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hopelessromantic5 · 10 months ago

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Merlin had been working for Arthur Pendragon for a year when something unusually strange happened.

This wasn’t “life-or-death-vengeful-magical-creature” strange. That happens every day.

No this oddity didn’t even involve Arthur.

The pompous prick had just left in storm of rage because Merlin was once again gone for days at a time and couldn’t give him a good enough answer as to where. Arthur knew Merlin was lying to him, and it was only a matter of time before the truth came to light, and Merlin’s life would be over.

He was still in Arthur’s chambers, in complete darkness. Body folded into a corner, with his arms wrapped around his knees that were being cradled by his chest.

He was sobbing.

Because life was so fucking unfair and he’s allowed to have a pity-party every once in a while. Merlin would say he’s entitled.

His sobs broke off into silence when a single candle lit itself, barely illuminating the room.

Merlin’s head popped up, wide eyed.

There was no one else. Just him.

And that had not been his magic.

Merlin was on his feet and ready for whatever was being hurled their way, this time.

They appeared, out of thin air.

Or she did.

A woman. With blonde hair cascading over over her thin shoulders. A deep green gown, that was beautiful but not embellished or bejeweled. And her eyes were like lakes, blue and too deep to see to the bottom.

Merlin’s breath was snatched from his throat as they stared at each other.

“Do not be afraid. I am not here to harm you.” She said, her voice was soft and melodic, the way Merlin imagined goddesses would speak.

“Who are you?” He whispered, before correcting. “What are you?”

“You can sense that I am not human?”

Merlin nodded, then narrowed his eyes, trying to put it together, but not quite having all the pieces.

“Every living thing gives off a vibration of sorts…a frequency… you give off nothing. As if you’re-“

“A ghost.” She smiled small but it held a secret joke that Merlin didn’t understand.

“You’re a ghost?” He questioned, further confused. “How are you here? It’s not anywhere near Samhain.”

Then the blonde woman’s eyes turned sad. And she turned to the window looking out at the lightless sky.

“There are some special cases.” She murmured. Then snapped her eyes back to him.

“But that is not why I’m here.”

Merlin’s eyebrows went up in expectation.

The woman’s expression turned to something that Merlin had only ever seen from his mother and Gaius. A sort of pity that’s shrouded in love.

She advanced on him and then settled her hands on his shoulders. Upon closer inspection, he could see the way she wasn’t completely opaque, but he felt her hands as if they were solid, flesh and bone.

“I know who you are, Emrys.”

Merlin practically hissed at the name and began to back away towards the door of the chambers.

“What are you planning to do about it? Tell the king?” Merlin was panicked now. If Uther knew then there would be no chance of saving himself. Or of saving Arthur.

“Calm yourself, dear. That is the last place I would be headed even if I did plan to tell someone.”

Merlin stopped, whispering, consciously aware of the guards that will patrol this corridor at some point soon.

“So why are you here?”

“Because, Merlin, I want to thank you. I want you to know that all that you’ve suffered, all that you’ve sacrificed, has not been in vain.”

What? How could she possibly know…

“I have been here some time, Merlin. Unseen but always watching.” She smiled again. “This was the deal I made. I gladly gave my life if they agreed to let me watch him grow.”

Time froze.

And suddenly everything clicked into place for Merlin.

He audibly gasped.

“You…” he started shaking his head as if it were a hallucination brought by bad wine or mysterious herbs. “You’re her.”

He stared back into those eyes.

Those eyes he’d come to know on a different human. Eyes he’d come to love.

“Yes. I am. And I have been here with him, watching him struggle and learn. Make mistakes.”

She clutched him again by the shoulders.

“Merlin, I want to thank you for taking care of my son.”

He was shaking his head and stuttering incoherently, almost silently, trying to find words to express everything he feels every day.

“You-I-your son is…a great man. And he’s going to be a good King. A kind, just, King.”

She smirked again at him, probably knowing more than he did about everything.

And then her smile turned soft as she replied.

“The Once and Future King.”

Merlin nodded, feeling a little giddy himself at the idea. Arthur sitting atop the throne of Albion and ruling his people in an age of peace, until he turns old and grey. Trusting the next generation to take the reins.

Merlin chuckled a little.

“The gods couldn’t have picked anyone better suited.”

“He will need you, Merlin. Especially in what’s to come. But this is nothing you are not already aware of.” She had a very soft smile, genuine, not one harsh line on her whole face. “I’ve also appeared to you now to say, I think you should be truthful with him.” Merlin’s instincts almost caused him to recoil from her again, but he stilled his body, as she continued. “I see him when you are not here, when he is alone, when he’s with his father. The way that he communicates his feelings are hurtful and he has no clue how to work through them. I am sorry that Uther raised him that way.” Merlin watched transparent tears slide down her pale face. “But you help him. He’s getting better with himself, with others. You are the light in his life, he wants to do better because of you, the way you see him.”

Merlin was crying too. He couldn’t help it.

He didn’t think anyone ever knew what really went on inside this blasted castle, but someone was here, watching him fail and try and try again and succeed sometimes, and keep Arthur and Camelot safe and happy. Someone has been rooting for him the entire time, he was never really alone.

“Hold on. Would he be able to see you?” Merlin whispered cautiously. “Do you want him to?”

“I’m afraid that it’s a little more complicated for people without magic. I was able to appear before you now, because your guard was down while you were crying. Your mental and emotional barriers were lowered and I was allowed to reveal myself. For Arthur and I to talk, I would need a lot of magic and a lot of trust.” She reminded him so much of Arthur in the way she hid her melancholy behind a dazzling smile.

“But that is not the reason I think you should tell him. He might be frustrated at first, but he will be far less angry than he was moments ago. He trusts you and he knows there is something you are not telling him. I think you would both benefit from a little honesty, him just as much as you.” She smirked at the last comment.

Merlin cannot believe that he just got talked into revealing his magic by the Queen of Camelot.

This day is so strange.

Wait-

“What does that mean? What is it that Arthur is keeping from me?” He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and thought. He knew almost everything about the man. He could probably paint him blindfolded at this point, with every buckle and button in perfect place. He knew his sense of humor, his daily schedule by heart, he knew everything Arthur thought about everyone, and Arthur knew the same of him…almost.

Except for that one-okay, maybe two things.

Maybe Arthur had an exception also.

“You will have to be vulnerable in order to find the answer to your question.” It almost sounds like a riddle of Kilgarah’s but the Queen’s made a lot more sense to him than the Great Dragon’s usually did.

“When he returns, avoid cornering him in the room. He does not do well with-“ the lady cut herself off for the first time, somehow even ghosts were conflicted in their thoughts. Her face hardened, “Uther used tactics like this to intimidate Arthur when he was a boy being scolded. For absolutely nothing at all. For doing things that boys should be doing!” Her voice reached its loudest volume and she stumbled farther away from him, wide-eyed.

“I am so sorry, Merlin. I have not spoken to anyone in so long. I didn’t not mean to get angry.” Tears welled in her blue, blue eyes.

Merlin could not stand it.

“There is nothing to apologize for. You have every right to be angry. I am angry. Sometimes with destiny, or dragons, or evil unknown forces lurking in the dark. But always at Uther. For treating Arthur that way, like an animal raised for slaughter. And for never realizing how much it scarred him. And for never changing, or apologizing. Never once. He is not even human anymore.”

They stood there, locked into each other, sharing in their grief, in their pain for this boy that they love more than life.

And then they heard footsteps, both parties equally startled for different reasons.

“Good luck, Merlin.” Igraine was smiling softly again, as if it had never left, maybe that is what Arthur does for her. What he does for them both. Bring the color and joy back into the world like a breath of clean air. “You will do well.” She nodded, before starting to disappear, back into the invisible ether of the castle.

Then the door swung open to reveal Arthur, looking almost apologetic, but also scanning the room before landing his eyes back on Merlin.

“Who are you talking to?”

“No one. Myself.” Another lie. Shit.

This isn’t going well and he’s three words into it.

The prince opened his mouth as if to retort but Merlin stopped him confidently proclaiming,

“Arthur, I need to tell you something.” It was as though Merlin could feel a weight physically lifting off his shoulders as soon as the words left his mouth. “Quite a few things actually. I have not been honest with you. But I don’t want to keep secrets anymore.”

Arthur stood momentarily speechless, surprised at Merlin’s change of heart.

TBC…

#merthur #merlin #merlin and arthur #arthur pendragon #prince arthur #igraine #merthur fic #from the drafts #if I continue it would only be a second part

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eatmangoesnekkid · 4 months ago

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Dear Woman,

Seeing beauty in other women doesn’t take away from yours. Instead it raises your vibration, adds to your own beauty frequency and puts you in a higher state of being. That’s why one of the most self-loving acts you can do is to celebrate other beautiful women.

We live in a system that benefits from us not truly seeing how beautiful we are. One of my favorite things in the world to do is to notice beauty in people, in nature, in life itself. But I especially notice beauty in women like the top notes of a well-made fragrance lingering in the air because I know that we have been conditioned to be at odds with beauty in other women—to ignore it, to numb out to any pleasurable sensation we may feel when seeing a beautiful woman, to distrust her, or to scan for something we don’t like... "eww, look at her shoes." Patriarchy and capitalism were sorely designed to silence the innocent sight of beauty between women, therefore any opportunity I get to experience beauty in other women, I feel so alive and blessed that I am not being led by conditioning. Being sincerely open to vignettes of beauty throughout the global world have always catapulted me into new narratives of myself, like a kind of beauty oracle.

But beauty is not only what we see. It is an energy that we feel that adds real value to our physiology every time and we must love ourselves enough to access it. Where is there is beauty, there is God. —India Ame’ye, Chapter: The Oracle and Spirituality of Beauty

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ranwan-love · 1 month ago

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Pick a Card: A reality check you need.

Trying to give you a reality check as your blunt bestfriend....

Buy me coffee:

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Pile one

Friends?? How is your friend circle?? Are you happy with them? Are they really nice people who knows the balance of give and take?? Do they support you even behind your back or just empty words on your face??? How do you feel after spending time with them???? Babe there are some questions you need to ask yourself and these are few of those.

You know what true nature of our soul is stability. It's not high vibration, low vibration or any vibration at all it's completely shunya. Don't confuse this with staying the way you are or not growing because you are at peace whatsoever but it's rather being at peace. Peace brings stability or anything that brings you peace leads to stability. Like walking out of your comfort zone brings peace or resting when needed.

Like let me explain

we are at frequency A; we attract everything of similar frequency. Eventually the space gets filled you can't attract more or if you forcefully try to attract or manifest, same frequency material will come to you in different ways or facade? And you might even feel exhausted or in endless loop.

you increase your frequency; like by doing your inner work, accepting your casualties, improving them and stay in this period for some time. When it becomes new normal to you, your frequencies shift and you attract better new things. This is kinda what I mean with stability and peace. I am sorry if I am not able to explain it well lol. But at same time if you start playing victim or self pity your vibration goes down and you attract same frequency people and things in life!!! So like I don't know if you gonna accept it or not but the friends or people around you are direct reflection of you. So stop resonating with these part of yourself, clean the space and focus on parts of yourself that you want to resonate with.

So now ask yourself if your friend or family don't bring you peace are they right for you? If not, why they are here and to what extent? On what parts they are reflecting on you.

Pile Two

Parents+protection??? Okay does your parents need protection or you need protection from them or maybe protection from yourself as you have mastered there voice in your head which is always there to hurt you.

I don't know why I suddenly thought of Palestine so I am setting intention for them too that they are safe. And if there's some other issues like parents having bad health or just you having tricky relationship with them. I hope it heals too.

You know what this pile at first gave me two type of energies one who love their parents or just hate them but after few minutes I realised no it's rather specific. It's pretty much love and hate relationship. It's like you love them alot but things they do, say or project on you ruins you completely. You might be living under same rooftop which turns out to be really toxic and takes quite a toll on you. At same time you can't hate them completely because you see how much they are working for you.

So I want to say it's ok. Things make way more sense from your perspective intead of some third party who will ask you to cut off them.

Instead try accepting, forgiving and drawing boundaries. I guess it kinda sounds stupid but let me try to explain

Accept that there's a part of them which cares for you even tho their actions says otherwise. Like even there words like wish you were never born, you should die, you would eat us alive anything. They don't mean it. But you would say hey they mean it because it sounded so genuine when they said it! So listen it's there ego self who said it, ego who have been tormented, went through pain, trauma,experience of there own. Try to imagine there higher selfs they definitely hate this behaviour too. Like does there higher self hate you same way, do they wish for you to die? It's just they project there pain on you and it somehow relieves them. You know why because that's all they can do! You have a chance to escape, you have freedom. They never did. Be it your mom or dad! So this is all they could!, so there words hold no value other than just pain.

genuineness you felt in those words was pain they were feeling. It sometimes also comes from a place that my kid is different what if society doesn't appreciate it, worst case hurt him/her? Because that's what happened to them. So while trying to protect you from so called society they become something worse or you can say became the society they were scared of!

So forgive them! Everytime they argue stay quiet, don't give unnecessary reaction,observe where the pain is coming from. You will be able to generate empathy without getting hurt.

Third draw boundaries! Now you accepted and forgave them but that doesn't mean now this is enough so draw boundaries! Start with subtle ones and than eventually increase them. Create space for yourself.

Pile Three

Okay so how does it feel to be your biggest enemy? Does it feel good? Are you enjoying it? Just a genuine question are you sadist or masochist? Maybe both??? Like is it enough or are you going to do it more?? Do what??

"SELF HARM!!!! SELF PITY!!!!"

Like okay bud! I know you had harsh life, traumatic childhood even whole of teenage but does that mean you gonna keep self pitying yourself? Do you think a prince will come?? Your twin flame will come or perhaps jungkook will come??

It's wierd to explain but it's more like you don't play victim but self pity alot!! It also takes away power in really quiet way.

Let me try explaining with example. Imagine you have set of bad experiences, where you barely survived and reached here. You definitely observe how strong you were or how much you have grown. You analyse that thing so well to point you have realisation that you were not a victim but a warrior. But than you self pity like oww man why me why such harsh experience didn't i deserve better, i was a kid too. Would I be better if things were different??

You just keep reliving the moment and the pain.

At this point you just like pain? I think you watch way too many kdrama where main character is shown so powerful because she goes through so much. So you have made this belief

"pain=growth/greatness". The pain or experience you were given they might have been source of transformation or growth but you reliving those experiences in your head is not. You are just patting your ego that you are next chosen one or something. Babe even if you are chosen one , if you stay stuck in your head, procrastinating what you need to do, ignoring your body needs you won't be able to fulfill your purpose of chosen one. So do some grounding and practical work. Like if you are doing everything and still things are not working it's simply because you are stuck in this mental cycle.

I don't know if this will go along the above message but just accept whatever happened,happened.

You already learnt from it, If some message is important it will come as direct clear sentence in your head. Best of luck.

*you might be poet or writing poems might help you release this self pity or pain inducing habbit!

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Thanks alot!!! 💚

Please please let me know if it resonated with you.

It will help me develope confidence as I am really new to doing readings for other people. It was always limited to myself or my really close people. So your opinions would matter alot.

Thanks alot once again

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apollo-likes-writing · 2 months ago

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LAPIS LAZULI (PROLOGUE)

Character(s): Kakavasha/Aventurine, Veritas Ratio/Lapis Lazuli

Tags: Angst, long fic, role swap!au

Word Count: 933 words

Summary: A role swap!AU where Ratio takes his rejection by Nous a lot harder than he did in canon and loses himself as a result, becoming one of the Ten Stonehearts, while Aventurine is not recruited by the IPC and is instead a scholar in the Intelligentsia Guild.

Author’s Note: This was inspired by the amazing @havanillas with their role swap! AU! Check it out! Their mind is brilliant (and I am obsessed with the way they have drawn their differences). Also, I’m a nerd about crystals, not about space, so forgive me if there are any inaccuracies. I was also vaguely tipsy when I was writing the ending, so please excuse that. This will be multiple chapters, so let me know if you’d like to be on the tag list.

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A science lesson in the metaphysical properties of crystals and gems, if you’ll allow me.

I know, I know. You did not click this fanfiction for a science lesson. It’ll be quick, I promise. It would be perfectly understandable for you to click off this, or even send a hate comment stating “I DID NOT ASK FOR THIS!!1!1!!”

Still here? Great. I’ll continue.

Everything has a vibrational frequency: from the rocks in the ground to the leaves in the trees. You have a vibration. Your best friend has a vibration. Your pet gecko has a vibration. Hell, even the device you’re reading this on and the bed your sitting in has a vibration. You get the picture, yes? These frequencies are like a marker that interact with other markers to create different influences.

Things like crystals and rock - objects that have existed for thousands of years - are bound to have stronger frequencies (let me know if I lose you. There is a point to this, I promise) that interact with you differently. Amethyst, for example, helps with sleep and meditation; Rose Quartz is great for self love; Carnelian and Tiger’s Eye can give you a confidence boost, and Aventurine is good at manifesting luck.

So, what is Lapis Lazuli good for? What magical powers does Lapis Lazuli have? What funky frequencies does it fuck around with?

Intellect.

Intellect, wisdom, and the ability to communicate, to be specific. It was used by the Egyptians a few thousand years ago as makeup and medicine, and is the stone of many gods of wisdom in various mythos’. Interesting, right? Veritas Ratio was a man of intellect. A man of prestige and great wisdom who wished to communicate his genius to those more mundane in hopes of curing ignorance. An honourable cause, if any.

See how far he has fallen.

Lapis Lazuli is no longer a man of intellect. He drinks and gambles and throws his life away all for the purpose of forgetting. Forgetting THEIR rejection. Forgetting his own ignorances.

Forgetting his own genius.

The IPC ate him up. They picked him up by the scruff of his collar and swallowed him whole. They boiled him in their stomach acid and digested him into something functional. Something utilisable. Something mouldable.

He let them.

I told you this science lesson had a point to it.

The fall of a star is always so explosive, so why did he burn out so quietly? Perhaps the rejection from a star as mighty as Nous made the rejection of himself quite infinitesimal in comparison. When a red giant explodes into a supernova, it is much more noticeable than a white dwarf imploding in on itself to create a black hole.

That doesn’t mean that a black hole doesn’t have a presence. It is a presence of darkness, yes - practically invisible if it weren’t for the event horizon that drew the eye of the nosey - but a presence nonetheless. No matter how difficult it is to see, it is still ever-present, sucking in the warmth of stars and the things it kept dear until there is nothing left. It is a shell of what it once was. Just as Lapis Lazuli is a shell of what Veritas once was. Veritas Ratio has been sucked up by the black hole, warped and spaghettified until there is practically nothing left, leaving behind only the blinding horizon disk that is Lapis Lazuli. Anyone who dares to find him - the real him - only risks being sucked up and warped themselves.

It is not wise to try and find Veritas Ratio.

Veritas Ratio: the legend of the Intelligentsia Guild. A young prodigy with three pHds under his belt at the ripe old age of sixteen, only to achieve five more before twenty-five. He is the example set for all scholar’s who wish to make names for themselves. His name is whispered in hushed voices by students for support before their exams as if he were an Aeon they worship. In the eyes of the average mundanite, he basically was.

The duality of the esteemed Doctor Ratio is a fascinating one and the topic for debate for many of his former colleagues. These debates have never been made private (for who would care? He isn’t around to hear them anymore), so even the esteemed Doctor Kakavasha has heard of his story.

The scholars of the Intelligentsia Guild have always been creatures of gossip, spreading rumours and half-truths wherever they go in order to foster attention. Kakavasha knows of these tricks and refuses to fall for them. To judge a book by its cover is as criminal to a scholar as blasphemy is to a priest. Honestly, these Guild members have such massive sticks up their backside that Kakavasha is surprised they’re not coughing up leaves. He, like many of his calibre, has looked up to the legend that is Veritas Ratio ever since he started his first degree at university. The man is only a few years his senior, but his reported work ethic and candid attitude has followed the Avgin throughout his own education and beyond. It’s safe to say that he idolises the man despite his unknowable reasons for his disappearance and recruitment into the IPC. Time changes everything. Perhaps time changed Veritas Ratio’s outlook in life and he found better prospects in an institution as massive as the IPC.

Despite this, Kakavasha wishes to find him, to hold an educated conversation with him, in hopes of receiving his perspective on his independent research project:

How to get rid of his divine luck.

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Hope you enjoyed! Super proud of this. Reblogs appreciated!

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#hsr #honkai: star rail #honkai sr #honkai star rail #hsr fanfic #hsr role swap #fanfic #role swap au #ratiorine roleswap au #hsr veritas #veritas ratio #aventurine #hsr aventurine #aventio #ratiorine #kakavasha

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naturalswimmingspirit · 2 months ago

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Kneeling faintly at the footsteps of the deep initiations that crash like waves over me again and again and again

I deeply bow & surrender And I say thank you Thank you for pulling me into truth The truth that dissolves all shadows

Deep into my inner well of knowing That I called you in Every single one of you Cracking me open Into the utter destruction that is the awakening path For change is my natural state Like a caterpillar morphing into the butterfly The beast becoming the beauty Crawling out of the shell of my ancestral pains & deep untruths For the bud to become the rose

Through the crashing waves I rebirth myself again and again and again A million thousand pieces I lie on the womb of the ocean floor Calling all parts of my higher self back into my body to be become whole & holy once again

Chaos, heartbreak, pain & love I say thank you For reminding me of why I came here For my soul to expand and stretch beyond all limitations A promise I made to myself eons ago To return here now In the midst of this golden age To reclaim the way of love To remember the mysteries of the rose

Grounded in peace, heart wide open ,kneeling at the footsteps of these crashing waves I trust, from the ecstasy to the agony, to the joy to the grief, the bloom to the fall, that life is happening for me not to me for the pain is the portal to my souls liberation & I am no longer afraid of these crashing waves 🕊✨🌹🐍

📸 @kateflomurphy

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Can you feel the intense energy? 2022 was predicted to be the most intense year of the great awakening yet. A reminder ,this transition that earth is in, this falling away of all that isn’t in alignment so she can increase her vibration and frequency started in 2012 and is said to last until 2032 and is the initiation into the golden age that will last 2’000 years. This is why so many of us are feeling the pull to heal ourselves and others. As the earth increases her vibration none of us can escape the intensity whether we are conscious of it or not. 🌀 So we are smack bang in the middle of this transition, summer solstice 2022 being the midpoint between 2012 & 2032. So of course this is going to feel like perhaps the most intense, density & also the crossing over into a magical threshold of ourmost divine , authentic, passionate, focused self. For me personally when I tuned into the energy of 2022 the word that kept coming to me was solitude. 🌀 There is so much transmissions, healing & remembrance that deep silence and solitude has been essential. Which is hard because I love and desire community deeply but the last while has showed me I cannot deny my need for deep silence and aloneness & honestly in that space I am finding the bliss & remembrance my soul is yearning for. Which is ironic as there is now so much gatherings and opportunities for social contact . It’s like spirit is testing me (us) how much can you really give your body and soul what it needs. How much can you trust that in solitude you will meet all of your own needs. I do feel the unpredictable weather in Ireland is also reflecting the energy ; the need for hibernation and rest for us all. 🌀 For me It feels to good to finally acknowledge the part of me that is a massive introvert and witnessing it’s power. I want to acknowledge here my lack of response to messages gatherings etc is in no way personal and I feel it’s important to mention this and for us all to set some boundaries with a device that can force us into constant informal contact which is now way beneficial to our soul. 🌀

I feel I am transforming and changing so rapidly right now I just don’t have the ability to have anything less than solid boundaries to allow the space the upgrades deeply need. 🌀 Also for me there is so much remembrance flooding in from other lifetimes that I am continuing to pause offering regular space holding of others to truly focus on my own path. It feels strange at times as for along time my life was dedicated to helping others and honestly one of the most courageous things I’ve done is pulling back from all of that, to really hold and give space to myself, my heart, my longing for freedom and deep healing & remembrance. 🌀 The past few weeks I have had another massive death and rebirth again wow this has just been so continuous over the past 3 years and as magical as it is it’s also extremely exhausting . As I rebirth each time my energy is that of a new born and I am thrown into deep surrender of what is possible given the energy levels & within this the most DIVINE consciousness arrives, that of unconditional love, forgiveness, non judgment and that is what this golden age is all about. Raising our vibration by raising our consciousness. 🌀 I am also excited for the time when it comes , to share and hold space again I have just so much juicy reflections of this healing journey to share but you know there is no rush this great awakening is only getting started and as we honour our own path we fall back into the flow on the divine. 🌀 Would love to hear what you are all navigating during this midpoint? As we share our story we allow humanity to breath and remember they are not alone on this path. 🌀 Míle Buíochas to the priestess herself @kateflomurphy for capturing this moment at the sacred waters in Donegal. My first social outing in weeks 😂 Grà Mòr Léan ��🌹✨

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kiddbegins · 9 months ago

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Nothings wrong - James Wilson

requested: yes

word count: 578

warnings: tbh nothing

a/n: sorry im in love with this guy currently and am spamming you with him... except im not and i will do it again

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Will you please tell me what happened?

Being with James Wilson was like being with the personified version of a cloud. His hugs were comforting, his aura was soothing. And seeing him was like seeing everything you had ever wanted in life.

And coming home to him after the few years you’d been together had always felt like being greeted with a warm and fuzzy sweater. One handmade and filled with the love you deserve to have.

It was even more needed on days like today. Where everything just felt wrong. Nothing even caused it. Just the mood you woke up in that was somehow made worse the longer your shift at work went on. Dealing with people just drained you.

Traffic made you want to scream and you felt like every molecule in your body was vibrating at such a high frequency that you were going to just combust. So coming home to James was exactly what you needed.

Except seeing him with the biggest grin, and insanely cheery voice made you shove back those feelings instantly. Letting him go on about his job later in the evening. “You really should have seen it, we thought she wasn’t going to make it to Christmas but now we’re talking a few more years.”

He was happily talking, his hands flailing around as he did. “Isn’t that-” His eyes finally caught the look you had been trying to hide from him. The way you were completely zoned out and just staring ahead.

“What’s wrong?”

You shook your head, reeling yourself back in, “What? Nothing, nothing. That’s really amazing, baby.” You tried to sweep it under the rug, tried to put every displaced piece of yourself together just for the sake of conversation.

Which would have worked if he was someone you met an hour ago. But no, he was the man you’d been with for three and a half years that knew your favorite songs, favorite films, everything there was to know inside and out.

So he knew when you were lying, no matter how well you did it, he figured it out in seconds. “No, there’s something. What’s wrong? What happened?” He had stopped the pacing he was doing, instead sitting next to you.

“Jamie..” You didn’t want to talk about it. How do you explain that there wasn’t anything? That you just metaphorically woke up on the wrong side of the bed? SOmething you weren’t even sure there was a science to.

Probably not.

He grabbed your hands in his, looking at you with the biggest brown puppy dog eyes he’d ever done, which, was saying something. He knew it was your weakness, that when he showed that level of care that you’d cave.

“Please, tell me what happened.”

The comforting level of his voice pushed the floodgates open. “Nothing, nothing happened I’m just… I don’t know.” It was the worst feeling. Something was wrong. You were aware of that.

But the what, the why. The reasoning being unknown was the worst of it. “I don’t know what’s wrong.” Your voice cracking as he shifted to pull you into his chest. His back leaning back to the couch, your body coming to lay against his as tears sprung and slipped out of your eyes.

“It’s okay, bad days happen.”

“Today was horrible..” He stroked your hair, knowing it gave you some form of comfort regardless of how you really felt. He knew you better than anyone and you truly had never been so thankful.

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poemnic-tarot · 1 year ago

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Intuitive Channeled Messages For You

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(Disclaimer : This is a general reading please only take what resonated. For entertainment purposes only)

These are short messages I channeled without card, just intuitively. Please let me know what you think, I’d love to know!.

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🍰 🌸 🍬 💫 🍉 You Are Loved 🍉 💫 🍬 🌸 🍰

Pile 1 🧸

"You begin to get what life is all about. Every incidents, now you realised, was not a coincidence.It was meticulously planned for you to get here. Where you are today. Every road lead you here where you can see it all from an objective point of view. And you get it, you finally got it. You would not be confused no more, you trust the universe unconditionally. You will go where they lead you. There are fears of course and doubts and hesitation, but they would never stop you from vibrating in a high frequency, a vibration of love and compassion.

You used to be scare, all the time. Scare of life, of people in it, of all your choices, was it the right choice?, did i made the wrong one?.Why is everyone against me, why is the world against me?. Now you realised, it was just all karmic, it was designed specifically for you. So you could learn your lesson and move up. Ascend and become who you are today. Wise, at peace and more trusting than ever. Trusting of life, situation and most importantly, yourself and your choices. What you went through got you here today and you will be forever grateful. To the Divine,to yourself and your soul, for leading you home finally.

Poem: Sorrow To Joy by @cant-find-my-name

This big transition came through

A revelation

Firstly, we changed our beliefs

Reevaluate our wants and our needs

What makes us happy?

Who values we are following

Who we are without the things we do

Strip away all the unnecessary

Let go of pointless worries

To truly turn joyful

First, we shifted our energy

In this new me, being joyful

Is very easy

Song : Coming Back For You by Fireboy DML

Well I pray that the universe Gives you way more than you deserve When the tears fall like shooting stars Remember who you are Just look up to the sky you'll see

Well I pray that the universe Gives you way more than you deserve When the tears fall like shooting stars Remember who you are Just look up to the sky you'll see I'm coming back for you

🍰 🌸 🍬 💫 🍉 You Are Loved 🍉 💫 🍬 🌸 🍰

Pile 2🛍️

“I can still recall what happened vividly. The memories would never leave me. In a way, it shaped who I am. I identified with what I went through. All of it, the good and the not so good. I appreciates all the good times, all the good people. I wish them well and I know they would do the same for me. I am on a new journey. Honestly, I have no idea where I am going, where am I headed to?.It seem not that important to find out, I figure I'll just start step by step into the unknown. I’m willing to, in a way, I was waiting for this moment. Hoping for it in fact.

It seem I had shaded my old skin. Despited remembering everything that happened. I want to changed. I want to rebuild, I want to become something else. It not because I hated my old self or anything, in fact. It's the opposite. I love my old self very much, but I think it’s just time. Time for me to discover a new side of me that’s different. That the world have never seen before. I am excited, nervous but not scare at all. Which I'm thankful for, I want it to be a fun journey, learning about myself, who will I become. I love every versions of me, the old and I'm already sure that I will also love the new. I guess it's my new purpose in life, get to know thyself again and I'm looking forward to meet me.

Poem : Shooting Stars by @cant-find-my-name

My eyes Shined

They reflected the distance light

I’ve never pray so hard in my life

Wishing for a living dream

Wishing to know

What does all the pain mean?

Trying to find the reason

The universe put me here

And I can’t -

Find the reason

Even as stars shimmered

And shoot down

It is me that has been earth bound,

I can’t go back

I can’t go home

The limit is getting too loud

Going aimless

Wandering about

Maybe it is time for me to discover

Reach deep within me to know

How far did I come from?

And how far can I go?

Song: I'm Still Here by John Rzeznik (Treasure Planet)

I am a question to the world Not an answer to be heard Or a moment that's held in your arms And what do you think you'd ever say? I won't listen anyway, you don't know me And I'll never be what you want me to be

And what do you think you'd understand? I'm a boy, no, I'm a man You can't take me and throw me away And how can you learn what's never shown? Yeah, you stand here on your own They don't know me 'cause I'm not here

And I want a moment to be real Wanna touch things I don't feel Wanna hold on and feel I belong

🍰 🌸 🍬 💫 🍉 You Are Loved 🍉 💫 🍬 🌸 🍰

Pile 3🍑

“It's the people that loved you for who you are that helped you made it. They were a voice telling you not to give up, even when you wanted to. Even when there was no more reasons to go on, you think of the people who loved you. And in a way, their love for you saved you, when your own love wasn’t enough.

But you are still not out of the wood yet, but you're not scare of it no more. You are not scare to be alone anymore. People are your strength and there's experiences of that, but they are also your weakness. The world is more complicated and more than one dimensional and frankly, it's giving you a headache. You just want to live a simple life, a minimalist, no complication, alone in a forest surrounded by nature. You want your wood to turn into a forest. And build a cozy cottage to refuge there when the real world is too much. But most of your life, it's a graveyard of regret and it's full of shadows that you rather ignore. However, no more of that you finally decided. You pray for life to get better, for yourself to get better and in a way, you did not see a way out of it alive.

But in those darkness, you saw light and that light has led you to where the sun shined through. You can see better days," the monsters turned out to be just tree". There are better days, healthier ways to live. And in a way, you want to find that out for yourself. There are alway balance in life, you must remember one thing. When there's darkness, there is also light. When you encounter one the other will also find you. When you experienced one side, don't be scare to face the other. That is how you learn, that you will alway be okay.

Poem: Invisible Force by @cant-find-my-name

Something is choking me

The invisible force

Stronger than what's real

Maybe the scariest thing

Are what we're all thinking

Not necessary the truth

Or what happened

But what could have been,

It's scary to see

What isn't there

The affect is real

But the enemy aren't here

Song: This is me trying by Taylor Swift

I've been having a hard time adjusting I had the shiniest wheels, now they're rusting I didn't know if you'd care if I came back I have a lot of regrets about that Pulled the car off the road to the lookout Could've followed my fears all the way down And maybe I don't quite know what to say But I'm here in your doorway

I just wanted you to know That this is me trying I just wanted you to know That this is me trying

🍰 🌸 🍬 💫 🍉 You Are Loved 🍉 💫 🍬 🌸 🍰

Pile 4🍇

"Peace will find you, no need to seek it. It's there for you to tap into it, anytime, anyplace. No need to acquired more to get it. The misconception that you need this or that in order to feel whole. It a misconception, you only need one thing child. And that is yourself. If you have yourself, all of you, the dark and light part of you, the side you loved and admired and the side that make you look away. All parts of you deserve recognition. They are you and yours alone, so we got to honour them. Every part of you love you and want your attention and want you to acknowledge them. Let us finally do that. Let us look into the mirror and see ourselves finally.

We are a pure soul, there is nothing wrong with us, no matter what people implied. We are not broken, we are whole. Your soul is intact, it is there for you to go back and connect to it. Your soul is waiting for you to answer its calling. You heard it but you ignore it because life get in the way, but, if you're trying to find that fulfilment. That feeling of, aww there it is the thing I'm look for?, as annoying as it is, it is that part of you that you wouldn't dare look at.

Poem: Surrendering by @cant-find-my-name

Surrendering my sorrows

Surrendering to my flaws

If there is no Perfection

I would be perfect

Nitpicking my visions

Aiming for the best

Left behind a broken body

And an anxiety ridden mind,

Right path don't do that

Peace is not a compromise

Tis a birth right

Just like how everyone will die,

Getting my soul back

Revived my forgotten joy

Everyday supposed to be precious

Not wishing for it to stop

Song : Back To Beautiful by Sofia Carson

They say You're not good enough, you're not brave enough You should cover up your body Tell me, watch my weight Gotta paint my face Or else no one's gonna want me

Why do we say this to ourselves? And even worse to each other? Why do we say this to ourselves? Ooh

We gotta, get back to beautiful Gotta, get back to beautiful All these words, starting wars Over who can hurt who more Gotta, get back to beautiful

🍰 🌸 🍬 💫 🍉 You Are Loved 🍉 💫 🍬 🌸 🍰

Pile 5🍰

"Something is changing, you can feel it. More internally rather than externally. But it's changing all the same. But you're not scare or excited. You are just neutral about it. But there is that part of you that goes, Finally. Because lately, nothing evokes your interest.The desires you had once feel ill fitted. When you realised that nothing really matter, not in a depressing way, but more of a freeing way, You accepted that as truth. You are not satisfied in life, yes, but seeking more things will not do either. You don't want more per say, but there's something missing that you don't know how to put into words. The missing piece might not be tangible, might just be intangible things that you can't hold onto. Which way should you headed towards when your inner compass is kind of confused.

Forward is the way, you will never be lost, as long as you keep moving forwards and not stop. We will not rush either. When we are in a confusing state, we must take our time and experienced our moment fully so that there won't be a lapse in our memory. Memory is a tricky thing, if you think too far into the future or the past as you experiencing the present, then your present becomes filled with memories from the future or the past. So the present moment will never exist. Be careful of letting moments passed you by, it is alright to not know why you are feeling this way. It is alright to be confused or sad or even unsatisfied. It is alright to be in that state in your present because whatever you are feeling at the moment, the present will eventually become a past.”

Poem: Renewal by @cant-find-my-name

There is hope in this world

In words that you said,

Even though it's a lie

You tell yourself it'll be okay

Maybe not now

Definitely not right now

But hopefully someday

You begin to notice the yellow

In dandelions,

How it shine like gold

In certain light.

Now you finally see

The colourful sky

How many shades of it

Changed with time.

How every poem you write

Begins to rhyme

And you know there's a reason for all this

Every little bit of it

So whatever happened

Do not resist

For you shall learn to embrace it

Song : Take A Chance by Flume

So you feel all your powers unfold

Stretching our big wings while the white is turning gold So tell your story baby, don't give up, just let it all go out You're quiet wishing for something now

Will you be the one to take a chance? Have demands, spill your heart Will you be the one to take a stand Make the girls dance Spill your thoughts Will you be the one to take a chance? Have demands, spill your heart Will you be the one to take a stand Make the girls dance Spill your thoughts, will you?

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Pile 6🌙

"The unlimited possibility you seek is there for you to tapped into. Your believed is everything, so be careful what or who you believe in. Miracles exist, just look into a mirror and witness one. Look into your own eyes and wondered who that soul is. For it is you, but there so much you don't know about yourself, yet. Instead of feeling bad about that, we should feel excited. For it is a privilege to know thyself. Know your limit and your unlimited possibilities. How many grains of sand on the beach, that is how much your potentials lies. What you can achieved in life is up to how much you are opened to recieved.

My dear, you are magnificent, I wish you can see yourself through my eyes. How you hold on to life, wise beyond your years. Give it everything you got, no matter what that is, is such a human trait even gods envied. Every difficulties you go through know that those got nothing on your willpower to get through them. You are a strong little human, whose hope is bigger then the universe.You believe in the better, better days, better life, better energy for this earth. And your hope/light is what is keeping this planet alive. Keep believing in your power, because you are powerful. And loved by many.

Poem: Home Coming by @cant-find-my-name

My Divine Mother gentle touch

She taught me so much

By being nurtured we grow

By being loved we thrive

By being connected

We become part of the Divine

I know you look at yourself

And see a scare child

Darling, that's quite alright

Cause you are protected, alway

All the flaws should be

Embraced

There's no need for harsh judgment

Gentleness to ourselves is what

We should aim for

Realise what's important

Now look at yourself one more time

And see the true core

Song: Hummingbird by Metro Boomin & James Blake

Hummingbird, summer sun, has it brought my life back? Hangin' in the balance, have you brought the light back? And how long's the night shift? She's sure I get away with Realizin' she might be all I need in this life

When I saw a cold snap, I wasn't with the season Attack was on the airport and outside there was a season In here paper walls are pushing back on you like Eventually you push through, the moment that you realize

And hummingbird, I know that's our time (That's our time) But stay on, stay on, stay on with me And hummingbird, I can never unsee What you've shown me, stay on, stay on with me

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notesfromthepalace · 4 months ago

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Don't Be Jenny from the BLOCK!

No tea no shade to Jen, that's my sister, I LOVE HER!

When I say "don't be Jenny from the block" - what I am referring to is dating someone from your neighborhood, your town, you high school, and if you've glowed up after college, I would say extend that to anyone you've met before the age of 23.

In the words of Joseline Hernandez (I'll explain why I love her in another post), don't be a "$2 hoe".

I repeat, DON'T BE A $2 HOE!

Now, let's get into some things.

You today, in your mid 20s, should be the best version of yourself:

The finest

Prettiest

Skin Glowing

Hair always done

Nails done

Just That Girl, Okay?!

Whether I am being casual or saditty, I am That Girl, ten toes down.

Do you know why I choose to show up as That Girl no matter what?

Because I remember when I was this girl:

Now, to be clear I have had NO cosmetic procedures. I just grew up, slimmed down, filled up in the right spots, figured out what to do with my hair and skin care, etc. There's really nothing wrong with me in the above photo except for how I felt about myself. I thought I was ugly so my confidence was low, and I did not think I was deserving of love or the finer things in life.

Naturally, the guys around me treated me how I felt about myself.

But when I believed that I was all that and a bag of chips, I definitely gave that in my aura and appearance, but I still entertained a childhood love. I don't doubt that he loved me but he treated me as the girl in the green dress and would get annoyed when I demanded better.

But you know what, it's not his fault. He was treating me like the $2 Hoe he meant in the sixth grade - and not because I was actually a $2 hoe, but when I use that term, I mean a person who feels like they are less then.

If he had met me today, he probably would have admired me from a distance because he would've knew he could not provide what I require. But because he met me in another life chilllllle, he thought yesterday's price was today's price, but it wasn't - hints why I finally dumped him.

Every person I met after the age of 23 is completely different from people I met in my adolescent years. This isn't tea or shade to my close girlfriends, but as you get older and your values change, you realize that the conversations you are having in new circles feels more natural because the older conversations are beneath you.

This whole $2 hoe thing applies not only to dating, but your friends and the conversations you entertain as well - it's like a frequency you admit, a low vibrational frequency.

For example: I have friends who still "roster date" - meaning they have a routine/rotation of men that they go out with - which is their prerogative. I am a happily monogamous woman who is on her way to engagement and soon there after, marriage.

mon amour

There are conversations that I don't want to have anymore. I don't want to hear how you feel played by the man you knew was married, or how John and Joe found out about each other, etc.

The conversations now should be about investing, skin care regiments and medical spa recommendations, marriage, children, family, whether to be a stay at home mom or to pursue careers, and how to go about being mothers, wives and financially comfortable, how to support our future husbands: these are the conversations that peak my interest.

I left the block about five years ago. Once in a blue, I go back home to visit family and get my hair done, but I don't make a big deal or announcement about my arrival because I am not trying to invite the rift raft that comes with it.

The block is no longer my Ohana.

I have created my own.

Sometimes leaving home and cutting off old friends and leaving romances from our early years sounds scary, but my dear, you will not regret it.

Now, my girlfriends that I have known for over 10+ years know I'm not talking about them because we all still talk. But is there some distance between some of my old girlfriends and I?

Absolutely.

And that's okay. You're real friends will understand that because we're all growing and changing. It's called evolution.

Evolve

Grow

Be that girl.

And if someone tries to make you feel bad for that, especially a man: unfollow, block, throw away everything that person gave to you, sever the soul tie.

As always ladies,

God is King

Be beautiful.

With love,

Sarah Chanel

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princesssascha · 1 year ago

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The Art of Manifestation 101

A guide that will change your life.

Understanding the Basics of Manifestation

1. Clarity Is Key

To manifest effectively, you must be clear about what you want. Vague desires lead to vague results. Take the time to define your goals precisely. Ask yourself: What do I want to manifest? Why do I want it? How will it positively impact my life?

2. Affirmations

Affirmations are positive statements that reinforce your desired outcome. When used correctly, they can reprogram your subconscious mind to align with your goals. Create a list of affirmations related to your desires and repeat them regularly. Don't think "oh I'm manifesting my dream body". Instead simply say your affirmations like a reminder, for example: "all my dream clothes fit me perfectly because I have the perfect body type for them".

If you struggle with what to affirm like me I like to go on Pinterest and search "__ affirmations". Read some and choose one or two that resonate with you.

3. Visualization

Visualization is a potent manifestation technique. Close your eyes, imagine your desired outcome in vivid detail, and immerse yourself in that mental image. Visualization helps you cultivate the feeling of having already achieved your goal. It's important to not just imagine it but really feel it instead. Manifesting money? See it, touch it, smell it and feel the happiness fill your body.

4. Release Doubt and Limiting Beliefs

Doubt and limiting beliefs can block the manifestation process. Recognize and challenge these negative thoughts. Replace them with affirmations that empower you and support your desires. Self concept affirmations are really helpful, here are a few suggestions:

"I am limitless"

"I don't chase, I attract. What belongs to me will simply find me"

"I deserve the life I want"

"I am ready to receive blessings"

The Manifestation Process

1. Set Your Intention

Start by setting a clear intention. State what you want to manifest, and be specific. Write it down and keep it visible to remind yourself daily.

2. Raise Your Vibration

Your vibrational frequency plays a significant role in the manifestation process. Engage in activities that raise your vibration, such as practicing gratitude, meditation, or things that bring you joy. Activities that allow you to connect to your body (such as dancing) or calming (painting etc.) can also be great for increasing your vibrations.

3. Detach from the Outcome

Manifesting often requires letting go of the need to control every detail. Trust the universe to bring your desires to you in the best possible way and at the right time. If you won't believe that the universe can do it then it won't.

4. Take Inspired Action

While manifestation is a powerful tool, it doesn't mean you can sit back and do nothing. Take inspired actions that align with your desires. These actions help bridge the gap between the spiritual and physical realms.

5. Be Patient and Persistent

Manifestation doesn't always happen overnight. It's essential to be patient and persistent. Maintain your focus and continue to believe in the process even when you encounter setbacks.

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radical-revolution · 7 months ago

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Throughout my life, I always had questions I yearned to ask the Divine. Even before I realized my intuitive connection to the Universe, I was always considering questions like—why am I here? what is real? Who am I? Where is God?

Perhaps like me, you are filled with such burning questions; like drops of curiosity flowing from an uncontainable pouring faucet of inquiry that no amount of wisdom seems to satisfy.

As I reflect upon the depths of my journey, what actually satisfied my desire to know the answers to these questions was the surprising experience of having the Divine begin to ask me questions. The moment Divinity began asking me questions, everything began falling into place.

The Divine asked me questions like:

Are you willing to make the most courageous decisions in your life, as a sign that you are ready to embody the wisdom you’ve been given—no matter the response or risk of loss?

Are you willing to make the wisest choices throughout your life—even when a part of you fears you’ll be missing out in some way?

Are you willing to make the most empowered choices to energetically help others develop more resonance and less fear for those types of decisions in their life?

Will you trust the Divine I AM enough to make the choices that others don’t have to understand or agree with in order to move forward in your journey?

It was as if the questions the Divine was asking me helped me understand my purpose as a doorway of light; the more often I made the wisest, most contagious, and empowered choices available to me, I was permitting higher frequencies of light to enter the atmosphere of the world. All I had to do was be willing to say “yes” to the exact choices that I innocently distracted myself from considering and choosing by engaging the Universe in a lightning round of endless inquiry.

No matter how many questions you may have for Source to answer, what if the satisfaction you seek will only be so deeply felt when you begin considering and answering the questions the Universe may ask of you. While it’s always your choice, what if the true happiness, infinite expansion, purest fulfillment, and most palpable elation you desire doesn’t come from the things you hope to manifest, but by being the living answer to the questions that allow higher vibrational energy to enter the planet through the choices you embrace?

May today be a chance to set your biggest questions aside by daring to be the living answer only your most powerful (and sometimes unpopular) choices can create. You are ready for this step. Your entire life has prepared you to do exactly what you know needs to be done. There is nothing to fear. I am with you every step of the way.

All for Love,

Matt

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ultravioart · 4 months ago

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I have been going through Overwatch lore again, especially the video content, and I noticed that Overwatch is probably using 'sacred geometry' as a basis for it's scifi-magics?

(Please note I am not spiritual/religious and do not follow this belief. These are simply observations of what Overwatch has used.)

Shambali/Iris: uses chakra locations + 'sacred geometry' patterns in the Iris design. This part isn't that strong but it's notable. We do know Aurora's sentience is tied to quantum mechanics in lore, and we can make a guess omnic energy (only omnics can use omnic energy, not much is elaborated) is perhaps a 'scifi-magic' version of quantum mechanics (like how Tracer uses scifi magic time powers, etc). 'Sacred geometry' places a large importance on light as a form of conciousness, and Aurora's ascension involved her becoming light and becoming a geometric pattern. As seen with Sigma, Zenyatta floats with no explanation, but under 'sacred geometry' systems it makes perfect sense as Zenyatta tapped into his abilities through sacred geometry practices (meditation, etc).

Sigma: He is a direct reference to 'the song of the spheres' (hearing the melody of the universe by being able to sense 'sacred geometry') + his weapon's shapes represent 'aether' aka 'universe' according to sacred geometry/alchemy. Sigma has a singularity directly within his 'source' chakra location (explaining his mental state), and his gravity powers can be explained through sacred geometry spiritual practices (floating, etc). Sigma states 'the melody is a harness' backwards in his origin short, and sacred geometry seems to place importance on patterns, frequencies, and connecting with the 'vibrations' of the universe.

LifeWeaver: in his hero origin short, the 'flower of life' symbol is shown in his biolight tree. This is an undeniable explicit reference to sacred geometry, and it would make sense that his biolight tech works because hardlight tech can exactly trace (atomic level) the 'sacred geometry' of the universe to power healing.

Moira: Honestly it's pretty funny, but apparently 'sacred geometry' also deals with genetics. Moira's character makes COMPLETE sense if sacred geometry is the sci-fi-magics system in Overwatch. Moira is wanting to 'evolve' humanity (a conspiracy followed by sacred geometry believers that humans are on the cusp of a spiritual evolution through frequencies/patterns in dna), and if Moira's work taps into sacred geometries, it explains why others were unable to replicate her experiments (as confirmed in declassified). If one meddles where they shouldn't and disrupts cycles, according to sacred geometry beliefs, they can become ill. Moira has been meddling, explaining why her arm is deteriorating. Reaper's powers are also explained, as how can Reaper's conciousness remain if his body and brain becomes a mist? If it's through genetics solely, sacred geometry would allow that. (I personally prefer the idea Reaper's conciousness has been recorded digitally and he lives within nanobots, which explains how Ramattra could have created failed recreations of conciousness in Wargod Ana, etc. It is canon that nullsector has created botched recreations of certain heroes like Ana, etc. But sacred geometry explains reaper within genetics alone.)

Ngl I never was a fan of overwatch having true magic/spirits because it ruined many aspects of the story ('Do omnics have souls' was a huge rhetorical question in Overwatch, but if Kitsune spirits exist then yeah no duh omnics do have souls lol.) Also confirming Shinto beliefs as the 'correct' religion is pretty awful to do in Overwatch since it's so focused on a global, diverse cast. I would much prefer no true magic/spirits which legitimizes all faiths as personal beliefs OR have a universal scifi-magics source which legitimizes all faiths as real and drawing from the same source. And with sacred geometry, it's vague enough to apply to pretty much any culture, as 'the flower of life' patterns has showed up in various cultural arts (... because its a combination of circles.)

Anyways, I will look through more lore to see if I can find more instances of 'sacred geometry' being referenced in Overwatch, but Sigma and LifeWeaver are the main supporting evidence pillars of this hypothesis! Then the Shambali/Iris stuff can be inferred. And Moira is a fun guess lol.

#overwatch #overwatch 2 #overwatch theory #ow #ow2 #text #long text #sacred geometry #honestly if ow HAD to include a magic system (which i don't want. i like the scifi) sacred geometry is probably the least offensive lol #it delves into cerebral scifi and cosmic horror aspects which i don't mind for overwatch #also i don't think its a one to one or anything. simply just using patterns as a power source.#tw religion #tw spirituality #/negative #<I am critical of overwatch canonizing only one religion within a diverse global cast as 'the correct one.' feels antithetical.

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cosmichighpriestess · 9 months ago

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My spiritual journey.

The truth is, when you make the decision to go within yourself and choose Source it will take you the furthest you can ever go or even fathom going by taking the path less traveled. It is truly a magical, unreal joyride experience and not for the faint of heart especially in the beginning. Because your higher self will essentially say, "Oh, you think you're ready to exit the matrix and experience your true soul? Are you ready to be the conscious creator of your reality, transform your life and others lives and own your darkness and light? Are you going to let them silence you and manipulate, gaslight, downplay you, control you? Are you going to keep diminishing your own light, ignoring your unhealed wounds and run away from yourself? Are you going to choose serving your ego over your own heart for temporary satisfaction? Are you going to keep ignoring your ego deaths and ignoring your heart? Are you going to be the victimized or the victor? Are you going to thrive and survive the honest way or are you going to lie, use, cheat, and steal to gain from others?

Are you going to spend your time on gossip, slander, false illusions, and unimportant surface level bullshit or are you going to focus on helping the world and becoming the best version of yourself? Are you going to rush through this initiation process? Or are you going to realize that it's not a race and there's no one you're competing against except yourself. Are you going to light up this world or are you going to add more darkness to it? Are you going to embrace the ups and downs and learn lessons from them? Are you going to trust God or are you going to keep trusting in your non preferred realities? Are you going to be part of a religious cult or are you going to be a creator and find God within you? Do you understand the power you carry and will you not abuse it? Let's see if you can handle this." And boom as soon as you make that decision to surrender to God and this divine path. You're faced with a challenge, a problem that tests your strength, integrity, resilience, faith, sanity and makes you question if God/Source is against you or hurting you because you chose this path of going against what everyone else is doing and following.

Are you going to curse God, others and yourself or are you going to see from the higher perspective that you put this problem in front of yourself to grow from? I've been on this path for a very long time alone. I signed up for this but there were plenty of times where I wanted to give up and go back home to God, not realizing at the time I could come back home any time I wanted by coming back to myself and learning how to astral travel. Do I have to share all my wisdom and save others? No. In my opinion I don't. There's millions of people who are asleep in the matrix who are raising the vibration and frequency of their planet just by existing and doing their own thing completely unaware they are asleep. I don't need to wake them up. People have their own inner knowing, their own higher selves, and their own spirit guides to help them, that's why you don't need to force anyone into doing anything and giving them your formula. They need to find what works best for them. But from a higher perspective their spirit guides sent me to them and it would be a crime to not to share what has worked for me and my wisdom because it's not about me, it's about others and helping others who are searching for that guidance. It's not about me, it's about balancing the vibrations of the planet so that we do not destroy ourselves. I am here to bring Heaven down on Earth and help others live happily ever after right now.

So about my spiritual journey, from a third person perspective as advised by my guides to tell this story, from a very young age, little Rose was placed in Catholic School when she was five years old. By the time she turned ten she was already traumatized by the Catholic church and done with everyone's brainwashing, abuse, sexual abuse from Catholic priests and abusive older nuns who still used rulers as punishment for getting out of line. She had never experienced so many people who claimed to be good Catholics who were nothing but evil or dark. But there was a few pros that she learned from Catholic school. She mostly had excellent teachers who she really admired and little Rose knew how to operate a computer, type, she remembered the definitions to large words, she could dance, sing in front of others on stage and write in cursive and she met the most wonderful music teacher who taught her how to play piano and sing. She had friends, she made friends easily, she had best friends and she had sleepovers and all the normal things kids do together but her friends always treated her a little bit different than everyone else after a period of time went by they all turned on her. By the time she turned eleven she begged her parents to put her into the public school system and she became the most popular girl in class, at least in her delusions as she was treated... At first. It was the first time in her life she felt accepted and wanted. But something was off, she couldn't get into this new school system, it felt too forced, it felt like she was going against herself just to keep up and get good grades.

She was naturally gifted at many things but not math and other subjects that felt forced. She had the ability to see the future, to see spirits and this scared her to death. Spirits would haunt her and talk to her when she was alone. She didn't want to be at school all the time either. Too much energy that didn't belong to her. She had no idea she was psychic and she was feeling everyone's energy making her sick very often having to leave school. Her father treated her like the scapegoat so she mostly tried to isolate herself from him. She was pressured to be perfect at everything like her older brother was. But she didn't know she was neurodivergent and that these outdated school systems were not built for her to thrive in. So she started skipping class in fifth grade. She just wanted a break from the noise in her head. This went on until senior year of high school, she rebelled because her life felt so controlled, so fake, so limited, so pointless and so boring. She was smart enough to pass all her classes and graduate from school but she never felt like she was good enough for anyone because she was expected to be perfect. And everyone ended up rejecting her and bullying her except for the pure hearted ones she knew but wasn't close with. Even though her boyfriend's abused her and cheated on her half the time and her friends kept betraying her and stealing from her, she still remained optimistic after she dealt with the pain and she was still hopeful about her future and let things roll off her shoulder even if she shed a few tears making her appear unstable. She felt very secure in herself more than other people realized. She ran away from home at eighteen years old from abuse at home.

People were always perceiving her and her situations incorrectly. She felt like she always had to prove her worth. Taking her kindness as something else, her availability as an excuse to waste her time, taking her boundaries as something else, taking her silence as something else. It was neverending misunderstandings and people taking her kindness for weakness, naivety and even flirting when she was just being kind because that's what she tried to be. She was a very loyal friend and girlfriend. But she couldn't go anywhere or do anything without being gossiped about or bullied. She had great style and she was naturally pretty. People threw their entire bodies at her just to steal a kiss without her consent because they mistook her friendship and kindness for flirting. People were not used to someone viewing them so deeply, seeing them for who they are inside and talking to them like they were very important and special. Basic human decency. But always mistaken for romantic interest. When they couldn't have her, they had to destroy her and curse her. Her best friend of four years that she lived with gave her a cursed necklace from her mother that was also a witch. Her mother didn't like Rose because she thought Rose was a bad influence on her daughter but it was actually the other way around. She was always lifting everyone up around her and making them feel good about themselves and their careers. But no one was doing the same for her. After she received the cursed necklace, almost identical to the necklace in Rosemary's baby, her life became very chaotic and demonic activity started. She became so depressed, so suicidal so full of hopelessness she even started having hellish nightmares every night.

They were so bad, so vivid, so terrifying they traumatized her, every morning she woke up in sweats, screams and tears. She even went to see doctors to get these nightmares to end. But nothing worked. She even tried to take her own life but failed. Her grandmother, now passed on, unknowingly saved her life with a phone call while she walked into the middle of the forest to lay down and die with the pills inside of her stomach. While in the hospital the same people that couldn't have her, control her, put her down and always misunderstood her tried to destroy her while she was already down in the hospital. But she was wiser and stronger. She looked around her and could see she was completely sane but something wanted her dead. She put the puzzle pieces together about her best friend giving her the cursed necklace and her boyfriend cheating on her with multiple women at the time, and banging her head into the couch, triggering more negative thoughts. Something was up. Why was everyone trying to kill her and destroy her around her? Why were her boyfriends all abusive and cheaters? She studied human psychology and learned everything she could about people and why they did these things to her. It all made sense. She was being targeted. But why? She saved herself by her own knowledge of psychology and realized these people around her weren't loyal and they didn't deserve her. And they also failed to take her down.

Rather than celebrating her failed attempt to take her own life, they tried everything to control her even more and conform to society even more. Rather than celebrating her uniqueness they guilt tripped her everyday into conforming and taking medication to numb herself. She became so numb, so dead inside so unlike herself and she dimmed herself down to please everyone around her. She was also in school at the time and knew she didn't belong there. People even told her that she didn't belong there because she had a beautiful singing voice and she should be focusing on music, not beauty school. But everyone else guilt-tripped her into becoming something she didn't want to be to be more like them. They always had weed for her and medication. She smoked herself to sleep every night and woke up smoking and all day in-between and her crowd usually encouraged it along with drinking. She went and partied every other night till 4 am. She met another man who was possessed by demons, he tried to kill her with his gun in the end. She blamed herself because she saw the red flags. He stalked her for years. She also had many paranormal experiences in between and abduction experiences that she could remember. That was her second contact with E.T.s that she could remember. The first being in childhood. But she was too afraid of them to talk about it. After she got away from the abusive relationship, she tried to heal herself but she lost most of her friends because she moved to a different town and most of them were his friends, not hers.

Fast forward, a man who had been stalking her for years, who she met previously in the abusive relationship finally got her attention and charmed his way into her life. She dreamed of being with him. She went to Italy to be with him. He was a real spy for the Russian intelligence, who was also stalking her and he was also a professional hitman, knife fighter and bodyguard as well as a history teacher, and famous singer. Those things fascinated her and she just wanted to be loved at that time. She dated very dangerous men who tried to kill her in the end. That was the story of her life. It seemed so unfair. She went into hiding and isolation because he kept threatening her after he did some horrendous things to her and she tried leaving him, like selling naked photos of her and forcing her to be with his best friend to test his loyalty to him. But he wouldn't let her go. Using her wits she outsmarted him and lost him by pretending to be someone else. He fell in love with her but if she pretended to be someone else he would lose interest. She successfully made him uninterested at the time, but he figured out that it was a facade later on and stalked her more for years to come. She gray rocked him. He knew her location and frequently showed up unannounced, so she didn't want to provoke him. But she did lose him for a while and got him off her back.

She was agnostic at the time but she knew something more existed because she had witnessed miracles before and she had seen spirits since childhood. In isolation, she went celibate and stopped talking to everyone. The nightmares continued. Horror show after horror show. She wanted to know what the meaning of it all was, if everything seemed so unfair, so pointless if everyone ended up betraying her, trying to kill her, if no one liked her for herself without mishandling her. What was the point? Why did she even exist? What was her purpose on Earth ?Just to suffer and be treated like garbage by everyone she ever knew? Not knowing that asking these questions she would be given an answer by the Universe. When the student is ready, the teacher will appear. The Universe began sending synchronicities to her even though the signs were always there. She just wasn't noticing them. She came across a very enlightened being, Audrey who was older than her and wiser. She shared many of her downloads with her and unlocked some answers that she needed. They were exactly what she needed to hear. She also met with a metaphysical doctor, who had worked and studied with the Dalai Lama and she taught her how to meditate and do breath work in order to heal herself and her body. It was the first time that she ever discovered there was a whole other world within her. She started meditating more and more and receiving her own downloads and her own wisdom that she could use to heal herself from all of the betrayal and her broken heart, trauma and nightmares. One night after being fed up with the nightmares, she said, " If there is a God, please take away these nightmares from me. I can't handle them anymore. They are destroying my life. Please forgive me for ignoring you before, but I want to believe in you." She said the, Our father that she remembered from Catholic school. And the nightmares stopped. She couldn't believe it.

She was so thankful because nothing else worked, but prayer did. She felt protected for the first time in her life, not knowing she was always watched over from the very beginning. How else would she survive all of those attacks? She was starting to find her own light and she was finally starting to remember who she was before everyone told her who she was. The more she faced her own darkness, the more her light grew stronger everyday. She didn't have to search for any of these teachers and the doctor outside of herself, the Universe sent them to her without her having to lift a finger or pay a cent. The enlightened, light worker, Audrey taught her that manifestation was possible because her life was like a fairy's dream world, she saw life through rose colored glasses, she saw all the technicolors of the rainbow and it reflected her outer reality. Audrey created it all transforming into a completely different person than her previous life much like Rose. So being inspired, Rose began manifesting a new life for herself in isolation because she saw it was possible for others so why wouldn't it be possible for her? She had already discovered, The Secret and many other manifestation success stories but the last time she tried manifesting, they were not her preference and they turned bad, like manifesting a trip and a relationship but she was sick the entire time, and the relationship was unhealthy and dangerous to her well being.

At first she blamed the Universe and then she realized she was trying to change her outer world without changing her inner world first and that was the reason her manifestations turned sour. Our external realities can only ever match our internal state. Her internal state was not her preference. She eventually started a family and became pregnant and she lived with a new man who she knew already for a year but had several red flags but she ignored her intuition. Of course he turned out to be just like the others. But this time she blamed herself. She had no one else to blame except for herself because she knew that her self-worth was so low to think that was what she deserved. But in her defense he did pretend to be a nice guy in the beginning, future faked her, controlled her, manipulated her everyday and trapped her with a baby. First, she had a very painful miscarriage and then she was pregnant with her second baby, Meadow. He was so abusive. He even yelled at her for having a miscarriage. Even though it wasn't her fault. He threw a party where everyone was smoking cigarettes around her and she had a miscarriage that night knowing she was pregnant, they blew smoke in her face. While she was in pain he was laughing at her and then yelling at her for bleeding. She couldn't believe that she chose this person to be her partner. But she was a non-conformist and she truly believed in magic and in manifestation. So she knew that she could manifest a beautiful life for herself and her daughter. So as soon as she became pregnant again, she began manifesting a new life for her daughter. Because she never wanted her daughter to experience the life that she did. She deserved more and only the best. The Universe began testing her and testing her faith and testing her faith and testing her faith. She was passing all the "tests" not knowing that she was sending the challenges to herself. Her star family, the E.T.s made their connection with her first in the astral realm and then began getting her attention in physical reality more.

Because she was open to receiving and meditating, she was downloading a lot of information and sharing it online. She was processing a lot of information and learning a lot about herself and the Universe. Once her daughter was born, she dedicated her entire life to her because her daughter's father was just there to pay the bills, yell and not be of any emotional support. Her only emotional support was herself, God and her star family. They held her up, and kept sending downloads of information and even when she went through postpartum depression she fought her way out of it and by then she had already quit smoking weed before she was pregnant for obvious reasons. She asked God to give her strength to quit. A year went by. The abuse continued to get worse. And he was always in a silent competition with her, putting her down as a parent. Judging her for having empathy for her daughter because he had none. She finally found the strength to leave him. He knew that she was unhappy. So he let her go. She finally began to find herself and feel happiness again with her daughter and co-parenting with him. Eventually months passed and she was in a new relationship with a genuinely kind man in Australia. But of course she's self-sabotaged because he was too good to be true and met another man, a multi-millionaire, famous trader Lamborghini collector, who manipulated her, who was her twin flame who cheated on her and got multiple girls pregnant and she decided she was never going to date again. She laughed the entire time. Because at this point it was so predictable what someone was going to do to her. It was like a sick joke. But of course she picked herself up again and everything seemed better for a while.

Until it was only a matter of time before things would turn dark again. Her happiness would never last for long. But this time she had God on her side and she had her spiritual team. This time she was stronger and wiser If anyone was going to attack and betray her again. Her family treated her like a burden because where else would she go, if no men she ever knew were safe and she was autistic and at the hands of her caretakers. The enemy wanted her dead for good. And they did everything they could to get a reaction out of her. But she was wise on manipulation tactics by now. They started a smear campaign against her and turned her whole family and everyone she knew against her. Her father tried to physically attack her next to her daughter but she was prepared because she had a feeling he was going to attack her that day and she was carrying pepper spray. She told everyone that if anything happened to her it was her father that did it. Her mother somehow saw the post even though they weren't friends and passed out wherever she was at and went to the hospital. Her father, furious of being exposed went for the double attack on his own daughter and this time he brought her aunt and uncle who were jealous of her entire life and always put her down and talked badly about her. Even though she always went out of her way to help her family when they needed her. The jealousy and the hatred was more powerful to them. They had no problem believing her father's lies about her.

All because they felt justified in attacking her and forcing their way into her home but she already had the police on the line and she ran to the neighbor's house for safety where they also blamed her for the situation she was in. God saw everything. God was furious. Everyone felt justified in kicking her while she was already down. Everyone was jealous of her for some reason. Because how dare she exist. As if she hadn't already been through enough. But they always misunderstood her and never tried to get to know her or anything of her past. They never believed her stories and always took side with her abusers. There was only one family number left that truly cared about her. She stayed with her daughter's father, because she had nowhere else to go. By then they were already on good terms and getting along. He still had feelings for her. But really he wanted to destroy her life and make her pay for leaving him the first time. His demons came out very often. He was angry all the time always yelling at his daughter and her. Fast forward until now, he tried to destroy her and started a smear campaign against her. All his friends and family turned against her. Of course she was the villain again.

All because she called people out on their abuse when she couldn't take it anymore. She stayed silent long enough. God exposed his smear campaign in his phone while she was walking by one day. Apparently she was just a body to sleep with, a good lay, a maid, a cook and a babysitter to her own daughter, with no friends according to his perception of her. My title was not a mother but a babysitter? A maid? That's how low he thought of her. His girlfriend laughed at me and never even met me once. His best friend thought I was the worst person in the world. Never even knowing me or meeting me. He was so disrespectful and she gave him a beautiful daughter and her body and all her love. She was so kind. So patient. So nurturing to people who couldn't receive her love. Because it was true authentic, unconditional love and not the fake stuff they are used to. She wasn't a people pleaser anymore and they didn't like it. But they could not help themselves from talking badly about her to all of their friends and family because they felt justified and they felt triggered by her presence. He was jealous of her beauty and her light. He was ugly on the inside and it reflected outwardly. He yelled at her everyday even though she already had PTSD. He loved kicking her while she was already down.

She was unintentionally triggering everyone around her and aggravating the demons within everyone around her, not knowing that she was the light in the dark everywhere she went. God was the only one who got me through everything. My spirit team and God, without them I would be dead. I didn't realize this story was going to be so long, but of course I had to skip through some parts. I manifested a beautiful life for myself and my daughter and nothing and no one can take it away from me now. And you could judge me and say," well you could have avoided all of that if you would have just conformed to society and follow the pack and be like us." But then I wouldn't be who I am today and I wouldn't become a leader and I would be going against myself and my passions. I will never explain my decisions to anyone anymore. If someone is hating on you or your decisions, they are projecting their own fears onto you that do not belong to you in the first place, and if they are bullying you, they are already beneath you because there's something about you they wish they had. When they go low you go higher. If they give you their negative energy, eat it and then spit it out. Use it for your own fuel. My decisions in the past didn't make sense because God had a higher plan and it will never look normal from the outside lens. I had to move in silence my entire life, I could never share good news with anyone without them being jealous or hateful or trying to destroy it in any way they could. I had blind faith when I found God. You will look insane for having blind faith. But I am living proof that you can survive anything with God. They threw me to the wolves and I came out leading the pack. Nothing can destroy me. Nothing can destroy you with God. God said, be anxious for nothing.

I made things harder for myself by staying anxious at times. I went through hell so that other people don't have to go through it. The same rules don't apply to me. It was very unfair what I went through but it will also look very unfair what I am going to receive in the future. God has my back. God will do it for me. You don't have to suffer so much to choose this path. I do not believe that suffering is a virtue and that is why I teach ways to handle what I went through in a nonjudgmental way that empowers people, helps them change their reality by going within first and reprogramming yourself first. To help you see that it doesn't have to be hard because knowledge is power. I have been targeted for a very long time because I am a threat to the system. They have targeted every aspect of my life in hopes that I conform to society's failing systems so that I do not become a threat. But God always wins, the light always wins no matter what. They cannot touch you when you have God on your side.

No matter how horrible of a situation you may be in or it may feel like, remember that it always serves you. You can always use the negative and positives for your benefit to learn from in some way. You do this mainly by staying neutral to meaningless situations because life is meaningless until you define it with your definitions. Use the negative to your benefit. That is one of the greatest gifts we've ever been given. Once you accept a situation or how you are feeling, then you drop all resistance, and with that you can receive help from your spiritual helpers. Remember that the help is always coming to you at every single moment, but not everyone is willing to receive that help because they have resistance because they have not accepted everything as it is.

Everything and everyone is perfect as they are, they are all playing their roles perfectly. No matter how dark they can get. The help is always on its way to you at all times. There's nothing to fear ever. Because fear is an illusion. There are no scratches on me. I'm very abundant. I'm very optimistic and happy, I'm very resilient and very mentally strong. I turned my wounds into power. When you choose to relate to all things in a loving way, nothing can really trigger you. I had unconditional love and compassion for everyone that hurt me. I saw right through them so that I could understand them. If you ever wantssomeone to calm down when they're angry, all you have to do is just see them. See them clearly and let them know that you see them and you see how much pain they are in to treat innocent people that way.

My wounds were a gift. I transmuted all of that energy for my own benefit to serve the world. You will always learn more from pain than you ever will from having a perfect life. You will always learn more from a person hurting you than a person who is always kind to you. But I do not want anyone else to go through what I did. You can maneuver through any situation with the right tools. And I offer those tools everyday. I am more than optimistic, I'm a powerful creator. I'm an alchemist. I am a sacred rebel. I'm an artist. I'm multifaceted. I'm connected. I'm psychic. I'm telepathic. I'm a time traveler. I'm immortal. I'm a teacher. I'm a channeler. I am a transformer and shapeshifter and transmuter. I am a high priestess now. This is the life of a chosen one and generational curse breaker.

Tell me it wasn't worth it to become what I am now. I completely transformed my inner world so now I only have things to look forward to. My fears are far behind me. If you think that good things will happen to you, they will, the opposite is also true. It is all within your own belief system. Always remember that you will always find relief no matter what situation you are going through. I discovered so many hidden parts of myself and so many past lives explaining why I went through these things. Everyone in my life apologized to me and made a 180 in how they treat me now. They respect me finally and that was shocking to witness because one day I woke up and everything shifted. Everyone was mortified in the way they treated me. They mostly just wanted their karma to end. But I forgive everyone and I forgive myself. My spiritual Awakening was the catalyst to all of my fulfillment, all of my self-empowerment and all of my abundance. I am so much more emotionally mature now and so much more grounded and I have so much more self-love and respect for myself than I ever could have if I just had a perfect life with no struggles. But for now I need to take a long break and I need a long vacation. It's a beautiful day, it's a beautiful life. I love you so much. Thank you so much for reading. 🙏

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Frequency Subliminals Vs Affirmation Subliminals

Helloo hope you’re doing well !

So if you’re using subliminal during your intent to shift you probably come across different kinds of subliminal. And you probably saw this ‘Hz’ in some titles follow by a number as example ‘888’. Today I’m going to explain the difference between: Frequency Subliminals (ex: 888Hz) and Affirmations Subliminals (speed up affirmation)

Disclaimer: I’m not a English speaker so you could catch mistakes here and there. I am not professional whatsoever I’m just giving you the information I have in order to help you. feel free to correct me

So now …

What are subliminals ?

Subliminals are audio messages designed to bypass your conscious mind and directly influence your subconscious. They are typically embedded in music, white noise, or other audio forms at a frequency or volume that is below the level of conscious hearing. The idea is that by repeatedly exposing yourself to these messages and frequency , you can influence your thoughts, beliefs, physical change, mood, mindset ect… to align more closely with your desired outcomes.

Usually with affirmation Subliminals the messages will be speed up affirmation that can also be combined with frequency.

But what about frequency subliminal ?

Frequency Subliminals:

Frequency subliminals use specific sound frequencies to help you enter a desired state of mind or energy centers in the body. They are also known as binaural beats (brainwaves) or isochronic tones.

How they work :

• Brainwave Entrainment: Frequency subliminals often use binaural beats or isochronic tones. Binaural beats involve playing slightly different frequencies in each ear, which the brain then processes as a single, new frequency. This process can lead to brainwave entrainment, helping you reach specific brainwave states like Alpha (relaxed), Theta (meditative), or Delta (deep sleep).

• Chakra Balancing: Some frequency subliminals are designed to resonate with specific chakras or energy centers, helping to balance or activate them. Activate them for what ? So, I find this post on Pinterest that explains great why : « The Universe responds to your frequency. It doesn't recognize your personal desires, wants or needs. It only understands the frequency in which you are vibrating at. For example, if you are vibrating in the frequency of fear, guilt or shame, you are going to attract things of a similar vibration to support that frequency. If you are vibrating in the frequency of love, joy and abundance, you are going to attract things to support that frequency. It's like tuning into a radio station. You have to be tuned into the radio station you want to listen to just like you have to be tuned into the energy you want to manifest in your life. ». So basically you can also listen to subliminal frequency to manifest a a desired state of mind .

Benefits for Shifting:

• Deep Relaxation: Frequency subliminals can help you relax and reach the meditative states necessary for shifting:

• Delta Waves (0.5-4 Hz): Deep sleep, restorative processes. • Theta Waves (4-8 Hz): Light sleep, relaxation, creativity, deep meditation. • Alpha Waves (8-12 Hz): Relaxation, calm but alert state, awake but resting, eyes closed, not mentally concentrating on any one subject or task (this is where the hypnagogic state happen) • Beta Waves (12-30 Hz): Active thinking, focus, receiving sensory stimulation or engaged in concentred mental activity.

• Energy Alignment: They may assist in aligning your energy with your desired reality by targeting specific vibrational frequencies.

Examples of Frequencies Used:

• 432 Hz: Often associated with deep relaxation and harmony.

• 528 Hz: Known as the “miracle tone,” associated with transformation and DNA repair.

• Theta Waves (4-8 Hz): Used to access deep meditative and hypnotic states, ideal for visualization.

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Affirmation Subliminals:

Affirmation subliminals are positive affirmations within the audio, usually masked by music or other sounds. These positive statements/affirmations are that reflect your desired reality or mental state, repeated over and over to influence you but they’re hidden in the audio at a volume under your conscious hearing so your conscious mind doesn’t catch them only to influence your subconscious mind. It’s not as complicated as it sounds i promise!

How They Work:

• Repetition: The more your subconscious hears these positive statements, the more it starts to believe them. By repeatedly exposing your subconscious to positive statements, these beliefs can start to replace the negative or limiting beliefs. • Unconscious Programming: Cause the affirmations are usually hidden below the audible level, meaning you might not consciously hear them sometimes, but your subconscious mind can still pick them up. Your subconscious is doing all the work for you

Benefits for Shifting:

• Belief Reprogramming: They help you build the belief systems necessary to support your shifting goals. Also can help during a reprogramming your mind session for shifting.

• Positive Mental State: Affirmations can improve your mental state, boosting confidence and reducing doubt, which are helpful for successful shifting.

Examples of Common Affirmations:

• “I easily shift to my desired reality.”

• “I am in control of my shifting journey.”

• “My mind and body are aligned with my desired reality.”

Choosing Between Frequency and Affirmation Subliminals:

Personal Goals:

• If you’re looking to achieve deep relaxation, balance your energy, or meditate deeply, frequency subliminals might be a good choice.

• If your goal is to reprogram your beliefs and reinforce positive thoughts, affirmation subliminals could be more effective.

Combining Both:

Many people find it beneficial to use both types of subliminals together. You might listen to frequency subliminals to prepare your mind and body for shifting, followed by affirmation subliminals to reinforce the specific outcomes you desire.

Time of Use:

• Frequency Subliminals: During meditation, before bed, or when you need to zen out.

• Affirmation Subliminals: Can be used anytime, anywhere—while studying, chilling, or even sleeping

(both can be use at anytime throughout the day)

Tips for Using Subliminals:

•Try Making Your Own Subliminal: if you want you could make your own subliminal by putting specific information about your Dr instead of listening general ones. By making your own subliminals you could put in it whatever you want frequency, music, rain sound, white noise, affirmation….

• Be Consistent: Make listening to subliminals a daily habit. Consistency is key!

• Stay Hydrated: Drink water—you could feel dehydrated during your journey so don’t forget to drink water.

• Create a Routine: Find the best times to listen (like right before bed) and stick to it.

• Believe in the Process: Trust that it’s working, and be patient.

Remember, everyone’s different, so play around with both and see what works for you. If you have any questions feel free to ask! I hope it help you, you got this! Happy Shifting!

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TIMING: Daytime, June 7, 2024 LOCATION: Downtown PARTIES: Anita (@gossipsnake) & Paris (@welcometoparis) CONTENT: n/a SUMMARY: Anita comes across a strange newcomer and offers Paris some friendly lamia advice and some slightly less friendly fashion advice.

After a long trek of reading maps and pickpocketing the right people to afford the bus fare, Paris was in Wicked’s Rest with no more than the powder blue scrubs he wore and the camera he’d taken with him from the lab. He was practically vibrating with nerves, looking around at all the people who walked about the downtown area. Some people stared at him funny, and he was completely unaware of the spectacle he was making of himself, barefoot and lost. Not to mention the tail he had partially shifted with. No one had bothered to tell him, what would they say? Hey buddy, did you know you’ve got a tail? No, no one was going to make mention of the large scaly black and yellow tail that dragged and flicked around behind him.

His hair was long and unkempt from years of not being able to cut it, not able to take care of it. “Excuse me,” he finally spoke to a woman who stared at him. “What are people staring at?” Paris asked simply, innocently. He shifted back and forth on his bare feet, tail swishing behind him. His English was too proper, clear that it wasn’t his first language, that all of this was foreign to him. This wasn’t his mangrove back home. This was a town full of people who didn’t know of his kind, didn’t know of the atrocities that had been forced upon him.

He shuddered, then forced the memories of that terrible place out of his mind. “Oh. I am Paris. A pleasure to meet your acquaintance.” He thrust a hand out toward the woman, a bright smile on his face, though it didn’t quite meet his eyes.

Over the years Anita had seen far too many things - not just in this town but in life - to find herself truly shocked with any frequency. So as she was making her way through the summer crowds of downtown Wicked’s Rest and she came across a man, looking more out of place than anyone she had seen in a while, shock was not her first reaction. It was the reaction of a lot of people around her, however. Normally she didn’t care to put herself in the way of a negatively perceived spectacle so publicly. This was still a small town and people spread enough rumors about her drinking, womanizing, and strange fascination with insects. But this man had a tail. Not just any tail, a distinctly reptilian tail.

“They are staring at you, amigo,” Anita replied quickly, scanning the area for the most secluded area to hurry him off to. They were close enough to the bus terminal that she had to presume Paris was new to town. With the way he looked, the way he spoke, the way he wasn’t fully shifted - Anita didn’t know much but she knew this country was hard to come to as an outsider and only harder the more differences that were piled up. “You can’t be like this in public. If certain people see your tail they will not treat you well. You understand, Paris?” She took his hand, shaking it briefly before leading him down a side street off the main walk, hoping he would follow.

Tail? What tail? Paris whipped his head around and caught a glimpse of it, suddenly aware of why people were staring. “I did not mean to… I am not used to this.” He explained as he was made to follow. Who was this woman? Would she lead him somewhere that would lead him back to where he came from? Would he go back to that lab full of white coats no, he couldn’t keep thinking of that, he couldn’t let himself think of the atrocities that were committed against him. The tail disappeared after a moment of concentration, but he stayed where he was, too apprehensive to move. He couldn’t let himself be dragged somewhere he couldn’t escape, but… he also knew he needed someone to explain things to him.

After debating for a few moments, Paris finally forced his feet to move from under him, walking after the woman who may have been able to help him. Anything was better than nothing. It was hard to take that first step, toward someone who could very well be working for Ryan. He had approached her, so he had to take that leap, at least once. So that’s how he found himself off the path with the woman. “I do understand,” he spoke with a tone dripping with hesitation and apprehension. “At least, I am trying to understand.”

A few steps down the more secluded side street Anita stopped, partly to see if the stranger had followed and partly because if they were going to continue further out of the downtown area Paris would need to shift completely into his human form. She was pleased to see that he was, even if several feet behind her, following. “I’m Anita,” she offered, upon realizing she had never responded with the same courtesy he had offered. “It is obvious you are not used to this.” Just as she was about to go into a lecture about his tail, she looked behind him to see that it had been shifted away already. “Oh. Okay, good. So you know how do shift, yes? You just, what? Did not realize you were hauling that tail around?”

Looking up towards where they had come from, there were a few straggling onlookers who peered down the side street. Anita didn’t like how exposed everything felt. A few conversations to a few unsavory people about a strange new guy in town with a reptile tale and the local entomology professor who helped him out wouldn’t be good for either of them. “I don’t know where you were before here,” she paused as she gave him a once-over, “but to be in a town with so many humans around. You have to be careful. Did nobody teach you to be careful?”

Her name was Anita. It was easier to hold someone accountable for their actions when he had a name to call them by. Anita. The first friendly face Paris had come across since escaping the lab. Escaping or being allowed to leave? No, he still wasn’t thinking about it. It was easier when he didn’t have to think about it. He clenched and unclenched his fist, trying to bring himself back to the present, back to where he wasn’t trapped in a cell where people would poke and prod and pinch and stab and– Paris suppressed a full-body shudder that threatened to overtake him.

“I… am used to a tail. I suppose that I did not realize that it was there since I am so used to it.” Paris admitted, looking away in shame. “I know how, I simply am not used to doing it at will.” Was that too much information, would she be able to figure out his truth from one small admittance? Lie more, that same voice told him. “I do not know where I was before either,” another truth uttered from his lips, another reason he ended up the way he was. Too trusting, too curious. Dammit, dammit dammit, lie!

“I have not seen my family in many years,” Another truth.

“They taught me, but I…” didn’t listen, he didn’t say, brows knitting together at the realization. “I will be more careful,” he spoke decisively, nodding his head. “I am not used to humans if that was not made obvious enough already.” He swallowed. “Are you like me then? Not human?” He found himself asking. It would be easier to trust if he knew the person he was speaking with suffered the same fate he did, the fate of having to be amongst humans when they were not one.

The pauses, the way he seemed to avoid direct eye contact, the matted knots strewn throughout his hair - the pathetic picture that it all painted said a lot but the one thing it said loudest was that none of this was an act. She had no idea where he had come from or why he was here but Anita knew that if he kept wandering around looking and acting like this that his trip to Wicked’s Rest would undoubtedly be a short one.

“It just takes practice. Doing it at will.” Even though the crowd at the end of the street had dispersed, most of them having seen stranger things around here lately, the area was still too exposed for Antia to feel comfortable letting her own tale loose. Instead she allowed her scales to spread up across her chest and most of the way up her neck in response to his question. “Quite like you.” The scales dissipated just as quickly as they had appeared. “And I wouldn't want it any other way.”

“This town is dangerous, moreso if you’re not used to humans. If you’re just passing through, maybe I can help you get where you’re trying to go.” Oh god, Anita thought as she wondered if the insult Siobhan had hurled at her back in Ireland was true, was she getting soft?

As Anita revealed herself, the scales spreading up her upper body and neck, Paris’s eyes went wide with recognition. “There are more of us here?” He asked, leaning forward, eyes alight with excitement. “Zhēn de ma?” Really? This was good news, news that he hadn’t been led astray, that all those things he had heard were true, this place was a place for people like him. And if he couldn’t get back home to where he belonged, to his Mangrove in his little corner of the world, he could at least be here. That would make Dallas happy, his hatchmate who he had been closest to above all other siblings.

“I am glad to know that I am not alone in this town. There were many reasons why I shouldn’t have believed the rumors I heard.” Paris admitted, running a hand through his matted hair. “First, I need to find out how to get clothes and cut my hair,” he muttered more to himself, switching between his native tongue, English, and French. “I can do portrait art,” he then spoke, pointing to the camera that was around his neck. “I have skills, I just need to find a way to market it.” His face fell, realizing that he wouldn’t be able to succeed as he wanted to, but as a human did to make it in this world. Capitalism.

“I appreciate your help, but I think I shall take up residence here.” He decided, nodding his head, his expression full of conviction as he stared at the woman in front of him. “I do not trust humans, I have… experiences.” His tone darkened, as did his eyes. “I have heard of this internet, do you think they will like my portraiture?” Paris then asked, changing tracks as quickly as he could, not wanting to delve into his experiences with humans. He didn’t ever want to speak of it.

“What rumors?” Maybe they had been the same ones Anita had heard years ago that led her here, stories of how this placed seemed to pull in supernatural beings from all over. Even though she only understood every third word, it seemed apparent that he at least knew enough to know that he needed to make himself more presentable if he was going to get by. It, unfortunately, seemed like his plan to make money to make himself presentable involved performing a service that ultimately would require him to already be somewhat presentable for. “Yeah, photography’s a great skill. People love getting fancy photographs of themselves taken.” It was her, Anita was people. “Kinda a career you’ve gotta be on the grind for, though.”

If he weren’t a lamia this is probably where she would have walked away. Hell, if he weren’t a shifter she probably wouldn’t have even interfered back on the street. But he was, and while Anita didn’t have a clue what ‘experiences’ he had previously had with humans, she knew enough about this town to know that desperation led to dire consequences. “Okay,” she sighed, having mentally accepted to at least get him some basic necessities. “We’re going shopping, Paris. You need shoes. In this stupid fleshy form there are lots of things that can hurt our feet.”

She took a few steps further down the street, turning back this time to make sure he followed, “Vamos, pequeño ciervo.” Paris was lucky Anita was who found him. He was lucky she was being so generous. Did he have any idea how lucky he was? “Now, why do you not know about the internet? If you are going to do photography you need to use the internet, it’s the only way anyone does anything.”

“This town attracts all kinds,” Paris replied simply to Anita’s inquiry. He spoke as if it were obvious, as if everyone already knew it even if it weren’t the case. Paris looked down to his camera, flipping through the photos that had thankfully been kept safe, that hadn’t been deleted after all this time. It made him sentimental about home. He looked at the portraits he’d taken from earlier, how he’d been able to get here in the first place. Besides pickpocketing, he’d offered to take people’s photographs in exchange for directions. Turned out, that vain people like getting their photograph taken and providing assistance to those that seem unworthy of their time. Was Anita one such person?

Paris shifted on his feet, then looked back up at Anita from the camera. “I can take your photograph.” He told her, showing her the work he’d done previously, all carefully shot portraits with high contrast. “I know what I am doing, despite not having a formal education.” He let go of the camera, letting the strap around his neck hold the weight of it as he decided that he could, in fact, trust another lamia. If there was anyone he could trust, it was his own kind, but no one else. Even if it was trust, it was only going so far. “Shopping?” He echoed, disdain dripping in his voice. “I have never dressed myself before.” He admitted, fidgeting with the camera strap around his neck.

“I know of the internet, but my family kept to our mangrove, we did not trust humans.” He explained as they walked, Paris now acutely aware of the stares he was getting from strangers. He wasn’t blending in, this would attract Ryan’s attention. He had to try harder. “I can share my work on the internet?” He asked, figuring that it would be as good of an opportunity as he was going to get, all things considered. “You will teach me about this internet, yes?” He asked, leaning toward her with keen interest.

“And shoes… human bodies truly are too fleshy for their good, aren’t they?” It was the first time since springing free of the lab that he was able to talk freely about the wonders of the world he had not yet experienced, about how he had stepped on a sharp rock earlier and it hurt like hell, something that wouldn’t have happened if he were in his true form. “I do not think I like human innovation,” Paris grumbled as they walked into a store, eyes narrowing at the choices. “Clothes are overwhelming,” he decided then and there.

“Yes, it does. And all kinds includes very dangerous kinds.” Some of his scars were visible, not covered by the scrubs. Anita’s eyes traveled from those scars back to meet his gaze and she simply raised up her eyebrows in a knowing way, not really wanting to breach the topic explicitly. Thankfully, the topic shifted to his photos. She looked through the ones he showed her and they were quite good. Anita loved taking photos too but never of people only of insects. “Yes, you may take my photograph. But not here. Not today. I want to do my hair differently if you’re going to take a nice photo.” Then she paused, smiling softly, “Actually, maybe you could take my photo how I truly look.”

“That is obvious. But no worry, I will pick the shoes and the clothes. I have truly exceptional taste, you’ll see.” They were already downtown and there were a few decent boutiques nearby that would suffice for the time being - and a barbershop along the way, which was desperately needed. “My family did not trust humans either. But they taught me how to live among them instead of how to live in fear of them. They are just humans.” Anita nodded, thinking back to when she first met Metzli, thinking about all the things about society and pop culture that she had to teach them. “You will owe me many portraits, but yes, I will teach you about the internet. You’ll need to get a phone, at least. I might have an old laptop you can use until you can get one of your own.”

Shoes were an obvious first thing that they needed to get, though. One of the three basic requirements most establishments would kick you out for not having. “Very fleshy. Very vulnerable. But there is some protection in fitting in. Rangers, those who hunt us, can't detect us when we are fleshy. So we are vulnerable but we are hidden.” Anita walked over to the wall of shoes and grabbed a stylish yet seemingly comfortable pair of white and black sneakers. “Stand on this mat here, where the footprints are, it will say what size you need for the shoes.” As he did so, she grabbed a pack of socks from the wall nearby. “Clothes are fun. But, yes, some find them overwhelming. Put these on, I’ll grab you some clothes that are comfortable but stylish. This blue is really not doing anything for you.” She handed him the socks and sneakers in what appeared to be the right size and then wandered off towards the men’s clothing racks.

To say that Paris was overwhelmed with the fluorescent lights and hustle and bustle of the crowded store was a vast understatement. He followed Anita around like a lost little lamb, holding onto what he was given and doing as was instructed. The woman seemed to go around picking out things that worked for his color pallet, whatever that was. It was confusing and far too much, but he was grateful for the assistance all the same.

She was giving him useful information, giving him tips he’d need to not only fit in but to survive. “I appreciate your assistance,” Paris spoke with a grateful bow of his head. “I will take great photos of you, this is a promise I make.” He put on the shoes as instructed, sitting on the bench to pull them on. They were constricting and strange, but at least they would stop sharp rocks from stabbing into his feet.

They shopping continued, from T-shirts to button-downs and slacks to jeans and pairs of socks. “I do not have a place to store these things,” he admitted, frowning. “I will need to hold onto the bags.” Paris then narrowed his eyes, looking around. “Never mind, I have an idea.” He spoke, beginning to keep tabs on an elderly couple that was shopping around the store. He would follow them home and take care of things.

Anita spun around on her heels abruptly when he made her a promise, still a bit on edge following her trip to Ireland. “Don’t make promises to anyone. There are some creatures, not shifters but a species called fae, if you make a promise to them they can force you to live up to it. Just don’t say that phrase, okay?” After that warning, she shifted back to her more relaxed demeanor and proceeded to pick out a few outfits for Paris. She didn’t get too out of hand, mostly picking some basic staples so that he would have enough pieces to mix and match to get him through any given week.

Once he had the shoes on and joined her in the racks of clothes, Anita had him try on some things to make sure that they fit. Unsurprisingly she seemed to enjoy the mini fashion show a bit more than he did. After they found enough clothes to establish a basic wardrobe they went to check out and then she handed off the bags to Paris to carry. As they were heading to leave, however, his comment about having no place made her tense up slightly as she became worried that he was about to try and ask to stay with her. Before she could even think about the possibility, or what her response might be, he thankfully seemed to have an alternative idea in mind. She followed his eyeline and smirked, “Excellent.”

Anita checked her watch, she had a bit more time before she needed to head home for some party planning details. “Alright, there is a barber one street down and an electronic store not too far. I’ll get you a phone while you fix that mess on top of your head. After that I have to leave. I’ll put my number in the phone before I go.” She paused, not sure if it was a good idea or not but deciding to extend the invitation anyway, “I’m having a party tonight, actually. You should come.”

Furrowing his brows at Anita’s insistence, he nodded his head. “Okay, I can… do that.” Paris frowned, still unsure as to why, but then she explained it. He didn’t want to be bound to anyone ever again, and that sounded like a sure way to get himself into trouble like the first time. Fine, no promises. He could do that.

He enjoyed the fashion show only very little, feeling rather silly showing off these strange clothes to a woman he hardly knew. He’d have to find money for a phone, first and foremost. Then, he’d have to find a place to live. He could figure these things out rather easily. Especially with that elderly couple that was checking out and making their way out of the store. He’d follow them later.

He nodded his head distractedly as she talked about a phone, something he’d seen the workers of the lab often on, taking calls and typing away to someone unknown. “I appreciate your assistance,” Paris spoke as she took him toward the barber where he would cut his hair to just above his shoulders, feeling instantly better the second it was removed. He’d receive the cellphone and immediately send a text to Anita, which would make him feel less alone in this big, scary world.

And then? Then he would go to a party, whatever the hell that was, and he would stand in the corner of the room, watching the world go by with wide, terrified eyes. Yeah, it was going to take a while for Paris to finally fit in around town, but at least he had someone looking out for him.

#fitting in #paris #thread #chatzy #t:paris #c:paris #//i cant remember my writing tag so now it will forever have to be both rip #//this was so much fun i love lamias!!!

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