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youre-ackermine · 8 months ago

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Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin // Attack on Titan

Fanfiction, headcanons & moodboards posted here on Tumblr

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Posted: 03/30/2024 || Last update: 06/09/2024

Levi Ackerman x Reader

Under the Mistletoe • Tumblr // AO3

Don't you dare! • Tumblr // AO3

Levi Ackerman x Hange Zoe (Levihan)

Sunburst • Tumblr // AO3

Belated Birthday • Tumblr // AO3

Echo • Tumblr // AO3 • for @dont-f-with-moogles

Dumbstruck • Tumblr // AO3

Night Out • Tumblr // AO3

Flushing • Tumblr // AO3

Lips like Sugar • Tumblr // AO3 • fanart by wolfstar13_ on Instagram

Troublée (part one) • Tumblr // AO3

Levi Ackerman x Petra Ral (Rivetra)

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Levi Ackerman x Erwin Smith (Eruri)

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Levi Ackerman x Miche Zacharias (Rivamike)

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Levi Ackerman x Hange Zoe x Erwin Smith (Erurihan)

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Hange Zoe x Pieck Finger (Pikuhan)

Behind the Scenes • Tumblr // AO3

Hange Zoe x Erwin Smith (Eruhan)

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Erwin Smith x Reader

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Erwin Smith x Miche Zacharias (Mikeeru/Erumike)

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Levi Ackerman

Levi's Birthday 2023 + moodboard • Tumblr // AO3

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Levi Ackerman x Hange Zoe (Levihan)

Postwar!Levihan Valentine's Day 2024 + moodboard • Tumblr // AO3

Our First Christmas + moodboard • Tumblr // AO3

Sunday Walk • Tumblr // AO3 • inspired by @ashh-ketchup 's fanart

Hange Zoe x Erwin Smith (Eruhan)

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Jean Kirstein x Reader

Jean Kirstein x Fem!Reader Valentine's Day 2024 + moodboard • Tumblr // AO3

Historia Reiss x Ymir (Yumihisu)

Yumihisu Band AU + headcanons • Tumblr // AO3

Levi Ackerman

Love Bites (NSFW) with @leviismybby • Tumblr // AO3

Levi's Fingers (NSFW) • Tumblr // AO3

Levi Ackerman / Levi Week 2023 Event

for @leviweek2023

Day 1 Tea Shop

Day 2 Underground City

Day 3 Affection and Fondness

Day 4 Dad / Family

Day 5 Vampire AU // No Name Band

Day 6

Day 7

Day 8

Levi Ackerman x Reader

TattooArtist!Levi for @stellar-smth || fanfiction Under your Skin

Postwar!Levi fanfiction inspo "Mursa" for @sixpennydame || fanfiction North Star

Postwar!Levi fanfiction inspo "Postwar Fort Salta" for @sixpennydame || fanfiction North Star

Levi Ackerman x Hange Zoe (Levihan)

No Name #1

No Name #2 [coming soon]

Postwar!Levihan Valentine's Day 2024 + headcanons

Our First Christmas + headcanons

Student!Levihan for @smol-lydia || fanfiction I Wanna Make a Couple Bad Decisions (with you)

Scouts!Levihan for @this-is-krikkit

Valentine's Day 2023

Levi Ackerman x Petra Ral (Rivetra)

Rivetra for @love4-bunny

Levi Ackerman x Farlan Church (Levifar)

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Erwin Smith x Reader

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Erwin Smith x Miche Zacharias (Mikeeru/Erumike)

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Eren Jaeger x Mikasa Ackerman (Eremika)

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Jean Kirstein x Reader

Jean x Fem!Reader Valentine's Day 2024 + headcanons

Historia Reiss x Ymir (Yumihisu)

Yumihisu Band AU + headcanons

Header & dividers: @youre-ackermine || Do not use without credit 💟

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sunburstkisser · 7 months ago

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Pony Proposal-

Morbid Curiosity had no idea that Sunburst was going to propose. Especially since the ring Sunburst brought was an antique, unicorn horn wedding band. He just thought his antique loving boyfriend was excited to get his hooves on a new, old artifact! That was until Sunburst popped the question alongside popping open the little wooden box, “Will you marry me?”

It took Morb some time to process what had just happened, but once it struck, it struck. And he threw himself across the picnic blanket to envelope Sunburst in a big hug. Tears welled up in his eyes as he shouted ‘Yes!’ over and over between elated sobs, burying his face in the stallion’s neck.

Morbid Curiosity’s sniffles died down as he leaned back to look up at Sunburst, a smile beaming on his face as he watched the unicorn stallion wipe away his own tears. He held his right hoof out, his eyes following the ring box as it was magically placed onto his awaiting appendage with a soft ‘click!’

“.. How am I gonna wear the ring-”

[Pr*shippers, c*mshippers, d*rkshippers, and neutrals do NOT interact. If you interact, you’re openly admitting to being predatory weirdos.]

Background by Vector-Brony!

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dragonagecompanions · 1 year ago

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DA2 crew reacting to Hawke who stops caring? Maybe after the death of Leandra they just stop showing any kind of emotion? Not even rage or sadness it's as if they're made tranquil but without the need to be cut off from the fade instead, it's their emotions that are cut off. When they finally ask Hawke they simply shrug and respond with

"Why do I care? Everyone leaves me or they want something from me only to stab me in the back, why should I care anymore?"

Just, just pure angst heartbreak something that will hurt I BEG FOR THE HURT JUICE!

WELCOME TO THE JUICE BAR! HERE THERE BE ANGST!

Varric: He gets it. For most of the time, amongst the odd band of friends he has made in the City of Chains, Varric puts on a very convincing show as the devil may care rogue with the world at his fingers and no weight on his shoulders.

But on the nights when he is not walking through Darktown killing...well, anyone who crossed their path really, it was hard to maintain the mask. When the last drunken drunken warbler had left or past out or otherwise left the Hang Man silent in the wee hours even his tavern rooms couldn't keep the echoes at bay. Brother, father, mother, ancestral culture and society; all of it gone before he was even respectably middle age. He'd lost Orzammar before his first breathe, and no matter how in the Merchant Guild he climbed no surfacer would ever be anything less than a casteless outcast.

Normally that didn't bother him, but on the heaviest nights...He can't bring back everything Hawke lost, and isn't fool enough to try. But he can be a friend, a port in the storm. Once Hawke's mindset is known Kirkwall's resident story teller makes it his mission to be a constant bulwark for his friend. He has let them flounder for too long-- dwarves might not be great at swimming, but Varric will not let Hawke drown.

Bethany: It takes a long time for her own bitterness, at a life of endless hunger and exhaustion and nightmares of a Grey Warden that she would never have chosen for herself, to fade enough for her sibling's silence to truly register. Their mother's death had been a terrible blow, a severing of the last parental bond, but it had also heralded a silence from Kirkwall that...

Well, that she had come to take for granted. Varric still wrote like clockwork, his letters a comforting and humorous glance into the city that had been home so briefly, but after more than a year the remaining Hawke sibling looks up to realize she has had not a word in months. Her last letter was so bitter, penned in grief and anger and without thought for the child who actually had to see and bury Leandra, but now those caustic words eat at her own mind.

Distance has bled off the pain, and the missive that goes to the City of Chains is almost meek in comparison to her fiery words. But the letter she receives makes silence preferable-- she can feel her sibling's desolate apathy through the short penned lines, and for once she aches for the cramped paradise of Gamlen's hovel when their family was mostly whole.

They do not write again, and in her shame and sorrow she does not ask them to. A Grey Warden is meant to leave all their former life behind, and yet somehow her older sibling has managed to cut loose of those bonds-- and Bethany finds herself clinging to a life that she cannot save.

Anders: Justice roils, unsettled and uneasy at the terrible symmetry. There is no sunburst scar to mark the sundering of mind and fade, no judgement rendered to murder life and emotion, and yet tranquility would almost be preferable to the empty aching sorrow. Hawke had always been a vibrant soul, built for purpose and life and determined to make their way in the world no matter the cost. But this...

There had been a time when Anders had been that alone. The loss of friends, of family, of the chance to have a life of his own. Even the freedom of the circles had still left him chained to another institution, no matter how preferable the Grey Wardens might have been. Isolation was a like an unhealing wound, pulling at the body and soul until there was nothing left to fight it. A sepsis of the soul, where no surgeon's blade could cut it free.

There had been no true isolation since Justice had come to him; it feels like a betrayal to admit he missed it.

And oh Anders wants to comfort his friend, tries to be there and sets aside (as much as his fracturing mental state will allow) the conversation of mages rights for other conversation. Brings food and wine and tries to rekindle that spark that had always been in Hawke's soul.

But his plans for the Chantry -and the looming betrayal that must carve them apart once again- keeps a pall of guilt over those efforts. It seems crueler somehow -infinitely more so if they are in a romantic relationshiip-to build up only to destroy, and so knowing he cannot help one of his first true friends in the city is another burden to lay against the cost of mage freedom on the scales of Justice.

Isabela: At first she brushes it off as a bad day, nothing that a trip to the Hanged Man and the Blooming Rose can't clear right up. She's had a few of her own, after all, and knows the liberal application of lover and libation to be a perfect solution for gloomy moods. Friend or lover, she knows how to raise the spirits.

But when that doesn't work, when her efforts are shot down again and again in that same terrible, dry tone, something distant and awful howls in the back of her mind. As the captain of a ship she is good at watching for storms and reefs, for the dangerous shoals that can render a ship little more than kindling or the hurricanes that turn even the greatest ports into unsafe harbors. There are no maps to nagivate here, no sounding charts or sextant readings to guide her to calmer waters.

She has looked death and danger in the eye with laughter and a ready blade, but the dull and distant apathy in her friends eyes shakes her like no nautical challenge ever has. They tetter on the crest of a wave, and for all that she might scramble for control the trough might be too much for them to weather. Emotions have never been her strong suite, commitment not in her wheelhouse. Isabela is shallow and vain by her own admission, made for the life at sea and not meant to drop anchor forever.

But when she takes a heading, she takes it true. It will be work, work the captain is not at all sure she is capable of, but in all her long life Isabela has never abandoned a crew member gone overboard. And even if Hawke is determined to struggle against joy and life and recovery, she will not let them drown.

Aveline: It is so, so tempting to lay pain for pain. To compare the loss of home and husband and life against the inevitable (if untimely) loss of parent, the grief of lost siblings and broken friendships to the struggle of proving herself to the guard. Who are they cut themselves off from those who love them, when no one is untouched by loss?

But the simple and terrible truth is that pain is a terrible equalizer, and lays low all who come before it. Aveline has fought for her position as a guardsman, and then guard captain, and is proud of her duty. But she is also too well aware that the burdens laid at her desk are nothing like that of a Champion of a city, and that Kirkwall has for years asked far more of Hawke than it has given in return. Her friend has never waivered, never failed in their devotion to a city that never stops taking.

Her own rise in station comes of both her work and theirs, and with a pang Aveline is suddenly unsure if she has ever let Hawke know how deeply grateful she has been for their friendship-- from that first day in Ferelden onward.

It is not in her nature to look back and regret on mistakes that cannot be fixed, or dwell too much on old sorrows. With Donnell's help she can only move forward as a better friend, a better companion. To make sure Hawke knows without question that they are loved, and to guard them and their future as she does the city they will build it in.

Fenris: Everything he touches, it seems, must be laid low.

There is no question that his social skills lack a certain...polish, nor that on the whole Fenris and society are mostly estranged. He in content to live in his decaying mansion, to make a life devoid of company when not traipsing through Kirkwall with a ragtag bunch of friends. He does not seek out company often, is not comfortable with the idea of the vulnerability that friendship requires with more than a handful of people.

It does not occur to him until Hawke's empty and apathetic words that those actions and attitudes might hurt more than himself. Hawke has been a better friend and compatriot than Fenris ever dared to hope for, certainly better than he had the right to ask for, but his actions have not been equal to that friendship. He has let them suffer alone, or at least mostly unsupported, and that is...

It hurts like the Fog Warriors hurt, needless betrayal when something better might have been.

There is a cold blessing in the memories of a life enslaved being ripped away by the lyrium, even if the experiences after were hardly kindness itself. But Hawke must live with it all, the pain and betrayal and the crushing isolation that comes with duty. Fenris has chosen to be alone, at least, in his self imposed solitude.

Hawke has no one.

It is a bitter vintage of guilt, particularly for a romanced Fenris who has done more than most to cause such pain. But he has not come so far in life without being tenacious, and commitment to a goal is keen to success. If he must finally leave the mansion behind, to spend everyday with his friend until that sorrow is as distant as his life in Tevinter, than it is a sacrifice worth making.

He will bring the good wine--it stands up well to despair.

Carver: There is a sort of inherent loss of self, when you have a twin. For all that Bethany and he had been different people, it is at times unavoidable that you be lumped together by even your family. It is rarely malicious but often very annoying, and was in some ways the catalyst for how much he envied his older sibling's singular triumphs and failures. There was no one to share that spotlight with, and it burned at something deep within Carver's soul.

The bitter grief that came when Bethany was gone, gone and leaving him with no one to lock step with, did not lend itself to mending the hard feelings for his older sibling. While not so cruel as Leandra to lay blame at the eldest Hawke child for his sister's death, her absence creates a void that neither can ever truly fill.

Time heals some wounds, of course, but distance and duty can cauterize what has not yet healed. Leaving his life behind to take the oath of a Grey Warden is perhaps the most freeing thing he has ever done, and if it is easier than most to carve away his past life...he is well named for it. That is not to say that the news of his mothers death does not pain him, but his new brothers and sisters a balm in a way family has not been in the past.

It is cold comfort when Varric's letter, with the uncertain request to write to his sibling in an attempt to ease their pain, makes them uncomfortably aware that years have passed without correspondence. Somewhere between the Deep Roads and his duties the oldest Hawke sibling ceased to be a daily thought for him, and Carver is ashamed to realize that he was relieved when the letters stopped. He does write a few stilted lines, unsurprised to receive no reply, and tells himself he can do no more.

If his father's face haunts his dreams with imagined disappointment and grief for months after, let that be penance enough.

Merrill: If Clan Sabrae still lives she will find it difficult to relate, but if Keeper Marethari's actions have cost her so much more than Merrill is painfully aware of the pain of total isolation. Hawke does not even have the eluvian to compensate their struggles, and for a time the Dalish mage is unsure how to help.

So she simply listens. Even if it is apathetic silence, or quiet sorrow, or even howling rage, Merrill stays. Her friend has never abandoned her, not in all the time she has known Hawke. Their life has been a bitter one, with duty and grief and helpless loss too mich a companion. Nothing she can do will fix the past, but she can prove to them with the consistency and patience of her presence that they are not alone.

The introduction of baked goods to that listening and support is also, in her experience and delight, a helpful tool. Among the Dalish shared food is the foundation of family and community, and in time she will use it to bring hope back to her friend.

Creators, let her succeed.

-Mod Fereldone

#dragon age 2 #merrill #aveline #hawke #carver hawke #bethany hawke #fenris #anders #isabela #angst

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bubbleverseart · 8 months ago

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Hey, we think your art is amazing, and the combination of comic artist and musician is like exactly the skill set we are trying to learn right now. Thank you for existing😊

We just got our first guitar about a month ago, and we named her Rain. So, does your guitar have a name? And if so. What is it?

Hi ! Well, first, Thank you for all your kind words, it means a lot <3 So, about guitars: I have a few differents ones, but only 2 have names. The first one is a Fender Stratocaster sunburst I bought was I was just starting out. She was a B-Stock one, and the neck was all messed up; she had also a kind of pink stain on the headstock, i don't know why, but I called her "Rosie" because of it, 'cause in French, "Rose" means Pink There's a comic in the making about her ^^ The second one is a Red Flying V made by a Luthier a few months back. I lost my best friend last year, who was the only one to know about me being trans. It broke me emotionally, and It took months to recover, and it eventually led to my coming out last december, but that's another story. I named her "Ash", as a tribute to my fav band, Wishbone Ash, and to remember that, ashes are the fertilizer of life, where stories are reborn <3

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thekingofgear · 2 months ago

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Colin with his Sadowsky NYC Precision-style Bass

On September 16, Sadowsky Guitars shared this new photo of Colin with his custom bass guitar on the company's instagram page. Although the post's description didn't contain much info, they have shared quite a bit in the past.

Back in July 2018, Colin stopped by Sadowsky's shop in New York City in between Radiohead shows at Madison Square Garden (the band played the venue four times that week). His visit was to discuss a custom build with shop manager Lisa Ellis Mitra-Hahn. Roger Sadowsky has made custom guitars in NYC under the Sadowsky name since the late-1970s, but in the intervening decades the company has expanded to a team of custom builders, plus relatively-lower-priced models produced in Germany under the MetroLine moniker.

Colin stopped by again to pick up that custom build nearly a year later, on the morning of June 10, 2019. This time, Sadowsky provided a lot more info on the build, including a bunch of close-up photos of the instrument. Visually, the bass instantly draws a resemblance to the worn 1963 sunburst Fender Precision that Colin used heavily during the A Moon Shaped Pool era (not to be confused with the 70s sunburst P-bass that he mainly played during the OK Computer era). According to Sadowsky, the custom bass was meant as a stand-in for that vintage instrument, and Colin said much the same:

"This bass was inspired by the P Bass that Donald Duck Dunn used that had a jazz-sized neck. I wanted a comfortable, lightweight, touring instrument with the soul of a P Bass but the comfort and feel of a Sadowsky instrument." — Colin Greenwood

Perhaps the most surprising aspect of the bass was Colin's special request, mentioned at the end of the Facebook post: "he is colorblind and has trouble seeing white side dots under blue stage lights." Lisa Ellis Mitra-Hahn's solution was to install orange side dot markers, rather than the traditional white dots.

Much is made of Jonny's red-green colorblindness, and the ways Colin would tease him. One incident stands out in particular: “Jonny is colorblind, and when we were young, I gave him a red crayon to use for the grass he was coloring. It was a blood bath” (RollingStone). However, Colin hasn't mentioned his own colorblindness before. Perhaps Colin's is milder, or the rarer blue-yellow colorblindness.

A photo of Colin discussing his newly acquired Sadowsky with Lisa Ellis Mitra-Hahn, who built it, at the Sadowsky showroom in Long Island City, Queens in June, 2019.

In a comment on Facebook, the company further explained that the bass is "active but has an active/passive push pull switch in the tone knob." The controls for the active pickups are presumably the stacked knobs near the end of the pickguard (in the spot where you'd find the output jack on a traditional 50s/60s P-bass). As a result the Sadowsky bass has its output jack on the side, like an early-50s Tele-style P-bass. The Sadowsky active preamp offers a +18 dB boost at 40 Hz on the bass control (bottom half) and a +18dB boost at 4 kHz on the treble control (top half).

A close-up of the orange side dot markers!

Some nice photos of the instrument itself in 2019.

#Colin Greenwood #Jonny Greenwood #Radiohead #Sadwosky

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marcelwrites · 7 months ago

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Band practice again this afternoon. Had a wicked time. Jamming Last Caress by The Misfits and we had a laugh about how similar it is to Blitzkrieg Bop by The Ramones. Fucked around with some Blink 182 and Descendants too, and then jammed on some original stuff I was playing on the bass. My Fender J Bass sounds ridiculously good, much better than my Jackson, which I practice with at home, and the difference in tone is night and day. I've just been lurking on eBay for another Fender J Bass in sunburst with a white pick guard, or in white with a black pick guard. I'm working on a song and I'll bring it to the band next Wednesday. The drummer, one of my close mates, is miles ahead of where I am in terms of technical skill and I just listen to him and everything sounds so effortless. He's kind of an inspiration and we both fuck hard with Liquid Death. Can't wait until we're up and playing shows in front of an audience. My goal for this year is to get up and play our first show, and eventually get and record some original material. I can't wait to share the updates with you guys.

#marcelwrites #writing #words #personal #life

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xxcloudyskiezxx · 1 year ago

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Crescent now has a band partner! Sunburst, the two have a band together called 'Diurnal Rhythm'. Sunburst belongs to my girlfriend, Blueviolet, and Crescent belongs to me.

These two mean a lot to me and im prolly gonna ramble about the lore im coming up with for them eventually.

#art #artist #fanart #oc art #oc #original character #trolls #trolls fanart #trolls oc #trolls band together #trolls world tour #cloudyskiez #cloudyskiez art

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talonabraxas · 11 months ago

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Solar Logos Talon Abraxas

"The Greeks believed that Apollo, Bacchus, Dionysos, Sabazius, Hercules, Jason, Ulysses, Zeus, Uranus, and Vulcan partook of either the visible or invisible attributes of the sun. The Norwegians regarded Balder the Beautiful as a solar deity, and Odin is often connected with the celestial orb, especially because of his one eye. Among the Egyptians, Osiris, Ra, Anubis, Hermes, and even the mysterious Ammon himself had points of resemblance with the solar disc. Isis was the mother of the sun, and even Typhon, the Destroyer, was supposed to be a form of solar energy. The Egyptian sun myth finally centered around the person of a mysterious deity called Serapis. The two Central American deities, Tezcatlipoca and Quetzalcoatl, while often associated with the winds, were also undoubtedly solar gods.

In Masonry the sun has many symbols. One expression of the solar energy is Solomon, whose name SOL-OM-ON is the name for the Supreme Light in three different languages. Hiram Abiff, the CHiram (Hiram) of the Chaldees, is also a solar deity, and the story of his attack and murder by the Ruffians, with its solar interpretation, will be found in the chapter The Hiramic Legend. A striking example of the important part which the sun plays in the symbols and rituals of Freemasonry is given by George Oliver, D.D., in his Dictionary of Symbolical Masonry, as follows:

"The sun rises in the east, and in the east is the place for the Worshipful Master. As the sun is the source of all light and warmth, so should the Worshipful Master enliven and warm the brethren to their work. Among the ancient Egyptians the sun was the symbol of divine providence." The hierophants of the Mysteries were adorned with many insignia emblematic of solar power. The sunbursts of gilt embroidery on the back of the vestments of the Catholic priesthood signify that the priest is also an emissary and representative of Sol Invictus." -Manly P. Hall

The Solar Logos is inherently the Avatar Christos Matrix, which is the fourth triad of intelligence that holds the higher frequency bands of the 10th, 11th and 12th dimensions in our Universal Time Matrix. The triadic identity of the Avatar Matrix is required to link into the Soul Matrix in order to directly ascend back into the Universal Mind and Cosmic Logos. This level of consciousness embodiment is now possible from within any section of the time matrix. The Avatar Christos is the energetic reality of experiencing Unity with God, embodying the Unity Logos as an intelligent consciousness field, where enlightened extradimensional contact begins for working in Universal Service for the Cosmic Sovereign Law of One.

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