#Healing Oils

[granonine]

An Excellent Oil

Psalm 141:3-5. Set a watch, O LORD, before my mouth; keep the door of my lips. Incline not my heart to any evil thing, to practise wicked works with men that work iniquity: and let me not eat of their dainties. Let the righteous smite me; it shall be a kindness: and let him reprove me; it shall be an excellent oil, which shall not break my head: for yet my prayer also shall be in their…

[sarahsinferno]

I Wish for Liberation

I sit in the dark, my thoughts a storm of fragments, and I wish, not with the innocence of a child but with the bitter clarity of experience, that you would feel the weight of every wound you gave.

do you know the sharp sting of betrayal, the cruel echo of a lie, the loneliness that wraps around the heart like a shroud?

I want you to know the hollow ache of waiting, the gnawing uncertainty that burrows deep, the sleepless nights stretched out in their endless, aching expanse.

I want the weight of your own choices to press down on you, heavy and relentless, until you understand the pressure that drove me to despair, until you feel a trace of my sorrow settling like dust in your own empty spaces.

you, who sculpted misery with your hands, who wielded cruelty like a blade, are you aware of the echoes you left? do you hear them whisper in your dreams, the ache you wove so effortlessly into my days?

i could wish for storms to ravage your calm, for the sky to crack open with lightning that rends the fabric of your peace, for the tremors of regret to shake your foundation.

yet, even as I wish this, I realize that suffering does not heal, that the flames of revenge only scorch the hands that wield them.

so, instead, I let the weight of my sorrow settle, a quiet confession to the universe that sometimes I crave for the scales to tip,

for the pain to be known, but mostly,

I wish for liberation, for the shackles of my anger to fall away, and for a heart that no longer clings to the shadows of the past.

so I let the wish drift, a bitter gust of wind that fades into the void, and I turn away, searching for a release from this desire, for a way to mend the broken pieces without adding more shards to the world’s already jagged heart.

S.T. 2024

santa rosalia by roberto ferri(1978) oil on canvas

the shepherd david by elizabeth bouguereau(1895)

dancers by franz von stuck(1896)

perseus slaying medusa by laurent-honore marqueste(1903)

[life-imitates-art-far-more]

Gustave Léonard de Jonghe (1829-1893) "Die Genesung" ("The Recovery") Oil on wood

[reality-detective]

When the wise men brought gifts to Jesus... Do you think they were telling us something much deeper? 🤔

Dr. Josh Axe dives into the incredible cancer-fighting properties of "Frankincense Oil"

A recent UK study shows that this natural remedy is effective against ovarian, colon, breast, and even brain cancer—thanks to its tiny molecules that can pass through the blood-brain barrier. 🤔

[angels-671]

𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓻𝔂 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵

[fuzzyghost]

[whatermelown]

"My favorite spell is a spell to make a field of flowers..." 💐✨

Plate: Oil pastel Techniques- Triptych: Continuous Narrative

"Lieblingszauber"

Oil Pastel and Color pencil on sandpaper

13in x 20in

4/10/24

one of my favorite plates so far ;w; Chose to do Frieren because what's more of a continuous narrative than a thousand year-old elf mage ;0; <33 inspos with Monet impressionism esp for his way with flowersss

shoutout to @antenenaa for helping me start a bit HAHAHA GO COMMS THEM NOW PEOPLE

my first uno plate tooooo,,,, I'm so happyyy... the first time I really made this plate with fun and the first to get a high grade,,, such a frieren coded ep HAHAHHAHA CHZ

Magic is supposed to be fun and I guess that goes with art too

over all im super happy with how it turned out and might make a print of it soon :33

[wandoffire]

Ways to use Essential Oils:

Sleep -> a few drops of lavender on a tissue to help you relax and fall asleep

Perfume -> dilute with a carrier oil (coconut, caster) and place on skin

Headaches -> peppermint oil is known to ease headaches

Clothing -> add a few drops to laundry for slightly scented clothing

Hair -> rosemary oil shown to improve dandruff and promote hair growth

Nausea -> the scent of lemon / orange oil is known to help with stomach upset

Reducing anxiety -> lavender, jasmine, basil, chamomile, rose (carry scented item or dilute onto skin)

Colds -> eucalyptus oil for congestion

Air freshener -> mix with water in a spray bottle (lavender, eucalyptus, lemongrass all work well)

* look for 100% on the bottle so you know it’s not mixed with harmful chemicals.

* always dilute when placing on skin, should not be ingested without knowledge and caution, and can occasionally cause negative affects in some people.

[stygiusfic]

a few weeks ago I picked up my tablet for the first time in many long years to make this.

the meme that best represents my default durge's emotional journey in early act 3.

tfw you're obsessed with your hot githyanki gf but she won't take over the world with you, she just cares about freeing Orpheus, which is exactly the last thing you need anyone to do for your evil plan to work... but the more she refuses to fall in line the more attractive she becomes, because she has the power to resist what you do not

[h-didanart]

It was quite a ride, however, the meeting up of the Bloodmoons (and Solar?) to beat up Ruin has to end

So here goes one last drawing for this bit

They buried him and are taking a group photo over his grave.

Is he actually dead? Who knows! Selfie time!

The Bloodmoons are, from left to right���

Single Trauma-Quiet Throes, who is carrying the mermaid variant, who is giving the middle finger to the grave;

below them looking rather nervous is Withered Hope-Quiet Throes Harvest;

right above the tombstone is Agony Ghost;

right below the tombstone is the human variant;

next to the tombstone and doing that meme pose is the canon Quiet Throes twins (even if the scenario is highly unlikely to be canon);

above the canon twins and in the back is Blood-Solar who’s drinking some coffee or something, and next to him is Mistaken Betrayal Bloodmoon with an energy drink ;

(@beautifulcelestialrock come look at our boy)

and finally in the lower right corner is J//Jane//[name goes here], giving the thumbs up

:3

[stigmatam4rtyr]

St Sebastian Healed by an Angel (c.1601-1603, oil on canvas) | Giovanni Baglione

[fried-oignon]

Please take this silly mini painting ft. Fint that I managed to pass off as a class assignment as compensation for my lackluster activity

[superbat-lmao]

Bruce is off world and Cass snaps.

She cuts the feed to the cave, traps each of them in a separate holding cell, and truth serums them.

She is sick and tired of them lying to each other, lying to themselves.

Once and for all, she wants them to just talk to each other.

Jason is the easiest one to start talking, he’s been the only one talking about anything close to honest the whole time. Sure, usually it’s yelling about it on a rooftop but now it’s yelling about it in the cave. He fights talking about the good memories because they hurt more than the bad ones.

Damian has the fewest grievances. He hasn’t been around long enough to have years worth of issues, and most of it stems from the same problem.

Dick and Tim are actually the biggest problems.

Tim has the most to talk about. He’s angry with all of them. Jason and Damian are the most obvious, but he has just as many grievances with Dick if not more. They have all hurt him, not accepted him, rejected him. He isolates rather than talking to any of them about this because every time he objects to how he’s treated it’s like he’s breaking the family. He should be thankful Jason’s back at all or that Damian isn’t trying to kill him. If he says anything it sends them both into spirals that makes them avoid the family and then it’s his fault, so he leaves as much as he can.

Dick is the most brutal. They all look up to him, even if they don’t want to admit it. He proved it could be done. And every single one of them got a Bruce that already used him as a practice run of having kids. He is expected to handle it, to leash his anger, to be more open than Bruce. And he does it, but the level to which it’s a performance? Only Cass and Bruce have a real inkling to how much he’s acting. Jason saw more of it than he should have before he died, but even he wasn’t actually prepared for Dick’s honest thoughts on all of them.

Jason: Dick never wanted me here, Tim picked up the mantle as though nothing had changed, and Damian is the most judgmental and least experienced. I no longer have the innocence I did as Robin because the world has proven that morality doesn’t protect you. I cannot give up my ideologies for emotional vulnerability with people who do not care, it got me killed once and it’ll kill me again.

Damian: I was told my worth here was based on my sole existence. To have to unlearn my upbringing while surrounded by others that challenge my worth and place in this family is a level of vulnerability I will do anything to avoid.

Tim: Jason tried to kill me, Damian tried to kill me, and Dick doesn’t care. Every single thing I have accomplished has been in spite of my supposed brothers, who have only distrusted or hurt me. If I point this out, it is my fault for driving them away no matter how much they hurt me.

Dick: Jason died, Tim asked me to be Robin, took it for himself, Jason tried to kill Tim and Bruce, and Damian lashes out at every available opportunity and somehow this is my fucking problem. I did not sign up to be a parent or even a brother. I am not responsible for their decisions. I agreed to be responsible for teammates and missions, not the emotional vulnerability of a family I never asked for. I handle myself and they should be capable of dealing with their own problems without dragging me into them. They aren’t. I was an only child and had the responsibility of being a parent thrust on me when I never agreed to it. I have my own life and my own problems that take a back burner to anything else in this godforsaken family. I moved away and am still fucking here.

But even talking to each other like this can’t solve everything. Because for as upset as they are with each other, it’s Bruce that they’re actually upset with.

[artthatgivesmefeelings]

Raphaël (Raffaello Sanzio) (Italian, 1483-1520) The Healing of the Lame Man for the Sistine Chapel, ca.1515-16 This scene depicts the first miracle performed by Peter – an event which symbolises his spiritual healing power and conversion of the Jews to Christianity. Peter, in the centre of the painting wearing a blue cloak and yellow tunic, holds the hand of a disabled man and asks him to rise and walk. The man is instantly cured and is able to stand and follow him into the Temple (Acts 3:1-8). The miracle takes place in front of the Beautiful Gate (Porta Speciosa) of the Temple in Jerusalem (a temple with Solomonic columns) – the most sacred place in Judasim.