of bone (unknown origin, possibly human). Three (3) rat tails, severed. Five (5) pieces of braided hair, two singed as if by flame (unknown origins, human). One (1) hand-mirror, broken (possibly innocuous). One (1) waxwork doll, fashioned to look like the former Grand Inventor (burned on site - silvergraph of the offending item has been filed). Item had been struck with several hairpins in the neck, head and groin. Six (6) pieces of whalebone, inscribed with lewd images. One (1) pair of testicles, dried and strung together. Found tied around the prisoner's neck. (When asked the origin, the prisoner stated that they were "your own".)”

- Trial of Constance Bow

"Prisoner: Nonghui Chiao, of Wei-Gon (female, 32 years of age) Offence: Heresy (repellent to sacred items and/or words) Verdict: Guilty Punishment: Reformation (musical therapy) When asked to recite the Seven Strictures aloud, the prisoner choked and gagged on the words, and could not finish the Lying Tongue even when prompted. The prisoner then violently convulsed, and a deluge of blasphemies fell from her mouth until she was forcibly silenced. Subsequent attempts to rouse the prisoner to repeat the words known to every honest man or woman in the Isles were unsuccessful. Precedent indicates that she is therefore guilty of this heresy, and that her inability to speak the words of the Strictures is her body rejecting their truths, which are repugnant to the Outsider and his agents.”

- Trial of Nonghui Chiao

By knocking over the Abbey’s incense surrounding them, Breanna’s effigies of the Oracular Order will begin to speak.

"Wait, am I having visions? Has the Sisters' incense reached me here?"

- Alvaro Cardoza

“I hear her footsteps in my mind. Am I stalked by my own vision?” “I know you. Your eyes and hands have haunted our visions. My sisters cannot see beyond the moment when you breach the Void. Every hour, our sight grows short. Only I have witnessed the method of our blindness. Only I have seen that knife in a dead boy’s heart.” “By the Void! I’ll carve your bones myself.” “I’ve seen those black arts!”

- Sister Lena Rosewyn

"Did you sacrifice your hand to perform those tricks?" "I'll drink your blood and steal those gifts." "I've been hearing the winds of the Void in my head. Even in my sleep. Always glancing. Cold. I can't focus on anything." "Whales swim in my visions. Leaving blood in their wake." "I should soak my bone talisman in whale oil for a few hours." "I feel drained since last night. These seances are exhausting. But we're making progress at least." "I'm sorry. Did you say something? I've been hearing things again."

- The Eyeless at Shindaery

“Thousands of years ago, we took a wretch from the streets, beaten and discarded. And - blowing upon the embers we found there - we set alight the fires of divinity, at the very heart of the Void. We created the Outsider himself, fellow seekers. A face instead of the endless dark. Black eyes rather than that malevolent emptiness that came before. A voice speaking to select few, over which otherwise would be the howling of forever. Of nothing without end. And now he sleeps in the Ritual Hold, held in the crushing grip of the Void itself. And he will sleep forever, fellow seekers, for that is our charge. For without the Outsider, the Void would hunger and roil, and the world itself would shudder.”

- An Eyeless

“So the witch caused this?”- Eyeless 1

“Yes, we are certain of it now. These anomalies spread across our world the moment she returned from the Void.” - Eyeless 2

What did she discover? How long did she wander there?” - Eyeless 3

“We don’t know. But if her ambitions had been grander than a simple throne... The death of a god is no small thing. It ripples out to the furthest places. And even then, a dead god’s eye still remembers the Void.” - Eyeless 2

“Run and hide, find the small places. Still the huge eye sees! The huge eye sees. Drags us to the dark places, drags us to the cold. Everything stone, everything old.”

- Rat Whispers

“Have you read the third book of Laspenard’s seminars? The Envisioned broke apart the gate to the Ritual Hold to maintain the order of our existence, and the pieces exist outside of the passage of time. It is the basis of our semiotics. Thusly, all meaning flows from this state of within and without.” - Eyeless 1

“Yes, my work focuses on this foundational act. The exclusion of the Outsider is necessary to maintain the hermeneutics of the self. What is “us”, what is “they”, without the Outsider to make that distinction? (Paraphrased)“ - Eyeless 2

“Have you encountered Camila Khorei’s latest work? There is always the problem of framing, of delimitation. Do these distinctions make communication possible or impossible?” - Eyeless 3

“I’ve read varying sources which recount our forbears walking with the Outsider in dreams. One even vividly described him inviting her to suckle blood from the wound the Envisioned inflicted upon him centuries ago.” - Eyeless 1

“I wouldn’t believe such accounts. They’re based on poor scholarship, mystical ramblings, at best. Set these wonderings aside. We know the nature of the Outsider. There is only one place where he exists in the flesh, and it is forbidden to us.” - Eyeless 2

“The gate has been broken since the foundation of our world, and so the gate has always been broken. One day we will guard its pieces, as the Envisioned do.” - Eyeless 1

“When?” - Eyeless 2

“When the illusion of time falls from your eyes.” - Eyeless 1

“Concerning reports have disrupted mining activity at Shindaery North Quarry yet again, with many working onsite complaining of unsettling visual and auditory hallucinations. These have ranged from seemingly innocuous instances of misplaced equipment to large sections of the mine disappearing and reappearing within hours. The widespread nature of these collective hallucinations have made them difficult for the Shindaery Mining Company to dismiss.“

- Difficulties Continue at Shindaery North Quarry

“I know you don't believe me, but I saw it again. The air shivered and split apart and sealed up again like a river krust. The rest of the day I didn't recognize anyone's faces. It was like their mouths and noses and eyes all blurred together like a bad silvergraph. I had to guess who was who based on their clothes!”

- Miner’s Letter

“I can't stay here a minute longer. For a while it was just the little flashes of light, like cracks in a windowpane, but now? I hear voices. And it's not just a few whispers! Whole conversations, like they're right beside me. Sometimes I see strange people out of the corner of my eye, but then they're gone. It's like everything shivers and changes in front of me and then it's back to normal, like nothing happened.”

- Supervisor’s Note

“Tonight, we commune with the Eye. When you've finished your studies for the evening, leave the library and join us in the chamber. The relic will look inside us and we must aid its search. The Void lies inwards - we must bring it to the surface to see its truth. Bring three sharp knives.”

- The Truth Awaits

“12th Hearths It has begun. When I woke this morning my shoulder felt stiff and insensate, and when I inspected it there was a thread of pure, silver stone running across my flesh. At last! I am merging with the Void. Oh, to be removed from this reality and exist eternal in the next! To see the subtle shifts and patters of the Void, to be closed off from all contact with lesser creatures! I am eager to see its progress. 24th Clans The stone spreads. I feel it humming with heat as it enclosed my very heart. Sometimes I am breathless with it. I can barely listen to the others... At times, my tongue won't move for hours, and I am mute. 2nd Nets My left eye has been entirely subsumed by the Void. I can see strange shifts in the light, but it is mostly endless darkness. I find it difficult to focus on my work. 11th Darkness My pen slips from my hand even as I try to write these words. My fingers have grown cold and numbed to all sensation. Some have even fused together in an amalgam of stone. I am exalted.”

- Cultist’s Diary

“It started with hallucinations: Juana Gallardo screaming when her house vanished as she unlocked her front door. Miners returning from the depths with hair-raising tales of tunnels appearing, already quarried and cleared, beneath their pickaxes. But soon the entire town was awash in the unexplainable. The first time I hallucinated, I was working in the Shindaery Mining Company's store, distributing supplies to prospectors fresh off the carriages from Karnaca. I pulled a head-lantern from the shelf and turned to hand it to a customer, but he was gone. The shop was gone. I was standing alone in a dust-swept street, amid tumbled ruins. It was North Quarry Town, but different, as if decades had pressed it into the earth. I blinked, and the vision dissipated. I was left befuddled, staring at a curious customer. Soon, all of North Quarry started flickering in and out of existence. Talk to a friend and they'd disappear midsentence. Roll over in your bedroom and wake up under starry skies. We lost sense of what was real and what was illusory. And it worsened, the town disappearing for days while we camped in caves and spoke in hushed voices. It became unbearable. One by one, my neighbors fled to Cullero, Bastillion [sic] - anywhere but Shindaery. Soon, I was the only one left, wandering deserted streets alone. I'd gone half-mad with loneliness, roaming mine shafts deep into the mountains, when I stumbled upon a giant Eye. It seemed to hum with power, beckoning me. And when I touched the Eye, understanding exploded within me. The invisible layers of the universe were laid bare to me. I left the mines a wiser woman, Shindaery's secrets a mystery no more. I witnessed no more vanishings. Forever after, the town remained stone solid for me”

- Lost Days at Shindaery: A Memoir

“Any child knows the constellations above the Isles. The Captain at the Helm, the Tusked Leviathan, the Vain Duchess, the Scaled He-Goat, the Moth-King. Tales older than the Outsider himself, patterns read long ago by the fearful and the ignorant to create meaning from the emptiness that engulfed them. The supposed significance of one’s birth in relation to these signs is a common folk tale. Those born under this or that set of stars will be lucky, or obedient, or stubborn, or proud. This is, of course, simple superstition. But what may be read in the stars is of greater substance than the fortunes of the unimportant masses. The night’s sky foretold the necessity of the Outsider, and urged the Envisioned to seek out the wretch who would become him. It is not simply the movement of these distant stars, but when they blink out into nothingness that tells us what the Void requires. Alongside the migration of birds and the entrails of certain animals, the disappearance of several prominent celestial lights urged the ancient Envisioned to take a helpless orphan and create the Outsider from his wretched flesh.”

- We Watch the Stars, by F.H. Clapp

“However, many such attempts are failures. Long are the lists of potential incantations, sacrificial animals, and bodily fluids which are said to compel the Outsider to appear; none are successful. But yet there remain scattered, firsthand accounts of people—bearing on their flesh what is known colloquially as the ‘Outsider’s Mark’ which we recognize as the symbol engraved in whalebone runes—seemingly communing with these altars and, when they wake, are able to recount specifics of the Outsider’s voice and appearance which do not vary substantially in their description.”

- Can The Outsider Speak? An analysis of his visitations (3)

“2nd, Month of Darkness I am now certain the meaning of that script adorning the flesh of those few who encounter the Outsider. It is his name- the name he lost when he merged with the Void. And if this name is returned to him, the old ritual performed by the Envisioned years ago would be undone. This revelation sends shivers down my spine. What I hold is the catalyst that could undo everything our collegiate has accomplished. 11th, Month of High Cold The ancient language tantalized me still. The pronunciation was never formed for any earthly tongue. Perhaps these people, long ago, spoke with the spirits? But speculation is one of the many pitfalls which threatens the errant philologist. To pursue this further would necessitate transgressing the deepest commandment of our order. No one has entered the Ritual Hold since the Outsider merged with the Void. But to find one of those cursed spirits to read this language... It intrigues and frightens me in equal measure.”

- Malchiodi’s Diary

"The topography of the Void is dependent upon reality to supply the base material for it to mirror. However, there is one place that has no referent in our world, though I know the Void sees into our hearts. My fellows call it the Ritual Hold. Some say it is a cradle, others say a tomb. The Outsider himself resides there. To even approach the gate to that place is sacrilege, and even then the Void itself keeps it shut to living eyes. Truly, the Ritual Hold exists outside of time itself. It would be as futile as it is forbidden to enter. These are thoughts for another time. My research into this ancient alphabet continues. Some remnants of their phonemic qualities are preserved in our oldest writings. The language possesses an unusual amount of diphthongs, reliant on distinctions in tone and pitch to convey meaning. 'Ch', 'th', 'sh'... These symbols... I know the very nature of the Void runs through them. But is it a dead language, or the language of the dead? Perhaps that could be the title of my next monograph...”

- On the Ancient Alphabet & the Ritual Hold

“Ah... There they are. The terrible beasts. The leviathans of legends. Even our oldest writings detail sightings of these creatures in the Void. Their affinity for this place is well known. But still, a rarity! And here, now, so many! They drift through the Void as if it were the depth of some placid sea. Do they bear witness? Oh, such secrets they must know! And listen what music they make! We had neither the means nor the opportunity to record them until this moment, But now! Oh, how they bellow! It reminds one of a lullaby, or an elegy. We have never seen the whales in such numbers. They are... congregating. But why? For whom does this choir sing such baleful lamentations? It feels as if their song could end the world.”

- Terrible Beasts Can Sing

#Dishonored #DOTO #Death of the Outsider #+ every cultist and their leaders think they can drink Billie's blood to gain her magic #like the witches in D2 + Delilah think they can gain Corvo/Emily's magic by scooping out their brain #however that works #A collection of witchcraft in the series

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xxkellsvixen19xx · 6 years ago

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HC for blood rituals with Michael!

Headcanon Blood Ritual With Michael Langdon...

Requested by anon

Warning: Satanic Ritual, References of Satan, Satanic Symbols Including Pentagram/Satanic Incantations/Ritual Room Or Alter/Blood As Well As Consuming Blood, Smut

Word Count: 1, 814 (I know kinda long can't help it lol 😂)

*Michael uses Satanic and blood rituals as a means of communicating with his father. This can serve quite a few purposes…

1. For a period of emotion and release. It is a period of mental exercise and physical relaxation. Inner reflection and outward expression go hand in hand.

2. A ceremony to aim towards expanding his mind, to allow his father to break barriers and for him to express himself.( The more barriers broken, the more clearly he can see)

3. Used as a means of self-expression, to wean away taboo and mental barriers, rather than suppression or focusing on guilt complexes.

4. To willingly assume the animalistic attributes of purity, honesty and increased sensory perception.

5. To help bolster the will of his father, offering Michael direction through increased focus.

6. To set the him on the road to his own personal discovery where it brings to light what he might achieve.

*A quiet place is chosen to reflect, speak to as well as listen and be completely open to anything that his father has to say. (This can be referred to as a state of mind so it's best to be open minded and ready to hear what Satan has to say).

*This space can a room or an alter and personalized to specific needs, Michael often chooses a quiet room. Candles are lit as well as Cinnamon or Sandlewood incense.

*The use of blood in Michael's case is used. It is a symbolic death and rebirth, as literal bodily birth that involves bleeding. Blood is typically seen as very powerful. Blood sacrifice is considered by him along with, ritual magic, and spell casting to intensify his powers.

1. Using a dagger he makes deep cuts down both of his forearms or wrists. If Y/N is also involved then both have the same deep cuts in the exact same spots. (Michael is quite powerful so it doesn't take much to heal the cuts regardless of how deep they may be.

2. When both Michael and Y/N are involved each there is consumption of blood. This is regarded as producing energy useful in means of sexual, as well as a healing, or mental stimulus.

*A pentagram is painted on the floor (tile floor specifically) using their combined blood. The Pentagram signifies the domination of the mind over the elements. The demons of air, the spirits of fire, the phantoms of water, and the ghosts of earth are enchained by this sign.

1. A very important note on this… The Pentagram is a powerful symbol representing the operation of the Eternal Spirit and the four elements, the single point upward representing the rule of the Divine Spirit over the world of matter.

2. Used as a means of protection.(is a temporary, but effective, space in which to recoup one's forces.)

*Michael & Reader both raise their hands above their heads, they seek to contact his father. They lower their arms, they imagine his presence, which is their greater selves descending upon them from above as a brilliant ray of light, permeating through them and with the divine influence of his father.

1. Michael draws a circle around the pentagram, The Circle must be complete, continuing in an unbroken line from Pentagram to Pentagram. The impression should be a ring of light studded in four places with stars of flame.

*In some cases his ritual space there were inverted crosses, Y/N naked, and a beast-headed participant. (The purpose was to separate the participant from the outside world. Wearing a black devil suit, complete with a cape and horns, the fiendish imagery of the devil in the flesh.

*When Y/N is at the altar, she serves as the Whore, goddess or feminine element that is a sexual sacrifice. She lays on the altar as Michael recites his verses.Y/N represents the image and promise of lust upon the altar. (Y/N's role as a sexual being,is seen as the (virgin) maiden instead of the mother-goddess or the dark crone.

*Michael recites the following: "Oh hear the Infernal Names of :Abaddon, Kali, Sekhmet, and Dagon Drink from your chalice.Turn clockwise, pointing your athame, cane, or sword at each quarter and call forth the Princes of Hell: Satan from the north, Lucifer from the West, Belial from the south, and Leviathan from the east."

*During the evocation, Michael calls upon his father to commune. When he appears he takes control his body. (Satan opens a channel of communication through Michael)

*When satan enters the ritual room he gives y a clear signal something will fall or move or you will hear a crackling sound from the candles. ( you both make yourselves sensitive to the signals that appear during ritual)

*Mediums of communications with satan can include the following…

1. Vision: Y/N and Michael may see his father physically with your open eyes with the strong perception of your minds raising the demon in front of both you so he can been seen by your naked eye.

2. Voices: both of you can hear demons voices during the ritual.The sound of crackling candles is the most common event which occurs when Satan enters the realm. So any kind of low sound or a very high type of voices can be observed during summoning process.

3. Dreams: there are times that Michael's father chooses to communicate to either or both of you through your dreams.

4. Emotions: A sudden change in either of your emotions indicate the presence of a demon or Michael's father. The rushing of blood suddenly indicates the presence of the supernatural and unseen power around Michael and Y/N.

*Evocation to Michael's father at times can include Scrying or gazing into the mirror in order to see Michael's father as he appears before you both.

*Invocation: Invocation is the process in which Michael's father enters his body. Michael and his father have a direct connection through his physical body. Once Satan enters Michael's human body by the process of invocation his voice changes. His face turns white and his eyes pitch black (this is known as the white faced demon).

*A blade and a chalice are set up nearby, the contents of the chalice is Michael's and Y/N's blood mixed. Michael recites the following to Y/N during the ritual: “ I pledge my soul, ever to your service. Like this blade my love for you will be strong and enduring, so that our lives together will always be protected. Accept it, my beloved, and with it all that is mine becomes yours.” he pauses a moment. “ I will always be your true friend, to love you and lend you aid and protection. By seed and root, by bud and stem, by leaf and flower and fruit, by life and love, in the name of Satan, I, Michael, take you, Y/N, to my hand, my heart, and my spirit.”

*Y/N recites to Michael: “ I pledge this chalice, as I pledge my soul, ever to your service. As from this cup, my love for you will pour forth so that our lives together will be nourished. Accept it, my beloved, and with it all that is mine also becomes yours.” you takes both of his hands in yours. “ I will always be your true friend, to love you and lend you aid and protection. By seed and root, by bud and stem, by leaf and flower and fruit, by life and love, in the name of Babalon, I, Y/N, take you, Michael, to my hand, my heart, and my spirit.”

*Michael recites: “ This bond I draw between us; when we are parted in mind or body, there will be a call in the core of us, one to the other, to which nothing and no one else will answer. By the secrets of the earth and water is this bond woven, unbreakable, irrevocable. By the law that created fire and wind is this bond written in our souls.” (Y/N's hands are bound by rope of which he removes)

*Michael: “ Our vows have been made before my father. Our vows, are without beginning or end. They are the physical representation of our promises to each other's spirits.”

*Michael dips the blade into the chalice, he takes the blade smearing blood across Y/N stomach and carefully across her neck, breasts and thighs. ( this marks you as his own)

*Y/N does the same smearing blood across Michael's stomach, chest, neck, and very lower abdomen (Just above his cock, in turn this marks him as yours)

*”Father join us as one.” Michael replies, once more taking the dagger he reslices one of his forearms open allowing the blood to drip freely across your naked body in various spots. He brings his arm to your lips instructing you to drink his blood, without any hesitation that's exactly what you do. His blood is full bodied with a woody flavor with notes of cinnamon very rich.

*Y/N takes the dagger slicing open one of her forearms once more as well. Her blood adorns his body like a perfume, he brings her arm to his lips. Due to your blood type your blood is smooth with hints of honey with a surprisingly floral finish. Michael loved the taste it was sweet it was sensually arousing to him.

*Michael looks at your naked body covered in both of your combined blood, “ all that blood looks good on you, it really brings out your eyes.” He all but groans out.

*Michael uses one of his knees to pry open your legs exposing you to him. When he mounts you your breath hitched as he entered you, “so tight my Lilith.” He whispers in your ear. Your walls tighten around his length causing a growl of arousal from him you felt certain the length & thickness of his cock would surly rip you open from inside out. He gave you a moment to adjust to him before taking slow even thrusts. The pain subsided and pleasure taking over, you met his thrusts bucking your hips under him. “I am all yours love.” He whispered a feeling of pure raw sexual ecstasy washed over you, you could feel an orgasm edge closer & closer.

*“M-Mich…” You pant breathlessly, he pulls you into the position of straddling him his entire length inside you. You threw your head back eyes closed enjoying the feelings that pulsated through you. Both your bodies so much in perfect tune your walls tightened once more as you both hit an orgasm simultaneously causing the pentagram surrounding you both to catch fire. Opening your eyes looking deeply into his both of which were pitch black. “Ave Satanas..” both of you chanted at once.

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#ahs #ahs apocalypse #michael langdon #cody fern #headcanon request #headcannon

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tk-duveraun · 6 years ago

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“ you have to stop — at this rate you’ll — ” Fox, Ela and Amrita on the field. Your choice of Power Couple / Teenage Runaways.

Teenage Runaways, post Adamant with Amrita cameo. Warnings for minor violence, see my note on why no read more, though I do apologize for the inconvenience. I wrote this on my stream! :O

The rift pulsed with sickly green light that washed out what little color remained on the sand-blasted hillside in the Western Approach. Fox and Ada slowed their horses to look down into the canyon at the writhing tear in the Fade. Spindly terror demons stalked around it. To a layman, they looked like they were hunting for prey, but with their experience, Ada and Fox knew they were simply moving erratically in pain and confusion as the realness of the mortal world was inflicted on them.

“We can’t just leave them here,” Fox said. The green light from the rift cast harsh shadows on his face. He stroked his mare’s neck as she whinnied and kicked up sand. “The rest of the support caravans still need to pass through.”

“And the wagons can’t ride along this ridge, so they’ll have to follow the streambed right through…” Ada bit her lip. “But we can’t seal the rift. No one but Ciel can.”

“We can send these demons back to the Fade and then force it into a dormant state. Your father is with the bulk of the forces; if we lock it down he can keep it quiet until they pass.” Fox pulled his staff off of his back and channeled magic through it, trying to sense the demons down in the canyon. His elemental magic snapped and crackled along the ironbark, lightning up the enchantments as it passed.

“Are you sure you can do that?” Ada asked. “Ciel needed help from all of the rebel mages to seal the Breach and that was with my father and Dawen’s advice.

“What choice do we have? The Inquisitor is ahead the rest of the Inner Circle. We won’t be able to catch up to them without riding our horses to death and then by the time we got back the support staff will have reached the rift and we’d find them under attack at best.”

“This is a bad idea, Fox.”

“I agree, Ada’amata, but it’s the only option we have.”

“What about just waiting for Papae to-”

“And have the demons keep appearing and wearing us down through attrition? These terrors aren’t the last of what will come. They’re a week behind us. Can you spend that long constantly on guard? Barely sleeping?”

“Are- Are you- That is, are you going to suppress it? Like Knight- Um, Commander Cullen wanted to do with the last of Templars before they…”

Ada nearly fell out of her saddle with how quickly she spun around. She’d completely forgotten Amrita was travelling with them. It wasn’t difficult, with how silently and unobtrusively Amrita followed. Ada vaguely remembered the mage being more outspoken, but then again, her father had scolded the poor thing rather harshly after the battle at Adamant Fortress. Not that it was unwarranted with how she’d almost worked herself to death, but even so.

Fox didn’t look surprised as he dismounted. He handed his reigns to Amrita, wisps of fire now licking up his arm. “You or your spirits can shield you if anything comes up here, yes?”

Amrita flinched away from the fire, but still took the tack from him. “I can defend myself, yes.”

“Good. If the worst should happen, you are to ride back to the rest of the healers and tell them. Under no circumstances are you to try to assist.”

Amrita looked ready to rebel, and firmly, but instead bit her lip until the thin skin split.

“You don’t have to like it,” Fox said, then turned his back to her. He looked up to Ada. “I do you need your help, Belovèd.”

Ada nodded and jumped down. She removed her greatsword from the harness on her horse and stepped lightly over the sand. Through some trick of magic, Fox managed to keep his boots from sinking into the sand as he lead the way. Though the sparking of his magic should have suggested a loss of control, Ada was comforted by the familiar feel of it against her skin. If she wasn’t so concerned about the upcoming fight, she would have wondered if everyone could feel magic the way she did, or if it was because she had her father’s mage blood.

It didn’t matter. The terror demons attacked nearly from the moment their feet touched the streambed. Ada swung her sword in long arcs and jabbed the point into the soil when Fox’s Lightning magic burst out across the canyon. She didn’t hesitate in her strikes, lunging when she needed to, drawing back to block with her blade and leaping onto heavy vines that burst from the ground just ahead of a terror demon attacking from below.

Though Fox had only added Nature magicks into his fighting routine a year before they joined with the Inquisition, he and Ada may as well have fought with one mind as they danced across the streambed towards the rift. His skill with plants was still clumsy and fumbling, as Ghilenan always criticized, but precise enough for Ada to work with. He mostly used them as platforms to create distance from their enemies, but he could make a barrier in a pinch.

No more demons spawned after the terrors were dispersed back into Fade energy and then Fox and Ada were left staring at the green rent in the air. It was small, tiny enough that it was no surprise Ciel and her party had missed it as they passed, but comparatively. It was as tall as Fox and the edges pulsed ever-wider. He raised a hand and held it near the center where they could just barely see the endless black abyss of the Fade.

“What was it like in the Fade, do you think?” Fox asked, but his voice was not his own. It was distant had a dreamy quality Ada had never heard in all of their years together.

She grabbed his arm. “Fox. Fox- What are you doing?”

“Wha-what?” He blinked and lowered his hand. “Right. We need to force it into dormancy. Amrita had the right idea. I was just going to…”

“You were going to just make it up as you went?” Ada shouted, grabbing his shoulders. “Are you absolutely mad? Did you really think I was going to let you-”

“I wasn’t going to tell you I was making it up at the time. Only after it worked.”

Ada shook him roughly and considered slapping him for good measure, but he looked suitably chastised. Which was to say, not particularly chastised, but a little, and that was as good as she would get with him for now. “You’re not a Templar. Can you even do that?”

Fox tugged on the end of his braid. “I know the theory behind what Southern Templars do. It really is magic in its own right, so I don’t know what-”

“Not now, vhenan. Focus.”

“Right. Of course. The Fade is distracting me. It’s magic, the method is just incredibly ineffective. Seeker Cassandra doesn’t use her talents in front of me or your father and Dawen and I can’t imagine wh-”

“Fox!”

Fox shook himself and patted his cheeks. He took a deep breath and then reached into his pouch of potions. He felt around the corks until he grabbed the single vial of usable lyrium he had. It was rare in the South and so he’d trained to never use it, but faced with this… “Stand back a bit, Ada’amata.”

“Over my dead body.”

He sighed and closed his eyes, knowing he wouldn’t be able to change her mind. He pulled out the cork with his teeth and quaffed the horrific liquid. Mana surged through him and Fox felt his eyes glowing with power. He snapped them open and could suddenly see far deeper into the Fade than the small rift should have allowed. Suddenly he could hear the whispering of tens of demons, each fighting for his attention, each making their own offers. Oh yes, Pride could easily teach him how to close the rift. Look, there’s a blood sacrifice right there.

Fox ignored them and turned his supernatural sight on the edges of the rift. He could see the tear in the Veil, how the edges expanded like cloth unravelling. Oh, but if he could just weave it back together… He poured his magic into the Veil, fascinated by the flow of magic and twisting, contorting images from the Fade. Time ceased to matter. He could hear nothing and wasn’t even sure if his hands still held his staff, though surely they did, since he could feel the enchant-

“You have to stop!” Ada’s words crashed into his ears like thunder. Fox fell to his knees and clutched his head, but still his magic poured into the Veil. “No! Fox, at this rate, you’ll-” Ada lifted him up and threw him bodily away from the rift.

Stunned, Fox blinked up at the sky. It was night. The stars twinkled down on him with guilt-inducing winks. After several long breaths, he turned to Ada. She crouched, panting, next to just the slightest sliver of green. When she saw him looking, she growled. “You!”

Fox tried to speak, but there wasn’t enough breath in lungs. Once that thought processed, weakness crashed over him. He couldn’t even keep his head up. He tried to gasp, but all that he managed was a weak wheeze. Unable to turn his head again, Fox stared at the dark canyon wall.

Ada staggered into his vision and grabbed him by the shoulders, though he could barely feel it. “I am so fucking mad at you right now! How dare you! Don’t you ever fucking do that again!”

He didn’t have breath to apologize, so he just closed his eyes and accepted the rest of her angry rant in silence. She’d get Amrita in a moment, have the girl perform a rejuvenation spell and then they would spitefully make camp and Ada would grumble all night while clinging to him. She’d be mad until he recovered, but he would recover.

He always would, with her looking after him.

#teenage runaways au #cielquisition #amrita trevelyan #elashorei lavellan #fox companion au #apparentlyaveline #ugh this is so long #i am SO SORRY #i really don't want it to be this way #i understand if you unfollow for this trash

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one-of-the-birds · 7 years ago

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Wood & Crystals for Wands

@onyxmagik

I wanted to make this as organized as I could for you and of course for others. I hope you don’t mind!

Please keep in mind that this list is made up of information from my own research and studies as well as personal opinion. You can use any wood or crystals for your own wand. Please don’t feel like you have to stick to my list!

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Traditional Woods & Their Properties:

Oak: Protection, Fertility, Strength, Endurance, & Male Energy

Alder: Alder represents the elements Earth, Water and fire. Magical Strengths: Weather magic, controlling the elements, protecting the dead.

Birch: Perfect wood for yin energy. Magical Strengths: intuition, creativity, love, healing, protection

Rowan: The Tree of Life. Magical Strengths: Healing, extra power, protection, enhanced psychic powers.

Hazel: The Tree of Wisdom and Wishes. Hazel has always been a popular choice among witches for wand making. Magical Strengths: Wisdom, Truth, enlightenment, wishes

Yew: The Tree of Death. A tree sacred to the druids. Magical Strengths: Inner strength, see into other worlds, immortality, change

Willow: The Tree of the Moon Goddess. Magical Strengths: Healing, Protection, summoning spirits

Holly: The holy tree. Tree of the Sun God. Magical Strengths: luck, strength, protection, luck

Manzanita: The element of fire. Magical Strengths: Seduction, enticing, nurturing, force against enemies, guiding light, protection

Almond: Almond was once thought to be the ideal wood for wands and staffs. Magical Strengths: Wisdom, Prosperity, Healing and true love magic

Sequoia (Redwood): The king of trees. Wisdom, strength, protection, creativity, enlightenment.

Wand Crystals & Their Properties:

Angelite (also called Anhydrite): Angelite is a stone of heightened awareness, with special focus on peace and brotherhood. It gives protection in the environment around your body.

Amethyst: Amethyst enhances spiritual awareness and spiritual wisdom, promoting a higher state of consciousness. Amethyst clears and repairs holes in the aura and draws in Divine energy, as well as aligning and fostering cooperation between the energy bodies.

Tourmaline: Tourmaline is very grounding and helpful in releasing stress and tension. They can bring inspiration from higher realms into the chakras for processing within the body. All Tourmaline is thought to balance yin and yang energies, as well as the left and right hemispheres of the brain.

Pyrite: Pyrite is a very protective stone, shielding the user from negative energy of all kinds. Pyrite blocks energy leaks and mends auric tears.

Hematite: Hematite helps to absorb negative energy and calms in times of stress or worry. Hematite is a very protective stone and is great to carry to help you stay grounded in many situations. Hematite is also good for working with the Root Chakra, helping to transform negative energies into a more positive vibration.

Jet: Jet is an excellent stone for use in magic rituals to draw and channel the elements of the earth's energies in a desired direction.

Clear Quartz: Clear Quartz is known as the stone of power and amplifies any energy or intention. Clear Quartz protects against negativity, attunes to your higher self, and relieves pain.

Obsidian: Obsidian draws hidden imbalances to the surface and releases them. The blackness of this stone enhances the ability to reach your inner self. It is one of the earliest known stones to be used for scrying (seeing into the future). Plus it is also extremely good for protection.

Smokey Quartz: Smokey Quartz is a grounding stone that transmutes negative energies and facilitates your ability to get things done in the practical world.

Labradorite: Labradorite is a power stone, allowing you to see through illusions and determine the actual form of your dreams and goals.

Agate: Agates carry a quiet energy that works on the subtle bodies, and are great for achieving stability and balance in many aspects of one’s life. Although they work very slowly and deliberately, this gentle nature of Agate helps them to have a lasting impact.

Aragonaite: Blue Aragonite is a stone that calms emotions and heightens communication, perception, and psychic ability. Brown Aragonite is a grounding stone. It is often used to center and ground physical energies and is very useful during stressful times

Kyanite: Kyanite transmits and amplifies high-frequency energies, making it a great stone for meditation. Kyanite brings a calming, tranquilizing energy to the body. Kyanite clears and calms you in preparation for meditation, and assists in receiving intuitive and psychic thoughts, as well as dream recall.

#wand making #witchcraft #witchblr #crystal properties #wood properties

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palewitchknight · 7 years ago

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Mages

I’ve compiled a bit of my own personal headcanons on how mage classes function and just what can pertain to each. I’ve only included the few basic specs from DAO and DAII as the specs of DAI are more or less similar to the lot. More under the cut.

Although it is very commonplace to see the masses of magic users wielding staves, most mages don’t inherently require staves to cast their spells. It is a more preferred method as it creates a stability that can channel and concentrate magic through the core and with less disastrous results, and for the most part, the staff is considered a more practical method of channeling and casting. Some even consider it an amplifier. A great number of mages may also choose to switch their staff out for something a bit more practical depending on the region (or even the world/universe that they reside in) with items such as wands, spellbooks, orbs, or even tarot cards.

All mages have a minor ethereal glow to their eyes (kind of like how elves have the same sort of thing except the elves’ is more akin the a natural glint like a cats’ eye shine) Some specializations have a more intense glow than others.

Maleficarum: Normally discreet in their projects and achievements, the majority choose to commit themselves to the freeing magic of their own will, and only those raised in the Circle truly become susceptible to demonic possession once they commit as they tend to see that this new freedom is worth the sacrifice. They tend to work either by themselves within their research, or gather in groups or covens where they either cause mayhem, or otherwise work to figure out how to deal with those that do (cause mayhem* this is a very unusual happening but it is not unheard of). Not all Maleficarum are cruel and evil, some of which have only decided to follow the path to gain knowledge, while others took it to gain power to defend themselves and their loved ones. It is known that a Maleficar will eventually go mad, (My Hawke is a prime example of blood magic messing up his brain) and are a hazard to themselves and everyone around them. They can be saved, but only if they are not too far gone or fall under demonic possession. They are most susceptible to severe mental disorders and downright insanity the longer they mess around with manipulative spells.

Notable features: scars along the underside of the arms, chest, and inner thigh. As they age, the sclera (whites) of the eye gradually darken. The older the mage, the darker their eyes. No other mage class (unless dual specialist) will have darkened sclera**)Don’t make eye contact with a hostile blood mage, there is an odd chance that once they get into your head, you won’t be able to get them out. They are feared for a reason. Many offensive Maleficar tend to favor Entropy as a secondary set of magic.The aura around them is usually unsettling, almost sinister and twisted. It has the capability to cause madness to those weak of mind if they linger too long around a blood mage.

Force Mages: Tend to be more active and quick-thinking than most, with their aura to match in regards to giving that sudden “burst of energy” to anyone who stays near them for too long. They love the chance to test out their abilities with telekinesis and otherwise their almost god-like power to manipulate the very weave of the world itself. Force mages are a bit of a mixed bag in terms of their personality and their mindsets. They’re not so easy to pick out among the crowd and especially if there are accusations.

Notable features: They always seem to have this kind of light to their eyes and smiles. Whether hyper or not, they always seem to have energy. Their eyes glow much brighter than the average mage class and tend to have a soft yellowish tint just on the outer ring of the iris.The aura will give anyone a sudden boost of energy, and are generally kind of uneasy, in terms of such, they have a more bouncy type all-over-the-place kind of feel, and many attribute it to hyperactivity which is very rarely the case. They tend to favor Primal magic as a secondary set of magic.

Spirit Healers: They tend to be the most docile of the three main groups, and always seem to shy away from conflict. Many of which are usually kept as healers or otherwise nurses. Though they’re the most heavily watched specialist of the three, they’re very well respected in terms of their ability to seamlessly knit flesh and bone back together. This does not mean that they are not above being cruel or evil people. As every mage is different, this can dictate just who they are more than willing to heal.

Notable Features: Their eyes always seem to be clear, there is a small white ring around the pupil. Their aura is unbelievably soothing, which can actually be quite jarring for others as they’re lulled into complacency. Many claim that these folk are luring them in to drop their guard before they’ll strike. This, most of the time, is not the case.Spirit Healers tend to favor Elemental magic above all else and are quick on the offense. These, along with Force Mages, are usually found within the ranks of armies for their prowess. It’s not wise to make enemies with your healer, but that’s common knowledge.

Shapeshifters: Mages with the innate ability to transform their bodies at will into any non-human creature that they’ve taken immense steps to study. Shapeshifting takes an immense amount of concentration and knowledge of the subject upon which creature they’re turning into. Shapeshifters tend to prefer their solitude, but will readily join in small covens or parties if ever such an occasion arose.

Notable features: In truth, they look more like average folk, though their eyes always have this wild look within them if you gazed long enough.

Little is known about shapeshifters other than the obvious change of shape. For not many choose to share the secrets of their abilities with outsiders or strangers.

Their aura seems to be freeing, to have a sense of freedom just by being around them and can sometimes subject one to the sudden determination to climb a tree or building.

Dual Class Specialization: Dual class specializations have an odd way of mixing up traits and other skills and it’s not widely taught or effective. Many feel that to be specialized in only one skill is perfect for achieving ones goals.

However, there are those that choose to work through two classes and somehow make it work in their favour.

Maleficarum/Force Mage: They have an unsteady aura about them, and the combined darkened sclera and bright eyes in even further with the uneasy atmosphere they bring about. They are highly dangerous, and highly unpredictable.

Maleficarum/Spirit Healer: Their aura seems to neutralize and they can be rather stoic or neutral in emotion. The pure energy of the Spirit Healers’ magic cancels out the darkened sclera trait of the Maleficarum and so they tend to be ignored and only deemed a healer.

Force Mage/Spirit Healer: The unending aura of energy combined with peace is both confusing, and enthralling to experience. They are effective in subduing patients or otherwise. They can boost the morale of their comrades with ease and are widely regarded as powerful entities.

Maleficarum/Spirit Healer/Force Mage/Shapeshifter: There are no records to prove of any changes with any class combined with Shapeshifting, but it is assumed that there are little to no changes from the respective primary classes.

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Earth magic

by Crimsonwolf

INTRODUCTION: Each plant, animal, rock, and other entity has a spirit (consciousness resonance matrix). These spirits can join together, in a hive-mind, as a spirit of an area. Nature spirits include real biological intelligences, are psychically powerful, and are much less abstract and controllable than the Elementals that many magical people who perform all of their rituals indoors are familiar with. They can be extremely powerful allies. It is possible to sense nature spirits, to determine if they are receptive to a ritual planned, and to have them actively participate in magical workings if they are.

SOME EFFECTS OF WORKING WITH NATURE SPIRITS: Spectacular physical manifestations can happen when working with nature spirits in the wild. I have personally seen actual foxfire mark the boundaries of a magic circle at a location that was identified as a receptive power spot and attuned to a planned ritual the day before. I have seen more than one site attuned for ritual be dry and comfortable, with a round hole in the clouds overhead, on days that were cold and rainy at other nearby locations. Birds have joined in rituals, flying around the circle when energy was being raised; and insects, birds and animals have joined in chants. In addition, the wind often responds to invocations. Generally, these spectacular manifestations happen unexpectedly.

With or without such manifestations, nature spirits often will channel tremendous amounts of power into the magic being performed. It is suggested that you do not consciously try for specific manifestations. Let Nature channel her power into the magic in her own way. If approached with respect, nature may give you many pleasant surprises.

Spectacular physical manifestations are not a necessary sign of success. If you need a spectacular manifestation and nature spirits know this, you will get it. The best success in magic is on the inner planes and more subtle than such manifestations. This success involves beneficial changes in consciousness that last and helpful chains of synchronicity. In addition, working with Nature Spirits can also bring a deep sense of partnership with Nature, and bring new levels of attunement.

To get the best results, perform nature spirit attunement several hours to several days before the main ritual. The purposes of such attunement are to find suitable power spots and to get the help of friendly nature spirits. This timing gives Nature time to gather her children and to prepare to actively participate in the main ritual.

WHAT TO NOT DO: If nature spirits are approached with disrespect by attempting to command them rather than listening to them and inviting them to work with you, nature spirits may flee, rebel, or attack. I once attended a ritual by some pseudo-Crowleyites who attempted to perform the "Ritual of the Barbarous Names" at a power spot in a forest and then to extend the circle several hundred yards in all directions.

While the forest in general had loud insect and frog noises, the area at which the ritual took place got quiet immediately when the main ritualist declared that all spirits were subject unto him. The vibes from nature could best be characterized as "Oh yea, Mother...!" One participant was quickly possessed by an angry spirit and kept repeating "You killed my children, your children will never live in peace." When the priestess stepped out of the boundaries of the original circle, she was attacked by bees; and bees covered the Book of the Law. Magicians should know better than to attempt to command spirits whose true names they do not know!

CALLING NATURE SPIRITS: To make the most out of working magical ritual in the wild, one should find power spots where nature spirits are receptive to the ritual planned and approach the spirits with respect, as equals. In my experience, the most effective power spots for working with the living intelligences of nature are located in wild areas with diverse, active ecologies.

When entering a wild area to find a site for a ritual, find a place that feels good. Then do the following, either individually or, if in a group, as a guided meditation:

o Relax, while standing upright, and focus on your breathing. Breathe deep breaths from the diaphragm. Breathe together if in a group.

- Feel the wind, and let it relax you and awaken your spirit within, as your deep breathing takes you into non-ordinary reality.

- Picture, in your mind's eye, a light inside you. As you breathe, feel the light expand, purify and energize you as it expands to fill your aura.

- Feel yourself glowing, balanced, purified, and full of power.

- Connect with your inner self (your higher self), and feel your intuitive self operating.

o Feel yourself as:

- The wind, full of life and intelligence, communicating with all round.

- The Sunlight, warm, alive, channeling the power to communicate with nature and energizing all around.

- Water, emotional, intuitive, refreshing, and connected with nature.

- The Earth, and note how your physical body is able to wander while remaining part of Mother Earth.

o Focus on your spiritual self, and:

- Note the light within and feel it as love,

- Expand the light and love beyond the immediate aura of your body to the surrounding area

- where you will go to find a power spot and contact nature spirits.

o Telepathically (by thinking while channeling the love and light energy) send out signals to nature spirits to emerge and be aware of your presence.

- Say why you have come, and invite them to join in sharing, mutual celebration, and the work you intend.

- Visualize the light and love energy you are channeling extending out and merging with the light from distant places.

- Feel the power of the Earth flowing up through your body and feet. - Feel the power from the sky, and channel this power also to further energize the carrier signal of light and love for communicating with nature.

- Visualize the light expanding and merging.

- Continue to send out telepathic signals.

o Now go deeper:

- Close your eyes, sit on the Earth, and feel your connection while you channel more light and love.

- Continue modulating the light and love with your thoughts

- inviting receptive spirits to join with you and to make themselves known.

- If in a group, someone should start playing a drum at a rate of about one beat per second; and you should listen to the drum and let the drum take you deeper.

- Affirm that you are a nature magician, a medicine person, who knows and communicates with nature. Let this part of yourself emerge to full consciousness. Let the drum and the connection to your inner self awaken that part of yourself that naturally communicates with other life forms. Let it awaken your telepathic senses.

- Continue sending telepathic signals to nature.

- When you feel ready and an inner urge to begin, open your eyes a crack and look around, while continuing to channel love and light and telepathically calling for a response.

- You may see light coming from certain areas that are receptive. You may get other signals, such as a feeling of power or love returning in a certain direction. Perhaps the type of response to this work will be unexpected; follow your intuition in interpreting it.

- You may test your connection by communicating (mentally) instructions for signals for yes/no responses (such as light getting brighter for less and darker for no) and then mentally ask questions and observe the responses.

o When you have found an areas that seems to be responsive and receptive, begin walking to the area, while beaming love energy. Extend your aura to the area and sense the energy.

ENTERING A POWER SPOT:

Before entering a power spot, ask permission to enter. If the response is good, enter; if not, locate another more receptive area.

When entering the power spot, look around. Perhaps the responsive energy will be concentrated around some singularity (a bush, a tree, a specific branch, a moss covered rock, or other entity that stands out). Perhaps the energy will be more general. Use your intuition and feedback from the spirits to guide your actions.

If it feels right, send out a signal that you would like to touch the singularity (or the ground) for better communication. If the response is good, approach beaming love energy, and then touch or hug the singularity (or the ground).

Treat the spirits as you would other Pagans you meet for the first time - be sensitive, open, and listen.

DEEPENING COMMUNICATION WITH NATURE SPIRITS:

o Now that you have made contact with spirits that seem receptive, deepen the communication:

- Breathe deep breaths from the diaphragm, and with each breath, feel more refreshed.

- Now imagine that your spine is the trunk of a tree; and, from its base, roots extend deep into the Earth. Deep into the rich moist Earth.

- With every breath, feel the roots extending deeper

- Feel the energy deep within the Earth and within the waters of the Earth. Feel your roots absorbing nourishment from the Earth and from its waters.

- Feel the moist, warm energy rising.

- Feel it bursting up from the Earth and rising up your spine, like sap rises in a tree.

- Feel the energy rise to your crown chakra (at the top of your head).

- Now imagine that you have branches, branches that sweep up and then bend down towards the Earth, like the limbs of a willow.

- Feel the branches extending and interweaving with your surroundings.

- Feel the warm, moist energy of the Earth flowing through your branches. As it flows, feel yourself being purified, centered, and connected to the Earth.

- Feel the power from the Earth flowing through your branches and then down back to the Earth, like a fountain.

- Note how your branches absorb energy from the air. Also, feel them receiving light (fire) from the sky.

- Feel the energy from above penetrating deep through your body into the Earth.

- Feel the warmth of the Earth rising also. - Feel the energy circulating.

o Notice how your branches intertwine with the branches of energy surrounding you.

- Feel the energy dancing among your branches and the branches around you.

- Notice how your roots also intertwine with underground energy channels.

- Feel the energy dancing between your roots and the surrounding energy patterns.

- Notice how you and the life around you are rooted in the same Earth, breathing the same air, receiving the same fire, drinking the same water, sharing the same underlying essence. You are one with the magical grove.

o Telepathically mention the time in the past when nature spirits and people communicated regularly and the need to establish such communication now. o Test your connection by asking questions and observing the responses.

WORKING WITH NATURE SPIRITS:

o Explain to the spirits the purpose of your coming to them and the nature of the ritual you plan. o If the spirits you contacted are receptive:

- Explain to them the details of the ritual and invite them to provide ideas.

- Listen, you may receive suggestions on how to improve the ritual. Such suggestions may come in the form of hunches, visions, answers to yes/no questions using pre-arranged signals, or in other ways.

- Explain what type of space is needed and ask what the best place to perform the ritual is.

- You may see light or get other psychic signals leading you to other sites, or you may be at one of them.

- You may also ask what the best places for other aspects of the planned work are (picnicking, individual vision quests, etc.).

- If preparation of the site is needed (removing briars, preparing a fire circle, etc.) ask permission of the spirits before proceeding with such action.

- Before you leave the power spot, tell the spirits you have contacted when you plan to return to do the ritual (visualizing the associated lunar and solar aspects can help with this communication).

- Invite them to join in the ritual when you return and to bring their friends.

- Ask if it would be best to return silently, with drums, with chanting, or with some other form of approach.

- You can also ask the spirits to provide guidance for working in balance and to provide a teacher to provide further guidance.

o Before you leave the power spot:

- Thank the spirits,

- Channel love energy,

- Trigger your memory of the experience, and

- If it feels right, leave an offering of tobacco, or beer and honey poured on the ground (or other suitable material).

o Leave in peace and love. o Proceed to other sites that were indicated by the spirits, doing similar meditations at each site. o If you need something, like a staff, a Maypole, or a wand, you can also ask where you can find it and follow the guidance you receive (not slavishly, but as you would guidance from another Pagan). o Before leaving the general area in which you found power spots and contacted nature spirits:

- Channel love energy towards the receptive sites you found,

- Thank the spirits of the land,

- Pull back your roots and branches,

- Ground any excess energy into the Earth (placing your hands on the Earth, breathe in any excess energy, and channel the energy down your arms, while visualizing and feeling the energy going into the Earth), and

- Leave in peace and love.

o Naturally, you should leave the area at least as clean, and preferably cleaner, than you found it. o If you work with techniques of Wicca or Ceremonial Magic, you may find that by casting a circle, calling the Elements, the Goddess, the Gods, and the local nature spirits while you are at receptive sites, you may be able to greatly increase communication. o Through the use of drums and other power raising techniques, it is even possible to energize receptive nature spirits. The results can be very interesting. If with a coven, such circles can be done as part of a group attunement to a power spot you have located. o If you do not get good feelings in response to your explanation of the ritual and are unable to come up with a ritual that gives good responses, do not try to force a good response. You would only be fooling yourself.

- Thank the spirits for their attention.

- Ask them why they are not receptive (if it feels right and they are communicative).

- Trigger your memory.

- Pull back your "roots and branches," return any excess energy you feel into the Earth.

- If it feels appropriate, leave an offering of tobacco or other appropriate material, out of respect for the spirits.

- Move to a more receptive site.

o If it is hard to find a site that is really receptive, you should: - Consider any impressions you got of why the nature spirits weren't receptive in the area you were in, and re-think your plans for a ritual, as necessary and appropriate. - It may also be appropriate to look for another general area in which to find a suitable power site that is receptive to the work planned.

WHAT TO DO WHEN RETURNING: It can be very powerful to purify and center yourself and to attune to the spirits of the land using the techniques previously described for calling nature spirits immediately upon returning to the site.

Often, individuals may have found small specific power spots to which they have a special attunement, where the spirits are interested in participating; but where the site is too small, has too much vegetation, or is otherwise unsuitable for the main ritual. Individual attunement to the spirits in such areas and inviting them to participate in the main ritual can be worthwhile.

Then approach the main ritual site using the previously arranged technique. You should have the details worked out with the spirits of the land. An exceptionally powerful technique involves doing a procession through or past receptive power spots, inviting nature spirits to join as you pass each power spot, and then moving to the central power spot for the main ritual. If participants are at individual power spots, they can join the procession as it passes nearby.

When consecrating space in the wild, or casting a circle, do not set up the perimeter as a barrier to all outside forces; it should be a beacon to attract friendly nature spirits, a container for holding magical power, and a barrier to spirits who it isn't right to be with.

One thing that is fun and worthwhile in nature is to bring instruments, such as a rattle, a flute and/or a drum, to tune in to nature's sounds, and to make music in time to nature's sounds. You may be able to get some very interesting back and forth exchanges of music going with selected creatures of the wild, and get into an amazing jam session.

After the work is complete, be sure to thank the spirits for their participation. Libations and other offerings may also be left for the spirits during and/or after the ritual.

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS: There are other ways of working with nature spirits. This is one approach. The author thanks Selena Fox for teaching the basic guided meditation technique for locating and contacting nature spirits at a tranceworking session sponsored by the Chameleon Club (part of the Association for Consciousness Exploration) in 1981, Vicky Smith for editorial review of this article, Isaac Bonewitz for the outline of the expanded tree meditation, and Carlos Castenada, Black Eagle, Pasha, the Goddess, the Gods, and various nature spirits for teaching the rest of the good methods. Most of this article is an expansion of an article by the author titled "Finding a Sacred Grove for Druid Initiation" by Larry Cornett, published in The Druid's Progress and in Amaranth Anthology.

By Larry Cornett

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