#2024/10/29

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George tweet 2024/10/29

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松茸を頂いたので初物はいつも2人で食べるのがお決まり。松茸ご飯をおにぎりにしたよ。今日も遅くまで提出書類に追われて、お仕事中のダーと一緒に軽食をパクり。

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ミュージックマン @musicman_net 2024/10/29(火) 19:46:36 藤巻亮太、6年目は“原点回帰”年末恒例の「Premium Concert 2024」開催 #藤巻亮太 https://musicman.co.jp/artist/640940

https://x.com/musicman_net/status/1851214041517342834

[7taiyou5kinsei]

2024-10-29 火曜日

・今日の星の動き

今日は月がサインを移動します。

おとめ座♍️から、てんびん座♎️への移動。

月がてんびん座に移るのは、13:29です。

現実と感情のバランスを上手く取ることで、前進していける時。夢を見るだけではなく、現実的なこと（金銭、業績、肩書き）もチェックしてみると、前進できそう。

①昨日から引き続き午前5時ごろまで、月は蠍座の水星とセクスタイル。

感情を表す月が、思考の水星とソフトアスペクトで結びつきます。

考え事に向いてる時。

日付を超えて夜遅くまで起きてる人は、考え事が捗りますが、なるべく早く寝ましょう。

②0時ごろから19時ごろまで、月は３つの天体とアスペクトを取ります。おうし座の天王星と、うお座の海王星と、やぎ座の冥王星です。現在この３つの天体は小三角形を形成中で、そこに月が参加します。月の参加により、カイト🪁という図形を形成します。

日常を超えた氣付きがあるかも。

感情を表す月が、「独立・改革」の天王星と、「夢見・直感」の海王星と、「徹底力」の���王星とアスペクトを取ります。

月に対して、1番影響が大きい天体は、この中で唯一ハードアスペクトを結ぶ、うお座の海王星です。

夢や直感から何かを得ることがあるかもしれません。

月は受動的な天体で、あまり積極的に自分の能力として使う天体ではありません。行動に移すというよりかは、反応に近いです。

この「夢見・直感」の海王星から受けたパワーは、③で活かすことができそうです。

③2時ごろから15時ごろまで、月はかに座の火星とセクスタイル。

おとめ座の月、おうし座の天王星、やぎ座の冥王星で土のグランドトラインが形成されます。そこにかに座の火星が、やぎ座の冥王星とオポジジョンを取ることで、もう一つ、カイト🪁という図形をつくります。

おとめ座の月が②で受けた、夢見のパワーを、かに座の火星と調和させることで、上手く使いこなしていけそうです。

かに座の火星は、やぎ座の冥王星とオポジジョンで、力を酷使し切らないといけないような極端な状況にあります。

かに座は水のエレメントで、感情を表すので、心理的にプレッシャーを感じたりということがあるかもしれません。

ですが、土のグランドトラインが出来ているので、金銭・物質面ではラッキーなことが起こりやすい配置です。プレッシャーを乗り越える援助がありそう。

鍵を握るのは、おうし座の金銭力・おとめ座の実務能力・やぎ座の組織力です。このどれかを活用して、上手く進みましょう。

うお座の海王星も見守るような配置なので、厳しい状況でも夢は見失わずにいれそうです。

・まとめ

今日は自分の感情と現実とのバランスを取りたい1日です。

自分のいだいている夢を、現実に着地させるには、どうしたらいいのか葛藤することがあるかもしれません。

今回出現する星の配置には、一般的に「幸運」と呼ばれるものがあります。ですが、幸運に甘えていれば、シビ��な状況に耐え抜く力は育てることができません。

ラッキーを感じてもそれに甘えずに、現実を振り返って、改善点などがないか探してみましょう。

📢おまけ

昨日個人ブログを更新しました。

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What are you

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[dailynaeleon]

2: kitty collector

[vhscorp]

Elle avait la peau si pâle que son rouge à lèvres lui faisait comme une blessure au visage…

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[andi-studies]

29/10/2024 • 303/366

pretty good day all things considered, was struggling to get my words right but i still managed to get the stuff i wanted to do done today, also played badminton

sociology of mental health: finished the notes for my lecutre and seminar from week 2, found it easier to do the notes written out on my laptop first

[georgenotfound-archive]

Dream replied to George 's tweet 2024/10/29

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Aaron and Eve (2019/2024)

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USENの音楽情報サイト「encore（アンコール）」 @encore_inf 2024/10/29(火) 19:04:25 藤巻亮太 毎年恒例となっているワンマンライブ「Premium Concert 2024」、「THANK YOU LIVE 2025」の開催を発表！さらに「THANK YOU LIVE 2024」の映像作品化も決定！

https://e.usen.com/news/news-release/-premium-concert-2024thank-you-live-2025thank-you-live-2024.html #藤巻亮太 #THANKYOULIVE2024 #THANKYOULIVE2025

https://x.com/encore_inf/status/1851203428837670981

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[justformula1]

Oscar got a track limit and there for drops down to p7

[shes-some-other-where]

June of Doom Day 2, 10, 13, 24, 29

“It didn’t have to be this way.” | Made to Watch | “Can you hear me?” | Fear | Adrenaline | Blankets | Delirium

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Contains: gore, death, blood, magic side effects (nosebleed, coughing up blood, collapse), blurred lines between reality and unreality, heavy insinuation of noncon/SA, past character death/minor whump

WC: 870

Threads of sorrow and screams

Dreams took him, but the seer couldn’t tell if they were sleeping or waking visions. It mattered little; they hurt the same. They wove the same horrors, threads of sorrow and screams spun into ghastly tapestries.

He watched, cowering, as the room that was his prison became the dreamscape, bringing with it a figure from his darkest nightmares.

His brother.

No, he thought. Not today. Not when their sister was suffering unknown torments, too. Not after the prince had so gloatingly admitted what he’d done, yet left enough mystery to the details that the seer knew his mind and conscience could never, ever rest.

Please, no, the seer pleaded, but of course, it was just a vision, and of course, he had no voice.

The spectral child—frozen in time within a round, rosy body, eight or nine years old—met his gaze. The seer fell backwards in horror, tripping over his chain. It saw. It knew.

Darkness, darkness, sucking him in deeper, devouring him, his soul, his entire being. Rushing, wailing wind. Seething, heaving breaths. Running footsteps. Shrill screams, the harrowing cries of someone in unimaginable agony.

Stop! he wanted to roar. Stop, please!

It never did, never, never, no matter how he yearned for escape.

His silent pleas became a voice, but the voice was not his.

“Please, stop, please! You don’t have to do this!”

His brother at his side. Older now. Seventeen. Cold, dead. A decaying corpse.

Not his voice.

“Please, please, don’t! Don’t! I—”

The seer clapped his hands over his ears. Loud, too loud. He didn’t want this. He’d never wanted this.

It didn’t have to be this way, said his brother, as wordless as he, yet his meaning dug into the seer like fanged worms, burrowing deep.

Light. Blinding. Piercing. A bed with bloodied blankets.

Red. Silk. A thud, a slap, a groan.

You did this to me. His own thoughts, never spoken. Haunting him, surrounding him, drowning him. You did this to me.

It didn’t have to be this way.

His sister sobbed, and his brother’s throat tore open, gushing blood.

You did this to me. His brother, seventeen and broken and bleeding and dead. His sister, weeping and broken and bleeding and—

The seer turned away, sobs still echoing all around him, but the vision endured. He waded through a scarlet puddle, bare soles burnt as if by acid, by poison. He stumbled, hit the floor, coated his hands in blood.

The man he’d seen before, the northerner. Bested, caught: a fly in a spider’s web, struggling valiantly but in vain against his bonds. Sweat soaked his hair and tunic; his wrists streamed crimson from fraying skin; ropes bound him fast. He called for help, but he, too, was silenced.

Drowned out by those ear-splitting screams.

The man’s struggles intensified. Just as he paused for a gasping, laboured breath, the chair’s balance tipped, and he fell.

The seer reached out his dripping fingers as if he might right the chair or loosen the ropes. As if he might do anything.

The man flinched as if scalded—as if he’d somehow felt the brush of ghostly fingers over his bound hands.

The seer was whisked away again, leaving the northerner to his fate.

You did this. You did this. You did this.

His sister’s cries grew silent.

No.

No—

A window, a roar of frustration, a moonlit night. The seer fell to his knees, despairing. Such a power, such a gift, and when it mattered the most, it was useless.

“Idiot! Sneaking off like that! I’ll have his hide when he gets back!”

The seer staggered toward the glass. A man, unmistakably furious, pacing anxiously. Concern written on his features in strokes of candlelight.

Blood stained the floor within, soaking in the ooze of his brother’s slashed throat. Red footprints, a trail of gore smeared over old wooden floorboards. Tainted. Cursed.

It didn’t have to be this way.

A fresh scream in the night, muffled and terrified. The fleshy slap of skin against skin.

It doesn’t have to be this way.

He’d never wanted this. In all his anger, in all his rage, in all his hatred—he’d never wanted any of this. Sobbing, he slammed his fist against the glass. 

It shattered.

The man inside leapt away from the explosion of glass shards, startled and astonished. The seer gaped down at his hand, bleeding now, littered with cuts.

Did I . . . ?

When he peered inside again, both his brother and the man had their gazes fixed on him.

Did they hear . . . ?

Can they see  . . . ?

Baring red-stained teeth, with blood bubbling over bruised, greying lips, his brother smiled.

The seer gasped awake, sprawled on the floor of his room, chain tangled around both legs as if he’d been writhing violently in his sleep. He coughed, panicking, clawing at his throat with bleeding fingers. Droplets of red sprayed from his mouth with each cough. Heavy wetness flowed from his nose again.

How did I . . . ?

Desperation, adrenaline, imagination, or madness? He didn’t know.

Certain his throat was torn apart, certain he was about to die, the seer let his eyes close and his body fall.

Somewhere beyond his prison, a shrill scream strangled into terrified, deathly silence.

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