#benefits of dead sea salt

[pintadachica]

The mud is a rich, homogeneous mixture of the sea’s minerals such as magnesium, calcium, boron, strontium, iron and potassium. When applied to the skin, it can improve blood circulation, cleanse and soften the skin, leaving it looking healthy and plump.

Aside from the skin therapy from the common skin problems, Dead Sea mud has been realized to treat skin diseases such as Psoriasis, joint problems such as arthritis and rheumatic pains, relax muscles and improve inner calmness and tranquility.

The mineral-rich mud, although best experienced naturally, is being used to manufacture products containing the essential minerals for the skin. Link: https://deadsea-cosmetic.com/ Link: https://deadsea-cosmetic.com/blogs/naturally-blog/the-science-behind-dead-sea-mud-products-and-their-benefits

[naturalhandcraftedsoap]

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[empiresgleam]

Sneak peak of the forthcoming Chapter 8 of Empires Gleam, in which Merlin has gone back in time to save them all, and ended up in a friends-with-benefits situation with Arthur. Mutual pining while having sexy trysts all over the place... chef's kiss.

----

"Ready? Pull!" shouted Arthur, drawing his bow.

Merlin flicked a hand and a clay disc ricocheted into the air. Arthur took the shot and felt in his bones that it was flying true towards the target. But at the last second the disc zinged out of the way and the arrow landed harmlessly in the grass.

"Sorry? Should I go easier on you?" asked Merlin, with an innocent smile.

Arthur glared. “I can't handle anything you’ve got, Merlin.”

Merlin smirked and crooked a finger to pick up Arthur's arrow and float it back to him.

"Again," sighed Arthur. "Ready? Pull!"

This time, the arrow hit the clay disc dead on, but Arthur knew enough about Merlin now to anticipate the second surprise disc. He whipped a dagger out of the top of his boot and threw it, managing to hit the second target mostly by sheer luck.

Merlin's jaw dropped open.

"Arthur, ye gods," he said.

"That's what happens when you’ve been trained to kill since b-" said Arthur, but was cut off by Merlin's mouth landing hotly on his.

Afterwards, when they were lying on the grass, letting the night air cool their heated skin, Merlin asked, "Do you want to tell the others about this place?"

Arthur looked around the aerie, at the neat acres of mossy grass, the high stone walls covered in thick ivy that looked a hundred years old, the blossoming trees, the cozy outbuildings. He took in the whole massive arena, ringed with iron braziers, a fire burning merrily in all of them, giving a warm tone to Merlin's skin that matched his eyes, which were more often gold than blue here.

"Not right now. But eventually," he conceded. "Only because it seems a shame to let all your hard work go unappreciated."

Merlin pressed his face into Arthur's shoulder, pleased as a cat at this simple compliment.

"But not now, right?" Merlin said. "It's too– too– convenient to give up."

"Right. Exactly," said Arthur, with a shiver. Convenient. That's all it was.

------

Then there was the quiet summer morning when the unicorn stepped out of the trees.

Merlin looked at Arthur's raised crossbow, looked at the unicorn, remembered a labyrinth and a beach and a riddle of poison.

Arthur put a finger to his lips.

Merlin tackled him into the dirt.

“Wow, unnecessary,” said Arthur. “I wasn’t going to shoot it. I remember the story of the prat and the unicorn.”

“Couldn't risk it,” said Merlin. “Can't rest my whole fate on whether you are or are not a prat.”

He was lying heavy on top of Arthur, panting.

Arthur said, “You know, I’ve heard that unicorns only appear to virgins. If you’re so worried, we could make sure that neither of us ever sees one again.”

He grinned, thrust his hips suggestively, and reached up for a kiss.

Merlin tasted salt on his tongue and remembered the smell of the sea, sitting across from Arthur, two goblets between them, deciding who would die to save Camelot from the unicorn’s curse.

Tomorrow, instead of making a noble sacrifice for each other’s lives, they would probably trade furtive kisses in the armoury.

And– momentarily– horribly– Merlin wished he’d let the unicorn die.

“No!” Merlin pushed off Arthur and got to his feet roughly. “It’s getting late. Let’s get back.”

He felt the pressure of Arthur’s gaze, but avoided it all the way home.

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New chapters coming soon to Ao3.

[theravenphoenix26]

Life and Death

So I had an idea, and this is what happened, tada, yay me! Sorry if the end seems kinda rushed. 

Azriel x Reader Angst/Fluff

Trigger Warnings: Blood, death, Velaris attacked (let me know if I need to add more.)

There was a myth that said your life flashed before your eyes just before you died. You’d never believed it and rarely thought about it with your immortal lifespan. 

It was only reasonable to doubt what the living said about the dead, what did they know? Every creature of the world lied, and formed the truth to their liking, so you didn’t believe in much you couldn’t see. But you didn’t think much of death, you were the type to live. 

Perhaps that was why it was shocking to see your life play out before your eyes as you lay on the broken streets of the city you’d always loved. 

But what wasn’t surprising were the memories themselves, they were your most cherished. And they were all of him. 

~

You were sitting at the edge of a cliff, your feet dangling off the edge. The ocean was stunning this time of day, the falling sun coloring it in too many colors to count. Fluffy white clouds covered the pink sky over the smooth sea. 

This was by far your favorite place in the Night Court, it was only a short flight from the hustle of the city you so desperately needed to flee from sometimes. No matter how much you loved Velaris you couldn’t deny that it was tiring. 

Everyone there was always so happy, it was hard to pretend that you were. 

You heard them before you saw them, the flapping of wings alerting you of a presence. Of course, your peace was to be disturbed, it was rare that you got an uninterrupted moment to be you. 

The salt air calmed your lungs as you turned to the figure lingering behind you. The male stood tall above you, his bat-like wings stretched out behind his back. It was only your years in Velaris and the glinting blue of his siphons that gave away his identity. 

You’d never directly spoken to the Shadowsinger or any of the Inner Circle for that matter. It was easier to lie low, to go to work and home, than to interact with anybody. He froze upon noticing you, staring at the scars that stretched across your back. 

Velaris hadn’t always been your home. You’d grown up in Hewn City and it was pure luck that you’d ended up here. 

You waved a carefree hand at the cliff edge beside you, inviting the Shadowsinger to join you in your contemplating. The two of you sat in silence for quite some time before the Shadowsinger, surprisingly, spoke. 

“I’ve never seen you before,” he muttered. 

You turned your eyes from the stunning view in front of you to the stunning view beside you. This close to Azriel you could see every different shade in his hazel eyes. 

“I’m sure there are many in this court you haven’t seen.”

A roguish smirk took over the Shadowsinger’s face as he looked you dead in the eyes and said words you would never forget, “I agree, but I thought I’d seen all as beautiful as you.”

~~

That night on the cliff had turned into months of secret meetings. You weren’t ready for anything committed, and Azriel was still trying to move on from Mor. 

It wasn’t a relationship, but a friendship. Perhaps it could be called ‘friends with benefits’.

Over the months you knew him Az became your best friend. He was the person you could tell anything. The person you could always count on to listen, love, and protect you. 

There wasn’t one thing you didn’t love and accept about him, as he did the same to you. 

You heard the knocking on your balcony door. When you looked over and saw Az it was no shock. He was often a wanted guest at your apartment, particularly at night. 

You slid the glass door open and froze. 

Azriel stood before you like he had so many times before. But this was different. This wasn’t a casual visit for talking or sex. An arrow had torn completely through his left shoulder, grazing his wing every time he moved. The pained expression that painted his face chilled you to your core. 

Your shaking hands wrapped around his right arm, pulling it over your shoulders. You walked him to the couch, taking a good percentage of his not subtle weight. 

“What happened?” you questioned harshly after laying him down. 

The most minuscule of smiles appeared on his face as he whispered, “Mission gone wrong.”

You disappeared for a moment into the kitchen to grab a first aid kit, there were several stashed around the house and that was the closest. 

“Why didn’t you go to a healer,” you asked as you pulled the arrow from his shoulder as gently as you could.

“I just wanted to see you.”

The arrow was set on the table beside you as you shifted to carefully clean the wound. “That’s stupid Az. You know my healing powers are weak. This will scar, you know.”

“I don't care,” he said.

The silence in the room hung heavy as you focused on his shoulder, the little healing magic pooling from your fingertips. 

“Are you not going to ask why?” Az sighed.

“Why what?”

“Why I don’t care about the scar.”

You lightly smiled, playing along. “Why don’t you care about the scar Az?

“I was scared, and in pain, and you always fix my fears. I just wanted to see you.”

You hummed, letting that be your response.

Az let out a heavy sigh, “You know why I wanted to see you.”

“Well, you just said the reason Az,” you said, confused about why he was dragging out whatever he had to say. 

He shook his head, “No it’s more than that.”

You looked up at him, finding his eyes already on yours, “Why’d you want to see me?”

Azriel finally let that beautiful smile take over his face, “Because I love you, Y/N.”

~~~

You had never been happier. You and Azriel were officially together. Rarely did you leave each other's sides, especially after Rhys was taken.

You’d never met the High Lord, Azriel and you had just started dating and he’d wanted to keep it quiet. It wasn't something you minded, the secrets. It was in Azriel’s nature to hide and you wouldn’t change that. 

But after Rhys was taken Az refused to spend too much time anywhere that reminded him of what was missing. Anywhere that reminded him of the brother he’d lost overnight. 

He’d practically moved in with you, and for 50 years you lived perfectly. Az was by your side and you could comfort him through anything that came his way. During that time, your relationship remained secret, you'd never met the Inner Circle. Life was always so hectic. 

~~~~

Azriel felt as though he had been fighting forever. 

His wings were heavy as he landed back on the cobbled streets. He looked at the building around him, the blood of the people he hadn't been able to save. All he wanted to do was curl up next to you. 

He had loved you for longer than he’d ever admit. You were the most important thing in his life, his love, his very best friend. His finger brushed against the ring box in his pocket, this wasn’t the most romantic moment but he wanted to be married to you. Az wanted to bring their relationship out of the shadows and begin the rest of his life with you for whatever time you had left. 

Farther down the street he went, passing the cafe you’d worked in for as long as he’d known. The windows were all busted out, and the walls were burnt and crumbling. It would be a while before they could reopen. 

Hopefully, you would be home. He knew you could hold your own, you’d been taught by him. But still, it was nearly instinct to fear for you. 

He came across a crowd of people, all standing around something. As he walked up they parted for him, recognizing him immediately. 

His blood turned to ice in his veins. 

On the ground laid his love, your body lightly twitching with the pain of death. Azriel dropped to his knees beside you, forcing his trembling hands over the stab wound in your stomach. His scarred fingers did nothing, your red blood didn’t slow as it poured over them. 

He felt your bloody fingertips on this side of his face. The gentle pressure turned his eyes from the wound to meet your own. 

“Azzy,” you whispered. It didn’t seem you could speak much louder. 

He lowered his forehead to yours as his voice broke on the only word he spoke, “Y/N.”

“I didn’t want you to see this.”

He was frozen, his fingers covered in blood as you spoke, unable to say a word. 

“I didn’t want you to see me die, but I’m glad you’re here. I’m glad I won’t die alone.”

Your hand dropped from his face, moving to lightly hold one of his. 

“Az, I love you.” 

He was silent as he met your eyes and felt the world drop from under him. All at once the golden bond formed, he felt every pain you did. He felt the pure love you felt for him. He felt everything. 

And then he felt nothing but pain as your chest stilled, and that beautiful bond disintegrated. 

The cry that left his throat was more animal than anything. His hands left your wound and brought you into his lap. His bloody fingers ran through your hair as he cradled you to his chest. 

His mind was blank, and then suddenly he could only think of one thing. He hadn’t said it back. 

~~~~~

Cassian found him minutes, or maybe hours later. Azriel clutched onto your body, repeating the words, “I love you”, as tears flowed down his face. 

The rest of the Inner Circle appeared shortly after. 

Rhysand was the first to approach Azriel. He placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, which the Shadowsinger only flung off. 

“Az, what happened, who is this.”

Azriel looked up at them, a broken smile on his face. “This is my life,” he whispered, “My love, my best friend, my mate.”

The faces around him went slack with shock. Azriel looked down at you and let out a crazed laugh, “And she’s dead.”

[hebrewbyinbal]

In a region known for its ancient wonders and historical significance, there exists a natural marvel that defies conventional understanding – the Dead Sea.

This extraordinary body of water, nestled between the rugged landscapes of Jordan and the historical land of Israel, has captivated the human imagination for centuries.

What sets the Dead Sea apart are the truths that have been etched into its very essence through time:

A Saltwater Enigma: The Dead Sea holds the title of being the saltiest body of water on our planet. Its salinity is nearly ten times that of regular seawater, rendering it nearly uninhabitable for most aquatic life. This remarkable salinity is why it's called the "Dead" Sea, as few organisms can endure its extreme conditions.

A Bounty of Minerals: Beyond its salinity, the Dead Sea is enriched with a treasure trove of minerals, including magnesium, calcium, and potassium. These minerals have been coveted for centuries for their therapeutic and cosmetic benefits, drawing people from far and wide in search of their healing powers.

Nature's Remedial Spa: The Dead Sea has long been celebrated for its medicinal properties. Its mineral-laden mud and waters are believed to provide relief for various skin conditions, from psoriasis to eczema. Additionally, the unique atmospheric conditions surrounding the Dead Sea, characterized by low allergen levels and high oxygen, have been reported to positively impact respiratory ailments.

The Magic of Buoyancy: Thanks to its remarkable salt content, the Dead Sea offers an otherworldly swimming experience. Floating on its surface becomes effortless, a sensation that leaves you feeling weightless and buoyant, a feeling akin to no other.

A Tapestry of History: The Dead Sea region weaves together threads of ancient history. It's said to have offered refuge to the legendary King David and is believed to be the site of the biblical cities of Sodom and Gomorrah. This deep historical and geological significance adds layers of intrigue to its story.

The Shrinking Wonder: Yet, paradoxically, the Dead Sea is vanishing. Human activities, such as mineral extraction and the diversion of water from the Jordan River, its primary source of replenishment, have led to alarming drops in its water levels. Today, conservationists are working tirelessly to stabilize and protect this natural wonder before it's altered irreversibly.

The Dead Sea's enigmatic salinity, its healing embrace, and its ancient tales make it more than just a geographical wonder. It's a place of mystery and fascination, a testament to the intricate balance between human influence and the enduring power of nature.

[higherrealmswellness]

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[ivoryxsteel]

𓏲ּ  ֶָ  𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗  ⁝         aaron fontaine,  34,  cis man,  he/him.    announcing  the  arrival  of  DARIUS  of  house  ZALYNE,  the  LORD  of  BRAAVOS.  whispers  among  the  court  name  them  to  be  both  IDEALISTIC  and  CUNNING  in  disposition,  and  those  closest  to  them  speak  to  their  interests  in  sailing.  if  we  bards  could  compose  a  song  for  them,  it  might  tell  stories  of  a  wild  storm  amidst  open  sea ;  sun  reflecting  off  expensive  jewelry ; honey-laced  words  and  a  smile  twice  as  sweet,  but  they  are  empty  and  the  eyes  are  not  to  be  trusted ; hushed  conversations  in  dark  alleys ; clever  as  the  devil  and  twice  as  pretty ; steel  clashing  against  steel ; poisoned  daggers  .  the  seven  whisper  to  their  most  devout  queen  as  she  sleeps,  making  her  question  where  their  loyalties  truly  lie.  are  they  right  to  whisper?  for  their  loyalties  truly  lie  with  THE  EMPEROR  OF  ESSOS.

NAME : darius zalyne AGE : thirty-four DATE OF BIRTH : july 30th PLACE OF BIRTH : braavos GENDER / PRONOUNS : cis man / he & him SEXUALITY : pansexual RELIGION : r'hllor LANGUAGES SPOKEN : braavosi, most forms of low valyrian, common tongue, dothraki

HEIGHT : 6'3 / 190cm HAIR COLOUR : brown EYE COLOUR : brown DOMINANT HAND : right SCENT : honey, burned wood, sea salt

MORAL ALIGNMENT : chaotic evil MBTI : entj ENNEAGRAM : 8w7 ASTROLOGY : leo sun, capricorn moon, leo rising

PARENTS : lord cosimo zalyne ( 60, sealord of braavos ) SIBLINGS : lady helaena zalyne ( 30 ) & lord carina zalyne ( 30 ) OTHER : tba

eldest child of the sealord of braavos, the golden boy, house zalyne's wealth proudly displayed on his body with luxurious fabrics and expensive jewelry, darius had always had it all. trained in combat, sailing, history of the known world & anything you could think of since the day he could walk and talk, the sealord never went easy on eldest son, but darius wouldn't have it otherwise. he had a defiant, ardent, driven spirit. any challenge thrown at him, darius would wish to be harder, to be able to push himself to his limits and beyond, just because he can.

set foot on a ship at the age of twelve, darius zalyne has rarely spent time on land or at the same place since then, always exploring new places, making new connections. captains his own ship, jelmāzma lilagon, its crew like a family to darius. infamous for his temper & greed, darius still made a fine captain.

for someone raised on politics and schemes, it came as no surprise that darius would see relationships, even romantic ones, as either that or simply fun, unable to grasp the concept as anything else. so any marriage that came his way he accepted without much thought -- it didn't matter, as long as they were good-looking & benefited house zalyne. the death of his first wife wasn't given much thought by essosi population -- a simple tragedy, but added in with all the other tragedies in house zalyne, including darius' second wife and next husband meeting the same fates, it raised questions no one dared to ask out loud. and darius? he moved on quite easily, the thought of next suitors fearing to marry him or marrying him for wealth despite said fears entertaining him endlessly.

surrounded by an air of mystery, darius zalyne is an enigma, often preceeded by his reputation or numerous rumours. he likes it that way. to the world he is a carefully crafted persona, and should anyone dare set fire to that cold, dead heart of his they'd have to go through the iron walls first.

[tortoisesshells]

ask game: 4, 13, 22? please and thanks <3

4. ... with dialogue I'm proud of:

answered here, and here, but this is an oldie. From her eye discourses, in which the patients and staff of a Union hospital argue about performing Shakespeare.

“So, our Seccesh nurse is our Juliet, our hapless Chaplain not our Friar but a Romeo, and Mary Phinney takes for herself the humble roll of Nurse. Where am I in this production?” “You seem a Mercutio to me,” Mary said, and a small smile, like a cat’s, crept onto her face. Jed could not help but smile in return. It was not at her words, though he minded them, but at her voice, her smile, the weak candle-light in her hair, the ease with which she engaged him and – yes – smiled. “Are you saying you’d see me run through?” “Not in the least.” “Well, then, I pray thee, Nurse,” he said, grandly, to his audience of one, “explain thyself.” “You’re clever,” she replied, her gaze frank and eyes sparkling in the lamplight, “And you enjoy your own cleverness. You perform it, at times, I think, and not for any persons’ benefit but your own.”

13. ... that helped me understand a character better:

answered here, and I'm not sure I understand anything about any characters from 1899, but, I did feel like I answered some of my questions about 'was the fire that killed Eyk's family an accident' and 'what happened to Sara Larsen'?

They talked more, until their home was before them and he had to hold her arm on the narrow stairs; in hindsight, he saw that he had never answered her questions – that Keats had gone untranslated, and he was at sea when the concert took place, so Sara had gone with Luise Ferner and her husband. He had not seen it then – nor did he heed what followed – Sara sat giggling at her dressing table, twiddling her fingers in the candlelight and humming, unwilling to dress for bed. He thought, if she would let him, he should do it for her; he was young, after all, not long married – easily flustered by the sight of Sara’s long hair over her bare shoulders. Still a little punchy from the wine, she had started to draw her hand back and forth through the flame. “You’ll hurt yourself, sweetheart,” he protested, taking her hand in his. She giggled again, and made to pull her hand out of his; because he was young, and Sara was bright-eyed and pretty, and because he could not see the future, he brought her hand up and kissed it. “I will not hurt myself if I am quick enough,” Sara said, pulling her hand away, and demonstrating, “See? You see?”

22. ... that is so blissfully self-indulgent:

I am going to cheat and share something for the seriously delayed ch. 31 of Customs. Unbelievably, I wrote this before my favorite dead side character in DS showed up as a seaweed-covered ghost.

In her dreams, Lieutenant Nibley was standing in her parlor, streaming salt-water and rot. Eyes gone, flesh half-eaten. She felt sick with fear at the sight of him, but could not say it or give sign of it. Skin shredded. Blue. Barnacles, open as if to a current. That fine blue coat ragged, as much bladder-wrack as gold braid and wool. A – a crab, scuttling into the empty socket. The tea tray was on the table and she busied herself with it, while he spoke to her. At her. Accusation. She swallowed and handed him a piece of molasses cake, the dish of tea. His hand was – God help her, she thought when she woke – clammy, cold and claw-like as Samuel’s had been the morning after his passing. She remembered his living hand on her wrist, pulling her down into the harbor and – And she was awake, then. Cold and alone in her own bed, Nellie gritted her teeth and brought her forehead to her knees, curling up as tightly as she could. Had she cried out? She prayed not, listening for the sounds of her children stirring, or footsteps in the hall. Nothing, thank God. There was rain on the roof, against the windows; the storm had come in from the south, hot to the touch. Some part of her remembered the unseasonable hurricane that had nearly ripped the Constance in two only just earlier in the year; May seemed like it had been years ago, rather than a season, and the Nellie Treat who had spent hours at the pumps praying for their trials to end another being entirely. Perhaps she was: it was hard to imagine the woman who had drunk rum in a Nassau tavern with a pirate crew was the same who’d gotten her hands under Commodore Norrington’s collar in a dark garden. Rather than reconciling the two – well. She didn’t want to dwell on it, but then, her mind, of late, was a street cur that would find something gruesome to gnaw on.

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[cybercity-sunrise]

thinking about this article i read where the author was making the case for flooding the dead sea and quattara depression with sea water in order to eventually convert salty swaths of desert to mediterranean-like environments. while there are some legitimate reasons to consider undertaking a project like this, such as reducing rising sea levels and generating hydropower, i was shocked to see how dismissive the author was of abiotic environments/ geographic features. these are all quotes from the author about the depressions:

"Where life used to thrive, now there’s just death and desolation." "Like the Mediterranean in the past, a new thriving sea has emerged to replace a burned wasteland." "In short, these are lifeless hellholes." "It’s not like the Dead Sea exists in a delicate environmental balance with a blossoming ecosystem and thriving communities. It’s a desert. People make money from mining the salt, there’s a tiny bit of tourism, and that’s it."

like tbh, the utilitarian in me understands. many people seem to feel ambivalent about the desert at best, because what can it do for them? it isn't hospitable, and it isn't economically valuable, some find it ugly, some find it monotonous, it is perhaps harder to form an emotional commitment to minerals than something living. but does an environment need to be alive to be meaningful? does it need to serve us and exist for our needs to be worth preserving? i understand the benefits of a project like this, i really do. i'm not even saying i'm opposed. but i do think the cost of a desert is a significant one, and if we proceed, we should give weight to the sacrifice.

[thetarttfuldickhead]

A Jamie-centric pre-OT3 Christmas story told in 25 short chapters.

Masterpost / AO3

24.

Due to lucky timing or – more likely – a long-honed sense for when Jamie and Georgie were ready to be interrupted, Simon stepped into the sitting room to announced that dinner was ready about half a minute after the hour-long, and occasionally weepy, talk was winding down to general cuddles.

Jamie got up to greet him with genuine enthusiasm. He’d already moved out by the time Simon moved in, but he liked the man well enough. He’d been dead good for Mummy, and Simon had always been decent about giving her and Jamie space, never seeming to mind that Georgie tended to focus all of her attention on Jamie whenever he was around. Which was only natural, given that Jamie was her only son and a fucking great one at that, but some men might have been pissy about it, so Jamie was still glad Simon wasn’t one of those.

“Tried to make a few extra sides that won’t mess with your meal plan, I know you’ve got a game tomorrow,” Simon said as he ushered them towards the carefully set table.

They’d gotten a new cloth since the last time Jamie was here for Christmas, a rustic looking light grey number, but the pink plates with a pattern of golden Christmas trees around the edge were the same ones Jamie had given her when he was 17. Simon had matched them with green napkins, intricately folded around small golden sprigs of plastic mistletoe, and pink and gold ornaments scattered across the table.

“That’s nice, that,” Jamie said, because it was, and Simon beamed at him.

The dinner was nice, too, the traditional turkey and trimmings complemented, for Jamie’s benefit, with a French omelette with smoked haddock, a large salad, and a small bowl of liberally spiced brown rice. It took Mummy most of the meal to fill Jamie in on all the latest neighbourhood gossip, but there was a fair bit of chatter about football as well, and a couple of minutes devoted to Simon’s new knife set. It was fun, and easy, and by the time Simon got up to put the kettle on and Jamie went out into the hall to collect the bag of gifts he’d brought, Jamie was feeling more relaxed (and fuller) than he could remember doing in… well. A fucking long time.

As they settled on the couch with their tea cups, small glasses of mulled cherry wine and a frankly shocking array of sweets (of which Jamie allowed himself exactly one small slice of candied orange dipped in chocolate and sprinkled with sea salt), Mummy fretted slightly over not having any proper gifts for him there. “We had them sent over your place, since we didn’t think you were coming. I’m sorry, love.”

“No, yeah, I know, got them last night. Haven’t opened them yet, though, ‘cause, uh, I wanted to see you first.”

She smiled, and pulled him close to smack her lips against the top of his hair. “Do it first thing when you get home, and every last one of them will be a kiss from me.”

“I will, Mummy.” He’d be getting home after midnight, and by rights should head straight for bed to make sure he was in good shape for tomorrow’s game, but knew he would take the time to unpack the carefully wrapped parcels. Knew his mum would likely be up and ready to respond to any excited reaction texts he might send.

Jamie apologised for the randomness of the gifts, sheepishly admitting that he’d spent too much time getting Roy stuff to think much about anyone else; they waved away his regrets and oooh:ed and aaah:ed enthusiastically at the blanket (Georgie), the cookbook (Simon), the weekend getaway in Cornwall (both of them), and the other things Jamie had picked up rather hurriedly yesterday.

Merry Christmas (I don’t want to fight tonight) came on. Grinning cheekily, Mummy got to her feet, pulling Jamie up with her as she went, and then they were dancing all across the sitting room, laughing and loudly singing along, the way they’d always done when Jamie was a kid.

“Oh, baby, you’ve gotten dead good at this,” Mummy said a little breathlessly after Jamie had spun her round in a complicated twirl, and he nodded, pleased that she’d noticed his mad moves. “I’m a footballer, ain’t I. Gotta be quick on me feet.”

The song ended and the far slower Have yourself a merry little Christmas began to play. Jamie released his mum to Simon, and as the two of them swayed slowly to Judy Garland’s soft crooning, Jamie took the opportunity to sneak away for a bit, going up the stairs to his old room. It looked pretty much exactly the way he’d left it when he moved into the Academy residence. Mummy (or Simon, probably) kept it clean, but hadn’t moved any of his stuff or done anything about the general messiness of the room. Only the Keeley poster had been a later addition, and only because having semi-nudes up at his academy room had been frowned upon and he’d still been minding the rules back then.

Mad, to think that he’d ended up dating her. Mad, that he’d played with Roy Kent, the one player whose poster he’d never taken down (although he’d come close, the first time he was back home after joining Richmond and Roy had proved to be a massive cunt, but it had felt like letting Roy win somehow, so it had stayed up).

Madder still, that only two nights ago he’d been curled up with both of them on a couch in Roy Kent’s house.

Grinning, he pulled out his phone and called Keeley. Yes, it was late and it was Christmas and it might be a prick thing to do, interrupting whatever celebration they had going, but as much as he was trying to be better, Jamie hadn’t gotten to where he was by not going after what he wanted. Besides, they’d want to know how things had gone, wouldn’t they? Keeley would, at any rate.

His assumption turned out to be correct because Keeley not only picked up, but smiled like she couldn’t be happier to hear from him. “Jamie, hi! You doing all right? Are you up in Manchester?”

“Hi, Keeley. Yeah, I am, yeah.” He paused, taking a moment to just look at her, taking in the loveliness of her face, before adding, “Talked to me mum. It went great. I mean, I was a bit nervous, but it went great, yeah, so it’s all good now.”

“Yeah?” Her smile softened. “That’s amazing, Jamie. Really glad to hear that.”

“Yeah. So, uh, I just wanted to call to tell you and, and, say thanks, I guess. For, you know, telling me I needed to go here. And, uh, merry Christmas.”

“You’re welcome, Jamie. Merry Christmas.”

“Oi!” Roy’s voice, off-camera and sounding unusually high over the speakers. “Keeley, do— Oh, sorry, didn’t realise you were on the phone.” A pause. “That Jamie?”

“Yeah. He’s up in Manchester, come say hi.” Keeley shifted a bit, angling her phone to include Roy in the picture.

Jamie raised an eyebrow. Roy must really be into Christmas, because he was actually wearing a patterned tie with his black shirt and black suit jacket. A dark patterned tie, admittedly, but it had got little golden dots on it, which was far more festive than Jamie would have thought Roy could ever manage.

Then again, he’d had to rethink a lot of his thoughts on Roy in the past two days.

“Hi,” Roy said, sounding… not unsure, exactly, but… not not unsure either. A little reserved, but in a way Jamie, canny reader of people that he was, suspected had more to do with uncertainty over their new relationship status, rather than any real desire to be an arse.

Jamie didn’t blame him. He was feeling a little uncertain himself (which was still a new and not particularly fun experience). Things had changed between them since Roy rushed in to find him crumpled on the floor—but how exactly, and into what?

He guessed they’d find out, and fuck, wasn’t that an interesting thought?

“Hi,” he said. “Merry Christmas. You enjoying the holiday, yeah?” He nodded towards the tie, smirking just a little. (It was a decent tie. Roy looked well fit in it. But if the man didn’t want people taking the piss when he donned a bit of colour he shouldn’t make such a point of always wearing black then, should he?)

Roy rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I’m loving it. Spent the afternoon knocking on random doors looking for a dentist for my niece, that was a fucking riot. And,” he continued before Jamie had the chance to ask what the hell he was on about, “some nitwit had this John Case box set delivered to my door this morning, because apparently some people have no idea when to fucking quit.”

“Yeah?” Jamie asked, unable to hold back a grin, because while Roy’s word had been gruff, there was a small smile in his eyes that said that they weren’t really. “Think that sounds like great gift, mate. Real thoughtful, like.”

Roy just snorted, but Keeley was clearly holding back a laugh, her eyes shining as they wandered between Jamie on her screen and Roy.

“It’s the last of them,” Jamie promised, just in case Roy actually thought he’d be keeping this up forever from now on. “But I’d already gotten it, so… “ He shrugged.

“It’s fine,” Roy said, then added off Keeley’s not at all discreet elbow to his side, “I mean, thank you.”

Jamie was about to tell him not to overdo it or he’d burst vessel or something, but was interrupted by his mum calling his name from downstairs. “Sorry,” he said. “Gotta go. Be heading back in thirty minutes, so I wanna make the most of it, right?”

“Yeah, of course,” Keeley immediately said (almost covering Roy’s muttered we’re really not stopping you). “Go. And good luck with the game tomorrow, yeah? I’ll be in the box with Rebecca, cheering you on.”

“Decent, yeah. Um, thanks again. Merry Christmas.”

As he moved to end the call, Roy suddenly said, “Jamie, wait.”

Jamie waited. And waited, because whatever it was that Roy had on his mind, he apparently had a hard fucking time getting it out of his mouth.

Eventually, Jamie’s patience wore thin. “Mate, I’m not being funny, yeah. I really gotta go. You maybe wanna send me a fax instead?”

“Oh, that’s very funny,” Roy growled. “The fuck happened to you not being a prick, huh?” Then he made a face, looking pained. “Actually, and I can’t fucking believe I’m about to say this, but maybe sometimes you need to be a prick. Not to people,” he added with narrowed eyes, having apparently caught the way Jamie lit up at that, “but on the fucking pitch. I mean, sometimes. Not all the time. But sometimes, being selfish and going for the shot and getting in the other players heads by being an utter cunt like only you fucking can is better than passing the ball.”

Jamie gaped at him, but before he had time to say anything or ask how the hell he was supposed to know when it was the right time to be a prick, Roy muttered a curt, “That’s it. Bye,” and ended the call.

“Um, rude,” Jamie told the black screen. He was half tempted to call Keeley again, just to tell her bye properly (and maybe tell Roy… something, Jamie wasn’t totally clear on what, because Roy had been rude, but he’d also told Jamie to be a prick sometimes, and had almost smiled at him several times, and that was all just a bit confusing), but he hadn’t lied when he said he wanted to make the most of his time with Mummy before he needed to leave for London again.

“We’re not done, mate,” he told poster-Roy sternly, before adding a far softer, “Good night, Keeley,” to poster-Keeley

And then he headed downstairs, back to Mummy and the rest of his Christmas, and then – when he’d hugged her ten times or a hundred – he headed to London, back to his team and the rest of his life, and it came to him as he sat on the train with the midwinter night speeding past him, that he was travelling both from home and to home and that it was well fucking mint.

[tallestfriend]

SESSION 9: Home, the Coral Sword, and the Undertow

The Undertow: an aquatic colony of peaceful deep sea creatures that feed off of and protect the entity they simply refer to as “Home”, their gentle sovereign.

Nomadic in nature, wherever Home drifts along the ocean floor, a caravan of shell homes and sunken ships follows.

Home: a now ancient anemone pierced eons ago by a shard of a long dead primordial god.

Home understands it’s role as protector and protected, viewing the ocean creatures that have built a life around it as it’s children. In times of great need, Home will select a champion, allowing them to pull the branch of coral from it. Bestowing them with the Coral Sword, either to defend from attackers or for quick relocation. Removal of the Coral Sword dispels all magical effects cast by Home. Home then becomes a simple anemone until if and when the sword is returned.

Home is telepathic in nature, able to communicate via images in the mind, can cast detect thoughts and message at will. If using Message in Primordial or Common, the voice sounds far away and underwater.

Defenders of the giant anemone gain the effects of the Bless spell while beneath it. Creatures and humanoids taking a long rest underneath the swaying branches gain the benefit of Greater Restoration.

Legendary actions:

Flow: floods an area with water making it difficult terrain. Creatures must make a dc 15 strength saving throw or be knocked prone

Ebb: if an area is flooded, drains the water away from the anemone. Creatures must make a dc 15 strength saving throw or be pulled back 10 feet.

Synaptic Discharge: if an area is flooded, electrifies the water, creatures standing in the flooded area take 2d6 lightning damage

Spells: message, detect thoughts, shocking grasp, hypnotic pattern, pulse wave, primordial ward, and prismatic wall

The Coral Sword (legendary, requires attunement) a branch of coral from a long dead primordial god. The sword has a +3 to attack rolls and deals 2d6+3 piercing damage and 1d8 necrotic damage as coral polyps grow in the wounds and feed on the life energy of the inflicted. At the end of an afflicted enemies turn they must make a DC 16 constitution saving throw or be inflicted with another 2d4 necrotic damage. A creature can make a DC 14 medicine check on their turn to remove the polyps from their wounds.

Once per long rest the coral sword can be used to cast regenerate if submerged in salt water.

[pintadachica]

Say Goodbye to Butt Acne: Harness the Benefits of Dead Sea Minerals Say Goodbye to Butt Acne

Discover the Power of Dead Sea Minerals for Butt Acne Treatment! Learn how Dead Sea minerals can effectively combat butt acne and promote clearer, smoother skin. Harness the benefits of these natural remedies to bid farewell to stubborn breakouts.

Butt acne, also known as folliculitis, can be a bothersome skin condition that affects many individuals. If you're searching for a natural and effective solution, look no further than Dead Sea minerals. Renowned for their therapeutic properties, Dead Sea minerals can be a game changer in combating butt acne and promoting healthier skin. In this article, we will explore the benefits of Dead Sea minerals for treating butt acne and provide insights on incorporating them into your skincare routine.

Understanding Butt Acne

Butt acne occurs when hair follicles become clogged with dead skin cells, oil, and bacteria, leading to inflammation and the formation of acne. Factors like excessive sweating, tight clothing, poor hygiene, and hormonal imbalances can contribute to its occurrence. While it may be tempting to resort to harsh chemicals or abrasive treatments, Dead Sea minerals offer a gentle and natural approach to addressing this issue.

Harnessing the Benefits of Dead Sea Minerals:

Purifying and Exfoliating Properties: Dead Sea minerals, such as magnesium, calcium, and potassium, possess purifying and exfoliating properties that help remove impurities, unclog pores, and slough off dead skin cells. Regular use can prevent the accumulation of pore clogging debris, reducing the likelihood of butt acne breakouts.

Anti-inflammatory and Soothing Effects: The high concentration of minerals found in Dead Sea minerals has anti-inflammatory properties that can calm irritated skin, reduce redness, and alleviate discomfort associated with butt acne. This soothing effect can help promote the healing process and prevent further inflammation.

Antibacterial and Antimicrobial Action: Dead Sea minerals also exhibit antibacterial and antimicrobial properties, making them effective in combating the bacteria responsible for butt acne. By reducing the microbial load on the skin's surface, they aid in preventing and controlling acne breakouts.

Hydration and Skin Nourishment: One of the key benefits of Dead Sea minerals is their ability to moisturize and nourish the skin. They help restore the skin's natural moisture barrier, preventing dryness and maintaining optimal hydration levels. Well hydrated skin is less prone to acne breakouts and has a healthier appearance.

Incorporating Dead Sea Minerals into Your Skincare Routine:

Dead Sea Salt Baths: Indulge in regular Dead Sea salt baths to harness the benefits of these minerals for your butt acne. Add a handful of Dead Sea salt to warm bathwater and soak for around 20 minutes. The minerals will work their magic, purifying and rejuvenating your skin.

Dead Sea Mineral Scrubs: Opt for gentle exfoliating scrubs containing Dead Sea minerals to remove dead skin cells and unclog pores. Gently massage the scrub onto the affected area, focusing on acne-prone regions. Rinse thoroughly and follow up with a moisturizer.

[thesterlingstudies]

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[skepticorganicsnifer]

The alpha Brain wave Yoga and

Monatomic gold

The alpha brain wave is well known in tibet for their deep states of mediation ,

Ormus gold or Monatomic Gold puts the body in the elite Alpha brain wave state, a meditative and healing state 7.83 Hz and the earth’s frequency vibrates at 7.83Hz. An unusual coincidence.?

It has been proven to balance the left brain right brain hemispheres 

A small study 

looked at a brain stimulation technique called transcranial alternating current stimulation (tACS) and found that it could increase alpha brain waves and reduce depression symptoms in people affected by major depressive disorder (MDD).

https://health.com/heath/clinical-depression

Ormus Gold also cleans the body of toxins and increases one’s aura so that the body is functioning on a high vibration and energy status.

How Ormus Monatomic Gold is beneficial for immune system?

Ormus has the ability to alkalise the body’s system due to its high PH levels, an environment that disease doesn’t like.

A nutritous organic substrate full of trace elements .

Elixir Ormus also increases your aura, the energy around the body that senses peoples energy from cortisol being released from the cells in the body.

Have you noticed when you can sense a persons agitated or angry when you enter a room its because they are releasing cortisol and we have tiny receptors in our cells that pick up on this. When this aura is increased our intuition is raised.

Negative sentiment on Ormus or Monatomic gold

There is negative sentiment over the internet on some accounts like any product ,and Ormus can be harmful if made with Dead Sea salt , Compared to Pacific Ocean sea salt ,or if the proper alchemic procedures are not followed. Some of this negative sentiment  could be attributed to this .

Is Ormus Dangerous

There are several ways of extracting or processing Ormus or Monatomic gold, some use real golden heat it  and use hydrochloric acid and a number of horrible processes, or a Dry method ,

Im relating to particularly the Wet Method made from Organic Sea water harvested from safe places away from marinas.

A Japanese scientist also did study on just sea water he called it Hado water 

study on sea water benefits

The simple method layman's explanation is clean filtered sea water is obtained then to raise the  PH to 10.78 no higher or dangers can occur ,Vortex the water  then the white precipitate falls out with all the minerals , Ph needs to be adjusted then the solution needs to washed many times to remove the high concentrations on sodium . Please don't use this method it s a lot more complicated and a alchemist will need to follow the correct recipe from ancient Egyptian clay tablets.

After researching approx 100 websites reviews it seemed approx 80% are positive on a generalisation with some astounding claims.

However many companies don't have a spectrometry detailed assay list of trace elements.

If done correctly Ormus becomes the Ancient Egyptian elixir that was believed that the Pharos and kings ingested for higher spiritual consciousness and longevity that is completely organic and GMO free.

But do your homework on the trace minerals and see what you think.

SPHINX ORMUS  Ormus assay

Other elements to be found in this form are Copper,Cobalt,Ruthenium,Rhodium,Silver,Palladium,Platinum,Osmium,Iridium,and nickel due to there Monatomic form they do not show up under spectrometry.

.[Parts per million]

These organic minerals relate to  historic nutritional research of assisting Cognitive function,

Wound healing for burns,

Reducing stress anxiety and depression,

Elasticity of the skin and collagen production reducing wrinkles, 

Assisting the nervous system,

Increasing brain blood circulation and electro impulses and cognitive function. Anti-inflammatory properties are helpful for many autoimmune diseases and Arthritis, 

Detoxification and rid of free radicals.

Boron

 17

Helps build strong teeth and bones, has anti-inflammatory properties helpful for arthritis, speeds up wound healing, Prevents vitamin D deficiency, and balances hormones.

Sulphur 587

Increasing circulation to the brain is helpful for Alzheimer’s or Dementia, It assists in detoxing the body, and is essential to connecting tissues, helping elasticity to the skin reducing wrinkles, it supports insulin production, assists in vitamin B uptake to convert carbohydrates to energy.

Sodium 8,264

Improves heart performance, and the nervous system, prevents muscle cramps, and assists in glucose absorption, sodium is needed for blood regulation, it regulates the bodily fluids and transmits electrical impulses in the body, prevents sunstroke, improves brain function, defends free radicals and is in many skin care creams, eliminates carbon dioxide and controls blood pressure.

Magnesium 2,350

Regulates blood sugar, boosts athletic performance, is involved in approx 600 reactions in your body, energy creation, protein formation, muscle movement, nervous system regulation, may reduce anxiety and combat depression, boast anti-inflammatory properties, bone Heath, gives good sleep,

Potassium 1,317

Stimulates neural activities,, improves the nervous system, regulates fluid systems, maintains water balance, reduces anxiety and stress levels, boosts heart health, boosts metabolisms, strengthens muscles, stabilises blood pressure, enhances bone health, stabilises blood sugars,

Aluminium

 2.42

Is ok in small doses it’s in all our vegetables and water and is good for painful joints and alleviates fatigue, The average daily intake is 10 mg per day.

Aluminium RDL

Aluminium is toxic if exceeding the daily recommendations

Silicon

 17

Strengthens Bones prevents baldness and Alopecia, prevents brittle nails, is good for skin, assists in elasticity, reduces ageing, increases collagen, restores mucosa, prevents Atherosclerosis, promotes healing, and prevents aluminium toxicity.

Gold

 42

Gold is a great anti-inflammatory, as is a superconductor assisting the neural pathways.

It has been used in ancient cultures to increase longevity and enhance spiritual awareness,

 LT Lawrence Frego stated Gold raises the IQ by 20 basis points over 30 days

Phosphorus. 49

Strengthens teeth and bones, detoxes the body, supports cognitive development, stimulates protein metabolism, boosts cell repair, helps hormonal balance, promotes metabolism, facilitates nutrient uptake

Calcium

 1,077

Strengthens bones and teeth, assists in a stable weight, protects cardiac muscles, has anti-cancer potential, reduces pre-menstrual depression, prevents kidney stones, controls the alkaline PH, regulates blood pressure, and assists transportation of nutrients

Strontium 9.28

Strengthens bones and aids in alkalising the bones. Assists in the absorption of calcium, Prevents tooth decay, is used in treating prostate cancer,

Lithium

 2.88

Lithium is used for treating depression, and anxiety, it has anti-inflammatory properties, and it boosts cognitive function. Tests in 26 counties in Texas in 1990 showed that counties with a low rate in the water had a 40% higher suicidal rate

Barium 0.38

Other organisations have set guidelines or regulations pertaining to the concentration of barium in drinking water. The World Health Organisation established a guideline for drinking- water quality of 1.3 mg/L for barium. The United States Environmental Protection Agency’s standard and the guideline established by the Australia National Health and Medical Research Council are both set at 2.0 mg/L. The European Union has not established a limit for barium in drinking water. High quantities of barium above daily intake are harmful.

Iron 2.88

Enhances Haemoglobin, regulates body temp, treats Anaemia, oxygen carrier prevents chronic fatigue, assists energy and metabolism, improves appetite, prevents restless leg syndrome, prevents hair loss, improves muscle health, improves brain function and development, boosts immunity, promotes sleep, boosts concentration, helps heal wounds, neurotransmitter synthesis

Zinc 0.52

Wound healing, DNA synthesis, Protein synthesis, Gene expression, and Immune function, Aid in the growth development of Mitosis and cell division.Anti-inflammatory.

Manganese 0.39

Bone health and strong antioxidant properties help reduce diseases, reduce inflammation, particularly with chondroitin and Glucosamine. Assist in blood sugar regulation, is Linked to lower amounts of epileptic seizures, assists in the role of metabolising nutrients may reduce PMS symptoms in conjunction with calcium, may protect the brain from free radicals and improve brain function. Assist in good thyroid health. assist in wound healing by aiding in collagen production.

After reading my List of Minerals / Trace Elements In Ormus I suggest you google the daily intakes for each mineral and do the math. It is important not to exceed the daily does of Ormus as its such a rich mineral elixir you can exceed the daily recommended doses. I suggest you google to do the RDL under the world health organisation.

It is also great for plants here is a organic  broccoli I grew from watering with 

1 teaspoon per 10 litres approx 10 times, sitting on a 10 litre water bottle.

How Energy Affects Ormus 

If you are interested in energy Ormus has some very unique traits,

You will be aware no doubt of Dr emoto research on structured water 

how he found that thoughts directed at water can change the structure of water and words written on water containers can change the shape of the water molecule.

Dr Emoto study video

Research has shown that water can carry as much as 440,000 pieces of information on each molecule , and we are made up of approx 70% of water ,look at the quantity of this stuff we consume ,

approx 730 litres a year to the average person at 2 litres a day.

If we consume that much water wouldn't it be clear that we would want the most pure and high vibrational nature?

If it carries memory surely this would affect us?

Ormus has also been found in the human body ,plants and soils and rocks and is in high concentration in Purple coloured foods and products of the ocean like sea weed, sea food, 

Wouldn't it be fair that you would only want to drink liquids in this hexagonal shape of love ?  as in the photo here after the frozen water molecules is put under a microscope .

The negative thought traits and words certainly show a negative vibe , you be the judge!

Different ways of supercharging your Ormus into the Hexagonal water molecule elite state. From the earths energy .Ormus is very sensitive to sound and vibration.

Raise your vibration with Ormus 

Sacred geometry 

crystals and grids

Violet coloured glass and the violet coloured spectrum

528 Hz imprinted in the Ormus [the miracle tone]

The OHM tone 

Triskelions  [ a sacred Egyptian length of copper formed into a geometric shape giving off electromagnetic energy proven to structure water within hours

Copper torson rings [ reduce the EMF ]

intensions of love kindness and compassion your dreams affirmations and goals.Imprint the water with these memories and then consume them .

Vortex the water [ toroidal energy ] this energy is all of nature from the solar system , the DNA, the merkaba of the heart, Plants or just water spinning down the plug hole,.It even comes down the Egyptian pyramids to the kings chamber.

Pyramidal energy 

Using these energies you can raise the vibration and the structure and the memories of your Ormus and help manifestations speeds.

Peoples claims are predominant in energy boosts, and stamina.

Ormus vibrational healing methods

People are discovering ormus after the recipe was hidden in ancient texts from alchemists guarding there valuable substance, but its clear that people are doing there research and key words on google for Ormus using 236% and monatomic gold 126% for 2022 alone 

Make your own decision to this organic substance and do a thorough research to this truly interesting substance that has many uses