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dark-corner-cunning · 9 months ago

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The Enduring Power of the Oil Lamp: A Time-Honored Tool In Mountain Folk Magick

The Appalachian region is known for its enchanted mountains, which hold a deep-rooted past of practical but extraordinary techniques and traditions. Among them, one tool has stood the test of time - the oil lamp. This unassuming yet potent household item has been used worldwide throughout time. Also, it has been an essential part of mountain folk magick for generations, renowned for its effectiveness and versatility in money drawing, legal matters, love drawing, protection, asserting dominance, and aid in various long-ongoing workings.

A Purification & Path Clearing Working

Working The Oil Lamp:

Personally, I prefer using oil lamps for my own personal work instead of candles. One of the main reasons is that there is less mess and the ability to adjust the flame during my working to my liking. Another added benefit is that technically the lamp never has to be extinguished... However, in our busy modern lives, it's not always feasible to constantly monitor a burning source like fire. It is important to prioritize safety and practicality rather than adhering to tradition or the idea that the lamp can never be extinguished until completed. No working is worth the cost of losing your home or space!!!

When preparing your oil lamp, it is necessary to prepare it properly. This involves blessing and dressing the lamp. I always make sure to clean my lamps with either Florida Water, Moon Water, Smoke, Sound, Prayers, or Chants beforehand. Once the lamp is thoroughly cleansed and blessed, the work can begin.

Important note: Beforehand you might want to ensure that the ingredients that you plan to use in the lamp can be easily removed from the basin after the work is completed. It is important to keep in mind not to overload your lamp with herbs, as this can affect the flow of the flame and the absorption of the oil.

Personal Tip: I have found it best to work in intervals of 3, 6, or 9, as these numbers hold significant spiritual meaning. Additionally, in my personal opinion the use of more than 9 different herbs in lamp magick, is overkill... but do whatever makes you happy! Don't forget to make sure you have blessed and charged those herbs with your energy and intention before loading them in your lamp. And on the note of lamp oil, I use paraffin since it is smokeless and odorless. For added potency, you can bless and charge your lamp oil beforehand by setting it out under any moon phase, deity, patron, chants, prayers, or harnessing your breath with intention and blowing into the oil.

Now, before loading the basin with herbs, you might want to have a petition ready. Some practitioners choose to pin their petition to the part of the wick directly under the screw top, but this may not be the best option for everyone. An alternative method is to place the lamp directly on top of your petition. Another technique among practitioners is creating a sigil and drawing it onto the glass of the lamp with a Sharpie. Once the working is completed, the sigil can easily be washed off, and the lamp can be cleared and cleansed for future workings. Also before burning, make sure you have let your wick soaked at least an hour before burning.

Once all the pieces are put together and you're ready to light the wick, you can begin by either grasping the lamp and rubbing the basin or placing your hands around it while reciting chants, focusing your energy, and bestowing blessings. Continue this practice for as long as you feel necessary before lighting the lamp. It is important to keep the lamp in a safe location for an extended time, but be sure to follow proper fire safety precautions. To avoid the risk of the glass breaking, start the flame on a low setting until the glass has warmed up. Don't leave the lamp unattended or on a high flame. If you need to extinguish the flame, you can always restart the lamp using your own energy, intentions, chants, or prayers like you did at the start of the working. Personally, I keep the lamp burning until the oil is depleted and my intended goal is achieved, but you can also trust your intuition or seek guidance from divination methods.

In conclusion, the oil lamp is a versatile and potent tool in Folk Magick. When used correctly and with proper intention, it can bring forth powerful results in long workings. Just remember to burn safely, and always prepare your lamp with a clear intention. Happy casting!

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buttterflytrait · 5 months ago

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do you have any cc recs for string/fairy lights?? I've found like 3 cc and istg there has to be more TT

i do! and ngl i thought i had more than i thought but ig not

heres the ones i like

wall light waterfall by severinka (TSR) https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-objects-furnishing-lighting-walllamps/title/[twins-kidsroom]--wall-light-waterfall/id/1357235/

garland string lights by severinka (TSR) https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-objects-furnishing-lighting-outdoor/title/[havana-outdoor]--garland-6-02/id/1427383/

brayden Christmas lights by mxims https://mxims.tumblr.com/post/148442091707/lighting-update-part-i-jean-prouv%C3%A9-potence-lamp

dreamy outdoor string lights by sixam https://www.patreon.com/posts/dreamy-outdoor-49370689

boxy wall lights by simkoos https://www.patreon.com/posts/slovenly-storage-47645965

teen dorm string lights by nickname https://www.patreon.com/posts/nicknamexreina-52290659

apologies for not having many, i swear i liked way more lmao

#sims 4 #simblr #sims 4 cc #cc recommendations #my cc recs

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thesehallowedhills · 1 month ago

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An Evening In Belle’s Hallow

My fingers were bloodied by the time I finally broke free. They could call me dead, but my scarlet-stained fingers would disagree, even if I didn’t quite feel the pain anymore. There are only so many times that one can be buried alive before the burn in your lungs loses its potency.

Every year, for the last thirty years, I would claw my way out of my shallow grave and relive this year’s version of my last days. I traced the path into town in my mind as my head finally broke free. My lungs expanded as I took in heaping breaths of cold autumn air. I thought about how this came to be, trying to muster up the same anger I had.

There was no ire in me left for revenge. The men who killed me were never punished. Why would they? First, I was a witch, then a vampire, but now? I was barely an apparition. A skeleton of hatred kept me going, just enough to keep me upright.

I haunt these hills for a week out of every year. And every year, some do-gooders from out of town seal me away in my shallow grave. They ask only enough questions to condemn me back to the dark and the damp, never asking why I’m hearth bent on taking these fools with me.

As my hand broke free from the packed earth, the air felt different. I hauled myself up and sat on the edge of my grave. It was fall, as it always was. The same sweet smell of tilled earth filled the air, but it failed to calm me as it always had. The harvest season was always my favorite when I was living. One could understand my unease with the season now.

I stood, and all at once, every ache and pain fell into my grave, eagerly awaiting my return. I was myself again, or as close as I could be, the witch in her wedding gown. It was still gorgeous even with the blood stain in the center front and back.

I felt my curse tug me into the village. It was a quiet October night. Very few houses had their lights on. It was a strange juxtaposition to the normal fanfare. Where were the booths and the music? The parade was nowhere to be seen. Not a single pyre with my likeness was present, not to mention lit. I felt fear for the first time in thirty years. It was an uncomfortable feeling. I shook my head. What did the dead have to fear? I had escaped anything those bastards had for me.

The wind blew the smell of decomposition down the road. It flirted with the fallen leaves and caressed my hair as it passed. There must have been a hanging. I could remember the scent when there had been the odd crime. My mother always made a fuss whenever she passed them. She didn’t mind the death but disagreed with their presence on principal. It was an insult to a woman’s delicate sensibilities, after all.

I followed the smell to the whistling tree. Five men hung from the branches. I nearly retched when I caught sight of their faces. There, hanging from the branches, were the objects of my curse. All five of the men who orchestrated my death were dead. Michah, Ezekiel, Roman, Mathew, and Thomas all decorated the branches. I felt no peace. This was no moment of glory. If they were dead, why did I not rest? Why was I still condemned to haunt these hills?

I marched my way up to the manor house. The doors blew open as soon as I set foot on the veranda. It was strangely welcome after all these years. I didn’t know how to take it. I sighed and entered. I was intended to be the lady of the house; it would not be wise to linger.

The silence smothered all bravado I had. Each footstep echoed. My breath felt too loud. It was almost a scream. It was not only silence. No clocks sounded. There was no fire in any hearth. Even the mice seemed to be cowed. The house was holding its breath, and I struggled not to hold mine. There was a celebration of my death every year. With out it, the halls were left stagnant.

Green lights lit the hall before me. The gas lamps hissed to life. A light framed each doorway as I walked past. I followed the lights up the staircase as a mournful melody was played on a piano. It seemed familiar, but I couldn’t place it. I followed the music up the staircase. Following was what I was best at. Just a guest chasing after what was supposed to be her happily ever after.

The music stopped as I reached the study. I pushed open the doors and stepped inside. It was fitting that I would be lead here. They still had a rug covering the memory of my passing. I doubted that Matilda would have been able to get it out of the hardwood.

Something else was in there with me. A dark figure sat at Eloise’s piano. It was a stark contrast to the blonde curls that usually held court there. I missed my cousin more than anything in that moment.

The creature’s head hung low over the piano. It seemed human at first glance, but I had been dead long enough to tell the difference. I had met several ghouls and not a few spirits lurking in the woods around my grave. I could almost touch the woods the 364 days that I was confined to by burial plot.

It looked up as I stepped closer. It looked like a man. It had the beginnings of stubble and long dark hair. His eyes were red-rimmed from weeping, but a too-wide smile removed any illusions of distress. The final thing that I noticed was that he was very well-dressed as if one was going to a wedding or a funeral.

“You killed them?”, I asked. It wasn’t really a question. His entire being echoed their deaths. Whatever this creature was, it was a worse horror than me.

It nodded slowly. It almost looked as if the movement pained it. It staggered to its feet. The creature swayed as it stood, but eventually righted itself. It was tall, almost equal in height to the looming bookshelves behind it.

“Why?”, I finally asked, breaking the silence. I don’t know why I did. I didn’t want to know. I feared its answer most of all.

“Pollutants,” it rumbled. Its voice was raw, grating. “They killed you beloved. Why let them live? All of their supporters went with them.”

“I am your beloved?”, I whispered. He nodded and awaited my reaction.

I paused and thought over his words. There was no person in town who disagreed with my killer’s actions. The entire population of Belle’s Hallow celebrated my death.

“All of them?”, I breathed. “You killed all of them?” All of the lights were out except for two. Who was left?

“I did this for you,” it said beseechingly. I reached for me with giant, lumbering steps. I turned on my heel and ran.

I heard the creature howl in rage as it crashed through the manor. I knocked over every piece of furniture in my wake. I ran down the front steps and into the village as it destroyed the house.

Whatever monster it had been, my absence made it worse. It was like my rejection loosed whatever chain it was leashed to. A thunderous cacophony interrupted the silence as the manor collapsed.

I dashed into the village square, only a few short minutes from my grove. But, as I passed the whistling tree, every single door in the village burst open. The corpses of the slaughtered villagers burst out of their homes and chased after me through the town. The ground shook as the creature chased after me.

I bolted for my blessed wood and summoned any magic I had left to spur my exit. The tree line was in my reach when it finally caught up to me. A fir tree splintered as it snatched me from the earth. It had the visage of a corpse and fingers like daggers. And it was the last thing that I ever saw.

(Please Listen to "The Whistling Tree" by Haunted Like Human. It was a big inspo).

#horror #short fiction #short story #tags tags tags #tags are hard #my writing #my work #oc #ocs #supernatural horror

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monstersinthecosmos · 10 months ago

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September 26, 1973

His things are neatly stacked by the hotel room door, waiting for the sun to come up, and he sprawls on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, his gaze circling round and round, following the shape of orange light cast by the bedside lamp.

Nerves almost calm now, but the sedate white face flashes in his memory every time he closes his eyes. As the hours pass, these jolts of fear lose potency. Each a little weaker than the last, until it barely rouses him. Maybe he’s too tired, or too hungry. He’s not sure.

His stomach hurts.

It’s not really hunger anymore, maybe. Just pain, cramping around the memory of starvation. He glances towards the windows; curtains drawn but no light spilling through the cracks yet. Too early. He wonders when the cafes will start opening.

Fingers drum in little patterns against his hips. They take on a rhythm. Everything aches and his thoughts are scattered by music drifting in and out of his thoughts. His foot taps against the floor to the song in his head and he considers listening to the tapes again.

This song was everywhere when he was in high school. It bounces back and forth inside his skull and he remembers listening to it in Alice’s car. She used to belt out I wake up feeling sorry I met you! speeding down Route 15 after her boyfriend dumped her. Daniel bounces through the song, wondering how long ago that was.

What time is it over there, anyway? He can’t remember how the time zone works. Maybe he should follow up with that publisher.

“How can I fight a love that shouldn’t be?” he mumbles, barely singing, voice scratching into the empty room. “When it’s so deep, so deep, deep inside of me…”

It feels like Alice is dead already. And her fiance. Her mom and dad. Daniel’s mom and dad.

And Connie and Jeff and everyone else he’s ever met. Even himself. The shelf of tapes in his old apartment is like a graveyard now. And the fear rises again; not the way Armand had shattered him, but something murky. Swelling inside, throbbing in his poorly-healing neck wounds. He presses his fingertips against them, feeling for each hole. There would never have to be a trace of them if he’d stop picking, he knows that. It doesn’t make a difference anymore, though. He feels marked.

His eyes burn with sleep deprivation. For a moment he wonders if it would be safe enough to sleep for a few hours—maybe he can take off this afternoon. The sun would still be up, it might be okay. He thinks maybe he should fly somewhere far from here and sleep on the plane, though. Vancouver. Buenos Aires. Sydney.

Everything had happened too fast, back when he saw Armand. Whole body screaming in fear, unable to feel his face for a good three hours. But later, once all the sediment sank to the bottom of his head, he thinks he felt Armand’s presence in the wound. He rubs against it again, feeling the dull throb, wondering if it means Armand is nearby.

It reminds him of his dad. The way his war wounds used to ache when it was going to rain.

Armand doesn’t seem like the same person Louis described. Daniel’s hands twitch, and he turns to look at his bag. Thinks about listening to the tapes again, even though he probably has them memorized by now. As if one more time will really make everything make sense. He’ll hear something he missed before, some piece.

There were holes in Louis’s story, though, Daniel thinks. Or maybe some sense of dishonesty. Some emotional part that wasn’t in focus—perhaps even vampires lack that same self-awareness that people do. Because, sure, Armand was beautiful—Daniel saw it himself—and perhaps to Louis he was the patient mentor, perhaps he was wise and kind. But he’d let his friends kill Claudia. And he’d let Louis kill his friends. And he’d locked Daniel in a basement—

You are like a dog, he remembers Armand saying, cutting through the fog. He presses two fingertips to the two scabs, unsure if he’s imagining it. The night Armand took him… what?

When had pain started turning him on?

He lost his virginity to one of his classmates in junior year, on an ugly orange couch in her basement lounge. They were sneaking shots out of her parents’ liquor cabinet and she kept playing the same side of Sgt. Pepper over and over, kept starting it again instead of flipping the record, but Daniel was buzzed and horny so he didn’t complain. Anyway. She’d scratched up his back pretty bad, and it was nice. Overwhelming, and it would take a few more partners before he would start narrowing down what he liked in bed.

No one’s ever really been too rough with him, though. And he hasn’t really asked. And he knows now that vampires disarm you, they trick you, so coming in your fucking pants when they attack you might not be Daniel’s fault.

Maybe he’s been ruined, because he’s hard again, just thinking about it.

The strength. The steady hands on him.

Strength had turned him on when he first slept with a man. And that, too, took a few partners before he started understanding his type. He closes his eyes, relaxes into the bed, still anxious but exhausted enough to allow himself a break.

Armand was short, definitely looked like a teenager. Not Daniel’s type at a glance, except for that sense of his power. Of danger, Daniel starts to tell himself, but rubs over his pants with his free hand. He still touches the scabs on his neck, wincing as he digs a nail into the edge.

Daniel had fucked one of his professors, back in his first year. His film lit professor, who invited him for a drink when he’d stayed after class to talk about Persona. It hadn’t been like the couple of nervous makeout sessions he’d had with boys in high school, with anxiety shredding through his whole body the entire time. Not like the fumbling handjobs in a friend’s car. No, this maybe felt like a man.

Stronger, and Daniel hadn’t been able to stop staring at the veins in the backs of his hands as he sipped his wine, or the soft blonde hair on his forearms that peeked out from beneath the red sweater. And sex had been fun, up until then, as a kid, not really knowing what the fuck he was doing, but it had never felt like this, with someone so confident in control.

Armand was clean shaven, and would be forever, not like Daniel’s professor. Armand’s jaw won’t leave the insides of Daniel’s thighs pink afterwards.

It’s hypothetical, anyway, Daniel thinks. Louis made it sound like vampires don’t like sex, and for some reason that sorta makes sense. But he lifts his hips, enough to slide his pants down, enough to curl his fingers around the tender head of his cock. And he remembers how his professor had lifted him by the thighs, pinned him against the door frame to suck the skin below his ear. The weightlessness he’d felt, the way his stomach flipped when his feet lifted from the ground, but the way it tangled into the arousal.

Armand could do this, Daniel knows. He would bite, though.

He gasps as his thumbnail finally finds give against the scab, as he tears at his healed skin in the wake. Needling, sharp pain for a moment, and he feels how the blood rushes in, feels it trickling down the side of his neck. He strips harder at his cock, cupping his hand around the blood to keep it from getting on his shirt, and it stings as his palm makes contact.

“Fuck,” he hisses, but doesn’t stop.

Something disarming about his professor, about being cared for, about the warmth in the blue eyes as he sized Daniel up. Daniel doesn’t always have the best filter, has a short fuse for mouthing off, but even discussing the film over a glass of wine, feeling like the lecture never ended, hadn’t bothered him. Made him feel special or something, made him feel safe. Not disarming like how the vampires had been; not some sinister energy trying to rearrange his brain. It had been, just… something else.

He remembers it now, for some reason. Doesn’t think of Jeff or any of the others. Goes back to that first time, and how it had been a little frightening, overwhelming, how he’d felt so small.

Armand is short. Not small, really. Curvy in the places it matters. But he makes Daniel feel that same way, that fragile. That overwhelmed. His neck still stings, and his palm is sticky against the trickling blood, and he tries to remember how it felt to be bitten.

To be fed on.

His toes curl inside his sneakers, and he digs a heel into the floor, arching his back as he comes. And he’d saved his shirt from the blood, but not from he pearly load that paints across his belly. Breath heaves in his chest and his ears ring as the release pulses through him, and he tries to relax again.

There’s a tiny voice telling him to hang onto the feeling for as long as he can, to enjoy the glow, because he can’t remember the last time he felt good. His body goes lax against the mattress, and he can feel his pulse slowing in his hand, still holding there until he’s sure the bleeding has stopped. The fizzy, irrational light-headedness, the warmth of the orgasm, the blessed quiet nearly convinces him that being almost-murdered was the best sex of his life.

For a blissful minute he floats, doesn’t question it. Holds the doubt at bay and tries to just stay with it.

Because it will disgust him soon, and he knows it. The haze will clear and he’ll remember where he is, remember his clothes are dirty, remember he has to flee, remember he forgot to shower.

And he’ll wonder how long before his parents realize he’s gone, and he’ll feel bad he forgot to send Alice’s RSVP back. How long before he feels bad that his dad is disappointed in him? At least he’s still too angry for that, but while the cum soaks into his t-shirt and goes cold, he’ll ask himself if he’s a bad son, if he was a bad person.

He lets go of his neck, stares at the rusty smear in his palm, how it darkens the crease of his lifeline. He covers his eyes with his right hand.

It’s not that he feels guilt for disappointing his dad. It feels a million miles away, too unimportant. More that it’s a cold fact now, something etched into him. Part of his old life, and it doesn’t matter anymore, except that he knows it’s how he will be remembered.

You died a disappointment.

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#vamptember 1973 #stuff i wrote #daniel molloy #armand #armand/daniel #LMAO SO IVE BEEN X-POSTING TO AO3 IN MARCH #i had a few more days that i never posted here but i waited until they were up on ao3 so #anyway now im in a panic i have ilke 2 days before i catch up to myself and have to finish or else ill look like a fool #wish me luck 😂

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from-nobody-to-nightmare · 10 months ago

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Chapter 3: Amongst the Roses

“Most of the successful people I've known are the ones who do more listening than talking." Bernard Barugh

Flat on my back I felt myself regain consciousness. Pawing at the ground below me gave way to the soft crunch and the earthy scent of grass. I opened my eyes to a red-tinted sky with a precariously glowing pentagram hanging in the sky. “Huh, First time I noticed that,” I whispered. Taking a deep breath I noticed an all too familiar afterscent. It wasn’t as bad as before but it reminded me of well water with its eggy potency. “Ugh… Fart Water.” I muttered as I sat up already exhausted from the misadventure before. Whatever I was trying to think of next grew to a halt as I stared down my legs in disbelief. “I have hooves!?”

I exclaimed my eyes wide in shock as I looked at my new feet for the first time. I patted up and down my deep grey legs to feel if they were actually mine. “I don’t remember being so plush.”, as I patted down my thighs. There was a bit more cushion than I remembered. I peeked under the top of my gown to find a jungle of …. Fuzz? Was it hair? Was it fur?.... What was I covered in? I leaned back only to feel a pinch. “Ow.” I stood up quickly twisting around and grabbing whatever was behind me; I yipped, “Ow!” again followed by an after bleat. It was a tail! It was soft and fluffy and as long as my forearm. I facepalmed “Why did I do that again, and when did this happen!?” A deep sigh of resignation left me as I dusted myself off.

Turning around I saw a well-kept stone brick path a few steps away from where I was. Glancing in both directions I weighed my options and decided to go right with my bare hooves clicking against the pavement. Honestly, I don’t know how much it would have mattered; but at least it was a lot nicer than the hellscape I left behind, at least I hope it was. It felt too strange to be real. I grew uneasy at that thought and hugged my arms into my chest as my eyes scanned my surroundings. “Roses…” I whispered; They looked so lovely even under the trees, and the trees. Their branches lightly touched forming a tunneling canopy, it was like out of a fairytale It was a while before I saw a lamp post with direction signs and a bench. I looked at the arrow signs quizzically.

Cannibal Town➡

⬅ Doomsday District

“Hmmm…. Such appealing choices.” I muttered to myself in a voice laced with sarcasm. I huffed in frustration as I sat on the bench to gather my thoughts on what to do.

I need new clothes, this hospital gown isn’t cutting it. Then the self-questioning came in cascades; but where would I go? Judging by the signs there must be civilization close by, but how would I pay? Well, I could work it off, but how? My mind went in circles as I became increasingly lost in thought.

“Pardon me, young miss; thee seemeth to be woefully underdressed; are thou perhaps a mistress of the evening? If’t be true thou hath chosen quite a poor location for thy trade?”, a quizzaciously spooky, and reverberating voice spoke from beside me. My rear hopped a little in my seat as I was taken aback by what looked like a tall thin man with a wry smile; all dressed in black with a glowing spider on their chest and a very tall, patchy hat. Still baffled by our first interaction, and trying really, really hard not to think about the spider I looked up and stated the obvious,“ You have a very tall hat.” That smile became a look of bemusement followed by a rather polite chuckle at that response. “Ha, ha; never in all mine years in the underworld I had not expected an answer quite like so; do you not fear me, child?” In my dazed expression, I uttered, “ I’m sorry?; am I supposed to?” He took out a hand from underneath his cloak and placed a long curled finger onto his chin “A more forceful reception is more oft more commonplace, yes.” A sheepish smile took over my face, “ Apologies then; I’m feeling rather overwhelmed at the moment, I think there may be some delay.”

“Quite alright child; though I usually elicit more screams with mine visage; yet here thou art so placid in expression”, he slyly grinned looking down at me as he leaned down. “Tell me, what has thy mind so engrossed that all becomes an afterthought.” Getting a better view of his face I blurted out, “Wow, you have a lot of eyes.” Then I immediately facepalmed in embarrassment,” Ahh…Jeez.” His chortling continued. I hung my head low in my hands muffling mournfully, “Keep laughing if you must, it’s not going to change anything. I felt like my worst fears had already come to pass. I had died, and now I am forever disconnected from all I have ever known; now I’m lost in what seems to be a realm of perpetual nightmares.…. Though this area feels nicer than where I woke up last.”

He paused to catch his breath, “ It may not have been what I initially expected; but thy pained countenance has certainly brought joy to mine soul, young lady.” I peeked my eyes between my fingers dolefully with my mouth still muffled, “ You’re welcome I suppose; it’s not like I could save face anyways.” He gave a relaxed smile to counter my dejected face, “Regardless of our initial introduction….. Might I enquire as to what brought you here?”, He said leaning towards my ear.

“What brought me where? The park?” I quickly shrugged as I looked to and fro and then at him again.

“Hmm… Yes and no; perhaps I lacked clarity. What I meant to enquire is; What hath brought you to the realm of eternal damnation, little lamb?

My face twisted in slight annoyance, “Little lamb?” I quickly shrugged off that comment. I gripped the edge of the bench to steady myself as I leaned back and took a deep breath to gather my thoughts. A forlorn sigh left me, as I opened my eyes to look up at a blood-red sky, “ That’s what I’d like to know too….”

“Hmm?” he looked at me rather puzzled as I continued, “ I mean, I know I died in the operating room. I understand that, but I arrived at Heaven’s Gates only to be denied because my name wasn’t in some book. Then they dropped me like a bag of rocks over a waterfall, and I ended up kissing the ground at what felt like Mach 4. The next thing I knew, I woke up at what was ostensibly a nightmare junkyard with a migraine headache, only to be hunted by a pack of marauders. I was still awake when I got away, and then everything went dark after I heard a truck pass. After I came to I found myself in the grass somewhere around here.”

“My that was quite the misadventure. I have never been so close to the gates of paradise to see them for mine own; care to tell me more?”, he replied.

I huffed sadly turning away from the sky to stare at my now cloven feet. Trying to concentrate again I pinched the bridge of my nose attempting to recall what I saw. “Ehhhh…. Let’s see…. Lots of clouds, a golden path leading up to a gilded podium, and massively ostentatious golden gates behind that. There was also a winged man who in my opinion felt rife with false sincerity. At least that’s how he felt when he couldn’t find my name. If putting everyone else before me out of love could not get me in; why even send me there in the first place? What do they so callously measure souls by? Ugh... just the thought of it all makes me feel so angry….” I furrowed my brow, “....and betrayed.” It was the first time since I arrived in hell that I got a chance to reflect on everything that transpired. I closed my eyes as they began to water trying to fight back the tears.

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**Authors note:

Hello everyone Author here. I don't know if I got this right, and I know that this chapter seems to cut off short, but the cut-off is on purpose because I felt that perspective switches work better in their own chapters. So far most of the story has been in first person i.e. inside looking out. The next chapter is supposed to be outside looking in. Again sorry if it feels weird; I've never tried this before.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #ace #constructive criticism welcome #existence is a nightmare #female oc #from nobody to nightmare #it's gonna be a long afterlife #my ocs #platonic #zestial #zestial morde

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meinkatz · 2 years ago

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thecclover-fanfictions · 4 months ago

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Stormy

Although it was just early afternoon, it was almost dark outside. The sky was cloud-covered and it heavy rained. The raindrops drummed against the window pane and left blurry traces by running down. In the storm the branches of the huge old trees bent almost like sprinkles and now and then a breeze blew down the chimney, highly lightening the crackling fire for a blink of an eye.

Camilla snuggled deeper into the sofa cushions. The living room was lightened by only a small lamp on the window sill and the chimney fire. She was engrossed into a new, but small book, by diving down into the fascinating story she almost forgot the time.

Before walking their two little dogs Charles had made sure, that she would be absolutely fine. He had brought her some tea and biscuits, had covered her into the most snuggling wool blanket he could find and, the most important thing to him: had pushed her ergonomic back cushion behind her. Camilla chuckled by recalling his demands to stay leaned against it, but since her serious back injury almost four weeks ago he was more than caring. Of course, he always was more than caring, but now he panicked if she just tried to lift up a heavy book or took two steps at once. With each single person on this earth she would be bugged off, but her husband did it in such a loving and cute way, she just could love him even more.

It wasn´t the first time she had hurt her back, but now it was really hard. From one second to another she couldn´t move or doing a step without breaking down in pains. Charles almost died in panic, half an hour later the two best doctors he could find were assembled in Clarence House. The first days were terrible, she just could survive under heavy pain killers. In the morning and the evening she was injected, during the day she used several medications. The doctors had prescribed a totally rest, but of course, Camilla never would cancel her engagements. With even more drugs she went through two events, keeping on a brave face.

But this was all. She couldn´t attend the annual Christmas lunch with the whole Royal family, she missed some private events during the next weeks and she couldn´t go to Sandringham. Not spending Christmas Eve and the half Christmas Day with Charles was a heavy torture for both of them. There were times enough they weren´t able to be together at Christmas, actually they never wanted to have it again. But as always Camilla was much more optimistic as Charles, it broke her heart to see him so very sad. Even in public he wasn´t able to hide it, seeing her in pain was the most terrible for him.

But it wouldn´t be her husband, if he wouldn’t manage to give her the best care of all. After treatments of the best physiotherapy, magical Chinese medicine, a bit of Yoga and much of his love they were finally able to travel to Birkhall.

And nothing had changed. After stepping out of the car, touching the ground of their beloved fortress, Camilla felt the magical potency this place obviously owned. Being at Birkhall had always helped them to go through the hardest times. Here they spent weekends as the public didn´t know of their love, here they could hide from paparazzi, walking around almost free. Charles recovered from the grief for his grandmother here, they spent their incredible happy honeymoon in this paradise…her recovery from the hysterectomy, the grief for her father and for Mark the last year…all this they hadn´t managed so well without Birkhall.

Just a few days after their arrival she was able to move without pains, without pain killers. Actually she felt fit again, almost in her old shape. But of course, Charles had kept his eye on her.

And so he insisted to walk the dogs alone in this dull weather, but contrary he had to promise her to stay around the house. Shivering she recalled the incident as he got lost during a storm and she almost died by fearing for him, finding him cold and sodden stumbling back home on a field.

Camilla took a sip of tea as she heard the dogs outside, barking their impatience to get back into the house. A few seconds later excited stamping neared the living room and two tiny, totally soaked and smudged dogs stormed the sofa.

Followed by a scolding, but laughing Charles. He didn´t look better one inch as Beth and Bluebell, leaving Camilla in giggles about the whole scenario.

The dogs jumped around on her, trying to reach her face to lick her all over in their joy. Charles panicked that they could hurt her and scolded even louder. Not to mention the fact that they ruined the blanket with their smudgy paws.

Loud giggling Camilla tried to sound serious: “Stop! Stop! Go with Daddy! Go with Daddy!” She pointed out to the corridor, while Charles stood already back in the doorframe, trying to wave them nearer. Whining the dogs finally obeyed, but Charles ruined it with rushing back to the sofa and pecking the lips of his wife.

Camilla laughed even louder, Charles had owned dogs all of his life, he knew how to command them, but by watching his wife he sometimes forgot it all.

Eventually he kneeled down in the corridor, trying to dry the two lively dogs with a huge towel. The problem just was, that he almost broke down in giggles, as his wife bent over him, with a huge towel in her hand as well and rubbed his face and his hair. With a wide and mischievous grin she copied her husband, all the things doing with him he just did with the dogs.

For one second Charles thought about revenge, pressing her hands behind her back and kissing her until she couldn´t breathe or something. Or tickling her over and over, until she would beg for relieve. But he still daren´t to touch her this way, though he told him again and again that she was fit.

They hadn´t had sex till the terrible day in December, of course. They hold each other in their arms, exchanged caresses and kisses, hold hands…but just in a platonic way. It always was a no go for him to try to start something, until he wasn´t sure for a thousand percent that she was alright. No matter, if his body almost burned in longing for her and his trousers burst immediately by thinking of her adorable curves.

And yet his brain tried to focus on something else, not on the body of his wife he hold in his arms by watching out of the window.

The two spoilt dogs sat in front of the fireplace, catching some warmth to feel comfortable. They were tired now after the adventure outside and soon would retire at their new favourite place. Not the cosy dog basket in the corner of the living room, no, since a few days they preferred to snuggle into one of his old outdoor jackets on the corridor that they cheekily had ripped down from the wardrobe. Charles was desperate as he found out, but Camilla thanked God that this patched, for sure thousand years old thing had found new owners. This jacket was already old as she spent the first holiday ever with Charles in Scotland. Over forty years ago. And secretly she hoped, his camel hair coat in Highgrove would have the same destiny as he looked like Albus Dumbledore in it. Much to her amusement, but Charles couldn´t find any resemblance. He loved this ugly thing.

Snuggled into each other now they looked out of one of the windows in the living room. Camilla had leaned against his chest and he embraced her from behind. Cheek to cheek they watched the trees in the storm outside, the rain drops now hammering against the window pane and leaves jerking over the lawn. The weather seemed to turn even worse now and Camilla was relieved to have back her husband in the house.

She lifted up her hand and pressed his head tighter against hers, caressing his neck and hairline with her fingers. He felt her moving a bit and placing a light kiss on his cheek and he closed his eyes. Camilla breathed: “I love you.” Into his ear and Charles deeply exhaled.

He was fully aware of the body in his arms now, her warmth and the breathe tickling his ear. Their hands resting on her stomach clawed deeper into each other and he felt the next kiss touching his skin.

He remembered the last evenings here. Mostly they had relaxed on the sofa in front of the TV. As always they were snuggled into each other, but two days ago Camilla had started to caress his face, kissing his cheek in the way she did just right now until her lips had touched his. Until the tip of her tongue found his. He recalled his wince and the heavy reaction of his body and his mind. Just with all of his power he pressed down his erection as her tongue circled deep in his mouth. He enjoyed the kiss and gave it back to her, but more carefully as usual, knowing about the things most following their kisses. Breathless he watched the begging eyes of his wife than, but he didn´t dare to do something more somehow. A bit disappointed, but not mention anything, Camilla had snuggled into him again.

And yesterday the same. He had kissed her more passionate again, but nothing more. Until she tried it again in their bed, the good night kiss turned out into a very long, deep and yearning one. Charles almost got weak, particularly by feeling her body under the light nightie. Even more as her hands carefully neared his waistline under his pyjama shirt. His “best friend” already had signalled to be ready, but Charles’ mind demanded him to stop. With trembling lips he had breathed into her ear, that they still should wait some days. He was anxious to hurt her and though Camilla tried to convince him over and over that she wanted him, Charles didn´t dare. Sighing she fell asleep in his arms, still disappointed, but somehow thankfully to have a husband like him. She knew, she wouldn´t take long to feel his passion again.

And feeling her lips wandering down his cheek again told him, he would not resist her now. He hopeless would fall into her arms, yearning for every inch of her. As it would be the rest of his life, no matter if they would be eighty or ninety or hundred years old then. They just needed each other in every way, mental and physical.

Charles moaned as his wife had turned around to embrace him and her lips shortly touched his before opening them with her tip of the tongue. He moaned, as she kissed him in the way it always gave most pleasure to him.

He hold her tightly, still aware not to hurt her, as he answered her kiss. Tickling her tongue in her throat, licking over her lips before gliding into her mouth again, teasing and sucking her until she started to gasp.

It didn´t take long until they laid down in front of the fireplace, in their cosy nest of blankets and cushions. Charles had mumbled something of going upstairs into their bedroom, but they both knew it was too late. The needing of each other had overrun them, their feet wouldn´t carry them any longer.

The dogs meanwhile snored outside in the corridor in Charles jacket.

And he didn´t know how his wife had managed to get him out of his shirt, he didn´t know how he survived her hands on his bare skin, her nails tracing circles up and down. Her tongue skilful doing things to him, her lips sucking at his nipples, her breathed terms of endearment into his chest.

He didn´t know how he survived her hot kiss while her hands guided his down her button line, opening her blouse bit by bit.

As he felt his hands touching her skin he loud moaned. He dared to open his eyes, his wife sat on top of him. With a slightly open mouth, quietly panting she stared at him. Her eyes told him she was ready for it and the yearning for him almost killed her.

Without one further thought Charles straightened up, cupped her face and started to kiss her again. First lovingly, happy to have her back in old shape. Then more and more covetous, longing and passionate.

He ripped down her blouse, opened her bra and felt her nails dug into him as he touched her breasts. She heavy sucked his lower lips, pressing down her groan, as he started to caress her there. In the way she always liked and what would bring her most pleasure.

A few moments later she laid on her back, completely naked, with closed eyes. She had clawed into her husband, enjoying his hands and tongue at each part of her body. She actually didn´t know what he just did, his hands seemed to be all over her at the same time. She focussed on his moans, it heated her up in the same way he did things to her.

She pressed her thighs against his hand as she felt his fingers touching her between her legs. But she immediately opened them again, eagerly to feel him caressing her wetness, her swollen lips and clit.

Again a few moments later they didn´t breathe any longer. They just moaned and panted, totally overwhelmed by the power of passion they had missed way too long, in their case at least.

They didn´t know whom of them both had freed Charles out of his trousers, but his erection couldn´t be harder any more.

Holding the waist of his wife on top of him again Charles eagerly steadied her, giving her hold to sink down on him. But she grabbed his hands, crossed fingers with him and arched her head back under a deep and loud groan. Breathless Charles watched her starting to move on him, stared at her sweating body and her curves that still let him faint.

The sight and the feeling of his dick inside him didn´t even prevent that he started to tremble while trying to join her moves. And he heavily had to concentrate not to explode immediately while realising what they just did.

Camilla stared back at him. With still crossed fingers their eyes were locked, exchanging the words their lips weren´t able to form now. But with their joint rhythm now they carried each other away more and more, until Camilla bent forward to embrace him and with locked lips, deeply clawed into each other they met heaven…

Still sweating and trembling Charles hold her in his arms. Their eyes still couldn´t get loose of each other and they started to smile again. Camilla touched his cheek, almost inaudible breathed: “Love you, darling.” Charles breathless rapt a smile, and she could read: “I love you, too.”, on his lips as well…

#queen camilla #thecclover #king charles lll #fanfiction

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mariacallous · 1 year ago

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(JTA) — This past week we entered the Hebrew month of Kislev, the month here in the Northern Hemisphere when we often experience the longest, darkest nights of the year. As the light contracts each day, I experience a tightening in my gut, an anxious fluttering of the heart. Time feels compressed, as if there aren’t enough hours in a day to do everything that needs doing. When the light fades at the end of these foreshortened days, I draw the blinds and turn on the lamps, wanting to make my home into an island of warmth and light in the face of the encroaching darkness.

My trepidation at the onset of night echoes the primal fear of the dark ascribed to the first mythic humans, Adam and Eve. A talmudic tale, found in Avodah Zarah 8a, imagines the two of them becoming frantic as darkness falls at the close of the first day of their lives. They’ve disobeyed God by eating from the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil and now they’re terror stricken. “Woe is me,” Adam wails, “that because I’ve sinned, the world is darkening around me! The world will return to chaos and emptiness; this is heaven’s death sentence upon me!”

In this midrash, Adam experiences the arrival of darkness as punishment. His words conjure up the kind of existential shudder that can overtake a person in the dark, as the familiar shapes and colors of the daytime world dissolve into the trackless night. No wonder that darkness is often a metaphor for the scariest of times, times like the present, when awash in grief, fear and anger, we bear witness to the atrocities of war, to hatred unleashed and suffering magnified, to shattered dreams and dampened hopes. “These are dark times,” we tell one another.

Perhaps it’s only natural that humans try to beat back the dark with our hearths, campfires and brilliant winter light displays. We Jews do this beginning on the 25th of Kislev, when we kindle Hanukkah candles in remembrance of the Hasmoneans’ military victory over the Seleucid Greeks and the rededication of the Jerusalem Temple. But on a more primal level, we do this to remind ourselves that even a tiny flame instantly dispels the deepest dark, offering hope, a light at the end of the tunnel.

And yet it strikes me that many of our tradition’s most transformational and transcendent moments unfold in the dark, in a dream space rich with spiritual potency. In Toldot, this week’s Torah portion, for instance, we meet Jacob, whose journey toward self-realization is bookended by two stirring night episodes. Fleeing from his wrathful brother, he has a prophetic dream in which angels ascend and descend a ladder stretching between heaven and earth while God looms over him, promising protection. Returning home some 20 years later, he engages in an all-night wrestling match with a mysterious being, perhaps his own shadow self, who ultimately blesses him as the dawn breaks, renaming him Israel, the one who strives with God and prevails.

Despite the anguish that darkness evokes, the dark times offer unique opportunities. They slow us down, inviting us to rest in the moment. Sometimes they force us to face painful truths. They challenge us to deepen our prayer life, strengthen our faith and resolve, and discover inner resources and possibilities for transformation we might not know we possess.

Years ago, I practiced walking in the woods at night without a flashlight and discovered that when I could breathe deeply and relax into the darkness, over time my eyes would adjust and I could see much more than I thought possible. Not just my eyes, but my whole body began to see in the dark in ways that I couldn’t in the light of day. I could find my way.

Adam and Eve, so the story goes, sat across from one another on that first traumatic night, fasting and weeping. When the dawn finally broke, they realized that the freshly created world was not coming to an end and that the alternation of light and dark, day and night, was simply the way of the world. Had they not felt so guilty and terrified they might have been able to look around with curiosity as the light waned, noticing how their eyes were primed to pick up many subtle shades of gray, the palette of darkness. Their vision might have gradually adjusted to the dark and, in the subtle glow of starlight, they might have been able to pick out the familiar, reassuring features of the other’s face and been calmed and comforted, even in the midst of their distress.

Could it be that in our yearning for the resurgence of the light, we fail to recognize and fully receive the gifts of darkness? That in drawing my blinds against the terrors of the night, I also shut out the vastness of the cosmos, the glimmering pinpoints of distant stars, the radiant winter moon, and the intimate, enveloping quiet of the dark?

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would it be wrong to read the core thrust of And It Don't Stop as "white rappers* naturally debase the revolutionary potential of rap by participating." like the ice cream man is technically skilled but his rhymes lack deeper meaning and he goes right back to his life at the end as if it didn't matter, when their cyberpunkish robot world might have changed.** and would it then transform the meaning of "white people acting black" in homestuck from an act of self-degradation to an act of violation. like equius would be mad at gamzee for being declasee but that's not what's ""really"" wrong.*** *except hussie, i guess. who is a weeaboo but his bushido code is the four pillars of hip hop. ** or would it maybe be more reasonable to read it as "dre shouldnt have wasted his time on eminem who sucks" ***sorry there's no question marks tumblr won't allow them.

Stelth seems to agree with you, but I don't know... the story bolsters the sense that Ice is an infiltrator by lamp-shading his design's resemblance to Solid Snake (he stops a giant robot, no less), and the way "And It Don't Stop" condenses to "AIDS" adds an uneasy edge to Stelth calling Ice "an epidemic", but both of those seem to escape the bounds of hip-hop gatekeeping and tap into a broader sense of racial paranoia (the disproportionate impact of AIDS on black communities led to widespread suspicion that it was a government-instigated genocide)

I disagree with your sense of Ice's rhymes being less meaningful. Both Stelth and Ice engage in attitudinal yin-yangs akin to those that Hussie would carry forward into Problem Sleuth and Homestuck:

On Level 1, Stelth denigrates a rhetorical woman as "overfed" but in the next line talks about how his presence makes women "feel their oats" (a term for happiness derived from well-fed horses). He lampshades his attitude shift into the appreciation of fat women with the inverted phrase "whatever boats your floats". A later stanza ends with the consonant inversion "Oxsar" instead of Oscar, another with "anti-Setimic" instead of Semitic, to similar effect. IOn Level 3, Stelth paints a portrait of his opponent as an intoxicated clown and follows with a stanza depicting himself in the same terms. Constant inversion.

On Level 1, Ice vacillates between gay thoughts and homophobia, first by establishing milk as woman (his happy spoon is his dick), then by saying he's undaunted by "non-dairy" ("God marryin' fairies"), only to declare himself "soy-intolerant" a few lines later. (There's a very Slurquest line calling soy "udder destruction", as though gayness entails the destruction of the true feminine.) The groove changes and Stelth weaves between mocking his opponent's pathetic gay sex (putting a "pawn" up a jester) and glorifying his own gay sex (inviting his opponent to wrap around his kingly pole like a womanly car crash). Rather than Ice's rhymes being comparatively meaningless, it seems like their rhymes are more or less equal stages for Hussie's juxtaposition games, alongside their rap's medium-standard assertions of sexual potency.

There are hints of racialized animosity between the two in the middle rounds: Ice describes his opponent's rhymes as "constipated", "toilet splatter", "fecal matter", etc, and positions himself as the cleaner. Stelth replies on Level 5 by first telling a rhetorical woman (implicitly Ice) not to "confer on what don't involve her", i.e. to step off, then by reasserting the power of brown that Ice disparaged: he makes the rhetorical woman (Ice) step in a bucket of shit. Stelth's retort retroactively colors Ice's lines as racial epithets -- and, like the "epidemic" accusation, it recolors Ice's claims of cleanliness with genocidal overtones.

So it seems to me that the central concern is not so much the "revolutionary potential of rap" and its despoiling so much as black fears of being targeted for extermination by bigots (ironically enough, Ice has several bars lamenting the hatred that seems to infect his peers) -- maybe those things are comorbid, idk, but I see more outright reference to the latter

#race mapping #and it don't stop

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eirasummersart · 2 years ago

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Akshaya's trivia:

Based on Kaa from the Jungle Book.

Her name is derived from Sanskrit अक्षय (akṣaya) meaning "eternal, imperishable" (literally "not decaying").

Her familiar’s name is Kuldeep, but she usually calls him Kula. From Sanskrit कुल (kula) meaning "family" and दीप (dipa) meaning "lamp, light".

She’s great at potion making of any kind, but she’s especially adept at making sleep potions. They always have a really strong potency and duration. This is a reference to Kaa lulling people to sleep.

Her familiar is always under her clothes, curled around her waist and with his head resting on her shoulder. He spends most of the day sleeping, unless something wakes him up. He’s much more active at night and keeps guard on Akshaya while she sleeps, just as she takes care of him when he sleeps.

Kuldeep is an Indian Phython (Python molurus), the species of snake Kaa is supposed to be.

Akshaya has slitted pupils, snake fangs and a lot of scales in various patches around her body. She’s usually all covered up so you can only see the ones on her face. Also, her body temperature is lower than an average human, so she always feels cool to the touch.

The reason why she uses she/they is not because she’s nb (although she doesn’t care much for how she’s perceived and likes looking androgynous). She just often uses “they” because she means her and Kuldeep as a set, since she’s not alone. People didn’t know that was the reason (not knowing she had a familiar with her all the time, since he stays so well hidden), and with her androgynous looks, weren’t sure of her gender/assumed nb, and started using “they” for her, as she often did. She never thought it was weird since it’s still correct when referring to both of them, so she never corrects anyone.

Like with Dalia, she attends NRC but it’s an AU where it’s a mixed school.

#twst #twst oc #Twisted Wonderland OC #Twisted Wonderland #my art #OC #OC info #Akshaya and Kuldeep #Akshaya info

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minnesota0001 · 1 month ago

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Indoor vs. Outdoor Cannabis Quality: What You Need to Know

Cannabis cultivation is both an art and a science, with growers constantly debating whether indoor or outdoor methods produce higher-quality buds. Each environment offers unique advantages and challenges that significantly affect the final product's quality. In this guide, we'll explore how factors like growing conditions, potency, flavor, and sustainability impact the quality of indoor versus outdoor cannabis.

Understanding Cannabis Quality: Key Factors

Before comparing indoor and outdoor methods, it’s essential to understand what defines high-quality cannabis:

Potency: Measured primarily by THC or CBD content, potency indicates the strength of the cannabis. Higher potency often correlates with superior quality, especially for medical and recreational users seeking specific effects.

Flavor and Aroma: These attributes are influenced by terpenes, the aromatic compounds in cannabis. Terpenes not only determine the scent and taste but also contribute to the overall effect through the entourage effect.

Appearance: Quality is often judged by visual appeal—dense, resin-coated buds with vibrant colors are considered premium.

Purity: The absence of contaminants like pesticides, heavy metals, and molds is crucial for both safety and quality.

Both indoor and outdoor environments impact these factors differently, and understanding these impacts is key to appreciating the nuances of cannabis quality.

Indoor Cannabis Cultivation: Quality Advantages

Controlled Environment for Optimal Growth

One of the biggest advantages of indoor growing is the level of control it provides. Growers can regulate temperature, humidity, light cycles, and nutrients, creating an ideal environment for each stage of the plant's lifecycle.

Impact on Quality:

Consistent Potency: Indoor cultivation allows precise nutrient management, ensuring consistent THC/CBD levels across batches. This predictability is crucial for medical cannabis users who rely on specific dosages.

Enhanced Flavor Profiles: Controlled conditions minimize environmental stressors, which can lead to enhanced terpene production. This results in more robust and refined flavors.

Aesthetic Appeal: Indoor buds are often denser, with richer trichome coverage. The controlled environment ensures optimal development, resulting in visually appealing flowers that command higher market prices.

Advanced Lighting Techniques

Indoor growers use sophisticated lighting systems, such as LEDs, high-pressure sodium (HPS) lights, and metal halide lamps. These artificial lights can be adjusted to provide optimal spectrums throughout the plant's lifecycle.

Impact on Quality:

Light Customization: Different light spectrums can promote resin production and terpene development. Blue light during the vegetative stage encourages strong growth, while red light during flowering boosts bud production.

Avoiding Light Stress: Indoor plants are not exposed to sudden light changes or excessive heat from direct sunlight. This stability reduces the risk of light stress, which can negatively impact bud quality.

Pest and Contaminant Control

Indoor cultivation offers a more controlled environment, reducing exposure to pests, mold, and contaminants. Many facilities implement strict cleanliness protocols, further enhancing purity.

Impact on Quality:

Reduced Pesticide Use: With fewer pests, there's less need for chemical pesticides, which can affect flavor and safety.

Purity Assurance: Indoor growing significantly lowers contamination risks, resulting in cleaner and safer buds, which is particularly important for medicinal users.

Customizable Growing Conditions

Indoor cultivation allows growers to tailor conditions to specific strains. This customization ensures that each plant reaches its full genetic potential.

Impact on Quality:

Strain-Specific Care: Some strains thrive under specific conditions that are easily replicated indoors. This precision leads to higher-quality buds tailored to consumer preferences.

Year-Round Production: Unlike outdoor grows, indoor facilities can produce multiple harvests annually, maintaining a consistent supply of high-quality cannabis.

Outdoor Cannabis Cultivation: Quality Benefits

Natural Sunlight for Enhanced Growth

Outdoor cannabis cultivation benefits from the full spectrum of natural sunlight, which is difficult to replicate indoors. Sunlight provides a balanced spectrum that promotes robust plant development.

Impact on Quality:

Full-Spectrum Benefits: Natural sunlight can enhance terpene profiles and cannabinoid complexity, leading to rich, full-flavored buds. The sun's energy promotes natural growth patterns, often resulting in a more diverse range of cannabinoids and terpenes.

Larger Buds: Outdoor plants have more space to grow, often resulting in larger buds. These bigger flowers can be more resinous, especially when grown in optimal conditions.

Organic Growing Practices

Many outdoor growers prefer organic methods, leveraging natural soil, compost, and organic fertilizers. This approach not only benefits the environment but also enhances the plant's overall quality.

Impact on Quality:

Enhanced Flavor Complexity: Organic soil and natural nutrients can enrich the terpene profile, producing more complex and nuanced flavors and aromas.

Natural Resilience: Outdoor plants develop resilience to environmental stressors, which can strengthen their cannabinoid and terpene profiles. This natural hardening process can produce unique characteristics not found in indoor-grown cannabis.

Environmental Challenges

While outdoor cultivation offers several benefits, it also comes with challenges such as weather variability, pests, and environmental contaminants. However, these factors can sometimes lead to unique quality traits.

Impact on Quality:

Stress-Enhanced Buds: Controlled stress from natural conditions can increase resin production. When a plant faces mild stress, it produces more trichomes as a defense mechanism, resulting in more potent buds.

Natural Terroir Influence: Similar to wine, the local environment (terroir) can impart unique flavor notes to outdoor cannabis. Factors like soil composition, climate, and altitude contribute to these distinct characteristics.

Cost-Effective and Sustainable

Outdoor cultivation is generally more cost-effective and environmentally sustainable than indoor growing.

Impact on Quality:

Reduced Costs: Lower production costs can allow growers to focus on quality rather than quantity. This approach often leads to premium, craft-style cannabis.

Eco-Friendly Practices: Outdoor growing has a smaller carbon footprint, appealing to environmentally conscious consumers who value sustainability as part of quality.

Comparing Indoor vs. Outdoor Cannabis Quality

Potency and Cannabinoid Levels

Indoor: Typically produces higher, more consistent THC/CBD levels due to precise nutrient and environmental control. Indoor growers can tailor conditions to maximize potency, ensuring reliable effects.

Outdoor: Potency can vary depending on environmental factors but often yields a broader cannabinoid profile. The natural environment can produce a more balanced and nuanced experience.

Flavor and Terpene Profiles

Indoor: Controlled conditions often enhance specific terpenes, producing rich and predictable flavors. Growers can fine-tune the environment to highlight desired traits.

Outdoor: Natural sunlight and soil contribute to complex, unique terpene combinations, offering broader and sometimes more intense flavor profiles.

Appearance and Structure

Indoor: Generally produces dense, visually appealing buds with high trichome concentration. Indoor flowers often have a more polished appearance, which appeals to connoisseurs.

Outdoor: Buds may be less uniform but often larger and more robust. Natural factors contribute to variations that some consumers find desirable.

Purity and Cleanliness

Indoor: Easier to maintain a contaminant-free environment, leading to cleaner, safer buds. This is particularly important for medical cannabis users.

Outdoor: Higher exposure to pests and weather conditions requires careful monitoring and sometimes pesticide use. However, organic outdoor methods can produce pure, natural buds.

Sustainability: A Quality Consideration

Quality isn’t just about the product—it’s also about the process. Sustainability is becoming a significant factor in assessing overall quality.

Indoor Sustainability Challenges

Energy Consumption: High energy use for lighting, HVAC systems, and other equipment makes indoor cultivation resource-intensive.

Resource Intensity: Indoor growing often requires synthetic nutrients and large amounts of water, which can strain resources.

Outdoor Sustainability Benefits

Lower Energy Use: Outdoor cultivation relies on natural sunlight and rainwater, reducing the carbon footprint.

Support for Ecosystems: Outdoor growing can enhance biodiversity and support natural ecosystems, contributing to overall environmental health.

Which is Right for You: Indoor or Outdoor?

Choosing between indoor and outdoor cultivation depends on your priorities:

If You Prioritize:

Consistency and Control: Indoor growing offers precise control over every aspect of the plant’s environment, ensuring predictable quality.

Complexity and Natural Characteristics: Outdoor cultivation provides unique flavors, robust cannabinoid profiles, and sustainable practices.

Conclusion: Balancing Quality with Your Goals

Both indoor and outdoor cannabis cultivation methods have unique advantages and challenges that impact quality. Indoor growing excels in consistency, potency, and aesthetic appeal due to controlled conditions. Outdoor cultivation, on the other hand, offers richer, more complex flavor profiles and sustainable practices that reflect the natural environment.

Understanding these differences allows growers and consumers to make informed decisions based on their specific needs, ensuring the highest quality cannabis experience possible.

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The Divine Power of Maa Baglamukhi Chalisa in Kalyug: Protecting Devotees and Overcoming Adversities

Maa Baglamukhi is revered as a powerful deity in Hinduism, known for granting protection, wisdom, and victory over adversaries. In Kalyug, where people face numerous challenges, both internal and external, worship of Maa Baglamukhi has gained significant importance. One way devotees connect with her is through the daily recitation of the Baglamukhi Chalisa, a sacred hymn that invokes her blessings for strength, peace, and security. Understanding the spiritual potency of Maa Baglamukhi in today’s age can help devotees harness her power to navigate life’s challenges.

The Significance of Maa Baglamukhi in Kalyug

In Hindu belief, Maa Baglamukhi plays a vital role in providing protection and stability, especially during the turbulent times of Kalyug. She is known as the goddess of "Stambhana Shakti," meaning her energy is capable of immobilizing enemies, quelling negativity, and bringing clarity to those who worship her with devotion. Many devotees in Kalyug turn to her for relief from conflicts, mental turmoil, and the destructive effects of negative energies.

Key Aspects of Maa Baglamukhi’s Power:

Protection from Negativity: Her blessings shield devotees from harm, black magic, and ill will.

Strength in Adversities: Worshippers gain courage to face challenges in their personal and professional lives.

Victory in Conflicts: Known to aid those dealing with legal or financial disputes.

Spiritual Growth: Devotees who worship Maa Baglamukhi experience enhanced focus and resilience in spiritual pursuits.

Understanding the Baglamukhi Chalisa: A Gateway to Her Blessings

The Baglamukhi Chalisa is a devotional song that glorifies Maa Baglamukhi’s qualities and seeks her protection. Regular recitation is said to offer mental peace, spiritual fortitude, and an aura of protection around the devotee.

Benefits of Reciting the Baglamukhi Chalisa:

Mental Calmness: The Chalisa helps soothe the mind, bringing inner peace and stability.

Divine Protection: Chanting invokes Maa Baglamukhi’s protective energies against negativity.

Enhanced Focus and Courage: The hymn strengthens one’s resolve to face adversities with determination.

Performing Maa Baglamukhi Puja at Home

A Maa Baglamukhi Puja performed at home is a beautiful way to invite her divine presence and blessings. With offerings like yellow flowers, turmeric, and sweets, devotees can conduct a simple yet powerful puja to honor Maa Baglamukhi.

Steps to Conduct a Home Puja:

Set Up an Altar: Use a yellow cloth, arrange flowers, and place her image or idol.

Offer Incense and Diya: Light incense sticks and diya lamps, which symbolize devotion.

Chant the Chalisa: Recite the Baglamukhi Chalisa while focusing on Maa Baglamukhi’s image.

Offer Sweets: As a symbol of devotion, offer sweets or fruits.

Participating in a Maa Baglamukhi Havan

For more powerful spiritual support, devotees often perform the Maa Baglamukhi Havan. It is a sacred fire ritual that involves chanting mantras and offering sacred ingredients into the fire, purifying the surroundings and enhancing the devotee’s spiritual aura.

Benefits of Maa Baglamukhi Havan:

Removal of Obstacles: The havan is believed to eliminate obstacles in one’s path.

Purification of Environment: It cleanses the space of any negative energies.

Boost in Personal Strength: Helps in boosting courage and mental resilience.

For those interested, temples such as Mata Baglamukhi Temple Kangra offer Baglamukhi Mandir Havan Booking services, making it easier for devotees to perform the havan with proper guidance.

Mata Baglamukhi Temple Kangra: A Spiritual Sanctuary

The Mata Baglamukhi Temple Kangra is a sacred site dedicated to Maa Baglamukhi, where devotees from all over come to seek blessings and participate in pujas and havans. The temple offers a peaceful setting, enhancing spiritual connection and bringing devotees closer to her divine energy.

Services and Rituals at the Temple:

Daily Aarti and Prayers: Witness the enchanting aarti that invokes Maa Baglamukhi’s presence.

Special Puja Services: Tailored to specific intentions such as protection, success, and mental peace.

Havan Ceremonies: Book a havan to receive Maa Baglamukhi’s blessings in a grand, sacred setting.

In Kalyug, when challenges seem endless, Maa Baglamukhi offers an unwavering source of strength, protection, and peace. Through devotion, regular recitation of the Baglamukhi Chalisa, and rituals like pujas and havans, devotees can experience her divine blessings, gaining the courage and clarity needed to overcome adversity. Whether worshipping at home or visiting the Mata Baglamukhi Temple Kangra, connecting with Maa Baglamukhi enables devotees to face life’s challenges with resilience and faith.

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princeofgod-2021 · 3 months ago

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LIGHT OF LIFE 567

John 1:4

DIVINE ORDER 132: WORKING ORDER 27

Joh 15:26 And when the Comforter has come, whom I will send to you from the Father, THE SPIRIT OF TRUTH WHO PROCEEDS FROM THE FATHER, HE SHALL TESTIFY OF ME. MKJV

THE HOLY GHOST IS WORKING 16 - HIS PROPAGATION 1

We could have started with the Initiating work and Purpose of the Holy Ghost, which was clearly spelt out by Jesus at the point when He was departing from the world. You know it!

Act 1:8 But I promise you this—the Holy Spirit will come upon you and you will be filled with power. And you will be my messengers to Jerusalem, throughout Judea, the distant provinces—even to the remotest places on earth!” TPT

So, it’s in carrying out this initializing purpose that the Holy Spirit will thence do and perfect all those things we have mentioned before now.

The debut entrance of the Spirit indeed fulfilled that basic purpose because He made Himself loudly heard and openly manifest.

Act 2:5-8 Many RELIGIOUS JEWS FROM EVERY COUNTRY IN THE WORLD WERE LIVING IN JERUSALEM. And when THEY HEARD THIS NOISE, A CROWD GATHERED. But they were surprised, because they were hearing everything in their own languages. THEY WERE EXCITED AND AMAZED, and said: Don't all these who are speaking come from Galilee? Then WHY DO WE HEAR THEM SPEAKING OUR VERY OWN LANGUAGES? CEV

The Gospel cannot be a secret or ambiguous; it is meant to be shouted upon roof tops.

Mar 4:21-22 Then Jesus said to them, "You don't take a lamp and hide it under a bowl or a bed, do you? Of course not. You put it on a lampstand. EVERYTHING THAT IS HIDDEN WILL BE MADE CLEAR. EVERY SECRET THING WILL BE MADE KNOWN. ERV

The Disciples are to go out and all over the world and preach the Gospel everywhere possible by the Inspiration of the Spirit, and to all who would listen.

Job 32:8 But truly it is the spirit in man, even the breath of the Ruler of all, which gives them knowledge. BBE

The Holy Spirit, even though having limitless power to captivate, will not suddenly arrest everyone who hears the Gospel.

God is not making Robots; Men will have to accept Christ by their own freewill. Therefore, there will commonly be opposition from some people.

But the Holy Spirit will grant the answers to subdue all such persons too.

They cant stop us!

Luk 21:14-15 Don't worry about what you will say to defend yourselves. I will give you the wisdom to know what to say. NONE OF YOUR ENEMIES WILL BE ABLE TO OPPOSE YOU OR TO SAY THAT YOU ARE WRONG. CEV

There are those who need to see signs and wonders before they can believe (Jn4:48), so the Spirit will manifest the Power of God to heal them through you.

Many of us must desire to always have the “backing” of the Holy Ghost. It is part of the package.

Heb 2:3-4 how will we escape if we neglect such a great salvation? It was first communicated through the Lord and was confirmed to us by those who heard him, WHILE GOD CONFIRMED THEIR WITNESS WITH SIGNS AND WONDERS AND VARIOUS MIRACLES AND GIFTS OF THE HOLY SPIRIT DISTRIBUTED ACCORDING TO HIS WILL. NET

But the Holy Ghost will not do this alone; there has to be people to stand as vessel.

Act 4:7-8 They made the apostles stand before them and asked them, "How did you do this? What power do you have or whose name did you use?" Peter, full of the Holy Spirit, answered them, "Leaders of the people and elders: GNB

The Gospel or Holy Spirit is not handicapped for want of people at all.

There have abounded testimonies of people who were ministered to by Jesus Himself and thrived without preachers.

But God chose the Gospel to be more profoundly a product from Lives of men, as a confirmation of its potency and veritability in those who have embraced it.

Joh 15:16 You didn't choose me, but I CHOSE YOU. I HAVE APPOINTED YOU TO GO, TO PRODUCE FRUIT THAT WILL LAST, and to ask the Father in my name to give you whatever you ask for. GW

Remember when Angel Gabriel came to tell Mary of Jesus’ birth, using Elizabeth’s case as a testimony to encourage Mary?

Zachariah was struck dumb because he doubted (Lk1:18-20), but we know he didn’t have reference advantage like Mary later had, did he?

Luk 1:36-37 Even now Elisabeth, who is of your family, is to be a mother, though she is old: and this is the sixth month with her who was without children. For there is nothing which God is not able to do. BBE

That’s why Jesus didn’t emphasize that the Spirit will convict people with Power, but rather that those people will be our products, by the Holy Spirit working through us.

Your life will embrace and partner with the Holy Ghost without restraint, IN JESUS NAME.

See you on Friday, as we proceed with this interesting Subtopic.

Brother Prince

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The Sacred Ritual: Exploring Havan Samagri at Goseva

Havan is a sacred fire rite with strong Hindu roots, also known as Homam or Yajna. This age-old custom is carried out to thank the gods, purify the surroundings, and ask for blessings from above. A crucial element of this ritual is the Havan Samagri, a blend of various natural ingredients that are offered into the sacred fire. At Goseva, we offer a meticulously curated Havan Samagri to ensure the purity and sanctity of your rituals.

The Essence of Havan Samagri

Havan Samagri is more than just a collection of ingredients; it is a symbolic representation of the five elements of nature - Earth, Water, Fire, Air, and Ether. Every component of the Havan Samagri has a distinct function and meaning, which adds to the ritual's overall effectiveness.

Havan Samagri List: Ingredients of Havan Samagri

Jatamansi: During the sacred ceremony, Jatamansi helps to promote a sense of peace and attention with its calming and grounding qualities.

Kapur: The cleansing properties of kapur provide a sense of purity by clearing the atmosphere and expelling negative energies.

Desi Cow Gobar: A sacred element that links the ceremony to the land and its natural cycles, Desi Cow Gobar is a symbol of fertility and abundance.

Kale Til: A symbol of luck and prosperity, Kale Til brings blessings of riches and health into the ritual.

Tagar: The Havan Samagri's overall perfume is enhanced by Tagar, which is noted for its pleasant scent, making for a delightful sensory experience.

Agar: Enhancing the blend's mystical element and heightening the ritual's spiritual atmosphere is Agar's rich, woodsy aroma.

Jav: With its earthy nature, Jav anchors and grounds the forces called upon during the ceremony.

Kamal Ke Beej: The lotus flower's seeds, known as Kamal Ke Beej, represent enlightenment and purity and lend the ceremony a divine grace.

Candan: Known for its calming qualities, candan balances the energy in the Havan Samagri by adding a calming aspect.

Haldi: Turmeric, also known as Haldi, is a symbol of purification and protection. It draws good energies into the ritual space and wards off negativity.

Nagkesar: Enhancing the whole sensory experience, Nagkesar's flowery aroma lends a touch of refinement to the blend.

Dhoop: A classic incense component, dhoop purifies the air and fosters a sacred environment in which the ceremony can take place.

Benefits of Using Goseva's Havan Samagri

Using our Havan Samagri ensures several benefits:

Purity and Authenticity: Our ingredients are sourced from natural and organic farms, ensuring they are free from chemicals and preservatives.

Spiritual Efficacy: The carefully selected ingredients enhance the spiritual potency of the havan, ensuring that your prayers and offerings are effective.

Environmental Benefits: Our natural ingredients purify the air, create a pleasant ambiance, and contribute to the overall well-being of the environment.

How to Use Havan Samagri

To conduct a havan using Goseva's Havan Samagri, follow these simple steps:

Preparation: Place each ingredient in a tidy, sacrosanct area. Make sure you have a conch shell, a gir cow ghee lamp, and a havan kund (fire altar).

Lighting the Fire: Start the fire using Samidha (wood sticks) and ghee. Recite the necessary mantras and prayers.

Offering the Ingredients: Chanting the mantras as you gradually add the components to the fire. Ensure that each offering is made with devotion and gratitude.

Conclusion: After the ritual, offer a final prayer and distribute the prasad (blessed food) among the participants.

Conclusion

At Goseva, we understand the importance of using pure and authentic ingredients for such rituals. Our Havan Samagri is meticulously curated to ensure that your rituals are conducted with the utmost sanctity and spiritual efficacy.

Experience the divine power of havan with Goseva's Havan Samagri. To learn more and purchase, visit Havan Samagri at Goseva.

Embrace the sacredness, purity, and spiritual benefits of havan with Goseva, and let the divine blessings flow into your life.

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