#devotional flute music

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Flute music for positive energy,Meditation Relaxing music,Morning flute, Healing Waves

[sadmages]

Finally found a bit for my Durge

[keshavsmelody]

Hey! Krishna, steady my faith in you, please. It’s not worth living without you. Your breath-taking beauty has enchanted many. Let me see it too, my lord! 

[insidermeditationmantra]

Hindu Meditation and Spirituality | Hare Krishna Hare Rama Chanting | Spiritual Healing | Meditation

Hindu Meditation and Spirituality | Hare Krishna Hare Rama Chanting | Spiritual Healing | Meditation

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[thedemonofcat]

One of those married-off-to-a-powerful-ruler fics, BUT it’s Geralt given to His Highness Julian, Regent of Redania or wherever.

Julian is feared for his ruthless efficiency, but he’s very warm and sweet to Geralt. He makes sure Geralt has everything he could need, that the other witchers will be cared for, and never tries to make Geralt play the court’s mind games.

Geralt suspects that Julian enjoys his blunt nature, which is so scandalous to the other nobles.

When he falls in love with his husband, Geralt decides to court Julian in the witcher fashion. Much to the horror of the courtiers.

What do you have there, my husband?” Prince Julian—or Jaskier, as the Consort preferred to be called—asked as he approached Geralt from behind.

“A gift for you, my Little Lark,” Geralt replied, handing over a small, carefully wrapped box. Inside was a delicate flute, carved from what appeared to be bone. “It’s made from the bones of a Leshen.”

For a bard, a musical instrument was a perfect gift, but this one carried even deeper meaning. It was a testament to Geralt’s strength and devotion to protecting his mate. Jaskier, who often complained about Leshens giving his kind a bad reputation, would surely appreciate the irony.

“It’s wonderful, Geralt,” Jaskier said warmly, his smile lighting up his face as he leaned in to press a soft kiss to his husband’s lips.

Their tender moment, however, didn’t sit well with everyone. The visiting Duke’s expression soured, his face nearly crimson. “Your Highness, I must insist you put an end to this outrageous display of impropriety!” he huffed.

“Oh, come now, it’s just a kiss,” Geralt said with a sly grin. To make his point, he leaned closer, pressing a flurry of kisses all over Jaskier’s face. The bard burst into laughter, his mirth echoing through the room

[catladyoftheyr]

Dress

Harvey x Fem reader (18+!!)

Summary: you and Harvey engage in passionate *ahem* intimacy on your wedding night.

Warnings: alcohol (champagne), SMUT, cunnilingus, teasing, unprotected PiV intercourse

A/n: none of you can stop me from naming my fics after music I like sorry 😙 (only bought this dress for you take it off)

Word count: 2k apparently??

You and Harvey had just arrived home from the Saloon after a night of celebrating. After all, it was your wedding night. The two of you were still in your formal clothes, albeit his bow tie was askew and your veil had been sliding down slowly. You stood on the porch flushed and giggling like teenagers at the prom. You opened the door but before you could step inside Harvey swept you into his arms.

“What kind of husband would I be if I didn’t carry my bride across the threshold?” You nuzzled into his neck in response as he carried you through the entryway. Harvey set you down gently, adjusting your veil and pressing his lips against your forehead. You made an attempt to straighten his bow tie to no avail.

“Champagne?” You asked, retrieving the bottle from the fridge.

“I’d be delighted” Harvey took the bottle from you and gave the bottle a firm twist while aiming toward the sink. There was a loud POP! And you jumped as the cork flew toward you. “Sorry!!”

You laughed as you produced two flutes from the cupboard and Harvey poured the wine. You sipped in momentary, but blissful and comfortable silence. It had been a long day and you were pleased to be alone with your husband. “Put on a record, would you please, darling?” You inquired.

“Of course. Any requests?”

You shook your head and finished your champagne. Harvey set the needle down on the vinyl and you heard a familiar tune begin to play. It was the same album you’d listened to the first time you hung out in his apartment above the clinic. You’d brought him a jar of homemade pickles as an excuse to run into him. Harvey approached and extended his hand to you. “May I have one more dance tonight?”

You clasped hands as you came to your feet. His hand slid to the small of your back and yours on his shoulder. You moved slowly and deliberately as a pair, taking in all of each other. You swayed lightly back and forth in each other’s hold. Harvey brought your hands to his mouth and kissed softly. “I love you.”

“I love you”. You’d exchanged the words innumerable times before, but they felt different tonight. The start of the rest of your lives together. The doctor and the farmer, a pairing you’d never imagined, but now could never dream of anything different. You thought of Evelyn and George, who’d been married over 50 years. How they still remembered their first date in this very town.

“I’m so glad I met you. You.. mean the world to me.” His brown eyes were filled with sincerity. “I can’t imagine a life without you. I know I’m not very exciting, but I’d follow you to the ends of the earth if it meant getting to hold your hand. I love the life we’re starting to build together.”

“Oh, Harvey.” You felt tears well in your eyes. You’d been rendered speechless by his words. Completely overcome by his honesty and devotion. In lieu of speech you pressed your lips together. His mustache brushed against your upper lip as he kissed back.

You dropped the formalities of the slow dance and wrapped your arms around each other as your kiss deepened. You broke the kiss briefly, your lipstick smudged on his face and mustache. “I want you. All of you.”

Harvey understood and kissed you again, passionately. You grabbed his hair and pulled him as close as you could. Your mouth opened and let your tongue enter his. You kissed until you needed to come up for air, stumbling toward the bed. You felt around your hair frenetically, trying to find the comb holding it in place. “Help me get this damn thing off” you demanded. Harvey obliged and set it somewhere. You pulled at his bow tie and tossed it across the room when it came free. You pulled his face to yours again as you sat on the edge of the bed.

Harvey began undoing the buttons on his shirt as quickly as he could. Not fast enough for you however. You tried to take over and popped off several buttons trying to pull it off of him. The shirt landed on the floor and you ran your hands down his chest, trailing the strip of hair that disappeared under the waistband of his slacks. “My turn” he whispered as he slid one of the straps of your dress down your shoulder. He laid you back and kissed you again before brushing his lips against your earlobe. His lips moved to your neck, pausing to suck against your throat.

“People will see” you gasped between soft moans.

“Let them see - That you’re mine” his voice dripped with lust and he returned to marking your neck. Harvey had never said anything like that before and the sudden claiming stirred something between your thighs. He continued to kiss and suck his way down your collarbones, leaving a trail of dark marks behind. His hands found their way to your breasts and massaged them beneath the silk fabric of your wedding dress. “Sit up for a sec.” You brought yourself up onto your hands and Harvey unzipped your gown, helping you slide it down your body.

The gown in a pool on the floor next to his shirt left you in only a bra and panties. Harvey’s eyes slowly grazed over the sight before him, the hardness in pants straining. “You’re so beautiful, love.” Your lips met again as his bare chest pressed against your newly exposed skin. Your hands found footing on his back and you tried to pull him even closer. You opened your legs to let his bulge rub against your mound. The doctor sucked and kissed on your neck some more as he rubbed against your sex. Your clit throbbed, desperate for attention.

“Harvey, please, I need more” you gasped breathlessly. You reached behind your back to unclip your bra and threw it out of the way. Your breasts spilled out and your nipples sat hard and at attention. Harvey stopped in his tracks and his gaze was fixed on your chest.

“Fuck. You’re so gorgeous. I love your breasts. You’re so perfect.” He leant down and took one of your nipples into his mouth, eliciting a soft gasp from you as he swirled his tongue around it. His other hand trailed downward, cupping your pussy. You ground up into his hand trying to increase the pressure, to gain even an ounce of friction. Harvey alternated which nipple he played with and then finally dipped his hands beneath the hem of your underwear. “You’re already so wet, darling.” His fingers glided between your folds with ease, gently circling your clit but never making the direct contact you longed for.

You squirmed beneath him and panted. You’d had enough and grabbed his arm, guiding his hand so that the heel of his palm was flat against your clit. Harvey took the hint and grinded his hand against you, teasing your entrance with his fingertips. You were practically humping his hand chasing the pleasure that was beginning to build. “Harvey please fuck me. I need you inside of me.”

“Not yet my love, I promise I’ll make it worth it. Be a good girl for me.”

You looked up at him with pleading eyes as he removed his hand. Before you could object he tugged on your panties and pulled them down your legs. You were fully exposed now, your pussy glistening with your own wetness. The doctor had a devilish grin on his face before laying on his stomach between your legs. Without warning he pulled you down toward him and began to suck on your clit. You cried out as his lips pursed around the nub. He swirled his tongue around it and his grip on your hips was unrelenting. Mustache hairs added to the friction as you ground against his mouth. You could feel your orgasm building rapidly as he gave fervent attention to your sex. You felt two fingers enter you, curling up and hitting the sweet spot inside you.

Harvey had begun rutting against the bed as he tasted you. His cock was still straining against his pants and he was desperate for a release but he powered through. Tonight was about you he thought to himself. It was about giving his beautiful bride as much pleasure as humanly possible. Your legs were clamped around his head, and you were shifting against him trying to reach your peak. “Ahh-ahh! I’m gonna cum! I’m so close, Harvey- please don’t stop!”

Harvey quickened the pace of his fingers and sucked more firmly on your clit. He felt you tense up clench around his fingers as your orgasm crashed through you. Your legs were a vice grip around him as he continued to to lick and suck and fuck through your orgasm, not stopping until you let your legs fall to the bed. He pulled away and went to wipe his mustache, but stopped and pulled you up into another kiss.

You tasted yourself on Harvey’s lips as you pressed against him. You were still riding the high of your orgasm but weren’t satiated yet. You ached for the fullness that came from Harvey’s cock inside of you. “Lay down” you whispered into his ear, pressing your husband's shoulders down toward the bed. It was your turn to take control. Harvey laid flat on the bed, looking up at you with a mixture of love and unadulterated lust. You wanted so badly to tease him the way he did you, to drag it out and hear him beg and whimper. But you couldn’t take it anymore. Your hands undid his belt quickly, immediately undoing his pants as soon as you were able. You could see the outline of his cock through his boxers, a wet spot had formed where his tip sat.

“You’re so needy for me, baby” you cooed as you pulled down his pants and underwear in one smooth motion. His cock sprang to attention, his head glistening with leaking precum. It took every ounce of self control you had to not immediately sink yourself down onto him. Instead you opted to wrap both hands around his length, pumping quickly as he cried out. He was slightly above average in length, but considerably girthy. Your hands could wrap around him, but only barely. You spit in one of your palms and resumed stroking him, using his precum as added lubricant. Harvey had started bucking his hips, fucking into your hands.

“P-please. I need you so bad” He pleaded, eyes rolling back. You couldn’t deny either of you any longer, and used his waist for leverage as you lowered yourself onto his cock. You sank slowly, savoring the familiar stretch before you hit the base. You both moaned from the feeling of being so close. You leaned forward as you began to bounce slowly; Your breasts fell forward and hung in front of Harvey’s face. “You’re a goddess” he sighed as you moved up and down his shaft. Harvey’s hands gripped your ass while you rode him, nails digging into the soft flesh. You picked up the pace after becoming accustomed to his size and rolled your hips to hit the mark inside of you.

“Fuck you feel so good, Harv. I love you so much” you panted as you bounced. Your second orgasm was approaching and judging by the look on your husband’s face he was close too. “I’m so close, baby.” You gripped the headboard as Harvey started thrusting into you from below. His cock hit exactly the right spot, your pleasure overwhelming you. Harvey moaned deeply, holding your hips tightly as he thrusted up one last time. His cock twitched inside of you and you felt the sudden warmth of his orgasm coating your insides, your own pleasure bubble finally bursting in sync.

You dismounted gently and laid your head on his chest. “That was amazing” he murmured into your ear, wrapping his arms around you and pulling the sheets up. “I’m so lucky I married you.” You sighed contentedly and nuzzled closer. You basked in the afterglow of each other, looking forward to the next day of forever together.

[wordsmithic]

♫♪ Sweet Daily Life Greek Words ♫♪

Please note that the full and/or root words mentioned here, like most Greek words, are still in use since antiquity. As a Greek speaker, I love sharing my interesting language with people like you! ღ

1. συνάδελφος (synádelfos, n, “d” as “th” in “the”)

Colleague. Literally: "Co-brother".

from συν- (with, together) + αδελφός (brother)

2. πανδαισία (pandesía, n, “d” as “th” in “the”)

A sumptuous spread, rich meal, a rich multitude of objects.

From παν- (all) + δαίς (share, divide).

Greek phrase example: Πανδαισία χρωμάτων = An abundance of colors

3. κρασοκατάνυξη (krasokatániksi, n)

A hangout involving wine.

From κρασί (wine) + κατάνυξη (devotion, ecstasy)

4. κερνώ (kernό, v)

To offer drinks and food to others, to pay for someone’s food and drinks.

Simplified from κεράγνυμι (to mix wine and water)

5. αμέθυστος (améthistos, n)

Amethyst; The stone believed to prevent intoxication.

from ἀ- (non/not) + μεθύω (to be drunk)

7. συναυλία (sinavlía, n)

Music Concert. Literally: Co-flute meeting

συν- (together) + αὐλός (pipe, flute)

8. διακοπές (diakopés, n, “d” as “th” in “the”)

Originally meant a cutting or cessation of work or activity, later coming to signify a break for leisure. We use it as interruption, break, vacation.

From διά- (through, across) + κοπή (cut, interruption).

9. συμπονώ (symbonό, v)

Literally, "to share pain," indicating empathy and shared suffering.

From συν- (together) + πονέω (to feel pain)

10. προσανατολισμός (prosanatolismós, n)

Literally: Orientation. Metaph: Finding or determining one's direction. One's position relative to the East was traditionally important for navigation.

From πρός (toward) + ἀνατολή (east) + ισμός (a suffix indicating a process or state)

11. ξενυχτάω (ksenikhtáo, v)

Lit. “I go beyond/ out of the night”. To stay awake all night, to pull an all-nighter.

ξε- (out, away, removal, beyond) + νύχτα (night)

12. συννυφάδα (sinifáda, n, “d” as “th” in “the”)

Litearlly: "Co-weaver". Your spouse’s sister.

from  συν- (together) + υφάδι (weft" or "thread" in weaving)

 13. τεχνολογία (tehnologhía, n)

Originally meant "the study of skill or technique," but in modern usage, it refers to "technology" – the practical application of scientific knowledge to create tools, systems, or processes.

from τέχνη ("art," "craft,","skill.") + -λογία (-logía, "study of" or "science").

▣ ━ My masterpost with similar posts on Greek Language ━ ▣

[doomandgloomfromthetomb]

Eric Dolphy - The Gaslight Inn, New York City, October 7, 1962

Since kicking off a few years back, the Vintage Music Experience YouTube channel has been a ridiculously overstuffed treasure chest of rare jazz recordings. Things have slowed down slightly in recent months, but VME is still coming up with the goods with frightening regularity. You could probably devote all of your listening hours to keeping up ...

Here's one I got caught up with — Eric Dolphy in 1962 with a very young Herbie Hancock. This vibe-y radio broadcast takes us over to Red Hook, where the Gaslight Inn enjoyed a brief lifespan as a new jazz hot spot. It sounds like a fun spot, maybe a bit rowdier than the clubs across the water in Manhattan. Nevertheless, Dolphy is able to quiet down the crowd early on with a gorgeous version of Mal Waldron and Billie Holiday's "Left Alone," Eric's bewitching flute leading the way. I don't think Billie ever actually recorded this typically devastating song, but you can hear Waldron accompanying Abbey Lincoln on it right here, for some idea of what that might've sounded like.

[diana-thyme]

Greek Gods 101: Euterpe

Euterpe is a Mousai of lyrics and lyrical poetry. Excluding the universal offerings, some common offerings include:

Printed Out Lyric Sheets

Poetry

Woodwind Instruments

Ancient Greek Music Sheets (And Music Sheets in General)

River Water

Imagery of Instruments (Or Actual Instruments)

CDs and Records

For devotional acts, some activities that can be done for her include:

Listening to Lyrical Music

Reading Lyrical Poetry

Learning About Lyrical Artists (Both Music and Poetry Based)

Learning How to Write Lyrics

Songwriting

Writing Poems

Playing Woodwind Instruments (Especially Flutes and Double-Flutes)

Dancing to Lyrical Songs

She is not celebrated in any Athenian holidays.

[ikeprinces-stuff]

[🌹𝑹𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒔𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝑶𝒇 𝑳𝒊𝒇𝒆🎻]

Fandom : Ikemen prince

Characters : Leon Dompteur x Romarin ?????? [OC]

“𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰'𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐬' 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐝𝐲” :

𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦... 𝘐𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵-

𝘈𝘯 𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 ... 🦁🥀

𝘈 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 ... 🐦‍⬛🎻

Leon, the mighty king of Rhodolite, has long yearned to break free from the shackles of his lonely existence. His once devoted heart, now a hollow shell, was left shattered when his beloved chose to depart, allowing him to ascend the throne and fulfill his lifelong dream. Yet, in the midst of his royal isolation, a captivating violin melody graces his ears, stirring something deep within his very core.

It's not just his senses that are enchanted, but his heart as well. A new tale begins to unfold for the king of beasts, one filled with the promise of companionship and authenticity. But who is this mysterious virtuoso, able to move the melancholic monarch in ways no one has before? As conspiracies and intrigue swirl around them, Leon and the violinist are pulled into a vortex of their shared past - one that was once painted in bleak hues, but one that is remolded by the harmonies of the violin.

Will this serendipitous encounter be the key to unlocking the fullness of life the bitter king has always craved? Or will the shadows of yore tear asunder the fragile bond forming between these two lost souls?

Chapters :

Tendon Entanglement (1.5k)

The Melody Of A Kiss (1.7k)

Two Cups Of Warm Love (1.5k)

Symphony Of Longing (2k)

Lost Souls Found In Music (3k)

Whispers Of An Itinerant Heart (3k)

Harmonies Of Intrigue (4k)

The Injured Songbird (4k)

Chords Of A Caged Heart (3k)

Tagging who might appreciate the series: @the-bird-and-the-flute @aquagirl1978 @reborn-elven-spirit @chirp-a-chirp @fang-and-feather @queengiuliettafirstlady @wistfulwanderingone @william-rex

[reinedeslys-central]

no but it's really nice, it's really funny, it's really nice how you read fic and you see which traits are preserved for which character across this AU, that setting, this time period, that profession, why this style, why that instrument. especially walking into a fandom, especially reading one of those fics where the author confesses they've never even read the source material, they've just seen so much fanon that they get what they're doing.

wei wuxian's laughter is coded into his character. this is a boy that laughs like the sun and smiles like it too

lwj is a Massive Bitch when he wants to be, and has a slow, small, impossibly soft happiness that is oh so gentle yet strong like a mountain.

jiang cheng is Very Complicated when it comes to fanon interpretations. canon does not do his character portrayal many favours, but I do love seeing his character being a better person - they preserve his gruff affection and his complex feelings, when they focus on him. his fear, his parenting. his grief and love.

aang - aang gets to be this bright child, this shining star and wise man. he's bouncy, he's peaceful, he's devoted, he's merciful, he loves life.

katara - fierce, loving. motherly often in her affections, and on the other edge angry about the suffocation sometimes present in her narrative. competent and open.

azula - do I have words? I love how there are these traits preserved across diff works depending on how they use her character - at times darkly threatening, others bemusingly terrifying.

is this a completely redundant post idc

the way that as music majors wwx always (usually) plays the flute. sometimes the guitar. LWJ usually gets either his canon guqin, else a piano or a violin, ostensibly because the canon element of prestigious-family-instrument-code is being preserved, whereas wwx gets the people's-music-code applied. like in the pop-culture sense, yeah

sizhui the kind, sweet child. Jingyi the Gremlin. Zizhen the sensible but sometimes overdramatic romantic. Jin Ling the bratty, bold, vulnerable teenager.

hey maybe I love them would you ever think of that

wen qing - cold, kind, brilliant. always, always. so in love with her family. willing to go so far.

[light-of-delphi]

Apollo, My Beloved

Perhaps I couldn't wait any longer before I finally addressed my beloved patron and godspouse. Both of which are terms I will define in this post. Apollo has been part of my life, well... since birth! Being my Patron, he has been around for all of it. He's seen me at my best and at my worst, he's seen me through my relationships and my hardships. He saw me through my hardest moments, through the easier times, and through the trauma I've faced.

So yeah. He and I are pretty close. Let's get into it, this is going to be a long one.

Who is Apollo? ☀

I have heard Apollo referred to as the God of many things, and this description of him is not incorrect as much as it is a gross minimization of the things he takes Godly precedence over. He is the god of:

The Sun; Light; Poetry; Music and the Arts; Healing / Medicine; Plagues; Knowledge; Order; Prophecy; Truth; A God of Beauty; Agriculture; and Archery.

Some of these things are not as well known as others, and there are absolutely some things missing from that list. Again. He rules over a lot of things.

Apollo, in my life, has been more present as the God of music and the arts, and prophecy. A major part of my practice is the art of prophecy and divination, the concept of time and the future. Of course, I do not have as much time as I would like to delve fully into the concept of time as much as I'd like, but I still like to dip my toes into the concept of prophecy. It took me a while to accept the fact that prophecies do, in fact, exist, and they are things that can be accessed by someone who is not the Oracle at Delphi.

Apollo is also known for having many lovers and, more nuanced, has been claimed as a patron God of Queer individuals. He has had his fair share of gay lovers himself, and in fact, is quite known for having a series of lovers who have then turned into plants. For example:

Hyacinthus, who was turned into a Hyacinth. Daphne, who was turned into a Laurel tree. Cyparissus, who was (unwillingly) turned into a Cyprus Tree.

At a certain point, it is almost comical.

Apollo, as a Worshipper and Devotee.

Of course, everyone starts somewhere. And for a good portion of my practice, I started as a worshipper and devotee of Apollo. This meant that I was dedicating certain acts to him and gifting him little trinkets and leaving him offerings. My favorite instance was when I left him a pack of cookies for about a month. After a month, I went to eat them as to not waste them. The cookies gave me static and shocked me. Apollo and I had a conversation about boundaries following this.

I have been devoted to Apollo my whole life, I like to say. Ever since I could improperly hold utensils within my digits, I drew on things. When I first learned how to make illegible sounds, I sang. When I learned how to create poorly worded poetry, I crafted it. By no means am I a lyrical genius or a poet laureate. In fact, I'm horrible at writing song lyrics and I have only ever written one catchy verse, and in all my years of playing Ukulele, I have never been able to play and sing until November of last year.

However, in my early childhood, leading up to college, I was nearly prodigal when it came to musical instruments. I graduated high school knowing how to play clarinet, bass clarinet, saxophone, flute, xylophone, euphonium (my favorite), bass guitar, acoustic guitar, ukulele, trumpet, trombone, and kalimba. I'm sure there are people out there who know more instruments, but all things considered, this is a damn collection of instruments that I'm pretty okay at. In 8th grade I was the back-up singer in my military schools rock band, I was the acoustic guitarist.

I've also been acting for about 9 years (I'm about to be 20), which is a good portion of my sentient and cognisant life. I've done work both on stage and off, but yet still have not managed to be in a musical. They scare me.

Not to mention my history with other forms of art. In fifth grade, I painted a still life that was elected and ended up in a local art gallery. In the first week of May, one of my photos from study abroad was selected as being the best in its category and I won a prize. My history teacher hung a drawing I did of her daughter in the classroom because she adored it so much. However, that may have just been because it was a picture of her daughter.

This laundry list of artistic endeavors is not meant to be a flex or a brag. It's meant to showcase my extensive history in the arts and my devotion to Apollo. He has been an important part of my life. Before every performance, I pray to him. Before every concert, I'd ask him to send me humility and patience. Before every drawing, I ask Apollo for inspiration and a dash of creative whimsy. I also say hi to the sun every morning, wishing him a good morning while I drink my morning coffee.

Apollo, as my Patron.

As my patron, Apollo is my biggest mentor. He is there for me through thick and thin. When the going gets tough. I know I can lean on and rely on him.

My mother calls me Sunshine (my hair sticks up and gets all frizzy, and so she calls me Sunshine because she considers my hair to be rays), she always has. This is reflective of Apollo's presence in my life, in my opinion. A little ray of the sunshine that he emits.

But back to the mentor thing. Apollo has always been someone I can look to whenever I need guidance. Whether that means consulting the cards and asking him for some guidance, or using a pendulum and having an asinine round of "is that a yes or a no" with him, or him sending me a sign.

Very recently, I asked him for a sign that he's still there. That he hasn't gone anywhere or left me. I asked him to send me something bright orange, out of the ordinary, that I wouldn't expect to see. About two days later, at the beach, one of the friends we had been waiting on shows up wearing a bright orange dress. And I mean neon. And she never wears bright colors like that.

But, enough hyperspecific personal anecdotes. If I keep going, this post would be an autobiography.

Apollo, as a patron, is a very hyper and mischievous guide and mentor. He will say things that don't make sense in the moment, but will eventually make sense. He likes his riddles. He likes his complex-meaning messages. That is why it's important to write things down, of course.

Apollo, as a Godspouse.

So, let me start with the definition of a Godspouse. A godspousal to a God, Goddess, or any divine being with the intention to devote yourself to them wholly and fully for the rest of your life. This can look like a lot of things. It can be entirely platonic, it can be romantic, it can be a continuous boss-employee work style relationship, pretty much anything. The only difference between this and a normal worship or working relationship is that it is sort of binding. It is not a light decision to make, and it should be a decision you make after years of already devoting yourself to the divine being.

I am of the unpopular belief that you can start deity work at any time during your practice, not just later on. Apollo started my practice with me, and I am of the firm belief that I only understood parts of my practice and have made so much progress with his assistance. It obviously depends on the deity you work with, which deities you accept help from, and who you let into your life. But this is an entirely separate post for another time. Apollo and I have developed a strong, firm bond over the past 10 years. And in the grand scheme of my practice, we've been godspoused for only a short while.

Our relationship is more of a romantic kind, in the sense that we have our affectionate nicknames for one another (he calls me his songbird and sunbeam, and I call him Sunspot / my sunlight). We flirt back and forth and send one another gifts (I, in the form of offerings, and he, in the form of signs and literal gifts through people in my life). It's a sweet little give-and-take we have. My end goal, though, is to become a sort of oracle for Apollo. Again, this loops back to my obsession with time and prophecy.

The End (Finally)

If you read all of that, you rock! Apollo is important to me and he has left a major imprint in my life. He is a major source of light for me and to not ramble about him this much would be a cardinal sin of which I would have to repent for. Plus, he loves and adores attention. But I will stop running my mouth. As usual, if you have any questions or requests, feel free to comment them here or submit an ask via my tumblr. Blessed be, may the sun be your guide! A domani!

[keshavsmelody]

Oh! Kanha...Ab Toh Murli Ki...Madhur Suna Do Na. Sunao Ge Na?

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Lord Hypnos has been asking me to celebrate his marriage to Pasithea, is there a certain day or time I should do this? Also how would this be celebrated?

That is absolutely lovely!!! Pasithea is one of the graces, unfortunately, there isn't much information on only Her, but instead, there is information on the Charities/Graces as a whole!

The Charities held a cult that was around the pre-greek times, and their associations consisted of creativity, fertility, nature, and beauty. Due to these associations, the best time would be around the spring time. The charities were considered chthonic much like Hypnos is, and with Hypnos's relations to the night I would say that the celebration should be something gentle and soothing and at dusk. Dusk in preference to night as Hypnos would likely prefer for His devotee to be at rest at that time. The day would be up to you while within these standards.

This special occasion can be celebrated by setting up a meal for the two deities and inviting them within your home with the use of invocation(candles, music, etc). Pasithea and other Graces are associated with flutes or other wind instruments, maybe you should also allow wind inside as that is a form of inviting nature inside(open windows). Perhaps as this meal is offered, and the meal be consisted of lavender meal, poppy seed meal, red wine, or other associations, you could have flute music playing in the background.

As for any other actions you do, creativity is within both of their domains, art or craft to offer to them as devotion would be appreciated I believe :) If you find a day, maybe send another ask and I could turn this into a proper holiday of the Temple to have a guide set up for!

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ganavya - Daughter of a Temple - another of this year's bounty of excellent spiritual jazz albums, with a stellar cast of guests performing a slate of Coltrane covers (John *and* Alice) and originals

Described by the Wall Street Journal as “one of modern music’s most compelling vocalists,” New York-born and Tamil Nadu-raised singer and multi-instrumentalist ganavya shares an ambitious new album, "Daughter of a Temple", via LEITER. The album follows her performance at SAULT’s acclaimed live debut in London in 2023, where, according to The Guardian, her “voice had a delicate emotive heft that could turn stoics into sobbing wrecks.” Her first single for LEITER, "draw something beautiful," was released earlier this year in July. For "Daughter of a Temple", ganavya invited over 30 artists from various disciplines to a ritual gathering in Houston. The results—an innovative and deeply moving blend of spiritual jazz and South Asian devotional music—were initially recorded by Ryan Renteria and then further edited and mixed by Nils Frahm at LEITER's studio in Berlin in 2024. Daughter of a Temple includes the voices, sounds, efforts, and prayers of: ganavya (voice, double bass, kalimba), esperanza spalding (double bass, voice), Vijay Iyer (piano), Immanuel Wilkins (saxophone, voice), Shabaka Hutchings (wind instruments, voice), Wayne Shorter (voice, beads, bell), Carolina Shorter (voice, beads), Ganesan Doraiswamy (voice), Vidya Doraiswamy (voice), Charles Overton (harp, voice), Peter Sellars (voice), IONE (voice), Rajna Swaminathan (voice, mrudangam, kanjira), Kweku Sumbry (percussion, drums, voice), M.S. Krsna (guitar, voice), Bindhumalini Narayanswamy (voice), Rasika Shekar (flute, voice), Shanta Nurullah (sitar, voice), Viktor Laurent Ewing Givens (voice, dance, ritualist), Chris Sholar (electronics), Darian Donovan Thomas (violin, electronics), Jiordi Rosales (cello, voice), Eden Girma (voice), and brontë velez (voice, dance, prophesy). The gathering-at-large in Houston included the presences, dances, efforts, and prayers of: Alyssa Simmons (event production, voice), Andrew Wilson (textile - making of prayer clothes, voice), Amir George (cinematography), Anya Yermakova (piano, choreography, dance), Cean Geronimo (food, voice), Charlotte Brathwaite (stage direction, voice), Frewuhn (voice), Joy Harjo (voice), Larry Blumenfeld (voice, movement), Lucía Martinez (movement, voice), Michael Ewing (event production, voice), Ricky Weaver (photography, voice), Ryan Renteria (sound engineer), Shelly Travis (event production, voice), Shireen Hamza (movement, voice), Terence Price II (cinematography), and Zahra Baker (voice). All music produced by Ganavya Doraiswamy. Additional production by esperanza spalding, Rajna Swaminathan, Ryan Renteria, Nils Frahm and Felix Grimm. Mixed by Ryan Renteria, additional mixing by esperanza spalding and Nils Frahm. Recorded by Ryan Renteria at Moore’s Opera House, Houston, Texas. Mastered by Zino Mikorey, vinyl cut by Andreas Kauffelt at Schnittstelle. Tracks 1, 2, 6, 8, 9: Licensed courtesy of Jowcol Music / Universal Music Publishing. Tracks 2, 6 by Swamini Alice Coltrane Turiyasangitananda. Tracks 1, 8, 9 by John Coltrane. Cover image by Ricky Weaver, design by Studio Torsten Posselt.

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this was an experiment i wrote a bunch of random names and made a semi abstract map and then wrote lore of the places, not all there but might reblog or edit post with more later if you want to hear about one specifically let me know descriptions follow

The Vermin Wood is a place of towering snags, riddled with holes, carved with their own esoteric tongues, the the ground moldering with the burrows of insects, centuries ago a king had promised his people 100 years of prosperity, he kept his promise, so did the rot and it was patient The Incarnadine Vault A scholar became obsessed with hidden knowledge, but he feared something watching him, and so he had a vault made to protect himself, his research, and wealth, painted to hide him from the yellow watching eyes, the poison paint was his end, the pigment in its heart is rotting to yellow

the Scintillating Barrows are tombs filled with mirrors and crystal and once a year the sun hits them just right to make them all glow brightly, it is said that if you visit on that day you can see the spirits of the dead walk again ethereal

The Grave of the Flutists is a cemetery looking burial ground that actually has hidden winding catacombs beneath, the gravesite of a group of flute playing monks, even in death they have flutes pressed against their lips, no mater where you are in the tunnels you will always hear a faint playing, either from a high above shelf or within the heavy earth

The Isle of the Beast Cult is controlled by the eponymous cult they worship an ancient cave beast that lived among people there once they wear fabric cloaks resembling the fur of a beast complete with ears and tail and spots, they have their own breed of holy magic derived from their god

Village of Arsenikessers is a mining village built into mountains of toxic rock no outsider would dare touch, the miners are known for their strange vitality and slightly off appearances, but otherwise friendly nature, their minerals are known for their purity the land over

The Resounding Depths an outcropping permeated by deep bore holes, what created them is a mystery, ancient alchemist mining for materials?, or possibly legendary serpents of old? The only hint of their natures is a faint song half between natural and musical, as a crickets shrill cry from under creaking ice, a faint instrument droning. apothecaries come from far to lower jars and vials to the depths, and collect the fluid that distills therein. It imparts a soporific effect, and stranger still the memory of the song. The God Rot Field is a place where long ago a great hero learned gods could be wounded, even killed. Though they never truly stop existing at least not for an incredibly long time. Mold silver-gold spills out from the scraps of torn flesh and effluvia endlessly rotting and growing all the same. Occult tokens and wards have since halted the progress but not before it claimed a large swathe of land. The Silvering Fen was once the home of a powerful witch, upon death at the hands of a cruel hero, they cursed their lands: a denaturing and thinning of the world, a paleness. And every plant and animal therein would be shining a fickle silver, one that stained that hero as he left, leaving footsteps of blossoming silver leaf. When he arrived home, he was faint and weak, his shock of hair now silvered, and so none believed who he was. At the center still stand the shining ruins of a once great tower, some say there is still a relic of power there. Pool of the Legless Ones An old temple lays rotting, the entrance to an ancient flooded cavern, the water squirms and boils faintly with long slimy things said to be the precursors of all the beasts and all of man. It is said they will share their wisdom if provided with an icon of your devotion. Home of The Tallow Thief An unassuming shack stands perched on a crooked hill, home to the tallow thief, who once stole from the new gods themselves, now an aging mentor to those who move too quietly. His nickname came from his last heist, a cask of heavenly wax, boiled from the flesh of an old god, the very kind that forms the candles that light the halls of the heavens. The Caliginous Divide A great crevasse in which swirling dark mists rush forth blinding all but the most devout. an ancient bridge of peerless construction spans the length, part of a relic of a forgotten pilgrimage. Traders or other travelers have been exploring the route for centuries, they have found ways to honor to forgotten beings that allow them to pass without too much difficulty. The Point of Exaltation Rocky badlands of unparalleled splendor crowned by a grand mount. The winding pilgrims path climbs among the stones up to the peak. Against the view of the vantage, kneels a small stone figure, arms outstretched towards the sky as if receiving water. The figure is headless, though a heavy green star rests on its shoulders during the solstice. The Hungering Copse In the ages before the regal gods people were drawn to the hollow in the world at the center of the copse. They made yearly pilgrimages as birds should do, offering their company to the twisting trees. However, eventually their faiths found new paths and eventually they ventured into the forest less and less. Now any poor soul who wanders inside the shaded boughs becomes lost in faerie reverie, until they become thin and faint.

The Narrow Dens long ago beasts gathered in the shaded valleys, but as soon as the first god of dawn shined, the creatures were forced to refuge in the crags. They slid so kindly through the crevices, and overtime became accustomed to the tight spaces. One such beast, the thin wolves are recognized by their eerily long legs. Ages ago, a lone hermit frequented the area, he learned to get them to favor him, so that he may walk in peace and without fear in his heart. The tranquility found him completing his great work, and after he died and was recognized as a prophet, the thin wolves always accompanied him in carvings.

The Crawling Bog An uninhabited bog, soft wet mossy earth, gives way to shaded groves, all held aloft the eye of an old god of fervor, ever staring at the sky. The perimeter is marked with numerous stone and wooden arches worn. and through compulsion of tradition, a funeral procession must pass consecrating the ground around it. They drive a great charnel-hearse, and carry bushels of bronze blades or other items, which at intervals, are plunged into the earth with fastidious devotion. Some brave members seek to retrieve them after centuries, blessed by the gods emanations, that verdigris of unearthly temperance.