#ancient atlanteans

[harrelltut]

but... but... what about our ancient 9 ether underground subterranean [u.s.] atlantean [usa] indian ocean city ancestors [ca] of shamballah’s aghaarta interdimensionally [a.i.] travelling underneath 2023 sunken [u.s.] place [up] america?!?!?!

IMMORTAL U.S. MILITARY KING SOLOMON- MICHAEL HARRELL, JR.™

ommmmm

1968 gen x him [michael] healing powers of his own interdimensional 9 [i9] ether sky god mind

sunken place 2023 america shall sink underneath the ocean again... buckle up!!!

not us golden 9 ether aurora borealis peoples of nature's golden black sun of atlantis?!?!?!

we rise underneath sunken [u.s.] place [up] 2023 america

we anu beginning... again!!!

yup... it's us!!!

we back!!!

1968 gen x him [michael] anu alyun alyun el

our father, who art in heaven, hallowed bee thy name michael; let his kingdom come, let his will bee done on earth as it is in our mother's sky heavens... as she provides us everyday with our daily bread; and empower our spiritual weapons of mass destruction as we go to 2023 war with those who trespass against us; and lead us not into temptation... now jehovah okcult bible [job] witness [jw] us divinely chosen [d.c.] 144,000 from 2024... deliver us from the evil virus of present day humanity

[willosword]

obsessed with the sheer nonchalance cecil exudes when telling mark he's gonna have to marry some random fish queen. truly just another tuesday at the gda

[zahri-melitor]

Me: I am PRETTY sure you are an important character later on, Warlord backup Arion.

DC Database:

Oh good. This is your first appearance ever. I should concentrate.

Also I think you MIGHT be part of the missing link I’m trying to figure out between Skartaris’s ancient Atlantean past and you know, Aquaman Atlantis and ITS ancient Atlantean past.

[ormymarius]

if I had a nickel for every time orm had some odd connection to an ancient atlantean king, I’d have two nickels which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice

[acupofsolacemoved]

I think Percy should take Annabeth to Atlantis after it's rebuild/while they're rebuilding it and play translator for Annabeth so she can ask any and all questions about the architecture, the techniques they're using, the history of those techniques and architecture and anything else she can think of

[doomstarmagician]

" I know they're not really there, but... I like to think of the stars as my friends ...Do you feel the same? "

@airxn

“But they are there,” he said, his voice filled with awe as his gaze rose skyward. Though perhaps it came as little surprise to hear himself of all people say that. The perspective was different when one could traverse among the stars, and the cosmos-kissed magician did so quite often; almost on a nightly basis these days. “And I’ll always hold the same sentiment you do.”

He reached out as if to drag his fingers through the dark blanket that was the night sky, as if to scoop a few stars into his palm and bring them closer for Airin to see in person. Doomstar could technically remove himself from the confines of Earth and ascend back into the dark vastness to bring back a star, but that would mean he was ditching Airin to do so… and he didn’t want to leave his new company so soon.

But he was a magician, and a creature who lurked in the night. Beholding stars, creating their likeness, manifesting them was exactly in his nature. So for this one night, he decided, if he couldn’t take Airin into space on a whim then he’d just have to cosmos-conjure a little piece of space from where he sat. Holding his hand out in front of him, Doomstar muttered a word or two in a language dead to the world. A quick incantation in his native tongue was all it took for a his magic to burst to life in his palm. Starlight pooled and glimmered brightly, and he scattered it all around them in but a breath.

“I like to think that considering the stars as your friends is a good thing, Airin. They’re always there, even if we can’t always see them. They listen to our hopes, our dreams, our fears and wishes. They can guide you, keep you company, and you can tell them all your secrets.”

He paused for only a moment, his eyes tracing the twinkling specks of light shining around them, before adding “I think they’re friend shaped.”

[laurenfoxmakesthings]

I was looking up Atlantis since the last* Man From C.A.M.P. novel had Atlantis (and I will include it in my book in a different way), and I stumbled upon...something.

See, I want the world of my book to balance in between plausible and implausible, and so sometimes I worry if I'm being too unrealistic (even with making Atlantis as the ceiling of believability for my Agents of C.A.M.P. series). And then reality goes 'no, I'm that weird, libertarians tried to make their own capitalist Atlantis'.

[rebornmystixx]

do u understand that you’re a mystix in the breeze

the fishes in the deep seas

ya fall w/ the falling leaves

& grow w/flowers in spring

the summertime you’re shining

7/25/23

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[iincantatorum]

Apollymi's verses are limited, but there are two main ones:

Apollymi || V1; History Professor [modern day]

Apollymi || V2; Atlantean Princess [royalty/ancient]

[zahri-melitor]

Watching Season 2 of Ancient Apocalypse with a friend and we have a drinking game where we drink every time the show pointedly doesn’t say ‘Ancient Atlanteans’ even as they clearly want to.

[amiliyatkamahar]

The Secrets of Ancient Love Spells? || The history of love spells

The history of love spells is explored, highlighting their diverse forms and practices across various cultures. You’ll be introduced to the fascinating evolution of love magic, from ancient rituals to modern interpretations. Ancient Roots: The Origins of Love Magic Explore the earliest recorded instances of love spells, from ancient Mesopotamia and Egypt. Delve into the significance of rituals,…

[cryptotheism]

We smokin' that empyrean. That Akiva OG. That firmament-cracker kush. Shit so blitzed off that Chaldean snake-blaster we touchin' tips with Metatron. We smokin kykeon in the krater hermetis. Opps can't even see me. So trounced off the flowing light we Lingua Incognito. That Beatrice got me abandoning all hope. We smokin' that deep-dirt shit, that telluric, that chthonic chronic. Dick her so deep call it katabasis. I'm Eurydice. I'm gone forever. [1][1b][2][3][4][5][6][7][8][9][10][11][12][13]

I'm hotboxing the accumulator, so twisted off that Willhelm Reich I'm gonna live forever. My girl a desert. So bricked up on orgone they call me cloudbuster. We smokin' Phlogiston. We smokin' Vril. We smokin' scalar waves. So fucked off sophic salt and six emerald tablets, call me the sun the way that pussy devouring me. [14][15][16][17][18][19][20]

We smokin' that lemurian crystal surgery crud. That atlantean akashic Koot Hoomi kush. Master so ascended I got my tulpa's tulpa blazed. We on that Nebraskan shaman. We on that Caucasian voodoo. We on that Yakubian private reserve. We smokin' perdurabo in the great pyramid of Giza. Call my dick Bethlehem the way my girl slouching towards it. [21][22][23][24][25][26][27][28]

WORKS CITED:

[1]: The Empyrean Heaven [1b]: Rabbi Akiva Ben Joseph and the Sepher Yetzirah [2] The Firmament [3] Ancient Near-Eastern Magic [4] Metatron, Enochic Mysticism [5] Kykeon and the Eleusinian Mysteries [6] Ludovico Lazzarelli and neohermeticism [7] Mechthild of Magdeberg [8] Hildegard of Bingen and Lingua Ignota [9] Dante, Canto III [10] Telluric Current [11] The Chthonic World [12] Orphism and Katabasis [13] Willhelm Reich and Orgone Accumulators [14] Orgone theory and weather [15] Antoine Lavoisier and Phlogithon theory [16] Vril energy and Theosophy [17a] Scalar Wave Theory [17b] Failed CIA experiments into Scalar Wave Theory [18] Paracelsus, Sophic Salt, and the Tria Prima [19] The Emerald Tablet of Hermes Trismegistus [20] Splendor Solis, The Green Lion Devouring the Sun [21] The Lost Continent of Lemuria and the New Age [22] Koot Hoomi, Theosophy, and the Ascended Masters [23] The Besantine Tulpa [24] Neoshamanism [25] Yakub, The Nation of Islam [26] Perdurabo [27] The Second Coming, [28] Yeats and Alistair Crowley

[evilwizard]

never has there been a series with more underutilized background lore than the Chronicles of Narnia. book one establishes that there exists a world-between-the-worlds, an infinite glade that can be accessed only via ancient Atlantean magic, fractaling in all directions with infinite crystal-clear pools of water representing the various dimensions of the multiverse—dimensions which contain realms of gods and technology, and magic of various types, and different magical systems for each dimension, and dead worlds, and worlds that have not yet sprung to life, and a million other wonders. book two has a talking beaver

[silverslipstream]

Picked the Atlantean supersoldier.

"Hey, Eshmunazar, could you... can you even try these fried mushrooms?"

"MY MOUTH NO LONGER FUNCTIONS, AS THE MUSCLES WHICH OPEN MY JAW HAVE LONG SINCE WASTED FROM DISUSE. I AM BEING KEPT ALIVE THROUGH LIFE-SUPPORT SYSTEMS THAT LIQUIDISE MY FOOD FOR ME AND PUMP IT DIRECTLY INTO MY STOMACH. THE HINGED MOUTHPIECE ON MY ARMOUR IS THUS A USELESS DECORATION, INTENDED FOR A KINDER BODY."

"So you don't like mushrooms, then? I mean, I get it, they're kind of a love-it-or-hate-it food-"

"...I DIDN'T SAY NO. COULD YOU OPEN THE GROOVED PANEL ABOVE MY RIGHT HIP AND PUT SOME OF YOUR MUSHROOMS IN? THEY WILL BE LIQUIDISED AUTOMATICALLY, THOUGH MY ARMOUR'S CREATORS WERE BENEVOLENT ENOUGH TO ALLOW FOOD TO RETAIN SOME SEMBLANCE OF TASTE."

"Fuck yeah, Esh! Dude, this is awesome. Wait until you try lasagna."

Reblog to go on a date with your monster. Like to give them a little gift.

Look under the cut to see what meeting your joyfriend is like.

1 you walk into a messy apartment, it looks like this is their first place where they live alone, away from other angels. They're sitting on a Lome mattress, cuddling a stuffed animal and watching TV. Despite everything they're still beautiful, their body youthful, and sexless, and athletic, their four white wings forever stained with blood. They look up at you with rose gold eyes, afraid, apologizing for if they scared you. But to their surprise you don't shy away from them, and somehow they feel safe and pure when you sit down to talk to them.

2 you see them in the shadows, alone in the dark of an empty park, changing shape, first a muscular humanoid in armor, then a wolf dancing through the night, then a combination of both, then finally a modern human in a ragged trenchcoat. Despite all their forms, their eyes are always the same. They come up to you and bow with a smile on their face. You slowly aproch them, for whatever reason their voice seems so familiar. You greet them with your hand as you would an animal, even as they're in human form, as you slowly pet their scars for the first time.

3 within the golden halls of an ornate train station you see them for the first time, through the crowd with inhumanly green eyes. They notice you despite everyone else. And you notice everything off about them, the wrong numbers of teeth, their hands occasionally having more or less then five fingers before returning back to normal. It's wordless but it doesn't need words for you to tell them that they don't need to pretend to be human around you. And for a momment you see them, naked, with branches for antlers, and the wings of a monarch butterfly, a serpent's head where a human’s genitals would be, and teeth made out of broken glass, and then only a rose exists where they once stood, but you know you'll see them again.

4 you see them for the first time in an empty parking lot, a massive creature with black eyes and countless legs, glowing yet dark, as they come twords you they take notes in an unknowable language. They inspect you as the dark matter pitter patters across your face. You expect them to hurt you as they reach out their claw but they only gently pet your head. You can tell that they're suprised, you're more receptive then most humans are. They give you a small peice of food to let you eat right from their claw, and it tastes batter then anything on earth.

5 you meet them in a café on a quiet side street. They don't like being seen by too many people. Their body is beautiful, but so inhuman, tall and slender, with silvery armor covering them from the neak down, their face pale and their eyes long since ripped out and replaced with red mechanical replacements. They're a bit afraid you won't be ok with them when you first meet them, but you start talking, and though they're shy at first they like the sound of your voice. They let you pet their head and they cuddle up to you, and their body is warm like a churning machine as you hug them for the first time, and they feel comforted in your arms.

6 you see them in a dark subway station. They clearly once were human, centuries ago, their body forever young, but pale and skinny, their eyes turned white and their mouth jawless and fanged like a lampry's. Their body is entirely sexless, barely shielded from the cold by a ragged suit. Most people avoid them, but you ask if they're ok and they just look up at you, when you ask if they're hungry they nod. You agree to give them some blood, and it feels like they're giving you little kisses as you offer them your wrist. When they're full you hug their cold body, and for a momment they're made warm.

7 an undead servent slowly brings them over to you in a wheelchair. Though their mansion is beautiful it's trapped in time, and dark even in the daytime. You can see the computer they're trapped in, it must be decades old by now. They look at you with an avatar meant to look like a drawing of themself, or at least how they'd want to look. Something about them makes you want to touch them, but you know you never can. You put your hand to the screen, and you can feel the magic flow through you, and for a momment that's enough.

8 you see them sitting there alone in a bar. A slender androgynous humanoid, they're wearing a black suit but upon closer examination it's part of their body, never to be taken off. You sit next to them, and they smile at you, you talk for a few moments and it's like they know more about the universe then you could ever imagine. They pet your head, and it feels like it'll kill you, but it only makes you feel more alive. They hand you a business card with their number on it, it says they're a servent of hades, they tell you you can contact them again if you like, they'll be around. When you look again they're entirely gone once more.

9 walking through an abandoned mall you see them, a life sized puppet, with stars and moons on its outfit, and a painted mask for a face. Coming closer to them you can see there's red liquid on them, and strange otherworldly bugs and mushrooms on their body. When you try to touch them they float in the air, and move as if they're alive, for a momment you think they'll hurt you but they run away. When you find them again, tracking them down to a dark arcade, you see they're crying. They expect you to hurt them but you reach out to help them instead, nobody's ever tried to help them like that before...

10 you see them ontop of a skyscraper's roof. They youthful human wearing a leather jacket smiling as a massive reptile, with bat like wings, and massive steel fangs, and a tail like a scorpion's flies down to them. You wonder if they'll try to calm it but instead they move together like one being, their eyes the same yellow color. The creature comes twords you, fire in its mouth, and poison in its teeth. You realize the two beings are one in the same, as the wyvern bows its head, ready for you to ride it, with its human body at your side.

11 for a momment they chase you through the night, the hooded masked figure running twords you, blade in hand. But as you cross the street they can't follow, it's as if they've hit a wall. The gods themselves have bound them. While you're in safety you look at them, there's a sadness behind that mask. You wonder, if they can't hurt you here, would there be any reason to hate them, would they choose to spare you if they knew your face, your voice...

12 all you can see is blackness, yet there is no darkness, only this slick metallic liquid around you. The lake bubbles up creating a false body with its fluid, first male, then female, then both, then neither. It beckons you in, and you know it would not let you drown. When you step inside all you can feel, all you can see, is the fluid around you, and you feel as if you're being held.