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Auxilium
auxiliary, auxiliaric, auxiliarily
A form of attraction that is based in an unspoken, almost automatic drive to assist, protect, and provide for a mate, especially in fulfilling the roles required for their mutual survival and success as related to their species. This attraction is separate from platonic, romantic, sensual and sexual attraction, although someone may feel auxiliary attraction as well as another form of attraction. This form of attraction is most commonly, but not inherently, expressed monogamously, and is its own umbrella term, as well as being a standalone relationship descriptor.
“I am in an auxiliary relationship. They are my auxilium. I feel auxiliarily towards them.”
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aux! :0? What’s that mean?
uhM !!! not to be cringe but Aux (Auxilium) is my own personal story w ocs (w friends!) and stuff for like 6 years now 💀 its been my fixation for so long its hard to pull away from.
DESPITE THAT ITS REALLY DIFFICULT TO EXPLAIN FSR im horrible at putting words together, basically demons and spirits and monsters and stuff (and humans haj)
basically a guy is trying to revive his brother who was killed when they were kids, eventually he gets a demon patron (the two guys in my pfp!) and they work together to bring him back but it goes wrong and his brother gets corrupted and doesnt remember him blah blah theres more ocs and stuff and ive mostly been working on "side characters" for the past couple years which is where i threw Caboose
I've actually written a little bit of stuff for Aux so while that Caboose fic was my first fanfic, it wasnt my first time writing ever lmao
I mostly post about Aux on my insta ^^ reminder that im an OC artist and rvb is just a really weird outlier LMAO
im slowly ocifyinf Caboose (accidentally) ,which is where aux!Caboose comes in lolol,
Using this ask as an excuse to share a bunch of Aux art ^^ thanks anon sorry in advance LMAO
#my art#auxilium#oc stuff#so sorry for being cringe LMAO#poisoning the rvb water#im trying to supress sharing too much of it here bc i know oc art is super hard to get interactions on tumblr#ask
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shellymarshhugecock said thiey still want to role play
sorry shellymarshhugecock i love you
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Northa gets a long, thin silvery sword, with a pink bow on the hilt.
Easton gets a small, sleek, old-fashioned, silvery rifle with infinite ammunition. A small blue bow is tied on the handle.
Guinevere gets a new staff, made of smooth, polished white wood with pink blossoms on the short branches at the end. At the top is embedded a pink jewel.
Aoki gets a…caster’s halberd?… It’s made of elegant dark wood and has a few blue leaves on it. It’s shorter that Guinevere’s, but still over half of his height. A blue sapphire is embedded in the blade at the end.
As for Arthur?
He gets a sword. A beautiful, powerful sword, the kind of thing you’d see in old stories of heroes and knights. I’m sure we’ve all heard its name: Excalibur.
x1 Auxilium added to inventory!
x1 Custodio added to inventory!
x1 Avalon added to inventory!
x1 Quietus added to inventory!
x1 Excalibur added to inventory!
#Auxilium: help#Custodio: guardian#Avalon: the afterlife of Arthurian myth#Quietus: Comfort/something that causes death#Mainplot#cool weapons tag
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Auxilium Convent School, Dum Dum Ignites Young Minds with "Auxil Exhibicion 2024"
Auxilium Convent School, Dum Dum, Kolkata, hosted a groundbreaking event, "Auxil Exhibicion 2024," on November 8th and 9th, 2024, showcasing the incredible creativity, innovation, and talent of its students. This exhibition was a landmark achievement, going beyond traditional displays to incorporate cutting-edge technology and forward-thinking projects, setting a new standard for educational events in the region.
The event was a vibrant hub of activity, with students from various grades presenting creative models and innovative projects related to diverse subjects. Attendees were captivated by a wide array of exhibits, ranging from science projects demonstrating complex concepts to intricate art installations that pushed the boundaries of creativity.
What set Auxil Exhibicion 2024 apart was its focus on integrating technology into education. Students presented prototypes and projects utilizing cutting-edge tools and techniques, showcasing their understanding of robotics, artificial intelligence, and other advanced fields. This not only highlighted the school's commitment to providing a future-ready education but also underscored the students' impressive ability to adapt and thrive in a rapidly evolving technological landscape.
The exhibition was a resounding success, drawing a large and enthusiastic crowd. Eminent personalities, parents, well-wishers, and students and teachers from neighboring schools flocked to witness the impressive display of talent. The atmosphere was electric, filled with a sense of wonder and excitement as visitors interacted with the exhibits and engaged with the students.
"Auxil Exhibicion 2024" was a testament to Auxilium Convent School's dedication to fostering a holistic learning environment that encourages both academic excellence and creative exploration. By providing a platform for students to showcase their skills and innovative ideas, the school has set a shining example for other institutions in the region. This event served as an inspiration, demonstrating the immense potential of young minds when nurtured and empowered.
The impact of Auxil Exhibicion 2024 extended beyond the school walls, leaving a lasting impression on all who attended. It served as a powerful reminder of the importance of investing in education and providing students with the tools and opportunities they need to succeed in the 21st century. By embracing innovation and encouraging creativity, Auxilium Convent School has paved the way for a brighter future for its students and the community as a whole.
Auxilium Convent School, Dum Dum, has emerged as a pioneer in providing futuristic education in the region, thanks to its collaboration with International STEAM Research (ISR LIFE, USA), the leading STEAM education company. This partnership aligns with the National Education Policy of India, emphasizing the importance of equipping students with essential 21st-century skills such as Critical Thinking, Collaboration, Communication, and Creativity.
The students of Auxilium Convent School have been actively participating in ISR STEAM Experiential Learning classes, where they have been exposed to a wide array of futuristic technologies, including Drones, Robotics, Artificial Intelligence, Coding, Internet of Things (IoT), Augmented Reality (AR), Virtual Reality (VR), and 3D Printing. These classes, conducted by ISR STEAM Experts, have provided students with hands-on experience and practical knowledge, preparing them for the future job market.
The Futuristic Technologies Exhibited at the event is the culmination of the regular STEAM sessions conducted by ISR STEAM Experts for the students of the school. For the first time in the Dum Dum region, students showcased their projects and innovations, demonstrating their proficiency in utilizing advanced technologies, with Auxilium Convent School leading the way. The exhibition featured a diverse range of projects, from drone demonstrations and robotic models to AI-powered applications and 3D-printed prototypes.
The success of this exhibition is a testament to the forward-thinking leadership of the Principal Sr. Aruna and the management of Auxilium Convent School, Dum Dum. Their openness to partnering and collaborating with ISR LIFE, USA, has been instrumental in bringing this transformative educational experience to the students. The school's commitment to providing the best guidance and resources has ensured that students receive top-notch training from experts in the field of STEAM education.
Through the ‘Auxil Exhibicion 2024’ showcasing futuristic technologies Auxilium Convent School has set a new benchmark for educational excellence in the region. The school has demonstrated its commitment to preparing students for the challenges of the future by equipping them with the skills and knowledge needed to thrive in a rapidly evolving world. This event has not only highlighted the students' achievements but also underscored the importance of innovative education in shaping the leaders of tomorrow.
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Auxilium christianorum, ora pro nobis
Celebrando in questi giorni la festa di Santa Maria Ausiliatrice, meditiamo su quanto ognuno di noi abbia bisogno dell’aiuto della Madonna a cui poter chiedere tutto. I santi, questo, l’avevano compreso molto bene, ed infatti devono la loro santità proprio grazie alla sua intercessione. Continue reading Auxilium christianorum, ora pro nobis
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THE DESCRIPTION OF MARY, HELP OF CHRISTIANS Feast Day: May 24
The Blessed Virgin Mary is venerated under the title of 'Help of Christians', because of her motherly protection, especially in times of danger and war.
In the Holy Gospel of John, Jesus entrusted the Church to the protection of Mary at the foot of the cross, when he said to John, who represented all Christians: 'This, is your Mother!'
In the Acts of the Apostles on the day of Pentecost, when the disciples gathered in the cenacle of Jerusalem with fear and trepidation, Mary was in their midst and to convey serenity and faith.
This Marian title was used for the first time in a homily by St. John Chrysostom in the year 345; and it is included in one of the oldest Marian prayers - Sub Tuum Praesidium, which is translated as 'Under Your Protection.'
As the Ottoman Turks were marching against Europe in 1571, Pope St. Pius V asked the faithful to invoked the Blessed Mother under the title of 'Mary, Help of Christians.'
The defeat of the Turks at the Battle of Lepanto on the 7th of October was attributed to her intercession, and the Pope inserted the title of 'Auxilium Christianorum' or 'Help of Christians' in the Litany of Loreto.
On May 24, 1814 to commemorate his return to Rome, Pope Pius VII instituted the liturgical feast of Mary, Help of Christians after six years of imprisonment at the hands of the anti-Christian emperor of France, Napoleon Bonaparte.
This Marian devotion was popularized by St. John Bosco, who built a great basilica in Turin, Italy in her honor, and founded, with Maria Domenica Mazzarello, a religious congregation under the title - The Daughters of Mary, Help of Christians (now called Salesian Sisters of Don Bosco).
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finale from hunchback of notre dame save me
#IM SORRRRYYY THE LATIN WAS JUST SO FUN TO SING#O SALUTARIS!!! SALUTARIS HOSTIA . QUAE CAELI PANDIS OSTIUM!!! BELLA PREMUNT HOSTILLA . DA ROBUR PER AUXILIUM!!!!#SIT!!! SEMPITERNA GLORIA. SIT!! SEMPITERNA GLORIA!! SIT!!! SEMPITERNA GLORIA!! GLORIA!!! GLORIA!!!!!!! SEMPER. SANCTUS!!!!! SANCTUS!!!!!!#IN EXCELSIS!!!!!!!!!!!#augh. so fun#so so fun <3#and the translations… mmmm#o saving victim. who opens the gate of heaven. hostile wars press. give strength bear aid. may there be everlasting glory. always.#sanctuary/holy. on high.#it’s so beautiful <3#blue’s theatre#sorry i’m normal
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Join us as we hold an event in support of the women of Gaza.
We will be hosting former Nobel Peace Prize nominee & founder of Humanity Auxilium Dr. Fozia Alvi and Palestinian American OBGYN and member of PAMA board of directors Dr. Maram Said.
Also hear from Dr. Majdi Abu-Salih president of Al Huda Foundation on what our community is doing and can do to help with the efforts.
Hear our speakers while enjoying a traditional meal and partaking in a silent auction of Thobe dresses.
Thobe hand embroidered dresses will be brought in by Palestinian designer and business owner Ghada Daoud from Chicago.
All proceeds from the event will be divided between two nonprofit humanitarian American organizations with medical teams currently on the ground in Gaza.
People of all genders and faiths are welcome to our event to support the women of Gaza.
When : Sun Apr 28th 2024, 2:00 pm - 4:00 pm EDT
Where: Neidhammer Weddings & Events Center 2104 E Washington St, Indianapolis, IN 46201, USA
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Tech/Reader | 1.5k | Rated E | smut, afab!reader, oral sex, Tech pov (mainly), Tech internal thoughts, slight possessive!Tech
He had never been one for flowery words, but as he closed his eyes he realized he understood now what the poets meant about devouring one another.
a/n: originally started out as a follow-up to auxilium, but ended up just being better as a stand-alone.
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Tech’s sat on your floor, surrounded by communicator parts. He had offered to repair it for you when you mentioned it was malfunctioning. You had agreed, knowing that even if you said it was fine, you'd find it missing one day and returned, good as new, the next.
He comes over to your place more often, now. The first few times you had hovered anxiously, unsure of if you should find some way to entertain him, worried that you were boring him.
"I enjoy being in your company," Tech had stated matter-of-factly, halting your nervous fussing. Since then, you’d relaxed, going about your own activities while he worked on various projects.
He had built you some clever devices, intended to make your life easier. A tea kettle that would ping to your wrist comm, letting you know when it was at the perfect brewing temperature. A sensor on your door that actually worked, so you didn’t have to risk opening it up just to find some drunk passed out on your step.
Tech struggled to give voice to his feelings. He sometimes lacked the nuance that came easily to others regarding certain topics. It was easier for him to simply do. Every time he soldered a wire or tightened a bolt, it was a little testament to his affection towards you.
The sound of the bathroom door caught his attention. He watched as you emerged, toweling your damp hair, dressed only in underwear, content to let the rest of your body air dry.
He appreciated that you felt comfortable enough to share some of your quirks around him. In fact, Tech appreciated many of the small habits he observed in you - this one included, and not just because you were bare. Sometimes, he found himself musing about them while waiting for data to compile or during hyperspace journeys.
The way you flip your tools in your hands idly. There was a callus on one of your fingers, from the friction, and he could sometimes feel it when you touched him in certain sensitive places.
The lines between your eyes, when you frown. The subtle asymmetry of your brows, one rising higher than the other.
He likes that you don’t roll your eyes when he rambles, sitting through many impromptu lectures in good grace. The way that you’ll remember where he last left off, ask genuine questions, and invite him to continue.
He appreciated how he could sense when you wanted him to kiss you: your eyes darting to his lips, hands tensing and relaxing.
He cherished the tremble of your skin under his touch, whether his palm was spread over your abdomen or between your shoulder blades.
You sat on the edge of your bed, towel draped over your arm, looking humorously at the parts spread out on the ground.
“You’re going through a lot of trouble for me,” you joke. “I’d still like you even if you didn’t fix everything I own.”
“It’s no trouble,” Tech replies softly. Your knee is next to his head, droplets of water evaporating into the dry air. He can see the goose prickles on your skin.
A soft smile on your lips. “Don’t you have to go soon?”
Tech hums thoughtfully. His squamates were becoming suspicious of his increased absences. It was Echo who had approached the topic most directly, weeks ago on a long hyperspace transit back to Ord Mantell.
Tech didn’t know exactly why it bothered him or why he felt somewhat possessive over the knowledge. Over you. He had kept his tone neutral in response, hoping Echo would get the hint that it wasn’t something he wanted to talk about. The former ARC trooper didn’t look convinced but had dropped the subject.
It didn’t stop him from paying you a visit the very next day, however. And the day after that. And most days since then.
“Yes,” Tech decides. “But I want to be here.” Placing his hands on your knees, he pushes himself up and over you. You eye him, leaning back to keep his face in view.
He slots himself over your body, pressing his nose just above your belly button. Your skin, still slightly damp, smells wonderful.
“Tech," you mewl halfheartedly. “I just washed…”
He trails his nose down to the apex of your thighs. “You can wash again,” he breathes, kissing the fabric of your panties over your mound.
You must realize it’s a lost cause because you lean back with a sigh and throw an arm over your tired eyes.
He kisses you through the fabric, suckling softly, The fabric grows wetter between his tongue and your slick. He can see the color of your skin through the translucency, swollen and waiting for him. But he has the time, and the patience, and the desire to make this last.
Pulling the fabric to the side, he flicks his tongue over your clit, making you squirm. Your thighs twitch, and he knows you want to prop them up. He obliges you in this way, letting one of them lift over his shoulder. The other he pats, enjoying the plush way they mold under his hand.
More than one previous lover had made remarks about ‘using his mouth for other things’, insinuating that his clever tongue could be used for more than wit. It had never really sat well with him before, the suggestion that he was too much, too talkative, that his mouth would be more useful to them elsewhere.
Tech didn’t feel that way about you. He could spend hours between your legs, memorizing you through touch and taste alone. He took great offense at leaving any job half-done, and this was no exception. He wasn’t satisfied until you were satisfied, and even then he would be so hyper-focused at times that it wasn’t until you’d pry him away with shaking hands that he’d realize you were moments away from passing out from pleasured exhaustion.
Tech moves the hand on your thigh down to ease two long fingers into you. Glancing up, he can see those lines between your brows, eyes screwed shut. He feels you tense and then relax, caught between adjusting to the new sensation and giving in to the continued assault from his mouth.
He’s careful, delicate almost. His tongue curls around your clit, his teeth just barely creating pressure. You pulse with it and he releases, wanting to draw this out further. He likes when you’re desperate for it, writhing and rambling nonsense. It won’t be until you’ve begged, pleaded, bargained that he’ll let you come. Tech likes to be awash in your praise - it makes his cock throb to hear how good he does it, how good he makes you feel.
It’s more than just physical pleasure, too. Tech supposes he could have stopped himself from falling in love with you. Love was powerful and dangerous. It wasn’t predictable and defied attempts at pathology. It required one to give up control and give in to vulnerability. It wasn’t logical, and it wasn’t something he had ever prioritized before. Lust was much simpler in comparison.
You threw unknown variables into the carefully charted graph of his mind, his perception of who he was, and his place in the galaxy.
It was overwhelming, at times. Something that would need to be parsed out eventually, tallied, and taken inventory of. But for now, he channeled it into attending to your body, focusing solely not on what he thought but on what he could feel, on the lust coursing through him.
The shadows on the wall change and the dimmed lights click on before Tech’s finished with you, pulling back to see you panting. This was some of his best work so far, he thinks, wiping his chin absently. His cock, pressing against his blacks, is achingly hard. He lets it pulse as he watches you, enjoying the edging sensation. He’ll let you decide, once you’ve gathered yourself, if you’d like to go any further. And if you decide that you’re tapped out, that’s all right - just as much as he likes to feel your mouth on him or be buried in your cunt, he likes to sit back and have you watch him stroke himself until he’s coming hard over his hands or spraying over your stomach.
You’ll attempt to apologize later, but he’ll quiet you with his lips. Why should you apologize, when you’ve given him as much as you have? When he desires you so intensely? When you sate the monstrous appetite he didn’t know he possessed? He’d have to find the time, the courage, to figure out what it all meant. What he wanted, what you wanted, and what - realistically - was possible.
But now was not that time, he knows, as you push yourself up and pull him closer. Tech holds your head as your trembling hands pull down his blacks, breath leaving him shakily through his nose as you take him into your mouth.
He had never been one for flowery words, but as he closed his eyes he realized he understood now what the poets meant about devouring one another.
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DBDA Promptober ... Day 5 - Magic @dbdpromptober
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"No!"
Edwin barely processed the way that the shout rang through the air, eyes locked with the spell soaring through the air towards his chest. He was going to die.
Edwin hadn't thought much about his death since he started to regain his memories, but he doubted it'd be that bad. I mean, Niko and Crystal were still okay, right? They had each other, and their cases, and… God, from the little bit that David had eased him into regarding his life so far, Edwin wasn't sure that he'd miss much about living.
Well, there was one thing. One guy with a punky style, bright white curls, and the most beautifully radiant smile that Edwin had ever seen. Ghosts didn't age, right? What would that mean for him and Charles? Would the two of them drift apart as Charles grew into adulthood? Would they stay together even though Edwin would stay the same 16 forever? Would Edwin move on alone and leave Charles to grieve?
… He didn't want Charles to cry for him, face twisted in grief as he tried to fend off Mick and save Crystal. He didn't want-
Edwin was jostled from his thoughts as a form covered his view of the spell hurtling towards him, rooting itself right in front of Edwin as it-. "No!" The scream that Crystal let out forced the scene before him to click, everything in slow motion as Charles - sweet, wonderful, selfless Charles - slumped against Edwin. Edwin took hold of him, cradling him as the two crumpled to the floor under the taller's dead weight.
"Charles!" The scream ripped from his throat before he could stop it, before he could even think, and the entire world faded to Charles. His Charles, lips parted and brows furrowed as he whimpered in pain. "Charles." He repeated, name a prayer on his lips as he repositioned himself, cradling his friend's head with one hand as the other clung to his jacket. His eyes were frantic as he examined the younger's body because there had to be something that he could do. Something to stop the way that the crimson blood kept soaking through Charles' bright white shirt.
"Charles, you're gonna be okay. You have to be okay. Please." Edwin begged. He pleaded. Shame was lost to him as he shook Charles ever so slightly, refusing to accept the way that his breathing shallowed as the seconds ticked on and on and…
"Told you…" Charles croaked out, voice hoarse and face pained despite the way he tried so hard to smile for Edwin. "Was always gonna protect you, yeah?" Edwin heard himself sob at the reminder, because it was never supposed to be like this but then Charles' breathing shallowed even more and-
"No! No! Charles!" He cried, leaning over his friend - his love - to hold him because he couldn't be gone. He can't- "Charles…" Edwin sobbed, grief overtaking him because it should've been him that took that hit. Him that had to deal with that pain after everything that Charles had been through.
"Oh… how tragic." Edwin finally registered the world around him as Mick started speaking. "You know, it is your fault though." His hands shook as he held Charles closer, teeth gritting as his grief melted away into nothing but pure rage. "Bringing him here and all. You really should've seen this-"
"Shut up!" Edwin screamed, the familiar pull in his gut as he thrust his hand outward, shoving the man against the wall, before he reached back into his mind, pulling on the thread that connected him to the demon that he'd brought alongside him. "Dæmonium! Da mihi auxilium tuum!" He chanted, letting his magic meld with David's innate energy.
Thought you'd never ask. Edwin felt the demon respond. Edwin's gaze, now black as night, fell upon Mick, and immediately he knew which words to say. "Sedna! Hear me!" He called, magic sending his voice to the sea. "Your child has forsaken, thee. Will you stand for this injustice, for those outcasted to be defiled by his greed?"
Mick laughed, a horrible bitter sound, and Edwin steeled himself. No matter what happened after this point, he knew one thing for certain. He would not let this man hurt another one of his friends.
#hijfhsc swap au#hijfhsc art#hijfhsc drabble#angst#dbdpromptober2024#dbdpromptober#dbda art#edwin payne#charles rowland#payneland#save dead boy detectives#our ghosts matter
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We need to pray to God, not in order to make known to Him our needs or desires, but that we ourselves may be reminded of the necessity of having recourse to God's help in these matters.
[N]on est necessarium nos Deo preces porrigere ut ei nostras indigentias vel desideria manifestemus, sed ut nosipsi consideremus in his ad divinum auxilium esse recurrendum.
Saint Thomas Aquinas (Summa Theologia, Second Part, Question 83, Article 2, Reply 1)
#Christianity#Catholicism#Summa Theologia#prayer#interdependence#submission#Latin#Saint Thomas Aquinas
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just wanted to come on and say that i attended the Our Hearts are Crying for Gaza event in indianapolis after seeing it on your blog. not only was it incredibly unifying and a beautiful display of Palestinian culture--with poetry, food, and a silent Thobe auction--it also brought to light two organizations (the Palestinian American Medical Association or PAMA and the Humanity Auxilium) that are currently working to bring food and other aid into Gaza. they're nonprofit and staffed by volunteers so all donations go towards providing aid and don't get swallowed by administrative fees.
the speakers also attested firsthand to the resiliency and tremendous faith of Palestinians as a reminder of whom all of this is for.
thank you for sharing, I wouldn't have known it was happening if I didn't see it on your blog.
Thank you so much for sending me this! I'm so glad, I know the organizers worked really hard on it.
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Los Angeles: What I saw in Gaza -- Report from doctors on the front line
Saturday, November 2 - 2:00 p.m.
Harriet Tubman Center, 5278 W. Pico Blvd, Los Angeles
Hear directly from doctors that work(ed) in Gaza during the current genocide: Dr Hina Syed - Internist, based in Baltimore, MD will join via zoom with a powerpoint presentation from Gaza. Dr Jawad Khan - Orthopedic surgeon that lives in Orange County, he will be present at the Harriet Tubman Center. Dr Ahmed Abdeen - Neurosurgeon, he just arrived in Southern California from Gaza. He too will be at the Center to discuss his experiences and answer questions. And there will be a special guest calling in from Gaza, Dr Khalil Khalidy - Orthopedic surgeon.
Please bring your questions, we look forward to hearing from the doctors and having a full discussion of what we can do here to support their work and build a movement in the U.S. to stop US arms and end US support to the zionist genocide in Palestine.
We will be collecting funds for Humanity Auxilium - Gaza Medical Aid project. All proceeds from the event and ticket sales will benefit this important charity. To learn more about Humanity Auxilium, https://www.humanityauxilium.com/donate-palestine
You can purchase tickets at Eventbrite, and/or RSVP at our website: harriettubmancenterla.org
Call or email for more information: 323-306-6240 or [email protected]
#GazaGenocide#FreePalestine#doctor#health care#antiwar#Israel#war crimes#solidarity#healthcare workers#Los Angeles#Struggle La Lucha
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Clamate auxilium - TSH (The Secret History)
TW: explicit content, questionable content
Your death leaves quite a toll on Henry and Camilla.
I encourage every willing pair of eyes that reads this to leave their thoughts, remarks and critiques under this post, be they one word or one hundred and one.
Hell is other people. When we are alone, we are absorbed in whatever is around us. In solitude, we all are (of course we are, because how could we not be?) an incorporeal omniscient presence that candidly studies humanity's mechanics undisturbed by reciprocal judgment. However, as soon as someone perceives us, we suddenly become the ones observed, and consequently, painfully aware of ourselves (the clench of the jaw, the body’s weight, the tongue between cheeks, the muscle strain). We get covered in labels, defined and thus limited. When painful death obeys fate, we lose all possibilities of changing how we look through another pair of empty eyes than our own. What we once were, the entirety of our souls and the darkest corridors get rendered into a misinterpreted, dehumanised fragment of other people���s minds. I am many things in Henry’s mind; hollow cheeks, cologne and smoke, long fingers turning yellowed pages, a melancholic existence and its absurd hands. Camilla, however, believes me to be rather imposing; long dark coats, cold forgotten coffee eyes, an untouchable paradox and its horrible mind.
Immortality is humanity’s greatest wish. However, not flesh or rationality, but the absence, along with the longing, of their desire is this species’ most defining characteristic. I no longer am alive but I exist. I am deemed inhuman by the achievement of my desiderium through the unrequested aid of their minds.
You are curious, I am aware, about my death. However, you must realise that your curiosity is not reason enough for me to speak freely about such traumatising events. I suppose you are aware of Aristotle's definition of a tragic hero, yes? Ah, you’re not? Very well then, according to Aristotle, a tragic hero is “A person who must evoke a sense of pity and fear in the audience. He is considered a man of misfortune that comes to him through error of judgment.” There are a few characteristics one should keep in mind: ἁμαρτία (hamartia - sin, missed mark), a fatal flaw that causes the downfall of the hero, ύβρις (hubris - originally towards the gods), excessive pride and disrespect for the natural order of things, περιπέτεια (peripeteia - sudden change), the sudden reversal of fate that the hero experiences, ἀναγνώρισις (anagnorisis - recognition), a moment in time when the hero makes an important discovery, nέμεσις (nemesis - also the goddess who takes vengeance against those who show hubris), a punishment that the protagonist cannot avoid, usually occurring as a result of their hubris, and consequently, κάθαρσις (catharsis - purification, cleansing), feelings of pity and fear felt by the audience, for the inevitable downfall of the protagonist. While Aristotle’s characteristics are, indeed, a reliable guide in identifying and constructing a tragic hero, and respectively, a tragedy, some peculiarities might appear in certain texts and render the guide incomplete. I believe αἰών (aion - a period of existence, everlasting) should be added to the list, designating the extension of the hero’s punishment in a metaphysical form.
When can someone be declared dead? For the sake of the hypothesis, let us define death as the moment when someone or something ceases to exist. Does the exhaustion of the body, the death or the forgetting of the soul represent the beginning of eternal peace? I can rule out for you, living physical being, the exhaustion of the body, for I am quite sure I am not in the way that you are. Alas, our collaboration is of no use for if ever I were to find out, I would have ceased to be and thus unable to communicate, and if you were ever to find out your possibility of contacting me is nonsense. Everything is absurd and it tortures me when I know I am incapable of anything, nothing, expecthing, something, existhing, everything, deathing.
Henry and Camilla, of course, both attended the funeral. Camilla cries with the rest, she’s much more comfortable with emotional displays. Her mascara forms black rivers which shed on the upturned, disturbed earth that covers the casket. She is messy (indeed in a hypnotising way, the one in which girls usually are), but how could she not be? The previous night, she fell asleep sobbing quietly, her swan-like shoulders trembling. The pillow sheets smeared her makeup, but she, nevertheless, still laid her head on them. Over bumps ameliorated by elastic oscillations, she applied dust over dust, before the funereal in the aluminium mimic. What a storm of bows and angel white, what a deserved distinction. If I were to focus my all-knowing being on Henry, the story would go quite differently. The stoic is, as expected, unyielding. However, just as unexpected (due to the eye of the omniscient), his umbrella is (incredible, I almost would not have believed it) clenched in his pale hand! What a pitiful display of emotion from the cold season, wouldn’t you agree? He hopes I don’t, but I do know the ice in his eyes melted la veille au soir et aussi the exact number of tears that rolled over his dry cheek.
The word mourn traces its origins to the Proto-Indo-European root (s)mer-, which means to fall into thinking, to remember, to care for. Its sombre connotation likely stems from the natural link between memory (memoria-Latinae) and sorrowful experiences. Since memory and experience are deeply personal, one might assume that mourning, too, is uniquely individual. Yet this hypothesis falters when considering Henry and Camilla; two people, two pasts, two lives, two distinct memories, one irrevocably ensnared being (which is, assumingly, the reason for their similar past-time activities). They visited the grave, separately, each on their own; 4:12, 16:07, 00:01, 20:39, et cetera. “Et revertatur pulvis in terram suam unde erat et spiritus redeat ad Deum qui dedit illum” and so clothes shed on the grave. The dirt that covered the body stained them; Camilla’s inside, Henry’s outside. During the Bacchanal, her hair was red, but during the visits it was brown. I cannot imagine it must have been very pleasant for her, but she still tried and her lipstick stuck to stone. He was reluctant at first, he found the cold earth unwelcoming, but soon got used to it and found it bearable when his mind conjured the image of the dead. How he huffed and cried through his movements was so sad I wanted to give him a flower.
Your life is not only your own, death has more than one victim. It creates a paradox for those left behind, where change and routine coexist. Henry still brews two cups of coffee in the morning, irons the clothes that should have been picked up from his flat, and writes Julian’s assignments twice, placing one copy on the empty desk. Camilla is haunted by the absence of the scent which she inhaled with every chance, and fearing she might forget it, purchases a bottle. This unrelenting cycle is, of course, followed by the attempt at escapism. Inexorable fate makes them unconsciously aware of the invasion that urges them to tilt each other. Small, transitive comparisons morph into manipulations: similar enough hair, a habit adopted without question, the freckle forgotten. Their bodies reek of my remnants and it stirs them. What begins as unforgivable parallels turns into desperate symmetries. Every time they reach for me, their bodies meet, oblivious to the fact that I am. The illusion of the one who exists neither fully alive nor entirely gone becomes more alluring than any sin. Henry and Camilla murmur, groan and cry the two syllables that define an individual, and I do too, along with them, for I am here, wondering when I will be granted the mercy to draw my last eternal breath.
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