#Sacred Colour of the Source of Light

[geminimoonmadness]

NATAL

RETROGRADES

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A retrograde in astrology is when a planetary object appears to move backwards, which essentially means the planet's energy is somewhat effected, so those life areas that fall under that planet's domain are not as easily expressed. It’s a very karmic thing to have in the natal chart, your soul chose to incarnate to learn deeper lessons regarding the areas of life ruled by that specific planet/asteroid. To know if you have a natal retrograde in your chart, look for Rx or R on a generated chart calculator.

Fun fact: Mars is the rarest retrograde.

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Planets

If your Ruling Planet is Retrograde it will make you doubt yourself more and you may experience self image issues.

For example: A Gemini Rising with a natal Mercury retrograde or A Sagittarius Rising with a natal Jupiter retrograde.

Mercury Retrograde gives you lessons around communication, learning and intellect. You may struggle to articulate words and speak up or may even talk too much and not know when to be quiet.

Venus Retrograde makes someone’s nature more intense & deep. They take their connections very seriously which may cause these individuals to go through difficulties in regards to their one on one relationships. Since socialising is not taken lightly there can be some sort of awkwardness when participating in small talk and general shyness in order to avoid superficial connections.

Mars Retrograde individuals may lack forward movement, assertive abilities, have a dulled passion & drive. They may feel fatigued & tired more than often. Your sex drive may also be effected because of this.

Jupiter Retrograde individuals tend to have different or unusual perspectives, belief systems, or sets of morals. They prefer to learn from their own experiences rather than from others. This placement gives me “what do you know because you’ve experienced it yourself VS what do you know because you were told” vibes.

Saturn Regrograde burdens you with responsibilities and a sense of duty in your life. You may struggle with boundaries and find it difficult to say no to others.

Uranus Retrograde may make it hard for you to fully express your inner originality and unique side. These individuals are born a rebel and may also experience unexpected & sudden karmic events in their life.

Neptune Retrograde takes away your rose coloured glasses, you may have to face hard and painful realities as the neptunian illusion is stripped away. You’re meant to discover the truth behind your illusions, realise what is sacred and be a source of light in others lives.

Pluto Retrograde brings more growth opportunities into your life. You may have a fear of letting go which you’re here to learn the importance of doing so. You need to take control of your life as your shadow side may take over if you don’t do the work to transform/grow. (Shadow work is necessary with this placement)

(I know Lilith isn’t a planet, just adding it)

Lilith Retrograde can make you a sexual deviant (because sexuality is part of Lilith’s nature and here it's manifesting differently). You may struggle with following your instincts and acknowledging your desires. For example: Someone with a retrograde Lilith in Virgo would not be the typical control freak Lilith in Virgo person, instead they will be very messy.

ASTEROIDS

Chiron Retrograde means that trauma is deep within and may even come from a past life. In this lifetime, these individuals are here to re-evaluate your relationship with anyone & anything that doesn’t support you anymore. They may find it challenging to accept their feelings and the simple fact that humans are imperfect and vulnerable.

Ceres Retrograde individuals can struggle with having the nourishment, support, resources they need and may experience a lack in some way. This usually means that your upbringing failed to teach you the proper lessons about nurture and self care, so you'll have to learn it yourself. Check your Ceres sign and it will teach you what you need to nurture.

Juno Retrograde individuals may have commitment issues or trauma they need to work through. This also is an indication of past life karma in regards to relationships. These people are the lone wolves, they tend to avoid partnerships & may even prefer to be single and independent.

Vesta Retrograde individuals may lack devotion and discipline. It can bring up issues around fear of sexuality or intimacy, obsession, prostitution or selling yourself short in some way. They’re here to learn the value of service, this will examine how much dedication they’re putting into their life. When we put in little dedication, we can suffer. When we put in too much dedication, we can suffer as well. They may struggle with feeling like they fit in because they tend to lack devotion and/or generosity for others.

Pallas Retrograde may make someone aggressive, immature, have criminal tendencies and daddy issues. These individuals strategy may not be accept by society, with a ‘pick me’ vibe. They are inclined to manipulate and lie but can overcome these traits with self awareness and shadow work.

Amor retrograde individuals have some sort of discomfort when it comes to romance. You may have some old love issues and traumas to work through. These people tend to take a different approach to romance.

Cupido Retrograde may mean you have way too many crushes or rarely have any. You become too infatuated at times, or lack passion, and need to find a balance between the two.

Eros Retrograde may cause some issues around sex. This indicates there may be past trauma on a soul level, so you need to work on acknowledging your desires and acting on urges and fantasies in a healthy way.

Hermes Retrograde people tend to be in the wrong crowd and often find themselves taking the fall for others mistakes. These people tend to be good people but they may not be the best at balancing their life and managing their time. Possible fertility issues. Due to past accidents or incidents they have experienced in a past life may give them travel-related fears in this life. (fear of flying, fear of water, fear of driving, fear of bikes, fear of trains, fear of horses, etc.)

Eris Retrograde people may unintentionally cause trouble by doing things they thought wouldn’t be an issue. They may not like confronting others because it feels uncomfortable or they feel attacked whenever they speak up for themselves - They tend to experience a lot of gaslighting yet they usually hate fighting with others. They may often feel as though they are alone even when surrounded by other people.

Aphrodite Retrograde individuals may experience extremes from having stalkers to not being adored by others at all. They may feel unseen and unappreciated by others, making it often difficult to appreciate themselves. They tend to experience a lot of drama and may not be the most jealous person but rather the person who is too insecure to be openly jealous as if it’s like they expected it, “too good to be true” vibes.

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I tried to be as informative as I could and added as much variety as I can with the asteroids I’m familiar with. There are other retrogrades I haven’t listed here.

Let me know which of these you have!

[lucidloving]

hey i was perusing your blog for some inspo and this line really hit me

"we are on our knees in an instant, pledged to a faith defined by nothing more and nothing less than the soft touch of my finger to yours. you could be sacred. I could be sacred. there could be something worth worshipping in the way our palms meet" and in you bibliography there was only a link to your blog as a source. Is this your writing?

I couldnt find any original text and would love to read the whole piece

hello !! so sorry for not getting to this (life has been HELL) bur yes it is my writing :) i wasn't sure about posting full pieces, but since you're interested i'd love to share:

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i think reverence looks good on you. when the light strikes just right, a renaissance masterpiece—handcrafted devotion, a fresco adorned in the colour of your eyes.

our days could be golden prayers and silver linings and you could live in the silent space between each trembling breath i draw.

you could be sacred. i could be sacred. there could be something worth worshipping in the way our palms meet. when you say my name, it could sound like a hymn.

tell me, does it tug at your heart just so? the feeling of being swallowed by a wave so tall that you are humbled? we are on our knees in an instant, pledged to a faith defined by nothing more and nothing less than the soft touch of my finger to yours. in your eyes i am holy, a promise of reckoning, of forgiveness, of a tempest no god can tame, and i am yours to take into your adoring hands—warm with veneration, shaking with humility—yours to hold up to the light.

i could find constellations on your skin and trace your fragility in a tumbling line back to your core, as all roads lead to rome.

there could be honour in love. love, the honour is mine.

[the-mortuary-witch]

FREYJA

WHO IS SHE?

Freyja is the goddess of love, beauty, fertility, and war in Norse mythology. She is often portrayed as a beautiful and powerful goddess who rides a chariot pulled by cats. She is known for her immense love, warmth, and affection, especially towards her close friends and loved ones. She is also known for her fierce and protective nature, which she uses to defend her loved ones and those who are innocent and vulnerable. She is one of the main goddesses, and is associated with several domains of life, and also plays a role in war and wisdom.

BASIC INFO:

Appearance: Freyja is described as a beautiful and ethereal goddess, with blonde hair and a slender body. She is often portrayed as a symbol of fertility and femininity, and she is often depicted as wearing a thin scarf or veil called a völva cloak. Sometimes she is described as having red hair and a bright, youthful face. In other depictions, she is described as having long, wavy hair and a delicate, feminine physique.

Personality: she is described as being a very loving, kind, and caring figure, who is associated with fertility and femininity. She is seen as a deity of love and passion, and is often likened to a mother figure. She is also seen as being a very compassionate and generous goddess, who is willing to help and support others.

Symbols: her chariot pulled by cats, brisingamen necklace, the boar Hildisvíni, and cloak of feathers

Goddess of: love, beauty, fertility, sex, war, battle, gold, and sorcery

Culture: Norse

Plants and trees: daisy, linden, snowdrops, lily of the valley, cowslip, columbine, pimpernel, strawberries, elderflower, thyme, and zinnias

Crystals: amethyst, amazonite, lavender quartz, rose quartz, moonstone, and clear quartz

Animals: horse, cat, falcon, hawk, rabbit, oxen, ladybug, swallow, and boar

Incense: dragons blood, frankincense, lavender, rose, jasmine, and other sweet and/or floral-scents

Colours: gold, yellow, white, green, red, pink, and light blue

Numbers: 9 and 12

Zodiac: Taurus

Tarot: The High Priestess, The Empress, The Lovers, The Chariot, Death, and Suit of Swords

Planets: Venus and Mars

Days: Friday, Tuesday, Lupercalia, full moon, new moon, Ostara, Litha, and Beltane

Parents: Njörðr and unnamed mother

Siblings: Freyr

Partner: Odin

Children: Hnoss and Gersemi

MISC:

• The moon is a symbol of Freyja's divinity.

• The Vanir Queen is a common title given to Freya.

• The völva cloak is a symbol of Freyja's power and authority.

• Heifer's milk was traditionally offered to Freyja during rituals or spells.

• Freyja was associated with the day of Friday.

• Many people have the belief that Freyja is a Goddess of nature, but this is not necessarily accurate in Norse mythology.

FACTS ABOUT FREYJA:

• In some sources, she is known as the leader of the völva, which are the female seers and mystics of Norse mythology.

• Freyja is said to be the creator of the Vanir tribe of gods.

• She has given the gift of fertility to the Vanir.

• In Norse mythology, it is said that Freyja received the golden ring Brisingamen from the Dwarves in exchange for her favor, which leads to the story of her affair with Odin.

• Freyja is said to have gifted Skádi a necklace called Érfárátr which gives eternal youthful beauty.

• She had a magical feathered cloak which she could use to transform into a falcon. The cape made it possible for her to astral travel, to see beyond the limits of the physical world. She loaned it to Loki at some point.

HOW TO INVOKE FREYJA:

Working with of Freyja involves taking time to set up a sacred space, cleaning and dedicating this space, offering prayers of reverence and gratitude, showing care and thought with offerings, asking for guidance and wisdom with your prayers, being open to messages she may send, and being mindful and attentive throughout the devotion.

PRAYER FOR FREYJA:

"Mother Freyja, Queen of the Vanir and holder of golden Brisingamen, I come to you seeking your guidance and protection.

I respectfully ask for your blessing and your help in whatever I undertake. I offer you our prayers and our devotion, with respect and reverence. Please look upon us with your gentle mercy and your grace. I give myself to you, for I trust you will use me as you see fit. I ask this in your name and I pay this tribute in your honour.”

"Thank you, Mother Freyja, for your wisdom and generosity. I have received your blessings and your guidance, and I ask for your continued protection and support. As you see fit, I humbly beg your favor and your grace. I give ourselves to you, and I worship you with devotion and respect. So be it. Hail Mother Freyja.”

SIGNS THAT FREYJA IS CALLING YOU:

• Finding yourself drawn to her energy and feeling a strong connection.

• You feel a strong sense of devotion and reverence towards her.

• You experience synchronicity or signs that seem to indicate her presence.

• You have an urge to work with her, and you feel an overwhelming need to reach out to her.

• Freyja comes to you in a dream

• She comes to you in meditation or journeying

• Cats follow you or seem to be everywhere you go

• A ladybug lands on you

• You see ladybugs or cats constantly – on TV, online, etc.

• You hear her name in random conversations or on the radio

• Open a book and her name pops up

• Another witch or psychic tells you Freyja is calling you

• She sends you these 3 runes repetitively: Fehu, Berkano, and Sowilo

OFFERINGS:

• Foods and drinks: ale, apples, barley, honey, mead, pork, chocolate, and sweet liquors

• Lavish jewelry

• Perfume

• Feeding stray cats

• Amber

• Roses

• Cinnamon

• Flowers: primrose, mugwort, bird berry, bedstraw, and flax

• Love songs

• Dancing

• Cat whiskers (please don’t cut a kitty’s precious whiskers, wait for them to shed naturally - look for them mostly during Summer and on the places your cats spend most of their time)

• Divination

•Weaponry

DEVOTIONAL ACTS:

• Pray or meditate in her name on a daily basis.

• Keep a journal, record your thoughts and feelings about her.

• Create an altar or sacred space for her.

• Do not declaw her for being a Goddess of love and beauty. Recognize her for the god of war that she is, Queen of the Valkyries, and god of the Vanir.

• Decorate your home or altar with cats, honey combs, horns, or bones.

• Practice self love in it’s totally, look at where you need to grow but recognize and appreciate your strengths.

• Carry the crystals (or keep in your home): amber, rose quartz, snow quartz, gold sheen obsidian, labradorite, orange calcite, tangerine quartz, and peridot.

• Dedicate a piece of jewelry to her in honour of her Brisingamen.

• Drink floral teas like lavender, chamomile, rose, or jasmine with honey.

• Read the stories that mention her: Völuspá, Lokasenna, Oddrúnargrátr, Gylfaginning, Skáldskaparmál, Egils saga, Njáls saga, Hyndluljóð, Hálfs saga ok Hálfsrekka, Grímnismál, Sörla þáttr, and Þrymskviða.

• Use the runes Fehu, Kaunaz, Jera, and Uruz in your craft or altar.

• Plant alder, apple, birch, bramble, elder, vervain, rose, tansy, lavender, yarrow, or belladona.

• Dedicate a leg shaking orgasm to her.

• Take a bath in salts, roses, and lavender. Decorate accordingly.

• Enchant your make up to make you feel beautiful, confident, and strong.

• Learn self defense or kick boxing; or just do something to help you stay active and strong in her honour.

• Light incense or candles of rose, honey, jasmine, amber, strawberry, dragon’s blood, or musk.

• Learn about or listen to kulning and Norwegian throat-singing.

• Pray to her for your loved ones in battles whether it’s oversees, a disease, or an abusive relationship.

• Leave her offerings of mead, weed, wine, red velvet, roasted nuts, honey, pork, bread, or chocolate.

• Explore yourself and your body.

• Watch movies/tv shows with strong female leads (preferably with none problematic actors) like Wonder Woman, How To Get Away With Murder, Mowana, Queen of Katwe, etc.

• Spend time in nature, as she is often associated with the natural world.

• Talk to her openly and honestly about your thoughts, feelings, and concerns.

• Read or study books on Norse mythology and the Goddess, Freyja.

• Consider growing some of Freyja’s holy plants: primrose, mugwort, holly, hemp, or flax

• By adopting a cat (if you don’t already have one), you uplift Freyja’s sacred animal. And if you can’t adopt a cat, consider donating cat food, toys, etc. to a local rescue or shelter. OR volunteer. Doing these things in Freya’s name brings her great joy.

[stalkerofthegods]

Lord Thor deep dive

Lord Thor is the god of lightning, he is a great protector and god!

Herbs •Oak, mountain ash, hazel, Donnerbesen/Teufelbesen, house-leek/Sempervirum tectorum, hawthorn, houseleek, tormentil, oak

Animals• goats, bulls, Tanngrisnir "teeth barer" and Tanngnjostr "teeth grinder”

Colors •Sky-blue, cloud-white, lightning-gold, and red, purity white. 

Crystal• moss agate, Amethyst, Lapis Lazuli, Sodalite, Turquoise and Sapphire, iron, Thunderstones, fulgurite, thunder egg

Symbols•Hammer, goats, belt, and gloves of strength

Jewelry you can wear in their honor • A hammer, a necklace of his runes.

Alter ideas• Thor’s hammer figures, model goats (ideally pulling a cart), weapons, shield, lightning-bolts, rainwater, garlic, leek, onion, hawthorn, houseleek, tormentil, oak, the runes Thurisaz or Sowelo, rocks, metal, rainwater

Diety of• God of war, fertility, thindrr and lighting and of the people, spiritual healing, sacred groves, protection 

Patron of The dead, rain, thunder, hallowing, spiritual healing, war, protecting, protection, birth, marriage, and death, burial, and cremation ceremonies, weapons and feasting, traveling, land-taking, and the making of oaths between men

Offerings• Mead, beer, goat meat, hearty foods with lots of meat, onions, and garlic, flavored coffee, whiskey, beer, hard cider, meat sandwiches on dark bread with good mustard, bacon, sausage, lunch meat and sources of protein that builds muscle, Donate time to an organization dedicated to protecting children from abuse, do heavy work for someone in need of it, Protect the needy, Escort someone to do something that scares them, and be there as a source of courage and moral support for them, hard wood, Dark chocolate (he said he likes it.), ground ivy

Devotional• working out, helping around the house, helping others and protecting them, Honoring your family and learning your history, keeping your personal space tidy or cleaning it up as an act of devotion, watch a storm from inside, spend time in the rain, put thunder/storm music when meditating or going to sleep, stand in the storm (at a safe place away from trees and metal objects), collect storm water, Write him a letter praising him, compliment him, read his stories from Prose and Poetic Edda, thank him for being the protector of the humankind, Light up a candle of dark blue/red/grey colours, Place your offerings at the base of a tree, Be yourself and honest, live your life honourably and truthfully, Wear a necklace of Mjölnir, Set and maintain your personal boundaries, stand up for yourself and others, give him something that you made, Take care of pregnant people, 

Ephithets•Tor, Ásabragr (Asabrag, Æsir-Lord), Ása-Þórr (Asa-Thor Æsir-Thor), Atli (The Terrible), Björn (Bjorn, Biorn Bear), Einriði (Eindriði, The One who Rides Alone, The One who Rules Alone), Ennilangr (Ennilang, The One with the Wide Forehead), Harðhugaðr (Hardhugadr, Strong Spirit, Powerful Soul, Fierce Ego, Brave Heart), Harðvéurr (Hardveur The Strong Archer), Hlóriði (Hlórriði, The Loud Rider, The Loud Weather-God), Öku-Þor (Oku-Thor, Ukko-Thor, Cart Thor, Driving Thor), Rymr (Rym, Noise), Sönnungr (Sonnung, The True One), Véþormr (Vethorm, Protector of the Shrine), Véuðr (Véuðr, Véoðr, Veud, Veod), Véurr (Veur, Guard of the Shrine, Hallower), Vingþórr (Vingthor, Battle-Thor, Hallower), The Thunderer and many others

Equivalents• Zeus (Greek), Jupiter (Roman), Hercules (Greek), Thonar (worshiped in England)

Signs of them reaching out• sudden signs of their animals, seeing goats, seeing hammers, suddenly drawn to him, all of the sudden interest in fighting 

Number• Thurisaz, Sowelo, nine

Morals• Morally grey, he does murder.

Courting• Sif

Past lovers/crushes• Járnsaxa (joutan), Sif (goddess)

Element• fire, air 

Personality• He’s a big flirt, he likes to be complimented and to compliment you back, He often displays a quick temper and is quick to engage in violence, even if violence may not be necessary, but he is kind, kinder than you would actually expect. 

Home• Asgard

Mortal or immortal • immortal 

Fact•Thor could even bring some things back to life, Thor was invoked at weddings, at births, and at special ceremonies for these abilities to protect and sanctify, his other names are Thorr, Thunor, Thonar, Donar, Donner, Thur, Thunar, or Thunaer.

Curses• tools randomly breaking, arguments with your spouse, you can your spouse fighting, marriage problems 

Blessings• safety at sea and bounty on land, blessing your marriage 

Roots• Indo-European make him generally accepted today as derived from a Proto-Indo-European deity

Friends• The Aseir

Parentage• Odin and Fjorgynn, or Jord, and Sif.

Siblings• Vidar, Baldr, Höðr, Týr, Meili, Váli, Bragi, Hodr

Pet• Tanngrisnir "teeth barer" and Tanngnjostr "teeth grinder (two goats that reincarnate every time they're eaten, and pulls a Thor's chariot)

Children •Móði, and Thrudr (Strength). He was also the father of three sons, Modi (Courage) and Magni (Strength), and his son Ull

Appearance in astral or gen• Thor is a huge, good-hearted, rough-hewn, red-haired and -bearded man with fiery eyes.

Festivals • Þorrinn, pronounced “Thorrinn” in English

Day • Thursday

Place• in sacred groves, including the one near Dublin.

Status• Norse deity in the asier, protecting Asgard 

Hates• Jörmungand (they kill each other), snakes.

His Tarot cards• Chariot

Scents/Inscene • Pine, Cinnamon, Musk, Nutmeg and Sage

Prayers• 

Sif & Thor 

I offer this prayer to Thor and to the Goddess Sif. Hail to You, Holy Ones. Hail to You, Protectors of Midgard, Hail to You, Son of Odin and Hail to You, His gleaming Bride. You hallow and drive out all pollution. You are mighty. There is no malignant force that You cannot banish. There is no threat, You cannot overcome. You are magnificent and Your grace protects me in the face of evil. Mighty Thor, wise, compassionate Friend of humanity, look upon us and wield Your hammer for our protection. Gracious Sif, You Whose gentle touch causes the grain to grow, please nourish us, restore us, and grant us the fortitude to walk in alignment with the Holy Powers always. Through Your blessings, may we grow strong in faith. through Your blessings may we grow strong in devotion. Through Your blessings, may we always resist impiety, may we be nourished as the grain is nourished under Your caring hands. In times of peril, come to our aid, I pray. In times of desperation, I place myself under Your care.nHail Thor, Son of Odin. Hail Sif, His Gracious Bride.

To Thor 

Son of Strength. I ask you to grant me that strength. That I may lift the weight of the day. Defender of Midgard. Grant me your skill in battle. That I may protect my family, my land and my kin. Bringer of Rain and Thunder. Grant me the ability to wash the weariness and pain of my daily work. That I may strike my next task like the blows from Mjolnir.  Son of Odin, Hammer Wielder, Giant Killer and Guardian of Man. I ask that you make me like the sturdy oak. That I do not break from the blows of misfortune. That I may not be crushed by the powerful. That I may be resilient and mighty like your own arm. That I may be brave to face the evil of this world. Hail Thor!

Links/websites/sources •

http://www.northernpaganism.org/shrines/thor/offerings.htmlhttps://www.reddit.com/r/pagan/comments/v3qn1e/offerings_to_thor/https://www.tumblr.com/freyjasdottirr/656705772435193856/how-to-worship-thor-for-beginners https://occult-world.com/thor/https://aminoapps.com/c/pagans-witches/page/blog/thor/7eop_a5jCPurvZk2W3QXxP55Yaen6YJzQZ taking-thymehttps://kids.britannica.com/students/article/Thor/313835#:~:text=Thor's%20wife%20was%20Sif%2C%20a,stepfather%20of%20Sif's%20son%20Ull.https://norse-mythology.org/symbols/thors-hammer/https://www.reddit.com/r/heathenry/comments/j30vk6/offering_prayer_to_thor/Charming of the Plough Prayer to Thor and Sif | Gangleri's Grove

@aretemisapollo

There you go, have a good thorsday

(it's funnier on Thursday)

I use resources, I do not own the info, and most deep dives have UPG (that I use in my work.) And I only take some information from sources. I am 14, this is my hobby, I am learning but I spent many hours and days on this, and I am always open to criticism. I have been doing worship for 5 years. Please know you can use the info, I do not sue, but I will take action if this work is used without permission and not put as a resource if used in any work. without permisson and not put as a resource if used in any work, for the public.

[pinktie]

I swear I saw/heard somewhere that sometimes Kaito doesn't return jewels right away because he's waiting for the full moon to check them, I guess returning jewels post escape without being discovered is just that difficult. The moon's shadow makes me think of the new moon but I guess then there isn't much moonlight and you need the light to hit the jewel as that is what makes the shadow. Maybe he likes full moons because it's easier to make it hit the light and he knows the full moon has a connection to the supernatural. It might be his Dad liked full moons hence the 'Magician Under the Moonlight' title Kaito inherited and Kaito read into that too.

I honestly love MK Organisation having a witch. I never made the connection before but the Pandora legend sounds like something Akako would say, on that note imagine if it was all metaphorical speak and basically a riddle not to be taken literally. Poor Kaito. Touichi's message mentioned so many colours of magic but we've only met one witch and seen red magic, though Akako has demons. I hope she can have a personal stake with the bad guys like magical racism, a kidnapped familiar, her relatives/magic user friends are involved or her arch-nemesis who uses the opposite of her red magic. Maybe they committed a supernatural taboo or are exploiting magic folk or practising forbidden magic/the dark arts and she feels the need to intervene. Pandora could be the source of all magic for all we know about it, most things involving immortality are somewhat sacred. It could have been hidden in a big jewel for a grand purpose or maybe the prophecy is something only those with magic understand as they need it for some reason.

About the crescent moon fitting Kaito's aesthetic I recommend 【MAD/AMV】 Magic Kaito1412 「Crescent Moon Resize - Amatsuki × mafumafu」 (Eng. CC Sub) by A. T. TAKEMURA. It's really cool.

I love the idea that Pandora is the source of all magic. It would be so cool. What if when it is destroyed, Akako and everyone who possesses magic lose theirs?

Forgot to add: that AMV was so good, thanks 4 the recommendation.

[santmat]

Selections from the Mystic Poetry of Lalla of Kashmir

Restless mind, don’t infect the heart with fear. That virus is not for you. The Infinite knows what you hunger for. Ask Him to carry you across.

Some, who have closed their eyes, are wide awake. Some, who look out at the world, are fast asleep. Some who bathe in sacred pools remain dirty. Some are at home in the world but keep their hands clean.

Good or bad, I’m happy to welcome both. I don’t hear with my ears, I don’t see with my eyes. A voice speaks inside my heart, my jewel-lamp burns bright even in a rampaging wind.

Lord! I’ve never known who I really am, or You. I threw my love away on this lousy carcass and never figured it out: You’re me, I’m You. All I ever did was doubt: Who am I? Who are You?

Wrapped up in Yourself, You hid from me. All day I looked for You and when I found You hiding inside me, I ran wild, playing now me, now You.

Don’t flail about like a man wearing a blindfold. Believe me, He’s in here. Come in and see for yourself. You’ll stop hunting for Him all over.

A thousand times at least I asked my Guru to give Nothingness a name. Then I gave up. What name can you give to the source from which all names have sprung?

Who trusts his Master’s word and controls the mind-horse with the reins of wisdom, he shall not die, he shall not be killed.

Those who glow with the light of the Self are freed from life even while they live. But fools add knots by the hundred to the tangled net of the world.

When the dirt was wiped away from my mind’s mirror, people knew me for a lover of God. When I saw Him there, so close to me, He was All, I was nothing.

I trapped my breath in the bellows of my throat: a lamp blazed up inside, showed me who I really was. I crossed the darkness holding fast to that lamp, scattering its light-seeds around me as I went.

Alone, I crossed the Field of Emptiness, dropping my reason and my senses. I stumbled on my own secret there and flowered, a lotus rising from a marsh.

My mind boomed with the sound of Om, my body was a burning coal. Six roads brought me to a seventh, that’s how Lalla reached the Field of Light.

You rule the earth, breathe life into the five elements. All creation throbs with the Unstruck Sound. Immeasurable, who can take Your measure?

He who strikes the Unstruck Sound, calls space his body and emptiness his home, who has neither name nor colour nor family nor form, who, meditating on Himself, is both Source and Sound, is the god who shall mount and ride this horse.

He knows the crown is the temple of Self. His breath is deepened by the Unstruck Sound. He has freed himself from the prison of delusion. He knows he is God, who shall He worship?

Master, leave these palm leaves and birch barks to parrots who recite the name of God in a cage. Good luck, I say, to those who think they’ve read the scriptures. The greatest scripture is the one that’s playing in my head.

What the books taught me, I’ve practiced. What they didn’t teach me, I’ve taught myself. I’ve gone into the forest and wrestled with the lion. I didn’t get this far by teaching one thing and doing another.

I gave myself to Him, body and soul, became a bell that the clear note of Him rang through. Thoughts fixed on Him, I flew through the sky and unlocked the mysteries of heaven and hell.

Wear the robe of wisdom, brand Lalla’s words on your heart, lose yourself in the soul’s light, you too shall be free.

-- I, LALLA The Poems of Lal Ded Translated from the Kashmiri by Ranjit Hoskote

[lauvra]

The Progress of Poesy: A Pindaric Ode by Thomas Gray

I.1.

         Awake, Æolian lyre, awake, And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take: The laughing flowers, that round them blow, Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the rich stream of music winds along Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong, Thro' verdant vales, and Ceres' golden reign: Now rolling down the steep amain, Headlong, impetuous, see it pour: The rocks and nodding groves rebellow to the roar.

I.2.

         Oh! Sovereign of the willing soul, Parent of sweet and solemn-breathing airs, Enchanting shell! the sullen Cares And frantic Passions hear thy soft control. On Thracia's hills the Lord of War, Has curb'd the fury of his car, And dropp'd his thirsty lance at thy command. Perching on the sceptred hand Of Jove, thy magic lulls the feather'd king With ruffled plumes and flagging wing: Quench'd in dark clouds of slumber lie The terror of his beak, and light'nings of his eye.

I.3.

         Thee the voice, the dance, obey, Temper'd to thy warbled lay. O'er Idalia's velvet-green The rosy-crowned Loves are seen On Cytherea's day With antic Sports and blue-ey'd Pleasures, Frisking light in frolic measures; Now pursuing, now retreating, Now in circling troops they meet: To brisk notes in cadence beating Glance their many-twinkling feet. Slow melting strains their Queen's approach declare: Where'er she turns the Graces homage pay. With arms sublime, that float upon the air, In gliding state she wins her easy way: O'er her warm cheek and rising bosom move The bloom of young Desire and purple light of Love.

II.1.

         Man's feeble race what ills await, Labour, and Penury, the racks of Pain, Disease, and Sorrow's weeping train, And Death, sad refuge from the storms of Fate! The fond complaint, my song, disprove, And justify the laws of Jove. Say, has he giv'n in vain the heav'nly Muse? Night, and all her sickly dews, Her spectres wan, and birds of boding cry, He gives to range the dreary sky: Till down the eastern cliffs afar Hyperion's march they spy, and glitt'ring shafts of war.

II.2.

         In climes beyond the solar road, Where shaggy forms o'er ice-built mountains roam, The Muse has broke the twilight-gloom To cheer the shiv'ring native's dull abode. And oft, beneath the od'rous shade Of Chili's boundless forests laid, She deigns to hear the savage youth repeat In loose numbers wildly sweet Their feather-cinctur'd chiefs, and dusky loves. Her track, where'er the goddess roves, Glory pursue, and generous Shame, Th' unconquerable Mind, and Freedom's holy flame.

II.3.

         Woods, that wave o'er Delphi's steep, Isles, that crown th' Ægean deep, Fields, that cool Ilissus laves, Or where Mæander's amber waves In ling'ring Lab'rinths creep, How do your tuneful echoes languish, Mute, but to the voice of Anguish? Where each old poetic mountain Inspiration breath'd around: Ev'ry shade and hallow'd Fountain Murmur'd deep a solemn sound: Till the sad Nine in Greece's evil hour Left their Parnassus for the Latian plains. Alike they scorn the pomp of tyrant Power, And coward Vice, that revels in her chains. When Latium had her lofty spirit lost, They sought, O Albion! next thy sea-encircled coast.

III.1.

         Far from the sun and summer-gale, In thy green lap was Nature's darling laid, What time, where lucid Avon stray'd, To him the mighty Mother did unveil Her awful face: the dauntless child Stretch'd forth his little arms, and smiled. This pencil take (she said) whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year: Thine too these golden keys, immortal boy! This can unlock the gates of Joy; Of Horror that, and thrilling Fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.

III.2.

         Nor second he, that rode sublime Upon the seraph-wings of Ecstasy, The secrets of th' Abyss to spy. He pass'd the flaming bounds of Place and Time: The living throne, the sapphire-blaze, Where angels tremble, while they gaze, He saw; but blasted with excess of light, Clos'd his eyes in endless night. Behold, where Dryden's less presumptuous car, Wide o'er the fields of Glory bear Two coursers of ethereal race, With necks in thunder cloth'd, and long-resounding pace.

III.3.

         Hark, his hands thy lyre explore! Bright-eyed Fancy hovering o'er Scatters from her pictur'd urn Thoughts that breathe, and words that burn. But ah! 'tis heard no more— O lyre divine, what daring spirit Wakes thee now? tho' he inherit Nor the pride, nor ample pinion, That the Theban Eagle bear, Sailing with supreme dominion Thro' the azure deep of air: Yet oft before his infant eyes would run Such forms, as glitter in the Muse's ray With orient hues, unborrow'd of the Sun: Yet shall he mount, and keep his distant way Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate, Beneath the good how far—but far above the great.

[hildathesaint]

Perkūnas

The Lithuanian god of Thunder

Attributes: lighting, storms, the sky, an axe or sledgehammer

Animals: goat

Plants: oak

Colours: black, white, grey

The sky deity of the Baltic religion, Perkūnas, is regarded as a fertility god and the guardian of law and order apart from being the god of thunder and lightning. Perkūnas is the most important Lithuanian god, and is the central figure in the Pantheon. The oak, which is the tree most frequently struck by lightning, is regarded as sacred to him.

Perkunas is usually depicted as a middle-aged man riding a two-wheeled cart with goats. In some accounts, the thunder god is seen driving a flaming horse or a cart of white and red horses through the skies. He would be identified by the constellation of Ursa Major.

On his heavenly chariot, Perkunas is holding a goat with one hand while he uses an axe or horn on the other.

Mythology

Folklore usually emphasises that Perkūnas is a patron of weather, he lives between the heaven and the earth in the clouds, he commands the thunder and lightning. Thus Perkūnas occupies the centre of the structure of the universe, becomes the master of the atmosphere (Perkūnas is correspondingly associated with the heaven and the devil - Velnias with the earth, underground, water). Perkūnas possesses a two-wheeled cart harnessed by two goats or horses , and rides through the sky , the sound of the wheels often causes thunder. Perkūnas strikes and chases the devil or devils, though often it is said that this animosity is based on personal grounds because of a certain act the devil committed (theft, insult, abduction of Vaiva, as mentioned below).

An important function of Perkūnas is to fight Velnias. He is sometimes considered the antithesis of Perkūnas and is the god of the underworld and death. Christianity considers "Velnias" akin to their "devil", though this is not in line with ancient beliefs.

Perkūnas pursues his opponent, Velnias, for picaroon or theft of fertility and cattle. Velnias hides in trees, under stones, or turns into various animals: a black cat, dog, pig, goat, lamb, pike, cow or a person to avoid Perkūnas.

Perkūnas pursues an opponent in the sky on a chariot, made from stone and fire (Lithuanian ugnies ratai). Sometimes the chariot is made from red iron.

Perkūnas possesses many weapons. They include an axe or sledgehammer, stones, a sword, lightning bolts, a bow and arrows, a club, and an iron or fiery knife. Perkūnas is the creator of the weapons (Akmeninis kalvis, "the stone smith") or he is helped by the heavenly smith Televelis (Kalvelis).

Perkūnas simultaneously is given the function of the patron of fertility, when he rolls his thunder for the first time in spring the grass starts growing, the processes of vegetation begin, Perkūnas also appears in the wedding symbolism. One other function of Perkūnas is keeping justice. He chases devils but he also punishes bad people, fights evil spirits and keeps the order of the universe.

According to ancient tradition, people who were struck by lightning were protected from devils. The objects that were struck by lightning were also used to cure various ailments, such as fever, toothache, and anxiety. Perkūnas is thus seen as a god of healing as well as destruction.

In some songs Perkūnas, on the way to the wedding of Aušrinė (dawn; the daughter of the Sun), strikes a golden oak. The oak is a tree of the thunder god in the Baltic mythology. Lithuanian Perkūno ąžuolas or Latvian Pērkona ozols ("oak of Perkūnas") is mentioned in a source dated to the first half of the 19th century.

Perkūnas is also connected to Thursday. Thursday is the day of the Thunderer in many traditions: compare Polabian Peräune-dǻn ("day of Perun"), Lithuanian Perkūno diena. Perkūnas is associated with the Roman god Jupiter in early sources. Thursday is a day of thunder-storms and rains, and also of weddings.

Family

In most myths, Perkūnas’s wife is Žemyna, the goddess of the earth. In some myths, Perkūnas would expel his wife and children and then remain in the sky by himself. The reason for this is that Perkūnas was given the responsibility of the stones in the sky whose rumbling and rubbing against each other tend to generate thunder and lightning during storms.

In songs about a "heavenly wedding" Saulė is married to Perkūnas amd cheats on Perkūnas with Mėnulis (the Moon); Perkūnas splits M��nulis in half with a sword, which accounts for the moon phases we see today.

According to another, more popular version, Mėnulis cheats on the Sun with Aušrinė (the morning star) just after the wedding, and Perkūnas punishes him. However, he does not learn and repeats the adultery and is punished again every month. Other explanations say it is why the Sun shines during the day and the Moon at night. Though divorced, both want to see their daughter Žemyna (the Earth).

Some stories claim that Perkūnas and a woman known as Vaiva or the rainbow were supposed to get married but the bride was kidnapped by Velnias, the god of the underworld. Since then, Perkūnas has been hunting Velnias. Some stories also claim that there are four sons of Perkunas who are representative of the four seasons or the four cardinal directions. Sometimes there are seven or nine Perkūnai referred to as brothers. It is said in Lithuanian "Perkūnų yra daug" ("there are many thunders").

[madamlaydebug]

Metatron’s Cube is a sacred Sacred Geometrical symbol that forms a map of Creation, and it is this ‘map’ that the mystics, sages and ancient civilizations have revered throughout the ages of time.

Metatron’s Cube explains ‘birth’ and the infinite expanding field of Creation in all directions of time and space. *Note: It is the dimensions of the Metatron's cube that gives you the Plantonic Solids.

Source energy, through the field of Metatron’s Cube, creates the potential field of creation – a field of high vibrational frequencies that ripple out through creation eventually creating colour, then sound and finally at their lower levels of vibration – physical matter.

Thus the field of Source energy (represented by Metatron’s Cube) permeates through every level, through every aspect of Creation. As that original spark of LOVE of Source expands in all directions of time and space, God is the energy waves, God is the colour, God is the sound and God is the physical matter and God is the entire field of LOVE – Live One Vibrational Energy.

God’s light expands infinitely through Metatron’s cube via one or more of the elements of creation – Earth, Fire, Air, Water coming together through Spirit. Galaxy’s, solar systems, planets, humans, plants, animals, DNA, the atom, sub-atomic particles and hence the energy / space between all matter is made up of one or more of these elements.

Metatron’s Cube is composed of 13 spheres held together by lines from the midpoint of each sphere.

The spheres of Metatron’s Cube represent the ‘Feminine’ whilst the straight lines represent the ‘Masculine’. Thus Metatron’s Cube represents the weaving together of the Male & Female polarities to create the ONENESS field of the infinite ALL.

[starshinedragon]

[Picture source: Eleanor Nightwalker's YT videos] <3

SSO REWRITTEN / FULL STORY SERIES

-> SSO Rewritten is how I would write the main story. The posts will complete the whole main storyline. -> Opening ALL the areas in the horse part of Jorvik (Harvestlands, Winterdale, Springvalley, Summerplains and Jorcrater) -> Story from arriving to Jorvik to defeating Garnok. -> You can find the story related posts with the tags "sso rewritten" and "sso full story series". -> Up to the point where Anne steals the 5-Leaf Clover, I didn’t change anything (unless they did since I played the game lmao), we do it how it is in the game. From that point on, the real party starts. -> The story to come: more detailed descriptions of scenes, unlocking new areas, new factions, new characters and new storylines!

So saddle up and get ready for an adventure!

In this post: Characters Harvestlands: Phase 1-2-3 Winterdale: Phase 4-5-6 Springvalley: Phase 7-8-9 Summerplains: Phase 10-11-12 Final Battle: Phase 13-14-15

CHARACTERS

Rules: --SSL (Starshine Legacy) is the most sacred canon: can’t change it. --Consistent SSO lore, exploring the same Themes as SSL. --Characters staying true to their original SSL selves. --Use Star Shine Legacy and Star Stable Season riders heavily as inspiration. Expand on the stories and worldbuilding suggested in there. --Thus characters’ personalities, magic system, world, etc can’t be changed, only added to. --The Dark Riders are: Sabine and Kaahn (red maned black warmblood, red eyes), Jessica and Erebos (jet-black Friesian), Katja and Tyrann (dapple grey Arabian with light blue eyes), Elise and Acheron (light maned, dark body Rocky Mountains horse)

A, SOUL RIDERS

LISA (Heart of the 5-man band) --Goth aesthetic, “rocker girl”, punk spiky hair, wears black and blue clothes. --Is still into rock music, looks almost scary, but is the heart of the team. --Music based healing powers. --She was the leader of the team in SSL. In SSO, the leader is Alex, but Lisa also remains important.

LINDA (Smart guy of the 5-man band) --Nerd aesthetic, likes to wear green things. Usually the source of exposition. Scout. --Introverted, but will infodump when scared or nervous. --Teaches MC how to see the visions, see truth and dispel illusions.

ANNE (Lancer of the 5-man band) --Prep aesthetic, wears the trendiest light coloured clothes, likes light blue and pink. --She can get like a moody diva sometimes, but mainly brave, loyal and unconditionally devoted. --Sulking sometimes, but not morose. --Teleporting and light powers to dispel the dark magics.

ALEX (Leader/Big guy of the 5-man band) --Jock aesthetic. Likes to wear red and grey, camo, comfortable or even “fighting” clothes. --The one that usually decides they have to act, the others follow her. Anne’s more calm and collected energy balances out Alex’s hot-headedness. Playful bickering. --Reasonable, listens to others now, warrior with a good heart.

B, DARK RIDERS

SABINE (Strong guy) --Short and thin, with short, black hair. Main colours are red, brown and grey/white. --Rival of Alex. Short, angry powerhouse, bone-headed, many times refusing to listen. --Fiery personality, rich, spoiled brat, who secretly thinks, she’s better, than the other Dark Riders, while being deeply envious of them. --Has fire powers. Emotional, easy to anger, will fall into traps playing into that.

JESSICA (Prideful) --Tall and thin (wanted to be a model), prep/goth aesthetic, wears only black, very fashionable. Green eyes. --Rival of Anne. Both start off as prideful, but Anne learns humility by admitting that Alex leads better, than she would. Jessica never lets go of her pride and feeling of superiority and in the end it will be her downfall and fatal flaw.

KATJA (Smart guy) --White, ice blue and light grey colours. Piercing ice blue eyes. Her hair is unnervingly, unnaturally icy white, almost glows. Wears only white, her flowing coat more fashionable, than warm. Always in the mini skirt outfit, even in the coldest weather as if she’s not cold at all. --Medium height, but the most terrifying of the Dark Riders next to Elise. --Rival of Linda, the only one, who can outsmart her. The only way to defeat her is with the truth. --No violin: while it is a nice aesthetic an all, in SSL, there was nothing about Katja being into music. That alone ofc wouldn’t mean she can’t have it, but the fact that Lisa is into music and Aideen was into music does. Magic through music seems to be connected to the good guys and it is generally a good guy trope, so I would stick with that. But she can absolutely keep her violin theme music, just not as her playing.

ELISE (Hateful) --Dark skin, long black hair in small braids, golden (almost sith) eyes. Violet and black colour scheme. --Rival of Lisa. While she is a healer and peace-mediator, Elise sows discord among people and destroys. --As tall as Jess and also muscular (Sabine’s new model’s body type basically) --Wears camo pants and combat boots, military type clothes, sleeveless tops. --Because Eleanor Nightwalker’s design of her is about as close to perfect as humanly possible.

Main Oppositions Table: attributes, that would guide the writing process

C, SECONDARY CHARACTERS

--HERMAN (Mentor): should be less of a goofball. More mysterious, always knows more than he tells us, but not out of malice or forgetfulness, but to protect MC from the grim truths.

--FRIPP (Mentor): is not an annoying rat in SSL. He is our main mentor and guide, alien and distant, but not because he’s bad, but because he has lived so long, raised so many generations of Soul Riders to fight Garnok and watched them all fall and die. Also kinda lost faith, that the druids can beat Garnok. Now, he’s trying not to get attached, to not get his heart broken again, when his students fall. Eventually he learns to open up again and gains back his faith in victory.

--MR SANDS (Redeemed Opponent): since he was manipulated to turn bad, he would eventually turn back to good, to our side, after realising all the damage he’s done, driven by his past love for Rosalind and recent one for Justin and the desire to correct his past mistakes. When he helps us and leaves the dark side, comes into conflict with Darko and is injured. In Winterdale, he is recovering in Pine Hill and is now kind of our ally and our greatest source of insight against Darko, who now leads the Dark Riders.

--DEREK (Ally): is not a postman. He is a badass spy, a secret government agent in SSL and he could get secret agent storylines like spying on GED, Dark Core and Mr. Sands’ enterprises. It would be first during his quests, while spying on Mr Sands, that we realize, Sands maybe wants to leave the bad side behind.

[thewitcheslibrary]

Ak ana

The Turkic people, as well as the Khanty and Mansi peoples of Siberia, worship the "Holy Mother" as their primordial creator-goddess. She is also known as the Goddess of Water. She was Kayra Han's consort and daughter.

Water existed long before Earth. Thus, she was regarded as Earth's elder sister. Water was the source of the Earth's creation.[1] Tengri (God) Kaira Khan, according to old Turkic beliefs, is a clean, white goose that ceaselessly hovers over an unending stretch of water (time). However, before Ak-Ana comes to encourage Kaira Khan to create,[2] he feels a disruption in his serenity. A "sacred duck" named Lura pulled the sand, clay, and silt from the bottom of the water, resulting in the formation of Earth. Everything in existence started out as water. Water produced an equal number of alien and hostile components. It was the owner of spirits and the portal to the other realm. The Ak Ana determined the life, fertility, and production of the land.

Ak Ana means "White Mother," with "white" meaning white and "mother" meaning mother, reflecting her role as the Mother deity who willed and encouraged Ülgen to create everything. She began the life cycle by instilling spirit in everything. In Turkic mythology, water existed before everything else was formed. Ak Ana came from the sea and instructed Ülgen three times: "Create." Her body is formed of light, and her antlers symbolise her strength. Her tail is comparable to that of a mermaid, and she is accompanied by starfish.

She is claimed to reside in Akdeniz (the Mediterranean Sea), and in some traditions, she rises from the sea as a deer. The Ak/white in her name symbolises purity and water.

Element: Water

Animal: Deer and starfish

Colour: White

Crystals: Those associated with the sea like aquamarine, beach stones, pearls and probably sea shells could work.

Incense: Sea and ocean scents

+ Candles are great too since she is a being of pure light.

[the-infinite-dungeon]

A DnD5e Adventure Read Session 2 here

Read Session 3 here The Infinite Dungeon Game Session 1

DM note: Sadly I did not think about recording the first session of The Infinite Dungeon. Hence I am writing this summary based on memory, notes and the art produced after this first game. I have provided links to Art linked to specific scenes and characters in the post ahead. :)

Four individuals found themselves trapped within a cell to their own. Without recollection of how they found their way into this prison, they make their way to get out, whatever means necessary. Each person wakes up in a cell made of cobblestone walls, ground and ceiling. Iron bars including a locked iron door preventing them from simple escape. 

Guthrie @guthrie-odonto, a halfling with some of rather bird-like traits, escaped with some skill and force, picking the lock. Or at least he would have picked it, if it wasn't for tha fact, that he was able to slip right through the bars. Clearly that cell was not made with halflings in mind. Outside in the corridor to the left he discovered two jars. One of them was filled with pure water, the other one had a key hidden inside. Guthrie takes the key. Lyr@lexarga, a blue-skinned half-elf, used to the wild and stormy breeze of the ocean, now found herself trapped in a cell that barely provided any sound at all. The corridors were silent and all evenly lit, but no light source to be seen. After using some brute force she started wandering the lone and strange corridors. Damien @abstractbabble, a human with a very fancy jacket, escaped his cell by popping the lock, but soon encountered a creature that seemed to have it out for him.

Lorem @moreclaypigeons, a human wanderer of the celestial planes, escaped using one of the many keys she held on to. While still sorting her thoughts she was attacked by a creature similar to the one aiming for Damien in another place. The skull bugs as players and characters would soon call them, are skulls with wings that look like rotten leafs. Their lower jaw is missing, but the upper row of teeth is sharp and instead of fangs they have two long fangs, similar in function to sickles. And unfortunately just as sharp as sickles. 

Lyr ends up in a direct encounter with the skullbug that attacked Damien, but Damien decides he’s not having it, instead of helping her, he dashed down the twisted corridors of this labyrinth, only to be almost shot by a sacred flame, cast by Lorem, who just happened to miss her shot. Damien in return to almost having his precious jacket burnt, flips her off.

And just as Damien keeps running, his path is blocked by yet another skullbug rising from a pile of bones. The gelatinous orb within the open skull shimmers in a variety of bright colours. The skullbug slashes with its claws and deals some gruesome injuries to Damien’s beloved jacket.

Damien, taken aback, considers his options, when an arrow strikes the critter down. From the other side of the corner, Guthrie pokes out his head, having taken down the enemy in one shot.

Soon both of them go back, finding Lorem who is taking down another skullbug, Lyr has cleaned up her mess as well. The skullbugs disintegrate and the characters more or less team up, as the players come to understand the lay of the land.

As the group slowly comes to an understanding that all of them have the same objective, getting out of this place, Damien notices that his jacket has been mended. It’s as good as new. None of the other players claim credit for this. Exploring the remaining paths, they end up discovering a 5th cell in the northeast of the map. The cell is empty, there is some rope hanging from the ceiling. On their way through the narrow corridors leading up to said area, they find paper with some writing on it, but after reading, what seems to be the draft for a novel, they soon move on.

At  the center of the labyrinth, west of which there is a set of stairs waiting to be climbed.

As the group walks up the stairs, white fog blocks their vision, before they emerge all together on a new floor, which seems to be a circular communal room, of some sorts. Not much time remains to investigate, as the group is immediately attacked once again by skullbugs. This time it’s a group of them, one of them significantly larger than the others.

While Lorem, Lyr and Guthrie do their upmost to take down the skullbugs, who are definitely stronger than the ones they fought previously, Damien tries to keep himself and his beloved jacket safe.

As combat continues, Damien engages as well. While Lyr uses vicious Mockery, Damien just uses "normal mockery." Lorem, in a moment of strategic brilliance takes down two enemies in one shot with a fire bolt. In an effort to take down the last of the enemies, Lyr, who has been mostly relying on her weapons and supportive magic, casts thunderwave.

In the chaos that ensues, Damien fails to save himself and takes serious injury away from the powerful magic that rumbles through the room. Lyr, shocked, by what happens, apologises and moves over to heal Damien, as their enemies have finally been taken out. Or so they thought. A pile of rubble turns out to be a vicious mimic, as it is being poked by Lyr. As Guthrie attempts to shoot the creature, he misses in a critical fashion and instead Lorem takes an arrow wound to her arm. As the “WHAT THE FUCK!” moment ensues, Damien fails to get out of range, the mimic sees it’s opportunity and attacks. 

And just as Damien is torn to shreds by a pile of vicious bricks, and his companions watch this scene, the group’s vision turns white. The next thing they know... Four individuals found themselves trapped within a cell to their own. 

End session 1

[cosmicangel888]

New 5 D Divine Feminine Standards of Self Design ~ Hold Yourself High

I am not a babysitter to anyone

My time, my energy has been so grossly taken advantage of, my kindness, my good will, my wisdoms and talent have been so grossly taken advantage of ~

Self love is everything - you need not to look to any other for value, worthiness, declaration of importance - you are the only being and energy that gifts this -that is when you begin to build and create a work of art;

Divine feminine - the Art of life is the art of you -

Constant recreation of you - every day, every hour, you get to master you own unique and authentic expression,

Life is not a competition, it is a journey of creative expression, exploration, experience - life is art

You are art - how may you begin each day with new colours, textures, ways, and symbolism, depths and widths of what is divine and sacred;

You are of the heavens - when you look around your world, reality - are you seeing, feeling, sensing, healing and hearing sacredness? Why not?

Truth is everything - Truth is the healing of your fields, bodies, balancing of our multi-dimensionality that can only enhance and uplift as you claim your genie within - the artistic genie that is the God creation - you are blessed every day with new gifts, talents, skills; and each are responsible to work within and practice; this is being mastery and benevolence to the grace of the eternal life that is sparked within - God is such; beyond the beyond

Whatever anyone outer wants of you - use it in your art - use it to your benefit - you are the only one that chooses how to use all energy - - you can be the master transmuter of all energies - God is such; all is a gift ~ devoted to God, Creation, human evolution - God is; truth is and so too will our hearts forever be entangled to create and master ourselves in the journey of song-filled art ©

And when my light, my truth, my colours, my core authentic offering triggers a darkness, a wound, a pondering, then go within - honour it, seek it, face it; heal thy wounds so they do not become another's - life is an art - you can begin anew; this is the eternal gift of God.

Art is

Creativity is all and everything to the soul - creative expression heals, offers new to the universe, multi-verse ©

All is

Blessings and light,

God will assure that all will know you of your light - do you believe of such; Gods grace is soft, honouring, blessed with the grace of God; it is sweet, powerful and divine - when you know there are legions of light working behind the scenes to assure you are given what is due; for those that have for eons made your life living hell; just to test and take, and demolish your art - for God is, and maintain yourself in loving prayer; God is

God and the Creator of all that is; God is art -

It is light, honouring, sacred to all life

The aura of light and rainbows - #understandingenergy #understandGod #understandinguniversallaws #5Dearth #God #Source #heavens #healinghumanity #ascension #ascensiontools #ascensionbooks #healingdivinefeminine #divinefemininerolemodels #creativehealing #creativeexpression

[prairie-tales]

Sioux pipe bowl, c. 1880.

Region: Great Plains.

This is the bowl of a tobacco pipe made by Eastern Sioux natives. It is carved from the red catlinite traditionally used to make bowls of wooden stemmed pipes. Catlinite is a soft, easily carved stone that ranges in colour from light to deep red. It was used by the Sioux for ritual and ceremonial pipes and was regarded as sacred. Legend says that the Great Spirit stood upon a wall of rock in the form of a bird and the tribe gathered to him. The Great Spirit took a piece of clay from the rock and fashioned a pipe. As he smoked it, he blew the smoke over to the people. He told them that they had been made from the red stone and they must offer smoke to him through it. He forbade the use of the stone for anything but pipes. The Sioux used pipe smoke at every ceremony. Before beginning to smoke, the pipe-holder would cradle the bowl in his palm with the stem pointing outwards. He would then sprinkle a little tobacco on the ground, giving back to Mother Earth what they had taken.

Source: ‘Folk Art’, Susann Linn-Williams, pp. 212-13.

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An INKLING of INFINITY

Sun's spread whisking planets

Into maker's stir, cosmic banquets

Light's inciting plight, colossal sight

Forming states like fates igniting bright

The soul creates, the seed's spark satiates

Destined Flames till distant stars await

Destruction comes, the holey black vacuum

The source it resonates, the deed's an ended whole

Stardust fluttered colours into flight, ceaseless control

Love, fettered, freed toward relished roles

Yet still in stillness of cyclical dynamics

Transcendence flickers into fluorescent epics.

Permanence 

The truth beyond the rich orgasmic built infinity 

Of which we grasp a gluttonous drab inkling

(Nevertheless our worshiped zenith)

The universe's strawberry-sweet secret

Sensual vicinity, sacred vicarious milk— 

No hold a single sip of wrangled wrinkling

Ageless and faceless, dry and dreamy

Until we drip our love and dress it

Into whatever we please, pleasure's fit

We expand, sex's shimmer, sweet swirling

Through eons of birth and death hurling

On and on, we gift, mould and transform

Until unity is our distant foretold form 

Once it comes all is behind, grit and grind a holy plane, a painless hive mind designed

And stars will condense into new sense

It's all been there, the endless enlargement

From the big bang a promise was made

Forever the universe would increase in size

And oh, the brisk the bliss the bounty,

The blood of suns made by bleeding sons

Every drop a golden gleam of change and growth!

Light's ladled lustre and origin's open oath

When we join our new bodies, we will have both.

We contain the universe inside of us

Just as the universe contains our flail and fuss

But we will evolve, revolve, dissolve, involve

Ourselves toward the desired destiny all will resolve

An inkling of infinity, our lacking, limited destiny

To be opened, split and released, a sworn free 

This universe is only beginning

Can't you hear its incessant ringing?

For more

More

More

And forever, soar! On it will go

And in us a reeling rush to sow

And to glow, to glow, to glow

The universe is only beginning 

And ends are only brims for blooming starts

When souls are made for slick, seductive success

And galaxies learn to pulse pleadingly with human hearts

Rise above, witness what you will win

Heavenly haven, hiding hazily in hastelesness

You will evolve, it beats in your bones

Your sun is coming, as is your cluster

Your bodies are coming, filled with moans

You will encircle around what you're bound

Center stays, but outer suns come and go

Missions finished, returning to the light

Darling, there is no end to you, you are all

Infinity suits you like the skin of a star

No reason to flail nor fear, 

No purpose to steer nor stall

Fathom it now and you'll go fast and far

Through coming and going

Through birth and death

Through love's bestowing

Through every sacred breath

Creation and destruction 

From state of doing to being

From state of being to seeing

Ascended calls to function

Truths etched in your soul's seeing

You are infinite, there is no end

When the universe will expand,

Unravel, undisguise, rule in its stand

And never waver, doubt, or bend

Only then will we know what to defend!

© Anthony Herman

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Human-Human Fruit: Ghost Model – ONE PIECE INSPIRED PROSE

Katherine Shan’s average life became far more chaotic and unusual, bizarre and profound when she found herself the owner of a devil fruit: some of the most misunderstood phenomenia, highly sought after and very rarely dissected, analysed and picked apart to discover their true purpose. For many, it’s also a source of praise, a muse of sorts to inspire and create, as well as a weapon to conquer and destroy. All these reasons to obtain or discard a devil fruit depend on the type of fruit found, though Katherine was unsure at first if it truly was what she had thought it was, because, despite the foul taste accompanied with it which had been documented the world over, she found she had no powers or special abilities, at least not immediately anyway. It was a sudden realisation, or perhaps could more so be described as an awakening of the mind, as if she had come to a profound discovery of her own capabilities, which had always lay hidden beneath the surface. 

A fighter of the finest order, a skilled swordswoman of the tactical arts, she fought with an air of grace, almost as if it were an elaborate dance – memorising, one which enchanted her enemies before they were sliced down where they stood, with the help of some magical words uttered to enhance the power within her footwork and sword. It was a technique she had honed in and perfected over the years, taught by her Sensei many years prior when she had been found as a lowly street urchin on the grimmy streets of some faraway place she knew little about. The seas were her home now, and with her help of her crew, she was sure to make a difference. 

The fruit was found on a whim, while she was walking through a market searching for food and other essentials her crew needed for their long journey ahead, as she was pulled aside by an elderly saleswoman who seemed desperate to pass the burden of the fruit off onto someone else, though Katherine wasn’t entirely sure to what end. She had heard of the fruits, and was aware of the trade she’d have to make with sacrificing her ability to swim for this new found powers, though was unaware what kind of power she’d obtain. What would she do? She pondered over the dilemma for quite some time, as the woman disappeared into the shadows, relieved to no longer have the burden of those accursed fruits on her shoulders. 

It would be some time later, when a group of young children found this woman, barely clinging onto life in some abandoned, dirty, secluded alleyway, after she had been questioned about the whereabouts of said fruit, only to be beaten and nearly killed anyway. 

“There… there was a woman, with bright red hair, she carried a sword… upon her waist. You can’t miss that burn on her face.”

And it was true, you couldn’t, and Katherine had never made a point of hiding it before, believing it to only further her infamy; in truth, the look of it in the small mirror in her cabin reminded her of times long since passed, of her early childhood before being cast out onto the streets to fend for herself, before her Sensei, a kind woman who had, herself, also been saved from a life of barely surviving by another, rescued her and taught her this sacred art of swordsmanship, passed from woman to girl over the course of many hundreds of years. She reminded herself daily to never take the sword for granted, that she had been given a gift, that she did and always would have people in her corner to fight for her, that she must do the same for others, or risk bringing shame upon those she represented across the seas. 

Now, she was faced with a similar dilemma, to eat the fruit or to sell it on, whether it was wise to take the gamble or not. She looked over the fruit, in the low light of the cabin, lit by several candles throughout the room, and found it a sickly looking thing. It was an odd colour, in places it appeared a forest green, yet when she tossed and turned it over it gave off the appearance of being translucent, almost a milky, creamy white. Patterns wavey, spiralling upwards in a haunting motion could also be observed. The fruit itself was a tall, thin shape, though not curved like a banana; it looked more like a mutated aubergine.

She was pulled back from her thoughts, back into reality, when she was called to attention by her captain, who was a rough, tall, bearded man with a usually friendly, easy-going, but reliable personality known to his crew as Ivan Zakaria; this time, much like others when they were ambushed by other pirates, bounty hunters or those looking for a fight, his fun-loving personality was replaced by a stern, serious man who expected (and often received) the best from his crew, in order to ensure they get the most out of any fight they take part in. Still, it was during this fight, when they quickly discovered that the group hunting Katherine and the devil fruit were part of a much larger organisation, with more men and of a higher skill than they were equipped to deal with, Katherine looked around her, as she had become cornered with seemingly no way out. 

There’s always a way out, she heard the voice in the back of her mind, from somewhere deep inside her, and she knew what she had to do. Take a risk, take that first step into oblivion, all to save her friends. 

She took the fruit in hand, and took a large, hefty bite from the rotten-tasting treat. She was unsure for a moment, as the group attacking them hadn’t expected such an action, what to do or if it had worked, how she would even know what kind of ability (if any) she had gained. They were shocked, completely blindsided, remaining in place for a moment or so, as they watched and waited to see what would happen to the swordswoman (and themselves in the process). 

It was sudden, this shift from human to other, as was the nature of a newly transformed Zoan user, as she was given the ability to move between ghost, zombie and human, as was this particular fruit’s way. She was now a Human-Human Fruit user, this particular model was known as the Ghost Model. It was poetic of sorts, for a swordswoman who was so light on her feet, whose very technique relied upon grace, speed and more, would be most suited to a fruit which exhuded such qualities in abundance. 

As a ghost, which she found the transformation into quite natural, as if it had always been there, somewhere inside her, awakened by a sudden rush, a realisation of knowledge, an awareness of what is, she found her quick, almost cat-like abilities blended well with a presence which was both there and not there, leaving her enemies wondering, in the moment between now and the next, if she had really been there at all. That is, until she cut them down with a quick, yet fatal slash, too sudden for them to realise they were already dead.

It would be much later, during subsequent battles, as her notoriety increased with the combination of her learned abilities from her Sensei, with the inherent abilities found through the devil fruit she had eaten, that she came to utilised the zombie transformation of the fruit, a combination itself of life and death aspect of the Human-Human Fruit. But, for now, her goal was to save her crew, as a warrior, friend and member of this family she had created for herself, as a former street urchin, then as a would-be pirate. And once was battle was won, and her captain looked upon his crew with a fond, proud smile upon his face, he fell to his knees in a sudden rush of pain, as blood could be seen seeping through the linen of his shirt. She was quick to his side, as their ship’s doctor rushed to fetch supplies to help stitch Ivan back up. But it was fruitless, as his hair, so wild yet seemingly so well-kept and organised, much like everything the captain did in his life, stuck to his forehead with hot, sticky sweat, as his breathing became laboured and the blood would not stop, no matter how much they attempted to stem the flow and put pressure on the wound. 

Others helped her carry Zakaria to his cabin, where he was placed on his bed and where he would remain until his death; he was no longer fit to rule, and the responsibility for her crew then fell onto the young swordswoman, which she took on with all the attitude of someone who felt so strongly, who believed so wholeheartedly in the cause she was working towards and helping in doing so. She became acting captain, and as she sat by Ivan’s bedside, in the days afterwards as the doctor did all he could to help him, he looked up at her with tired, weary eyes, far removed from the image of the strong, dependable leader he had always been. “You’re doing a great job, you know. Far better than I thought, the crew are in good hands with you in charge.” 

“Don’t speak like you won’t outlive us all, Ivan.”

He chuckled lightly, weakly, not as he might have otherwise, in times when he was much healthier and stronger than he was now. “So it’s ‘Ivan’ already, is it? What happened to Captain?”

She smiled then, before taking his hand in hers, her smile fading slowly as he gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. “I’m scared, people rely on me more than they ever did when you were in charge. What if I mess it all up? What if they decide I’m not as good a leader as they thought?”

She didn’t expect his answer, more so because she was so unsure of herself that she felt nothing could ease the suffering and doubt living in her head. She didn’t know just how much she relied upon him still, and how much his guidance gave her back her courage to be the leader they all needed during this turmultuous time in her life.

“Why do you think they follow you, Katherine? Do you think them so unwise and foolish that they would follow someone unfit to lead? Someone they could not rely on? Who would abandon them in their time of need? We are a family, friends until the end, that kind of connection doesnt just break or fade away during uncertain times, if anything it only gets stronger when you lean on others as they lean on you. Trust yourself, but most importantly trust others who trust you.”

When Zakaria died the next day, she remembered his words from one moment until the next, each day, until her last, believing in him until she believed in herself, just as he was sure she would make the perfect captain after he was gone, for he was sure his journey was coming to an end. His will was passed down to her, as she carried the torch from master to student, from captain to second in command, as they headed for grander adventures on more and more dangerous seas. 

Their next stop? The New World.

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