#ancestoral trauma

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Full Pink Moon in Scorpio ♦︎ Moon Magick Pick A Card

Hey, was your Full Pink Moon in Scorpio great on the 24th/25th of April? It took me a couple of days to realise there was an active shedding and releasing of A FUCKTON of black magick and karmic debris from the collective of people tuned into this PAC. That shedding and releasing was by Divine Mandate, so that’s good to know hahah

After the Full Moon, have you been feeling lighter now? Brighter in the mind? Clearer about your purpose, maybe? More motivated to take the next step? Kinda ironic because Scorpio is the darkest sign of all. But hey, seeds need to break in the dark for them to grow into plants, trees, fruits and flowers, right?

This Full Pink Moon in Scorpio is really associated with rebirth, plant magick and wishing for a victorious blooming of our desires. Scorpio is also a sign associated with the underworld, death and ancestors. Did you know people born with significant Scorpio influences in their birth chart were often born shortly after some death had occurred within the family/bloodline?

Since the Full Pink Moon has passed, have you been feeling the call of your ancestors? You’ve got a huge family of great and wise ancestors you’ve never even met in this incarnation watching over your spiritual development. Each of them loves you and honour all the spiritual work you’ve done in this incarnation. The ripples of your lightwork go beyond what you can comprehend at this moment.

Listen carefully with your pretty heart~ Your ancestors and Spirit Guides are currently very active in guiding you towards your most exciting chapter yet! Stomp forward confidently, babes~!

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Pile 1 – Let’s Go Far Away! Far From All the Dra-mama-mama~

s h e d d i n g – Queen of Pentacles Rx

You are not taking anybody else’s karma as yours anymore. You’re done. Fucking done with spiritually taking care of everybody who isn’t even aware of their bullshit karmic load. And on top of that, you’ve been known that these fuckers ain’t ever gonna be grateful anyway. So, why should you bother? You learnt the hard way, didn’t you? Now you’ve truly become a spiritual boss bitch. You ain’t vibing with Love and Light anymore—not like that, at least. You understand now that the whole ‘love and light’ consciousness has been weaponised to neutralise the power of those who can defeat EVIL consciousness.

Now, you understand people are fully responsible for their own healing; for how they react to what’s happening around them and for their own choices. Even their points of view are theirs. You’re not participating in anybody else’s drama anymore. No amount of empathy will ever make you stupid again. That was your decision quite a long time ago and now that resolve has become SOLIDIFIED. Welcome back, spiritual gangster. You’re YOU again~ Now, we watch you quantum jump into your greatest abundance Reality yet!

t r a n s f o r m i n g – 9 of Pentacles Rx

I feel like you’ve been in isolation of sort for quite a while, right? Or at least, there’s a clear indication that you’ve not been in communication with too many people. Your ancestors gave you that push to be alone and to clear your aenergetic field from a lifetime’s worth of bullshit you’d absorbed from other people. During this time, you were shielded from further psychological attacks from your environment. But at the same time, you were also being given clear guidance about your next steps.

Your visions and daydreams are not random, so this Full Pink Moon is giving you more reasons to believe all of your gut feelings about your place in the world—about what you’re put on Earth to pursue and manifest. When you’re excited, make sure you share your good news with ONLY those you feel are vibrationally safe to share with. People you know won’t have any business being envious of your progress. Otherwise, keep moving on in silence, dear ghost~ You’re about to become reborn into real riches!

g l o w u p, BITCH – 6 of Wands Rx

The whole aenergy of this Pile is abundance and material riches. I’m being told, you’re building a massive Empire that’s based on real spirituality. An empire that will serve a great number of people and how that contributes to not only your material security but also to the prosperity of all involved with your projects/spiritual work in the future. With that said, your success is needed by the world! You’d better believe there’s no force on Earth strong enough to mess this up.

Your ancestors, in fact, have been setting you up for this success for literally aeons. Even from the aethers they’re still very much actively making this happen. It’s a family project, babe~ You’ve got important codes stored in your DNA—you bloodline is special. One way or another this will continue to get revealed to you through various means your ancestors can think of ;P Your physical beauty, physical prosperity, physical safety and everything is quantum jumping into a much higher octave of Reality.

You’ve set up the foundation well. You’ve sacrificed a lot with so little guidance. Congrats again, welcome Home to 5D Consciosuness~!

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Pile 2 – Hello? Ordering From Future Express~

s h e d d i n g – Page of Pentacles

You’ve been in the process of learning (or preparing) for a big change in your Life. This Full Pink Moon, if anything, is just indicating that you’re ready to mingle in the higher level of whatever you’re graduating from. Rather than becoming a student, you’re becoming an actual employee, worker, or expert at this thing you’ve been studying/preparing for. You have a lot of knowledge that’s ready to be shared by those who can benefit from your work. So, congrats~!

Of all the Piles, I sense your journey thus far has been pretty much lighthearted. It isn’t to say some traumatic things haven’t happened, but no matter your age, you’re such a wise optimist. You’re the type that can always say, ‘Oh well, I did learn and gain valuable lessons from it.’ You have an awareness of your surrounding and the events that visit your everyday Life, so you’re not often bothered to the degree some of the other Piles are XD

t r a n s f o r m i n g – Knight of Cups Rx

I sense that many of you reading this have been in the active process of manifesting a new kind of Reality. You’ve daydreamed and fantasised a lot—too much, sometimes LOL But I’m getting that your heart is literally constantly pulled in that direction because you’re literally that close to manifesting this Reality. Of course, when we say ‘close’, some of you may wonder how that’s even possible because you don’t feel like you’ve done a lot.

But I’m being told that your manifestation is heavily ‘water based’, meaning it is highly based on the emotions produced during your daydreaming~ As long as you maintain the feeling, the optimism, the feel-good vibes from those daydreams, you’re GUARANTEED to get every single thing you’ve envisioned for yourself. I betcha you have significant Water sign placements or planets in Water Houses in your natal chart :D

g l o w u p, BITCH – 5 of Cups

I know that recently you feel like you’ve lost something important. Although you’re positive and optimistic, it’s only natural that people can still dwell in the negative emotions caused by the shock of any kind of loss. You can take your time. But also know that this Full Pink Moon is promising you a way to rebuild or rediscover in another form what you’ve lost. What’s been lost or broken will be renewed and you will be a lot happier.

By this, the general message is that you have so much good fortune and success in the future. It’s almost like, your daydreams have been ordered from the future express and delivered to your doorstep as feel-good thought-forms. For now, they may be only thought-forms, but you’re being directed to the right place, so don’t lose sight of those visions, OK? For the most part, I think most of you already know this—you just needed some kind of a validation ^o^v

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Pile 3 – Calm in the World, Lucky Girl~

s h e d d i n g – 7 of Swords

Ooohhh my lucky guuurl~ You’re the lucky Pile, but actually, you’ve worked really hard to increase your luck quotient in this world! Of all the Piles, you’ve transmuted a lot of karmic bullshit in your bloodline—things like toxic mindsets which were passed down by your elders. I think you’ve worked the hardest to transform yourself whilst carrying generational bullshit which you vowed would stop with you, because you wouldn’t want these mindsets or ways of living to be passed down to the next generations.

And in your case, I get that you’re not just thinking about your own bloodline; you’re also thinking about stopping these toxic ways of living and being for all people belonging to your generation and the next. You’re thinking global—you’re thinking cosmic. This Pile is definitely for those of you who identify as being a witch or a mystic or something similar in nature. You are now shedding ugliness. All the ugliness in the ways you were brought up.

t r a n s f o r m i n g – 9 of Cups

No matter when you come across this reading, within just a couple months your abundance level is going to visibly get better. This sense of abundance is going to be real—not just a mindset thing—it’s going to be physical. You’ve been working so hard for so long on the mental and spiritual level, and in many cases, you might’ve felt like your spiritual work hasn’t produced anything tangible at all. And this could’ve often dimmed your light and made you cry, because it felt like your struggles were never going to end.

You were going in circles, but babe, you were always spiralling up out of that hell that was created for you. I think you just didn’t realise that. The path was never straight; it was a spiral in which you were spiralling and meeting old wounds and healing them, but the whole time, you were spiralling UP! Okay? The exit is close. Dang, many of you tuning into this are already out! The real physical abundance is following along tightly. Look forward to this year’s Lion’s Gate, Wise Ones~! You’ll be surprised! <3

g l o w u p, BITCH – 10 of Wands

In the deck I’m using, 10 of Wands depicts an array of soldiers who’ve just finished warring. They’re back home now, exhausted, traumatised, needing a lot of care and ease after a long battle, and are probably still in a war mindset after being in it for quite some time, right? But the important thing is that they’re home; that the war is OVER. It is OVER. It’s peacetime now. You’ve just got to celebrate all you’ve done for your country (yourself) and relish in a good bowl of soup to soothe your aching heart.

Recuperation and relaxation are crucial for you right now. You need all the TLC you could give to yourself, so in that sense, if there’s somebody who could be of some assistance to you, don’t hesitate to ask for help so your Life can be a little easier. For the time being, you need to be taken care of. Sooner than later, you will be jumping into a different kind of an exciting bandwagon straight to your Destiny~ Then, you can help others~!

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(BSD 113 SPOILERS) the fyodor jesus imagery is driving me insane, so here are a couple of things i noticed from this chapter (all translations from @/nineofscans).

1. fyodor’s position

so the first thing that was most obvious was fyodor’s positioning here. he may not be on a cross, but this is very intentional i would say! he is still in the position of christ on the cross.

2. fyodor’s outfit

i could be reaching, and this is less to do with jesus, but his outfit to me resembles a monk’s habit somewhat—perhaps signifying his position as a man of god.

3. stabbing with spears as the rooster crows

two things are standing out to me here:

first of all, stabbing fyodor with spears as a means of execution is interesting to me considering how jesus also was stabbed by a spears before being taken down from the cross after he gives up his life (following the “my god, my god, why have you forsaken me?” line—which was quoted in the last chapter!)

i cannot remember if jesus is also stabbed before then, but that is the one i remember the most.

the second thing that jumped out to me about this line was the part about the rooster crowing.

in the new testament, when jesus is betrayed by judas, he warns peter that before the cock crows, he (peter) will have betrayed him (jesus) three times.

what are the implications of that? i can’t really say, maybe it has something to do with why bram later gets stabbed with the holy cross sword and why he later works under fukuchi/fyodor. but it felt like an intentional nod to this part of the passion of christ.

4. bram as the devil

this is perhaps another reach, but i’m including it anyways.

before jesus re-enters jerusalem and the events of the passion of christ, he fasts for 40 days in the desert, where he is tempted from the devil (each of the gospels talks about this differently).

but anyway, this does say something. if bram is the devil, and considering all of fyodor’s positioning and religious imagery surrounding him—i feel the jesus references are very intentional. fyodor is deliberately positioned as— if not jesus, then definitely at least a disciple, or a messenger of god, almost supernatural in energy and appearance.

and with all the buddhist references to angels scattered throughout this arc—i think there’s a lot to be unveiled about fyodor yet. we definitely haven’t seen the last of him. but i’m excited to find this all out later!

[dobismuted]

When Karim was running his mouth, Aaravos really said...

[generalsmemories]

every time i see someone shit on the xianzhou story quest on twitter i die a little bit inside.

[applesjuice]

Where Falling Stars Live

Just a little something for the Legends Arceus AU! The first one to meet Akari was Laventon, before they even were Akari.

When a child fell from the sky Hopkin wasn’t certain he was entirely awake. The last few days, months really, had been much too long, and it wasn’t right of him to constantly be relying on Rei to do more than he already was. So when three of his specimens ran off when he unlocked the lab, he hadn’t the heart to bother the poor lad to go fetch them. He was meant for science, not running, yet he managed to corner them all on the beach. And then a child fell onto the sand. Straight out of nowhere.

They laid stilly, not moving, and Hopkin worried some drifblim got into the village the evening before. He cried out in shock as the three menaces crawled over the corpse, but the sight of it seemed almost unreal, like a dream he'd cooked up under a Yawn. And then all of a sudden it stared to breathe and he came to his senses.

“It’s not dead? You’re not dead!” he cried in relief. “Oh wake up, wake up! Do wake up, wouldn’t you?” Slowly, eyes the color of his favorite butterscotch schnapps blinked up at him. He frowned at the two different sizes of pupils and how he, she? He wasn’t terribly sure really, children weren’t exactly what he’d gotten accredited for. They all looked somewhat similar before they reached puberty anyway. But this child struggled to sit up, and was much too unsteady once on their feet. 

It was a perfectly normal child, small, too thin and missing a shoe, with hair that was dark and a mess. Half of it was up like a thwackey, and purple. The rest was falling out of a hair tie. Poor thing. Definitely looked like one would expect if they dropped out of the sky. 

They blinked up at him, eyes heavy, then looked around. Then stared at his specimens as though in a daze. 

Hopkin tried to seem reassuring, and like his head was not spinning with fright. “You gave me quite the shock, falling from the sky like that… Thank goodness you’re alright!” he cried. 

The child’s eyes rose from the pokemon to meet his. “W-Who are you?” they whispered. An accent, less drawn out than the clans’ pronunciation, but still off from how the settlers here spoke. 

Hopkin considered them. Definitely not from Jubilife then. “I’d like to ask you the same! I mean, you fell out of the sky, you understand. Come now– who does that?”

Slowly they curled into themself unsurely, trying to hide behind the hair in their face. “Me I guess?” they said almost wondering. 

Yes, well, they weren’t wrong… Hopkin studied them closer; a few bruises here and there, some cuts along their cheeks, like gravel was flung at their face. The fragments caught in there shimmered. An odd sleeveless blouse over breeches, practical yet lose the way the young girls in the villages fancied. So maybe a lass? But then again Rei’s hair was that length until only recently, when he singed off a good chunk leaning too close to a ponyta. He’d been upset, but more at the loss of his drawing. It had taken about fourteen hours of sitting in one spot in the Fieldlands to get the anatomy down pat. 

Hopkin just didn’t know anymore. He’d been spending so much time holed up in his study he could hardly remember how to be a functioning person. This one didn’t look foreign, not in the way he did at least, but a lot of things about them was off. If only children had more distinguishing features, like inverted sclerae or differentiating ear lengths. “Your clothing is unusual. You wouldn’t happen to have an acquaintance in these parts? Or some family?” he asked.

“I don’t know…” They shook their head wearing a big, confused frown.

Oh dear. Hopkin grew more concerned. “I see. You seem to be in a bit of a pickle. Might I be able to help in some way? Offer some directions? Do you have somewhere around here to stay? You’re much too young to be out and about on your own like this, it’s dangerous.”

“I don’t know…”

Oh dear, oh dear. “So you don’t know anyone here, and you don’t even know where to spend the night? Goodness me.” Their little face was growing afraid. “Well, this is a proper pickle indeed.” 

They looked to the side, frustrated tears coming into their eyes. “I dunno what to do.” They sniffled. 

“I see,” Hopkin said, pretending to think hard on it. “Well, no gentleman would abandon such a person in need!” The three menaces chimed in their agreement. The child looked at them with that dewey look kids got when they wanted a hug. Especially from something so deceptively cute. Terrors, absolute terrors they were, but nobody seemed to believe him. 

The three menaces! The whole reason why even left his lab in the first place. “Oh my, I’d completely forgotten! I had just caught up with these three runaways when you tumbled out of the sky. Almost as if they knew you’d appear here!”

Hopkin wouldn’t give them that much credit, but it was odd that they came here specifically. Though odder things did happen in these parts. As odd as the howls that came from the Weald when a mist settled in on cold nights. But he knew it best that some questions remained unanswered. A thought came to him. “Ah, I have to ask. Do you even know what a Pokemon is?” 

“Of course!” they said all indignant. 

Hopkin laughed, and felt his unease grow somewhat lighter. “My, that’s a relief then! Though you fell from the sky, it seems we have some common ground, eh? These three belong to me, mysterious creatures that they are.”

The three in question scoffed, but immediately went back to pretending they were cute and deserving of treats. But Hopkin would not fall for it, not again. He gave them a look, a stern one, that they promptly ignored. 

And then he realized his manners had slipped him. “My name! Oh, I apologize! I haven’t even introduced myself! I’m Laventon, something of a Pokemon Professor. That is to say, I’m a scholar seeking to deepen our understanding of Pokemon. Pokemon such as these three here–”

The three in questen proceeded to run off again.

“Blast and bother, not again! Why must you keep running from me!?” He had to stop himself saying something inappropriate for young ears. “I’m terribly sorry, but do you think you could help me round them up… and I haven’t even asked your name yet. Here I am making requests.”

“No, let me help you!” the child said quickly, and went stumbling forward. It was more of a jog than a run, and Hopkin himself wasn’t much faster. From the way that they ran, they were definitely off balance, and unsurprisingly, they took quite the tumble. 

“Careful now!” Hopkin said and helped them to stand. A hand mirror of some sort was now in their hands, their knee bleeding from where it knocked against its hard surface. Oddly enough the mirror was beeping. They stared into it, wondering at their reflection. Maybe it fell out of their pocket? It was a decorative thing, with what looked to be antlers carved onto the housing. 

A rustling came from the susuki thicket, and the rowlet poked out its head.

“Kroo!” it cried out, flapping its wings, and he felt for a pokeball within his pocket. He should have captured them as soon as he got his hands on these contraptions, but they were generally so mild and enjoyed his climate controlled lab.

“Come here! Be a good lad,” he called out to it. It ignored him, trotting further into the thicket. Clumsily he tossed one of the balls. Keeping wasn’t ever his strong suit, nor was cricket in general. Or any sport, really. Predictably it went to the left. As did the next one he tried.

Cyndaquil scurried under his legs, the flames on her back lit. He shooed her off before she could crawl up his pant leg, patting the embers that caught on the edge of his coat. Hopkin tried to catch her as well, and this attempt was even worse than his last.

The child came over then, paler and suspiciously red-eyed. 

“Aha!” Hopkin cried. “You’ve come to my rescue, my new friend from the sky. I tried catching my little runaways, but I’m not the best at this sort of thing you see…”

And see they must have, as they broke into giggles. That was a good thing. Laughter always did children well, and this one seemed anything but. He didn’t mind being silly or making himself into a fool, it made the pokemon less likely to bite him, and seemed to soothe something hurt within this young boy. Girl. Prepubescent creature. Hopkin needed a nap. Sorely he hoped this wasn’t a ditto.

He spoke of the pokemon fondly, explained their physiology as simply as he would when lecturing a Galaxy Team member. His audience here was substantially more pleasant, reduced now to just the occasionally sniffle. But their interest was earnest, and not once did the attention on him wander. Hopkin began rambling in glee. He couldn’t help but to go on a tangent. Wax on about their power to shrink, how they could find the inside of a hollowed out apricorn comforting. A perfect, portable closed system where the energy the pokemon exerted conducted itself through a solid rich in native minerals. The tumblestone, a rock, a plain simple rock, combined with the Pokemon’s own ability to perform of a reversible process! The blackbody nature of the skin of a fruit.

He was over explaining, over complicating things as he tended to do, but here was someone who drank in every one of his words with fascination, staring at him as though this was already well known.

Hopkin fell a little in love then, the same way he did when Rei shyly sketched him a zubat in the dirt with a stick, not yet wholly aware that forever was forever when the pyre burned his parents remains.

“Would you mind trying to catch them? I know we just met, but I’m afraid I’ve no one else to turn to. I’d be awfully grateful.”

The child before him shifted from one foot baring only a sock to the other, and did not immediately agree. They asked him softly, “What if they don’t want to be caught and I’m just being selfish? I don’t want to hurt them. I don’t mean to hurt anyone…” They stopped, their eyes glazed by confusion, seeming to try and guess where those words came from.

It was alarming, and Hopkin found himself stunned. This was a child. A child, and something within them that they seemingly could not put a voice to was terrified and that in turn terrified him too. It was so heartbreakingly unsure and human, to watch someone so young slowly fall apart before him. 

“This doesn’t hurt them,” Hopkin said fairly.

“It might.” Their voice was shrinking, their vibrancy whittling away as they said “I don’t know why, but it might. It will. I’ll hurt them.”

Hopkin leaned down at that to be on their level, and guided the child to look at him, and they did so in a complete haze of confusion. “You never told me your name, you know. I’m terribly sorry that I’m only just now asking for it.”

“I don’t know it,” the child said very softly, as if admitting it aloud spoke the admission into existence. 

Hopkin stared at them, troubled. This wasn’t normal. Not an ounce of this made sense, and he didn’t like it one bit. The child’s thoughts seemed to grow inward, trying to find one single memory, or any at all. “Well, how about something you’d like to be called. Let’s start with that, shall we?”

“K-Kiki?”

“Wonderful! That must be short for something, but sometimes the hows and whys of things slip by us. Especially when you get to my age. I can’t say I understand your situation Kiki, but what I can understand is that you are very afraid. And sometimes to get past that fear we need to take a first step and do something uncomfortable, something that may make us frightened. That’s why I think you should be the one to try catching these three. If they don’t want to be caught, they won’t let themselves be, but whether or not you try doing so doesn’t mean you are forcing your will onto theirs. The relationship between humans and pokemon is tumultuous as best, and the act of ‘catching’ them is still rather new, but I firmly believe this here device, this pokeball, is an olive branch. And sometimes we, as people, are desperate for friends.”

Kiki looked completely dumfounded and slowly tears ran down their face. Hopkin stood up, cracking his back and the weight of his gut jiggled. He stepped back, and handed Kiki three balls to try with. The weight of their touch as they traced a small finger over the fruit was fragile. “Do you think they’d want to be friends with me?”

“Who knows,” Hopkin said very softly. Honestly, he himself wasn’t sure if either of them even liked him, and he’d been raising them since before he even got on the boat to Hisui from Johto. “But there are numerous pokemon in this world, so logically at least some of them must want to.”

“Alright then,” Kiki mumbled, a spark of some fire now lit deep within them. “I’ll give it a try.”

“There’s the spirit! Now, the proper technique is to take aim at the Pokemon and let the ball fly– really, it’s quite simple! Though far be it from me to say so, I supposed, given my own dire lack of skill in this area.”

Kiki nodded. 

They caught all three of the pokemon one after the other, quick to aim and quicker to throw accurately enough to get each of them by surprise. They had already caught Oshawott before Hopkin realized this was something this child had experience in doing. Which was impossible considering the invention was only patented within the last year. As he thought further on it, Hopkin took a deep breath, and decided he didn’t quite care. Even before Kiki looked back at him, smiling and holding up three pokeballs that were putting out fireworks, he felt this child was here for a reason. He just wasn’t sure what that was yet.

[pwurrz]

being obsessed with yakumo is a job and baby i’ve never called in a sick day!!!!!

[bonestrewncrest]

warmup

[grislyintentions]

|| Shackling Prison: Commentary ||

[The Xianzhou Interlude has given me a LOT of fodder and validation over Abundance crimes and I shall be elaborating on how this will shape Da-ji's abilities as a Foxian Emanator moving forward. But before that, some interesting parallels I noticed in the Shackling Prison with ancient chinese beliefs on 'Hell':

Disclaimer: It is important to note that interpretations can vary. Ie: Taoism influenced interpretations and Buddhism influenced interpretations can differ. Even buddhism itself comprises of different branches, belief systems etc. What I am touching on is primarily skewed towards buddhist concepts.

The Shackling Prison is similar to what we chinese refer to as 地狱 (translated literally to mean 'Underground/Earth' Prison). While it is commonly interpreted as 'Hell', it's concept is similar to Purgatory in christian beliefs. This realm is where the deceased go to repent for their crimes- ie: they get fucked up. The length of their torture/punishment and sentencing is based on the nature as well as severity of their sins. In some rare cases, these souls don't get out ever.

The souls who have been deemed to have 'earned' their penance will usually be permitted freedom to enter yet another cycle of reincarnation based on Buddhist concepts (ie: Naraka)

In chinese tradition (on the buddhism end), purgatory is divided into TEN courts. Each are overseen by a different judge/Yama-King. As established in the Shackling Prison, it is overseen by ten different judges too.

The exact amount of levels in Hell as well as deities associated with it varies between different interpretations (eg: legends of 18 levels, each differing in torture methods is popularily portrayed in mythology shows, there are some who think it's primarily 4, there are also variations where there are 12,800 hells in total etc).

Common depictions of "Hell" involve multiple chambers/levels, mazes, rivers, lava etc. These themes are also present in the map layout of the Shackling Prison in game.

Based on what Dan Feng and Hoolay were subjected to within the confines, it is also safe to say that the Shackling Prison also relies on torture (physical and mental) as a form of punishment for those who have committed unpardonable sins. Which is yet another reference to Hell/Purgatory and it's...numerous torture methods.]

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Hannah Critchlow

Mon 17 Jun 2024

Since the sequencing of the human genome in 2003, genetics has become one of the key frameworks for how we all think about ourselves. From fretting about our health to debating how schools can accommodate non-neurotypical pupils, we reach for the idea that genes deliver answers to intimate questions about people’s outcomes and identities.

Recent research backs this up, showing that complex traits such as temperament, longevity, resilience to mental ill-health and even ideological leanings are all, to some extent, “hardwired”. Environment matters too for these qualities, of course. Our education and life experiences interact with genetic factors to create a fantastically complex matrix of influence.

But what if the question of genetic inheritance were even more nuanced? What if the old polarised debate about the competing influences of nature and nurture was due a 21st-century upgrade?

Scientists working in the emerging field of epigenetics have discovered the mechanism that allows lived experience and acquired knowledge to be passed on within one generation, by altering the shape of a particular gene. This means that an individual’s life experience doesn’t die with them but endures in genetic form. The impact of the starvation your Dutch grandmother suffered during the second world war, for example, or the trauma inflicted on your grandfather when he fled his home as a refugee, might go on to shape your parents’ brains, their behaviours and eventually yours.

Much of the early epigenetic work was performed in model organisms, including mice. My favourite study is one that left the neuroscience community reeling when it was published in Nature Neuroscience, in 2014. Carried out by Prof Kerry Ressler at Emory University, Georgia, the study’s findings neatly dissect the way in which a person’s behaviours are affected by ancestral experience.

The study made use of mice’s love of cherries. Typically, when a waft of sweet cherry scent reaches a mouse’s nose, a signal is sent to the nucleus accumbens, causing this pleasure zone to light up and motivate the mouse to scurry around in search of the treat. The scientists exposed a group of mice first to a cherry-like smell and then immediately to a mild electric shock. The mice quickly learned to freeze in anticipation every time they smelled cherries. They had pups, and their pups were left to lead happy lives without electric shocks, though with no access to cherries. The pups grew up and had offspring of their own.

At this point, the scientists took up the experiment again. Could the acquired association of a shock with the sweet smell possibly have been transmitted to the third generation? It had. The grandpups were highly fearful of and more sensitive to the smell of cherries. How had this happened? The team discovered that the DNA in the grandfather mouse’s sperm had changed shape. This in turn changed the way the neuronal circuit was laid down in his pups and their pups, rerouting some nerve cells from the nose away from the pleasure and reward circuits and connecting them to the amygdala, which is involved in fear. The gene for this olfactory receptor had been demethylated (chemically tagged), so that the circuits for detecting it were enhanced. Through a combination of these changes, the traumatic memories cascaded across generations to ensure the pups would acquire the hard-won wisdom that cherries might smell delicious, but were bad news.

The study’s authors wanted to rule out the possibility that learning by imitation might have played a part. So they took some of the mice’s descendants and fostered them out. They also took the sperm from the original traumatised mice, used IVF to conceive more pups and raised them away from their biological parents. The fostered pups and those that had been conceived via IVF still had increased sensitivity and different neural circuitry for the perception of that particular scent. Just to clinch things, pups of mice that had not experienced the traumatic linking of cherries with shocks did not show these changes even if they were fostered by parents who had.

The most exciting thing of all occurred when the researchers set out to investigate whether this effect could be reversed so that the mice could heal and other descendants be spared this biological trauma. They took the grandparents and re-exposed them to the smell, this time without any accompanying shocks. After a certain amount of repetition of the pain-free experience, the mice stopped being afraid of the smell. Anatomically, their neural circuits reverted to their original format. Crucially, the traumatic memory was no longer passed on in the behaviour and brain structure of new generations.

Could the same thing hold true for humans? Studies on Holocaust survivors and their children carried out in 2020 by Prof Rachel Yehuda at the Icahn School of Medicine at Mount Sinai Medical School, New York, revealed that the effects of parental trauma can indeed be passed on in this way. Her first study showed that participants carried changes to a gene linked to levels of cortisol, which is involved in the stress response. In 2021, Yehuda and her team carried out more work to find expression changes in genes linked to immune-system function. These changes weaken the barrier of white blood cells, which allows the immune system to get improperly involved in the central nervous system. This interference has been linked to depression, anxiety, psychosis and autism. Since then, Ressler and Yehuda have collaborated, with others, to reveal epigenetic tags in PTSD afflicted war zone-exposed combatants. They are hoping this information could aid PTSD diagnosis or even pre-emptively screen for individuals who might be more prone to developing the condition before they enter the battlefield.

In all times and across all cultures, people have paid their dues to their ancestors and pondered the legacy they will leave for their descendants. Few of us believe any more that biology is necessarily destiny or that our bloodline determines who we are. And yet, the more we learn about how our body and mind work together to shape our experience, the more we can see that our life story is woven into our biology. It’s not just our body that keeps the score but our very genes.

Might this new understanding increase our capacity for self-awareness and empathy? If we can grasp the potential impact of our ancestors’ experiences on our own behaviour, might we be more understanding of others, who are also carrying the inherited weight of experience?

We are, as far as we know, the only animals capable of “cathedral thinking”, working on projects over many generations for the benefit of those who come after. It’s an idealistic way to think about legacy, but without it we will struggle to tackle complex multigenerational challenges such as the climate and ecological emergencies. Our knowledge of epigenetics and its potential to massively speed up evolutionary adaptation could support us to do everything we can to be the ancestors our descendants need. Conflict, neglect and trauma induce unpredictable and far-reaching changes. But so do trust, curiosity and compassion. Doing the right thing today could indeed cascade across generations.

[sakebytheriver]

Do you scream the chorus to Hozier's Foreigner's God or do you not have religious trauma?

[unlikelyinternetnightmare]

Small Full Moon Shenanigans for me this month🖤

[doloneia]

teucer is such a snarky bastard and i love him for it… like in his arguments with menelaus and agamemnon in ajax hes just like “ohoho its the CLOWN POLICE here to tell me WHAT TO DO well GUESS WHAT? go fuck yourself” and the entire time i am cheering and clapping on the sidelines

[spoonietimelordy]

I've talked about it many times, but every time I see someone intrumentalising the holocaust to defend the actions of Israel, I get sick. I literally feel like I'm gonna throw up every time I fall on someone doing that.

[deafeningfanlight23]

Y'ALL, CHRISTMAS EMERGENCY 😭🙏

I'm not in Christmas mood cuz like I have some ermmm ✨family issues ✨ right now BUT THEY'RE FOR ME TO CRY ABOUT AT NIGHT NOT FOR Y'ALL >:D But it's like kinda okay I'm used to it so no worries! :D

BRO I SWEAR TO GAWD EVERY TSAMS CREATOR HAS SOME TRAUMA- 😔✋ LIKE IT'S A PART OF OUR JOB APPLICATION AS A TSAMS CREATOR 😭🙏

Got some tips on how I can feel the Holy Spirit tho?? :'D

[baflegacy]

tumblr user baflegacy pls tell me more abt regina and brenda

well don't mind if i do 🤙🤙

don't like each other at first. not in a most hated rival way but just because they're on different social hierarchies and have different perceptions of each other

chosen/regina BFFs my beloved <3 idc I'm bringing my shaymanda agenda in my niche au too!

brenda/final girl Definitely felt the inklings of a crush when regina-as-edwin flirted with her

regina o'brien secret paramore & evanesence enjoyer. she'll keep that secret till her dying breath

brenda/regina reluctant roommates-to-lovers <3

regina journalism or law major and brenda music or literature major my beloved

they're all still slayers/demon hunters in college too. all of them (except chosen) definitely mellow out by the time theyre in college

[rotzaprachim]

this would be a fantastic time for community leaders and Jews in general to recognize the intersectionality of many Jewish experiences and that community members might have deep intergenerational scars brought up by both the deaths of Israelis and Gazans actually