#mantra for protection against all evil

[its-your-mind]

thinkin bout how orv starts with kim dokja actively working to ensure that kim namwoon dies during the first scenario

thinkin bout how kim namwoon was a teenager at the start of the scenarios, dealing with the apocalypse using the mental paths that came easiest, jumping into the new world with both feet

thinkin bout kim dokja as a teenager. tired. hurt. alone. his internal and external struggles ignored by the adults around him. choosing to throw himself off a rooftop because there wasn’t anything in his life worth living for

thinkin bout how kim dokja woke up again, even though he had planned not to

thinkin bout a teenage boy. lost, alone, broken, scared, angry, in need of someone to come and show him how to keep moving forward

thinkin bout a protagonist in a webnovel who is an example to you of how to survive against all odds. a mantra to repeat when living life as yourself is too hard

thinkin bout a hardened and powerful hero who knows exactly how this world works, who holds out a hand offers you a place with him

thinkin bout teenage kim namwoon, looking to yoo joonghyuk as captain, teacher, and protector

thinkin bout teenage kim dokja, looking to yoo joonghyuk as role-model, hero, and refuge

thinkin bout teenage kim dokja, who saw himself more as kim namwoon than any of yoo joonghyuk’s other companions

thinkin bout adult kim dokja, reclusive and unsocial, hiding his phone from his coworker so she doesn’t see what he’s reading. convinced that yoo joonghyuk would look down on him if he learns who he “really” is. ashamed of any details kimcom learns about his past

thinkin bout what happens to a life when the person living it has never seen in it any redeeming qualities or objects of value. how someone feels about life when they tried and failed to give up that life a decade ago, and every day since has felt almost accidental

thinkin bout the lesser fire dragon. the disaster of floods. the strongest in seoul dome. the devourer of dreams. the 73rd demon king. the industrial complex. the war between good and evil. the wager with secretive plotter.

thinkin bout the most ancient dream. an empty station. a cold and hard bench. bandages and a notebook and a too-loose uniform. smaller than he should be for his age and more broken than any child should ever become. alone.

thinkin bout an unbreakable faith, shattered. a family frantically throwing themselves at their heart to save him from himself. desperate hands prying a blade out of shaking ones, moments before the jagged edge pierced deep into vulnerable flesh

thinkin bout how the younger kim dokja, recently released from the hospital, does not watch. instead, he instinctively curls up to protect the parts of himself already hurting the most. he begins to repeat his mantra

thinkin bout how kim namwoon kicked and fought and screamed and stabbed. and then, when he realized there wasn’t anything he could do, he got down on his knees and begged kim dokja for his life

thinkin bout how kim dokja just stood over him, held him in place, and looked at him in silence as the clock ran out

thinkin bout kim dokja at the beginning of his story and at the end of his story. in a subway. looking down at a teenage boy.

making a choice. the same choice, both times.

the first time: an explosion, a blood splatter on his reflection, and a confused and wary protagonist who has lost one asset and gained another

the last time: arms holding him back, a family hugging him tight, and another protagonist who steps in front of him. holds the child close. forgives him everything. offers up anything more he could need. and kim dokja watches as the person with the strongest claim to vengeance upon this younger facsimile of himself instead gently gathers up the most ancient dream, tucks him close against his chest, and walks away with him safe and sound in his arms.

[taureantarot]

Pick A Card

What negative force have you overcome?

(Piles 1-3, bottom to top) Using “Roast Iconic”, “Moonology” and “Golden Mantra” decks.

1) Cherry Wine by Hozier

“Get Fucked, Influencer, Feral, Legend”

Bottom of the deck says “Red Flag”

Oh, you’ve been a problem. Like Natalia Kills, “That girl is a problem, problem, problem”. You’ve snapped on people who have siphoned your patience and hope for their own cruelty; I sense really intense bullying and hatred here; you got some jealous bitches on your back and you’ve set that B.S. good two-shoes record straight. They say only god can judge us, and god is PROUD. Your behavior was entirely unacceptable and uncalled for but it was exactly what was coming for ‘em. That’s all I know. You did good. You will influence people around you to do the same, you’ve made changes in your circle without even knowing, and you ARE looking up to, but won’t be just as easily accepted. It’s the price of being a boss bitch. Whine to your therapist about it while rejoicing over freedom from energy vamps.

Don’t Let Your Past Hold You Back — I know you’re in some very big shoes in a very big way. You got to push forward. You got to take up space. You’ve made yourself known, don’t let your past cycles with these bullies (I get that very strongly) suppress your spirit. You hold the reins and you have more support than you know. I love you. You have love waiting for you to grasp on your end, too. Cherry Wine is important. But great fucking job. Be a bitch.

2) this is me trying by Taylor Swift

“Feral, Unicorn, Love + Gaslight, Privilege, Narcissist, Legend”

I see someone who isn’t at rock bottom, sorry. But you are no less worthy of empathy. I see you are working against years of abuse. Narcissistic feeding on your heart, your dreams. You haven’t been a good person, frankly. But you were not drinking from a good well of wisdom. Perhaps you have generational wealth or are a WASP as they say, no judgement here, but you ARE a legend for fighting back against that programming. Spirit is proud. I see this could be a very toxic relationship or set of relationships, cutting people off (space between by Sia), you’ve made a rift in a home base. But you are special. You ARE worth it. Be YOU. Not what is wanted of you.

You And Your Loved Ones Are Safe / Conclusions Are Within Reach — It’s painful now but this is necessary evil of gaining respect. You will thank yourself in good time. Just heal for now. I think it was an ugly conflict. It isn’t over, your family loves you. Whoever that is. But this was necessary.

3) Believer by Imagine Dragons

“Red Flag, Bitch, Snack, Vampire in reverse, Get Fucked, Stay In Your Lane, Fashion Witch”

I see someone proved “magic” is real. You had enemies. Real, genuine, bad juju sent your way. Possible abusive relationship here. Second song is “River” by Bishop Briggs, so this is definitely a relationship. You SURVIVED, bitch. You killed that fucker. I can feel it in my gut burning. Your rage, your hunger, your survival. You look good, you are what you said you were. I think someone wanted a piece and got burned playing with the wrong one. It wasn’t very respectable, you weren’t kind, but they were evil. You fucked around and found out about a crazy mofo on the other side of the coin. STOP PLAYING WITH YOUR LIFE. You aren’t the witch you need to be to play with evil. You’re lucky you’re protected. And don’t start with me. ;)

Hold Your Vision /Believe In The Impossible — Your energy will gain more ground. You will find love. You will be happy. Don’t be ashamed to grieve, but what you truly deserve is on its way. God says so. For now, don’t hurt yourself anymore. That’s your only job. Forget that cute witchcraft and learn some shit. You’re a badass. Don’t make it go to waste.

Last song “We Found Love” by Rihanna.

Bonus message for my new followers.

“Crush on You (feat. Lil’ Cease) — Remix” by Lil Kim

MY HEART IS OPEN TO GIVE AND RECEIVE UNCONDITIONAL LOVE

Celebrate and welcome the suitors that are coming correct. Just have fun. And follow, go to my ko-fi ;), dm requests. We both know you liked what you saw. Happy to serve. I’m the real deal. Stick around, and have some fun after your win. Don’t be ashamed to care for yourself. Love freely.

“Smuckers (feat. Lil Wayne and Kanye West)” — by Tyler the Creator

[talonabraxas]

The Myth of Surya: The Sun God in Hinduism

Introduction: The Sun God in Hinduism

In the vast pantheon of Hindu gods, Surya, the Sun God, holds a prominent position. He is revered as the source of life, energy, and knowledge. His radiant presence illuminates the world, dispelling darkness and ignorance. In Hindu mythology, Surya is a revered deity associated with vitality, radiance, and the cycle of time.

The Birth and Origins of Surya

The origins of Surya are shrouded in mystery and legend. According to one myth, he emerged from the cosmic ocean during the churning of the milky sea by the gods and demons. As the sea churned, fourteen precious objects emerged, including Surya, who rose as a blazing orb of light.

The Chariot of Surya: A Symbol of Radiance and Energy

Surya is often depicted riding a magnificent chariot drawn by seven majestic horses. The chariot represents the Sun's celestial journey across the sky. The horses symbolize the seven days of the week or the seven colors of the rainbow. Their hooves create thunder as they thunder across the heavens, illuminating the world below.

Surya and the Vedas: Hymn of Praise to the Sun

The Vedas, the ancient Hindu scriptures, contain numerous hymns dedicated to Surya. The most famous is the Gayatri Mantra, a sacred incantation recited by Hindus worldwide. The mantra invokes Surya as the remover of darkness and the bestower of knowledge and enlightenment.

The Importance of Surya in Vedic Rituals

In Vedic rituals, Surya is invoked as the witness of all actions and the guardian of truth. He is the deity who oversees oaths, promises, and contracts. His presence is believed to ensure honesty and integrity in human affairs. Surya's importance extends to the realm of astrology, where he is associated with the planet Sun and is considered a beneficent influence.

6. Surya in the Ramayana and Mahabharata

Surya plays a significant role in the two great Hindu epics, the Ramayana and the Mahabharata. In the Ramayana, he is the father of Rama, the hero of the epic. He assists Rama in his battle against the evil demon king Ravana, providing him with guidance and protection. In the Mahabharata, Surya is the father of Karna, one of the most tragic heroes of the epic. Karna is a powerful warrior who fights valiantly but is ultimately defeated due to his tragic destiny.

7. The Myth of Surya and His Wives

Surya's wives are known as Samjna, Chhaya, and Ragyi. Samjna, the daughter of the celestial architect Vishwakarma, is the goddess of twilight. Unable to bear the intensity of Surya's radiance, she creates a shadow form, Chhaya, to take her place. However, Surya discovers the deception and curses Chhaya, causing her son Shani to be born with a malefic gaze. Ragyi, a horse-headed goddess, is the daughter of Hiranyakasipu, the demon king. Surya marries Ragyi out of compassion, but she remains childless.

8. The Symbolism of Surya: Light, Consciousness, and Knowledge

Surya is not only a physical representation of the Sun but also a symbol of light, consciousness, and knowledge. He illuminates the world both physically and spiritually. In Hindu philosophy, Surya represents the inner light of wisdom and knowledge that dispels ignorance and darkness. He is the embodiment of pure consciousness and the source of enlightenment.

9. Surya, the Healer and Protector

Surya is revered as a healer and protector in Hindu tradition. His rays are believed to have healing properties, and he is invoked to cure diseases and ailments. As the guardian of the world, Surya protects against evil forces and ensures the well-being of all living beings. He is often depicted holding a lotus flower, which symbolizes purity, fertility, and the power of creation and destruction.

10. Conclusion: The Enduring Legacy of Surya

The myth of Surya continues to inspire and fascinate people around the world. His story is a testament to the power of light and knowledge in overcoming darkness and ignorance. As the Sun God, Surya remains an eternal symbol of hope, renewal, and the enduring cycle of life. His legacy lives on through countless temples, festivals, and rituals dedicated to his worship in India and beyond.

Surya by Talon Abraxas

[gaiathemuse]

I've watched Mouthwashing playthroughs and what's caught my eye is the whole "hero" title. To me, a hero is someone who protects the people with what little power they have, a do what is necessary to protect cause no else can or will. They can be flawed but overall good people at their core or willing to be good. (And if I can insert my bias,Ratchet and Clack, and Sir Daniel Fortesque are good examples of this).

But to Jimmy, a hero is someone who gets respected and rewarded, with all their sins forgotten. So what does Jimmy do when he's faced with his own actions? He makes a problem to "fix." But it doesn't go as planned because Jimmy was never good at planning in the first place. He most likely wanted Curly to do the work, while he plays background. But Curly is incapacitated, and Jimmy is forced into that role and he learns it's actually hard. Cause being a hero actually requires hard work. They help others cause someone needs to and most times want to. When danger arrives, they're in the frontline. As we see throughout the game, Jimmy fails all these things miserably.

A hero solves a problem that takes place, not "fix" one they've made. Problems can be solved, but they can't always be fixed or undone. Curly's own mantra proves to be his demise as he assumes anything can be "fixed". He may have fixed alot of problems Jimmy caused in the past, but what he did to Anya won't magically go away. Curly sees the "best" in Jimmy despite all his actions proving otherwise. Almost like a hero who still thinks their friend turned evil can change. A trope that's flipped and is realistically portrayed as a flaw, rather than a strength. And as everything unfolds, we see Jimmy get more manic, constantly saying he can fix it, he can fix it. He will fix it. He can still be a hero. He's trying to convince himself at this point cause everything around him proving otherwise. His hallucination with Curly, he still thinks they both (cause Jimmy thinks they're partners in crime and Curly is now unable to tell him otherwise), can "be heroes." That twisted party segment was probably his last ditch effort to play up this role he made in his head, but he even fails at that (which is the point) cause he didn't earn a proper one.

And the major question anyone would would ask at this point is: Hero of what? Who is Jimmy saving at this point?

Judgment Day with Polle was reality shattering the image Jimmy made up. He tried to have a whole hero speech as if he's psyching himself up to be the underdog who saves the day against the impossible. He use of Anya's quote as if she was some friend/lover or voice of reason he's followed this whole time will be his final push to victory and not someone he abused and ignored until it suited him. And its funny cause if anything, it's that final quote that pushes him to his end. Polle challenges him. "Why are you still concerned with Curly?" As Swansea said, Curly was Captain. Captains go down with their ships. Heroes sacrifice themselves for others. Curly was dead to rights. So who is Jimmy saving?

And only then does Jimmy realize he's not the hero. He can't be. Again Heroes aren't known for fixing problems they've made. If he goes in the cryopod, He'd have to take responsibility for what he's done. Ironically something he chastised Curly for. Having to take responsibility for what Jimmy's done, even though he knows it will all fall on him anyways. He wouldn't have crashed the ship if it didn't. He wouldn't have taken his own life either, cause then he can't control the narrative that way. You get no rewards for that. He'd be labeled a coward not a hero. Something he was running from the whole time. It wasn't until he was given the ultimatum: Be your twisted perception of a "Hero" and take responsibility or die coward, that he takes this route. The only thing he fixes in the end is the roles he assigned. He's not the hero, he's a coward and dies as such.

[italladdsup]

I CANNOT stop fucking thinking about fucking. I get brainwashed by an evil villain, my previous lover tries to save me, and the villain fucks me right in front of them.

For whatever reason they can't move as they're just forced to watch helpless, as I get my brains fucked out. I'm too weak to fight back. My Mistress has already trained my body completely. They know all of my weak points. And I moan and groan and repeat mantras as my Master fucks me.

My lover is... too stunned for words. How could I, the brave, strong hero who swore to protect everyone, lose against such a... depraved trick? How are they going to get me out of this? Why are they getting so turned on at this?

My Master makes me cum, and I 'wake up'. He's using me like a toy, pounding his dick into my weak asshole so fast and hard. I start to beg for more. He pushes me down onto my knees, facing my Lover.

I notice my lover again in my current state. I haven't seen them in so long, I missed them so much. I can't help but notice their... huge erection bulging in their pants. It must be from the sweet, asphoric gas filling the air. or maybe watching me be used by Master is turning them on. Maybe it's both.

"It's fine..." I reassure them. "Everything is... fine... Just... Relax, enjoy the high... Come here... I'll make you feel better..."

My lover comes to me, and gets down on their knees. They unzip their pants, and pull out their cock. It's not nearly as big as Master's is, but it looks so good. I can't help but start to lick and suck it.

"you taste... So much better than they do..." I tell them. "Just... hold still, okay? Let me..." I wrap my mouth around their cock, licking it all over. Thankfully, Master doesn't mind as I serve my Lover the best I can as well

[aspd-thoughts]

the amount of so-called “leftists” that believe that being Cluster B is evil, I just-

as someone who spends a lot of time in far-left spaces, the deep-seated ableism against Cluster B peeps is even in the most accepting spaces. They call all right-wingers psychopaths, call Trump a narcissist, say that BPD causes right wing ideology.

And one of the worst parts, I think, is that they will never see the error of their ways. If you try to correct them they double down. My mantra is literally “NCBs are really fucking protective of their insults.”

actual response I’ve gotten from saying that calling Trump a narcissistic sociopath is ableist:

“Fair enough! No need for downvoting this well thought out take on my description of who and what he represents. By definition he has displayed the signs of a sociopath and a narcissist. I don't mean it as an insult rather a matter of fact. I'm not a psychologist or psychiatrist to diagnose anyone though I can rely on the opinions who are that would agree with my assessment within this thread.”

As it stands, it’s near impossible to exist as a Cluster Ber pretty much anywhere. Stigma against us is so normalized that calling it out makes us seem like the bad guys. It’s seen as reasonable or even smart to use the S and P slur against your political enemies.

And I honestly don’t see it getting better in the near future.

This, in my opinion, is why Cluster B spaces are so important. We need at least one place where we can just be ourselves without having to be closeted or constantly insulted. We need our own spaces because the ones that exist sure don’t want us.

[winterwandersland]

Paperwork

tw/cw: fighting word count: 4.2k Summary: "He killed my mom." Simon breaks some news to Kamara

Chapter Four: Are You My Mother?

“Did you like that tale?” Kamara asked Ellie, putting away the mythology book filled with mythological stories from cultures all over the world and placing it on the bedside table to be read the next night. “Yes! Kali is so cool,” Ellie exclaimed. “Why do they call her a mother if she doesn’t have any kids?” Ellie inquired.

“That’s because she is seen as the mother of other things like creation, destruction, time, death, nature, and motherly love. She would do anything, and I mean anything, to protect those she loves, even if it seems evil at the time. You don’t have to have a child to be a mother. Sometimes, the instinct is already there,” Kamara explained, tucking Ellie into her bed, fluffing her pillows and moving her ‘protective’ curtains into place.

“Are you my mother?”

“Well, that all depends on you. I think of myself as your mother, but I know that you already had one. I understand it may be hard for you to see me as your mom, and it’s okay if you don’t. My feelings won’t be hurt. So, I can be your mom, if that’s what you would like, or I can-.”

“I want you to be my mom,” the small child interrupted. A smile spread across Kamara’s face, beaming with the warmth that flooded her body. “I would love to do nothing more than your mother, but I know that it may be difficult to call me ‘mom’, so you can call me ‘Mara’, like you do now, until you think you’re ready to call me ‘mom’.”

“Okay. What about Simon? Is he my dad?”

“He is whoever you are ready for him to be.”

The child looked her in the eyes and nodded her head, making the decision to deem the couple her parents.

“Goodnight, Ellie. I love you.”

“My baby! My baby,” Kamara wept into Simon’s heaving chest, her legs going limp and Simon catching her weight, following her body down to the ground. She repeated the phrase with her arms tightly wrapped around his waist, her head against his beefy chest that was collecting all of her tears. Simon kept his calm, repeating a mantra to himself while he closed his eyes with Kamara in his arms: She’s alright. She's alright. No matter how many times he repeated the mantra, it was hard to bring himself to believe it with the way Kamara mourned.

He tilted her head up, taking her face into both of his palms to make eye contact with him. Her eyes became swollen from the constant flow of tears down her face. Taking his thumbs, he wiped under her eyes and did his best to wipe away the tears that began to stain her face.“Baby, I need you to listen to me.”

“It’s all my fault! I shouldn’t have come with you! She’s dead because of me!” It had been years since Simon had seen Kamara cry so much. Sure, she’d have her moments, but not to the point that she was inconsolable, her nose stuffed so much she was struggling to breathe, her eyes red and puffy, and her breathing uneven. “Mar, baby-.”

“She’s gone!” Kamara wailed.

“No, she’s not, Mar. She weren’t in the house.” Each breath she took was hitched as she attempted to find steady pacing in her breaths, processing the words that just left Simon’s mouth.

“Wh-What?” She was still crying, but now it was less, her breathing becoming more steady, though her voice nasally, and her legs trying to gain back their strength. Simon wiped away her tears, again, giving her the ability to finally see him with clear vision.

“She weren’t in the house, love. I had Laswell check on our way here. Place was empty.”

“So then, where are they? It’s late! Ellie should be in bed! I have to tell her goodnight! I have to tell her I love her!” It was their ritual. A ceremony before bed. Kamara read Ellie a mythology story, told her goodnight, and ended with “I love you,” ensuring that if anything were to ever happen, she made sure those three words were the last Ellie heard from her.

“You can and you will. But right now, I need you to calm down. Take some breaths.” Breathe in. Breathe out. Simon’s voice replayed in her head as he demonstrated the breathing techniques with her, letting her feel the steady rise and fall of his chest.

It took some time before she stormed back to the team, preparing to interrogate them, her eyes still slightly red from crying and being so close to the flames that only seemed to grow the more the firefighters attempted to put it out. Simon called after her, “Mar, wait,”, but she had a mission and that was to find her daughter.

A woman walked up to her to introduce herself. “Hello. You must be Kamara. I’m Kate Laswell.”

She wasn’t thinking clearly. The only person on her mind was her daughter and she wanted answers, not worried about anyone else. “I don’t give a fuck who you are unless you can tell me where my daughter is.” The blonde woman was still caught off guard, even though Kamara’s anger was anticipated. Beforehand, she was warned not to address the fiery soldier until she was calm, but she acted against such warnings.

“I understand, but unfortunately, I cannot-,” Laswell started to explain.

“Then we’re done talking.” Kamara looked at Simon before she said anything else. “I’m calling Joel.”

"Unfortunately, the Miller's phones were deactivated and disposed of, making it impossible to contact them."

“Excuse me? The fuck do you mean? Why would you do that?” Kamara demanded answers, but the ones she sought Laswell knew it wasn’t her place to tell. Laswell’s eyes crept to the person diagonal to her and Kamara followed them, finding Simon, who peered down directly at his wife. His chest quaked as he felt her energy shift to him, the tension feeling like it had him trapped in a box. “You know something about this?”

It wasn’t that he was afraid of Kamara. He wouldn’t have married her if he was. But her anger was something that he knew would get him in trouble if she didn’t control it. She was associated with him and her going off like wildfire would earn him some remarks from others, which would put him in a position to have to refrain from beating anyone who spoke ill of her. His wife struggled with emotional regulation. He knew that. But in this instance, he knew she was justified.

“I was gonna tell ya once you’d calmed down, but you legged it before I could,” he explained.

“Tell me what?” Kamara was practically seething through her teeth, the endless possibilities of Ellie’s whereabouts racing through her mind. Was she kidnapped? Were they all taken away and are being held hostage? Her mind only went to the worst, and she feared for the fate of her little one.

“I’m gettin’ Ellie, Tommy, Joel, and Sarah sent to a safe house,” Simon answered.

“You’re doing what?” Her voice became slightly accented, resorting back to her Russian upbringing.

“Given the circumstances, it would be best-,” Laswell chimed in.

Kamara snapped her neck towards her and hissed, “You stay out of this!”

She turned back to face her husband. “Simon, what did you do?” The more she spoke, the more her American accent left and Simon could tell she was becoming increasingly agitated.

“I told ya what I did. They’ll come round one last time so we can say goodbye, then they’ve gotta stay at the safe house ‘til we’re sure it’s safe for ‘em to go.”

“Why? We can protect Ellie ourselves,” Kamara argued. In her mind, the only way Ellie would be safe is in her parents’ arms, not in a safe house surrounded by soldiers she didn’t know.

“I know we can, but Tommy, Joel, and Sarah's lives are at risk, too. It weren’t just Ellie's name on that list.”

Kamara’s nose flared, her full lips slightly turned downward, and her eyes narrowed as her gaze left Simon’s eyes. She kept her arms crossed and stood in silence. He was right. Ellie’s name wasn’t the only name on that list, but to her, that didn’t matter. Everyone else wasn’t her child.

There was still chaos around them, the flames finally calming and the rest of the 141 witnessing the tension between Laswell, Simon, and Kamara. Now Gaz and Soap understood why Price stumbled over his words when Kamara asked about the files. He didn’t want to be on the other end of her fury.

“Okay,” she began, looking back at Simon, going over the next words she would say to the man that was only trying to protect their family, but she saw a shadow flash through the house, undetected by everyone but her.

Kamara was nimble, always able to get through any obstacle in her way with ease, almost always only being caught if she wanted to be. She had slipped past Simon and sprinted into the house that the firefighters were still working on to control the flames. They didn’t see her coming, so they weren’t able to catch her before she ran into the half burning house. ” Kamara!” Simon yelled.

When he chased after her, his team held him back the second they saw him try to run past, reaching out to snatch the woman away from the flames. Simon could be as light as a feather on the field, but it was hard to miss a man of his size in a small crowd of people that remained.

“You can’t go in there, son,” Captain Price said as he tried to hold the Lieutenant back. Oddly enough, Price was only a couple inches shorter than Simon, but he matched Simon’s strength, blocking him from getting in front of the firefighters that were hesitant to go after Kamara.

“Kamara is in there,” Simon explained once he realized he wasn’t getting past any of the firefighters or Price.

“If she can run in, she can run out. Like you said before, she’ll be fine,” Price assured him.

There was a clashing sound that came from the back of the house. The team ran to the backyard and Laswell informed the firefighters that she would handle the situation, since the house was now filled with ashes and no longer ablaze. They saw a red-headed woman roll on the ground and before they could spring to her aid, Kamara leapt through the shattered window, a knife in hand and walking with fury.

“Mouse, we can talk about this! I can explain,” the fallen woman pleaded as she lifted herself off of the ground. Kamara didn’t say anything and threw the knife at the woman, but she dodged it and the knife stuck into the ground.

“Okay. You still don’t talk. That’s great. We can do this the old-fashioned way then, yea?,” the woman said.

Kamara withdrew another knife from her waistband. The Task Force and Laswell watched the commotion, but none of them wanted there to be any bloodshed.

"Woah, Mare, wait," Gaz said as he approached Kamara, extending his hand to gently place it on her shoulder and convince her to put the knife down. Simon saw a look in Kamara’s eyes, the same look she’d have in the midst of the battlefield, the look that told him that there would be no talking. “Gaz, wait!” he shouted.

She twisted Gaz’s hand, and his head went back from the force of her fist. She wrung his arm behind his back and kicked in the back of his knee, bringing him to the ground. Soap attempted to go to Gaz’s aid, but he was practically lifted off the ground with the strength of Simon’s tug. Price shook his head at Soap, standing strong in his position next to Simon.

“Stand down, Mare,” Price commanded, his words going straight through her ears.

The Task Force members stayed to the side, away from the two women. “We’re just going to let them fight?” asked Soap.

“Yes,” Ghost answered.

“You’re doing the paperwork for this,” Price told Ghost.

“Nah, I’m good,” he responded.

“I wasn’t asking.”

The woman, who was slightly smaller than Kamara, rushed her from behind, but Kamara watched her shadow quickly approach and threw Gaz to the ground to move out of the way. She kneed the woman in the stomach and swung her to the ground.

Immediately, she got on top of the woman and brought the knife down toward her, but she grabbed Kamara’s hand, challenging the force she threatened to bring down. Both of the women grunted while they fought the strength of each other. Kamara’s weight shifted minimally, and the woman used it to bring Kamara to the ground, the two now switching positions. She put her knee onto the arm that Kamara used to hold the knife and held down her other arm.

“Listen to me!” the woman yelled at her.

Kamara’s legs lifted in front of the woman, wrapping over her arms, and slamming her onto the ground. The thud briefly took the breath from her lungs and she rolled to her side, coughing while the air filled her chest again. Kamara grabbed the knife and held it above the woman and before she could bring it down, it was kicked out of her hand and her head throbbed from the impact of the woman’s boot. The woman took the knife and sent it slashing past Kamara’s arm, drawing the first blood of the fight.

“I drew first blood. Now you listen,” the woman said as she put her hands up in the air, dropping the knife.

It was the rules. The first to draw blood wins. Any requests made, the loser must abide.

Blood leaked through Kamara’s fingers that were clamped over her laceration. She stared at the woman, still not saying a word, only panting from the fight. “Mouse, please,” the woman said through her breaths. She looked at Simon, who was inching closer to her, his arm out to place pressure on her wound. “Ghost, hold on a second,” Price said. But he knew Kamara wouldn’t harm him.

He pressed his hand against her wound, making her wince at the pain. “Take her to interrogation,” she said softly. Ghost repeated the command to the team, and the woman was handcuffed and thrown in the back of the military vehicle. When everyone was out of sight, he tended his attention back to Kamara, checking her body for other wounds. “You alright? You get burned?” he inquired with his pressure increasing on her laceration.

“M’fine,” she seethed through her teeth.

“Who was that?” he asked.

Kamara could hear the voice of a younger child calling from the front of the house, completely ignoring the question. “Mara,” she heard the child yelling. “Ellie,” she mumbled. She ran to the front of the house in search of the child, Simon trailing slowly behind her, scoping the environment as he walked. Tommy was behind Ellie, his hands on her shoulders. The front yard was mostly cleared of civilians, only the team guarding the vehicle and the firefighters loading into the firetruck.

Tommy turned Ellie towards Kamara and pointed at her, drawing her attention towards the injured mother. “Mara!” she called. Ellie’s feet moved faster than they ever had, rushing to Kamara and leaping into her arms. “Ellie. My baby,” she murmured. Ellie could feel the salt water stream from Kamara’s eyes onto the top of her head as her mother embraced her.

“Why are you bleeding?” Ellie asked, looking at the blood that covered Kamara’s hand.

“It’s nothing. I just got into a little fender bender. I’ll be okay,” she replied.

“What’s going on?” Ellie asked, her voice quaking.

“Remember how I said I was only gonna be gone for a week and I would come see you everyday?” She held Ellie in her arms, feeling her nod against the crook of her neck.

“Well, I ran into some problems while I was working with your father, today and those problems were a lot bigger than I thought they were. So, to keep y’all safe and away from these problems, you, Sarah, Tommy, and Joel are going to go to a house where not even Simon or I can find you. It’s the only way to keep y’all safe,” Kamara explained.

“So, I won’t ever see you again?”

Kamara’s breath shuddered, but she kept her tears back. “No, you will! You will. But just not every night like we were supposed to. I have to help your dad and his team solve this issue we have, and it may take longer than a week. But when it’s all over, we’re gonna come straight to you, okay? I promise. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

She held out her pinky and Ellie hooked hers around Kamara’s. To seal the deal, Kamara brought their pinkies up to her lips and placed a gentle kiss, Ellie doing the same. She unlinked their pinkies and pointed, directing Ellie’s attention behind her. “Look, Ellie! It’s Simon!”

Ellie loved Simon and was always excited to see him, so when she gripped onto Kamara tighter and turned her head away from him, it threw both parents off. Simon’s stomach dropped when he saw Ellie.

Kamara let Ellie’s feet touch the ground, opening up more room for Ellie to run to Simon the same way she ran to her. He eased his way towards Ellie, removing his mask in hopes of easing her fears, but his efforts went to no avail. Ellie squeezed her arms around her mother, closing the distance between them. The worried mother knelt down to Ellie’s level, gently pulling her off of her, meeting her glassy eyes.

Kamara had seen this look many times when Ellie would wake up from her nightmares. It was a look she knew all too well.

Fear.

“Ellie, what’s wrong? It’s just Simon. That’s your father. I promise.” Her assurances were of no use. The child’s eyes sent daggers through the man. He tried to come closer, but stopped in his tracks when Ellie began to yell at and push him.

“Get away from me!”

“Woah, Ellie. What are you doing? Why’d you do that? It’s just Simon. I swear.” Kamara’s eyes darted toward Simon, the lines on her forehead becoming prominent as her eyebrows wrinkled and a frown forming across her lips. “He killed my mom,” Ellie accused.

Both parents were taken aback, Simon having to take a step back like the words were physically thrown at him.

“Wha-what did you just say?” Kamara asked.

How could she possibly have known that? She would have been too young to remember. Not only that, but she didn’t witness what happened. Either way, there was no way for Ellie to know such information. It was a situation that they hoped to explain to her when she was old enough to understand, but at this age, it could demolish their relationship, or what was left of it.

Ellie repeated what she said, leaving both of her parents just as stunned as before.

“El, who told you-,” Simon attempted to ask.

“Don’t talk to me!” Ellie yelled.

Kamara looked back at Simon, unknowing of what to do.

“Ellie, I need to know who told you that,” Kamara told her.

“The woman in my room.”

“What woman in your room? What did she look like? Was she the same woman from home?” Since she was able to speak for herself, Ellie had told stories about the woman in her room who she assumed to be her dead mother. Every time Kamara went to check, no one was there, everything in the room just as they had left it, other than Ellie’s ruffle blankets. Since Simon had installed the lights over Ellie’s bed, she hadn’t complained of seeing the woman in her room, so they assumed it was her fear of the dark mixed with trauma that they hoped would be resolved by the time puberty hit.

“It was dark. She whispered in my ear before she left and then she came back to tell me to tell Uncle Joel and Uncle Tommy to go get ice cream.”

“Are you sure it was the same person?” Kamara asked. She eyed the tinted military vehicle where the other woman was, unable to be seen from outside.

“Yes…no…I don’t know,” Ellie answered, shrugging her shoulders and eyeing her surroundings.

“Ellie, I-,” Simon started as he attempted to walk towards her again.

Ellie had interrupted him as she began to yell, “No! Stay away from me! I hate-!”

Kamara firmly grabbed her, turning her eye line to face her again, stooping back to her level. “No! Ellie, stop. He didn’t do it. I did it. I killed your mother. Not Simon,” Kamara purported.

“You’re lying!” Ellie yelled at her mother, backing away from her.

“I did it, okay? It was me. Your mother was sick and dying,” Kamara started to explain. Her daughter made her way towards Simon. “Mar, stop-,” he pleaded.

“Shut up! I can take it,” she snapped at Simon. “Listen to me, Ellie. We couldn’t leave her there to suffer. There was nothing else we could do. She told us to keep you safe, and so we did.”

“I hate you!” Ellie yelled. She ran to Simon and he caught her, holding her close, bringing her head to his shoulder.

“Ellie, don’t say that,” he told her.

“I don’t want you to be my mom anymore!” she yelled at Kamara from Simon’s arms.

“Ellie!” Simon gasped.

A tear slipped past Kamara’s eye, falling onto her shirt, the laceration on her arm no longer being the pain she felt. “Ellie, I love you,” she quavered.

Ellie sobbed in Simon’s arms. “Go away! I never want to see you again!”

“You don’t mean that,” Simon insisted. They never wanted to invalidate Ellie’s feelings, but they didn’t want her saying anything she regretted, especially when the fates of the mission were unclear. More tears traveled down Kamara’s face. “Okay. I understand. I’m sorry,” Kamara said, flashing a faint smile that only Simon could see.

She made her way toward Joel, Tommy, and Sarah, simultaneously wrapping her arm with the cloth she kept handy. It didn’t go unnoticed that Sarah started to increase the distance between her and Kamara.

Kamara understood.

Why would she want to be around the woman who killed her cousin’s mother? She was a murderer in her eyes. Tommy and Joel knew the truth and they knew that with Kamara’s confession, they weren’t to tell Ellie or Sarah. The three of them hugged and said their goodbyes. “Everything is going to be alright,” Joel said into Kamara’s ear as they hugged.

“Yea,” she replied. She waved at Sarah, but was only met with a frightened stare, similar to the one Ellie had given Simon just minutes before.

The motorcycle she rode earlier was laid in the blackening—just like her heart—grass, missing a few pieces, but still fully functional. She mounted onto it and made her way back toward base, letting the wind wipe away her tears until her face was dried from the saline droplets that fell from her eyes.

Simon carried Ellie to Tommy and Joel, meeting them at their escort’s car. He put Ellie down and she joined Sarah in the car after he gave her a kiss goodbye. “Why’d she do that?” Tommy asked, keeping his voice quiet enough to only be heard between the three of them. “I don’t know, but you can’t-,” Simon started.

“We can’t tell them the truth. We know. You two are the parents. That’s your job. Not ours,” Joel interrupted. They separately embraced Simon, giving him the strong double pats on the back upon release.

Simon knocked on the back door window and it opened up. Ellie greeted Simon, wrapping her arms tight around his neck. “Hey, babygirl,” he cooed at her.

“Do you have to leave?” she asked him. She turned doe-eyed and a tear slid over her cheek.

“Yes, I do. But we will come back as soon as the mission is over.”

“I don’t want Mara to come back,” Ellie confessed.

“Don’t say that. She is your mother, whether you like it or not. She loves you and will love you no matter how much you think you hate her. Maybe one day you will understand why she did what she did,” Simon answered.

He knew that one day Ellie would find out that Mara wasn’t the one who put a bullet through her mother’s head. That was certain. He only prayed that one day she would understand why her mother had just lied to her to protect himself and he prayed that he would, too.

He said his goodbyes to Sarah and Ellie, and as his back faced his family, he reapplied his mask, returning to the scary soldier everyone knew, hiding the pain of the father and husband underneath.

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Out of Office, chapter 1

I’ve decided to start an Underworld Office longfic despite knowing the fandom is small and that I have never written a longfic before. Been working at it for some time now and have only now gotten it together enough to post it. Hope you enjoy! (Also if you do read it, say hi! There aren’t many of us Underworld Office fans.)

This chapter is mostly buildup, with Eugene struggling with his whole morality crisis while Charlie is generally angsty and Luke, Joy, and Oliver worry about Eugene. Set a couple days after the Charlie in Underworld “Charlie and Eugene” ending. Also on Ao3.

Station 00 is approaching. Please stand clear of the doorways.

The subway pulled to a stop at the station, doors sliding open. Eugene was the only one who got off there.

The place that used to be the station of the underworld office was silent, deserted. Bright yellow caution tape was strung across the entrance to the stairway and back and forth in front of piles of rubble. Eugene ducked under the tape and quietly stepped into the underworld office (or the information center, as it'd be known to the living).

Cracks splayed across the windows, but otherwise, the place was exactly like Eugene remembered it being for years. Except empty. Completely, horribly empty. Devoid of any form of life or death. It was still hard to comprehend what had happened just a few days ago.

Eugene walked over to the lost and found cabinet, his footsteps echoing loudly in the silence. He put a hand on the door, but didn't find the strength to open it. He already knew what was inside. Hayden's hat, unneeded by him once he decided to leave the office for good and stay with his family. Joan's cane, with her and the ghost she'd killed trapped inside for an indefinite amount of time. Boss's charm, which held many evil spirits inside, which he'd left behind after realizing he didn't need to guard the spirit door anymore and leaving. And then the braided lock of River's hair, left behind when she passed into the world beyond. Gone forever.

Eugene slid down the cabinet's door, sitting down at its foot and leaning against it. He felt so tired. He had no idea how he was going to take care of things all on his own now. Why did they all leave? Why did River feel so content passing on? Why did Boss put such an effort into keeping them all there only to leave as soon as he decided he could ditch his responsibility?

Eugene's eyes started to sting. What made Joan think that man she'd killed years ago needed her more than everyone who was still here, still alive? Why did she leave Eugene all alone? And what about Hayden? Was working with Eugene in the underworld office really so hard that he never wanted to see him again?

Eugene coughed to try to clear his throat and wiped at his eyes. The tears just kept coming though, and he couldn't stop the thoughts either. Was being with him really just a part of River's prison? Was she happier in the world beyond now that she didn't have to worry about protecting him all the time?

"Ugh." Eugene held his head in his hands and tried to will himself to calm down. Mostly by repeating a mantra of calm down, calm down in his head, which possibly helped a little bit, but probably didn't, since he was still choked up and feeling thick in the head. "Come on..." he whimpered, begging his brain to get ahold of itself. It had always been nice to have River or Joan to talk him through things when he got like this before. Maybe that was harder for River than he'd ever realized. Maybe that was what she was glad to get away from. He'd thought he was finally doing something meaningful, but turned out he was still just as much of a burden as he'd ever been.

There was a crash of glass shattering on the floor. Eugene's head flew up. A man with a large scar across his face was standing outside the door, looking in surprise at a piece of glass which had broken off of the cracked door and shattered on the floor.

"Oops," he said. "Haha, not a very solid door, huh?" The man winced. "I'm sorry. Will that cost me?"

Eugene stared at him for a minute, trying to get his thoughts together.

"...You alright?" The man tentatively opened the door, wincing as another piece of glass fell loose. "I'll pay for it."

"Augh, no. Sorry. It was already broken," Eugene wiped at his eyes, hoping he didn't look too horrible.

"Oh, thanks." The man slid the shards of glass against the wall with his shoe. He cleared his throat. "Should I come back later? I understand if this is a bad time."

"No, it's alright. I'm here anyway. What do you need?" Eugene jumped at the chance to be pulled out of his thoughts.

"Okay, so... is it true that this place has a history of the um..." He looked around, then whispered "...paranormal?"

Eugene leaned back. "Yes." He'd tried to keep things on the down-low, but he never wanted to lie to people.

The man looked down, uncomfortable. "There's actually someone I've been wanting to talk to, um, someone dead. If that's possible. Her name is Charlie."

Eugene sucked in a breath, his eyebrows flying up. "Died at about 17? About yea tall?" He put up a hand.

"Yeah!" The man perked up. "You know her?"

Eugene ran a hand through his hair nervously. "Well, yes, but... I'm afraid your timing isn't great. I don't know where she is right now."

The man wilted. "Ugh. Guess I should've known it wouldn't be so easy."

"I can't promise anything, but if I see her again, I could ask her about you. What's your name? And how do you know Charlie?" Somehow it hadn't occurred to Eugene that people from Charlie's life could still be alive.

"I'm Mike. I knew her during high school... something happened and..." Mike looked away. "I don't know. I want to talk to her about it if I can."

Eugene raised an eyebrow. Charlie still hadn't told him much about what she'd remembered from her past, so he mused about what Mike could be talking about. "Okay, Mike. If I see her again, I'll mention you."

Mike chuckled nervously. "Thanks." He turned to go, cringing again at the sight of the door.

"Wait, Mike, one more thing," Eugene stopped him. "How did you hear that you could get help with the paranormal at this station? I thought that was pretty private knowledge." Among the living, that is.

Mike glanced back, then looked away. "It... might sound weird. But I had a dream about it."

"A dream..." Eugene gazed into space thoughtfully.

"Well, anyway, thanks for your help." Mike paused as it looked like he realized something. He dug a business card out of his pocket. "Here's my number. Call me if you find out anything."

"Oh, right." Eugene took the card. "I'll tell you what I find out."

Mike flashed a smile and a thumbs-up, then he gingerly opened the door and stepped outside.

Eugene took a deep breath. "...A dream, huh?" Who would give him a dream about the underworld office?

...

Charlie sat in the graveyard, leaning against someone's headstone. It wasn't hers. She'd searched around to see if hers happened to be there, but really she didn't think she'd died in this town anyway, so she wasn't surprised to not find it.

Charlie groaned at the sky. It wasn't raining, but the layer of gray clouds made everything look gloomy, like she felt. Why was it that she just appeared and then managed to drive away every ghost who showed any interest in helping her within a few days? Of course it could be argued that none of that was technically her fault, but c'mon, who is she kidding? Her showing up was the only thing that changed before suddenly the whole underworld office fell apart.

She opened and closed her scissors with the satisfying sounds of metal against metal. Eugene was probably all depressed now because of her. He was probably mad at her too. Ugh, who wouldn't be? Classic Charlie, messing everything up just by existing.

She snipped off the head of a nearby dandelion. She'd thought about it, and it didn't seem like there was much she could do at this point but leave Eugene alone. I mean, maybe she could go and... what, apologize? She'd never been very good at that, as evidenced by the way she'd soundly ruined her life. Whether or not her father had been right in the way he treated her, the title of a bad daughter was definitely one Charlie deserved.

Charlie gave an overdramatic sigh, then felt annoyed that no one was there to hear it. Being ignored was the worst. Maybe she should just go confront Eugene even though he was probably mad at her. Anything was better than just being alone, wasn't it?

After jumping around for a minute in a failed attempt to learn how to fly, Charlie grumbled and then stalked off towards the subway station.

Charlie wasn't sure exactly what her plan was as she slipped between the living people at the train station and boarded. She only really put in the effort to realize that it was stupid to expect Eugene to be at station 00 right now after she had already stowed away on the train. Maybe he was at home. Or maybe he was actually injured from the explosion and was at the hospital. Or maybe he was off knitting with his gramma, she didn't know!

Charlie stashed her scissors between two seat cushions then took advantage of the fact that none of the mortals could see her to splay herself melodramatically across the subway floor and moan. It did help her feel a little better. Maybe overdramatic expressions of weirdome were healthy or something. Therapists would be interested to know.

Charlie pulled herself up and jumped around trying to fly again until the train pulled to a stop and she fell over. Station 00, please stand clear of the doors.

Charlie grabbed her scissors and walked right up to the door. It opened, and she casually-- jumped to the side in a frantic motion because Mike himself walked straight through the door.

"Nope," Charlie said to herself, then dashed out the door and away from Mike.

She wandered over to the wrecked-looking underworld office room and was surprised to find Eugene there, sitting against the wall before a poorly-cleaned-up spray of glass shards. He looked like he'd just had a whole crying angst-fest. Weirdo weak baby. Or, um. Ahem. She should probably try to be more empathetic.

Anyway, he was also sitting there all humanly, so that was a little frustrating.

Charlie walked through the door to stand in front of Eugene and started swinging her scissors around in his face. He startled and scrambled up away from them. "Ack! Charlie? Be more careful with those!"

Charlie rolled her eyes, though ended up paling as she remembered the horrible accident with Mike. She definitely did need to be more careful with her scissors, actually.

"I thought you'd left..." Eugene said absently, looking at Charlie's scissors. "You have your scissors. You don't need to stay."

Charlie rolled her eyes. "Leave your body, idiot, then we can talk."

"Sorry," Eugene said, almost like he'd heard her. "I'll head home now, then I can leave my body and talk to you."

Charlie cocked an eyebrow. "Great timing. The subway literally just left."

Eugene stepped carefully over the glass and found a seat on a bench in front of where the subway would stop. He checked that Charlie's scissors were still following him as she sat down on the bench beside him.

She rested her chin on her hand. "You're gonna have to teach me to fly at some point. Man, would've been cool to learn from River though. She was fast."

Eugene didn't answer, obviously. If he was mad at her, why wasn't he saying anything? Was this something Eugene did that she didn't know about yet? Give people the silent treatment when he was upset? He'd talked to Boss...

At length, the subway came. Charlie sighed, then stuck her scissors in Eugene's shirt pocket. He jumped, looking down at them in surprise. He looked around himself in confusion, then got on the train with Charlie following unseeable behind.

Eugene sat like a normal person as the subway chugged along. After a minute a middle school girl walked up to him and they chatted for a while while Charlie hung off of the bars making bored sounds.

At long last the group reached Eugene's stop and Charlie bounced anxious circles around Eugene while he walked to his apartment. At the glorious moment of truth, he lay down on his bed and put the guardian flower in his mouth.

Eugene woke up to Charlie bemoaning the pain of waiting. "uuUUUUUUUHH-- oh finally!" She stood up straight from the position she'd held splayed across Eugene's desk chair. "That took forever."

"Heh, sorry..." Eugene handed Charlie back her scissors. "Why did you let me hold your scissors?"

"Wha? Oh, I just didn't want to freak out the train people by floating scissors around." She rolled her eyes.

"You really trust me with...? Oh, nevermind." Eugene looked Charlie up and down, taking in her dark body again. "Why did you come back? I thought you were anxious to leave as soon as you got your scissors."

Charlie shrugged. "Being alone is boring." She raised an eyebrow at him. "Aren't you mad at me?"

Eugene stared. "For what?"

"Uh, duh? For ruining your life??" Charlie waved her hands helplessly.

Eugene frowned. "I missed the part where you 'ruined my life'."

"Ugh, well, fine, whatever," Charlie batted the topic away. "Glad you're not mad at me, I guess."

Eugene took a seat on the side of his bed beside his body (beside himself, hehe-). "Yeah. None of what happened was really something you can be blamed for. Anyway, since you're here, there's something I want to talk to you about. Someone came by the office today--"

"Uh oh," Charlie mumbled. Don't be Mike, don't be Mike...

"He said his name was Mike."

Charlie threw her scissors onto the carpet.

"Woah, are you okay?" Eugene put his hands up defensively, or maybe to try to calm her down.

"Yes! No! Ugh-- I dunno!" Charlie gripped her hair. "AUGH! I know I should talk to him, but I don't want to!"

"Why not? What happened between you two?" Eugene stood up, stepping towards her cautiously.

"You wouldn't get it!" Charlie said. She started pacing. "Ugh, can we just not talk about it?

"Well... okay," Eugene said. "Why did you come to me then?"

"Can we just do something normal? Like do a patrol or something? I'm so bored." Charlie collapsed into Eugene's chair.

Eugene cringed. "No, sorry. I'm actually going to meet my friends pretty soon, so I can't."

"Ugh," Charlie flopped backwards dramatically. "Being a ghost is boring."

Eugene shrugged. "You could go on a patrol yourself. Or make some friends."

Charlie raised an eyebrow. "And how'd making ghost friends work for you?"

Eugene flinched, and she regretted what she'd said pretty quickly. He stared at her for a second, then said quietly, "Maybe it'll be good for me to spend some time away from you." 

"Okay, whatever," Charlie said, looking away. "Have fun with your human friends."

Eugene ignored her rather pointedly as he lay down in his body and woke up. He stood and left the room, leaving Charlie alone.

...

Luke glanced over at Eugene in concern. Joy and Oliver were chatting happily, but Eugene had been pretty quiet this whole time. Where everyone else's sodas had almost been all consumed, Eugene's was nearly full. Luke tried to catch his eye, but Eugene seemed lost in his head.

Luke elbowed him. "You alright, Eugene?"

Eugene jumped, then sighed. "I don't know. A lot has happened recently."

Joy leaned over. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Eugene looked torn. "I don't know. I... no. It's fine." He didn't look like he believed that.

Luke felt frustrated. Why wouldn't Eugene talk about it? He knew better than to push though.

"It has to do with the station getting destroyed, doesn't it?" Oliver asked. "Did something big happen with your work?"

Luke pushed Oliver. "Hey, he doesn't have to talk if he doesn't want to."

Eugene hesitated, then muttered, "Something about that." His eyes dropped down to his soda cup.

"Really?" Oliver snorted. "You have some crazy business happening with your Eugene-ish stuff. I wish I knew more."

Luke glared at him. Did he understand the concept of subtlety? Oliver caught his evil eye and only looked confused.

Eugene shook his head. "No, you don't." He drooped. "It's probably better that way. Maybe it would've been better for me too."

Luke glanced at Oliver and Joy, seeing they shared his concern. "Haven't you been working there for years? I thought you liked it."

Eugene curled in on himself, and Joy took the tipping cup from his hand before it could spill. "I liked the people there," he said wetly.

"The people?" Luke sat up straight in alarm. "Like Hayden? Did something happen to him?"

"Guys, I don't..." Eugene curled down, back, and Luke suddenly noticed that Eugene was surrounded. Luke slipped away off of the bench, and it was like a gate had been flung open. Eugene sprung to his feet. "I should go. I think I need some time to think."

"You sure? I mean, we don't have to talk about things that make you uncomfortable. We could just hang out, couldn't we?" Joy said worriedly.

"No, I'm..." Eugene backed away again. "N-not now. Sorry." He turned stiffly and hurried off.

The three watched him walk off. "Should one of us go after him?" Oliver asked tentatively.

"No," Luke said, with more harshness than he'd intended. He winced, then looked back at Joy and Oliver sadly. "Come on, guys. I thought you knew not to pressure him like that."

Oliver's eyes widened, and Joy hung her head abashedly. "Luke, we're..." Joy took a level breath, then met Luke's gaze again. "We're just worried. There's something going on in Eugene's life, and we want to help."

"He'll tell us when he's ready!" Luke reprimanded. "You can't push him!"

Joy's gaze softened for a second. Then it hardened again. "Like he's told us about what goes on at his job?"

Luke opened his mouth to counter, then shut it again. He had nothing to say to that.

"Just yesterday, he was caught in an explosion," Joy stated. "And we don't know why. Except that it had something to do with his job."

"It's not our place..." Luke trailed off as he remembered what Eugene had told him years ago. That his job was dangerous, that it might even kill him.

"As his friends, isn't it our responsibility to do what we can to make sure he's safe?"

Luke looked down.

Oliver tilted his head. "What do you mean? What are you suggesting?"

Joy looked the way Eugene had left and folded her arms. "I'm not sure yet. But we have to do something. If Eugene won't tell us what's going on, we'll have to find out ourselves."

"Spying?!" Oliver exclaimed, looking a little too excited.

"What? No!" Luke burst in. "What's wrong with you? We can't spy on our friend!"

Joy slapped a hand over Oliver's mouth. "That's not what I said, okay? We don't have to spy. We probably have enough information already that we could figure out a lot of things just by sharing info."

Luke frowned. "I don't like it."

"We don't have much of a choice," Joy said. She looked down. "It does feel weird. I know. And it's not ideal. But imagine if Eugene had been hurt in that explosion. We've waited too long already."

"I get it," Oliver said. "He won't like it, but it might be what's best for him anyway."

Joy and Oliver looked to Luke.

Luke avoided their gazes, trying to think. This didn't feel right. He treasured the trust Eugene had for him, and he didn't want to lose it. But what if being too much of a pushover made him lose him? Joy was right. Something about Eugene's work was dangerous, and for all they knew, it might get worse.

"Okay," Luke said, not looking at Joy as she perked up. "Fine."

"Thanks, Luke." Joy gave a relieved sigh. "I don't think we could do it without you. You know Eugene better than anyone."

Luke felt a stab of guilt. Was he really doing this?

Oliver checked his watch and cringed. "Actually, I've got to go right now. Can we do this another time?"

Joy sighed. "Alright, fine. Tomorrow at the latest."

...

Eugene lay down on his bed, guardian flower in his mouth. He wasn't so naive that he could really believe it, but he could almost imagine himself waking up as a ghost to be greeted by River or Joan, Hayden or Boss. That wasn't realistic though. They'd all moved on, one way or another.

Hopefully Charlie was gone by now. He didn't want to try to talk to her at the moment.

Eugene closed his eyes, and when he opened them, he was still alone.

Eugene habitually started flying towards station 00. After a minute or so, he stopped, realizing that he didn't have reason to go there anymore. There would be no one waiting for him.

"It's weird having no one to talk to," Eugene muttered to himself. Would talking to himself be weird? Hadn't he done it all the time when he was young? There was no one around to hear it anyways.

Eugene squeezed his arms. No, talking to himself didn't feel right. He didn't want to remember those days. This was too quiet.

Eugene flew off towards Sean's flower shop. Hopefully he'd be able to find the friendly ghost there (at least Sean hadn't left him). Alone, the ghost world seemed much gloomier than it usually felt. So quiet, so grey. Though maybe the quiet was a good thing? It meant no monsters were wreaking havoc, probably.

Distractedly, Eugene tried to slip through the wall of the flower shop, ending up konking into it. He bounced back, surprised, til he remembered that the lock of River's hair was still around the door, preventing ghosts from phasing into this building. He chuckled, then felt a stab of loneliness at how there was no one to laugh with him.

Eugene went around to the front door and tugged on the handle. Locked. Made sense. It was nighttime, after all.

So did this mean he should just give up? No talking to Sean for tonight? Maybe. It wasn't a big deal, it shouldn't be. Eugene used to be able to deal with being alone just fine. Mostly.

Eugene found himself staring at the coil of River's hair around the hinges of the doors. It had remained when she'd passed on. He absently wondered if ghosts always left behind their artifacts when they passed, if there were a bunch of them lying around the world, but he didn't really care about the answer.

"Eugene?"

Eugene jumped. Sean was on the other side of the door.

Eugene sagged. "Sean, hey. It's good to see you."

Sean clicked open the lock and pushed the door open softly so Eugene could come in. He turned back to Eugene, a look of concern on his face. "Are you okay?"

"Ye-" Eugene hesitated. He sighed. "Not really. But I dunno if... I dunno. I just don't want to be alone, I guess. Could you come with me on patrol tonight?"

"Oh, wow. I'm not sure how much help I'd be, but yeah, I could. But what about Charlie?"

"Not Charlie." Eugene shook his head. "She's not the person I want to be around right now."

"Oh, uh, okay," Sean worried his lips.

Eugene shook his head, then straightened. "We've got to get going. We'll have a lot of ground to cover tonight if it's just us."

"We're going to be careful, right?"

Eugene stared at the floor.

"Eugene?" Sean tapped his shoulder.

Eugene curled up. "Sean, how do you know what's right or wrong? How do you know what to do? If we decide what's good or bad ourselves, what does anything matter? How can we really be good? What's the point?" Eugene started pacing. "It's so unfair. Why do we feel the pain of our sins only if we're aware we did wrong? Why?"

"Uhh, hey." Sean laid a hand on Eugene's shoulder, stopping him. "Let's sit down and talk. Patrol can wait."

Soon enough the two of them were seated on a pair of stools behind the counter. Eugene tried to tap anxiously on the wood and was disappointed that it made no sound.

"So I don't actually know if this is true, I'm just thinking, but here's how I reason it," Sean said nervously. "Um, it might sound a little dumb. And maybe over-optimistic. But I don't think what kind of spirit you have here is the final judgement. I mean, we know this is an in-between space."

"What do you mean?" Eugene asked tiredly.

"Um, I don't think how dark a spirit is actually represents how bad they are. Or- we know that, I mean..." Sean froze for a minute, and Eugene waited for him to collect his thoughts. "I think it's how much the spirit wants to change."

Eugene sat up straighter. "What makes you think that?"

Sean looked down at his hands and twiddled his thumbs. "Like I said, I don't know really. I don't have evidence for this. But I feel like it'd be nice if we only passed on when we felt ready. 'Cause maybe the real judgement is beyond, and we'll get whatever reward we're ready for. If that makes sense."

Eugene looked out the window, at the moonlight streaming in. "...I guess that's a nicer way to think about it." He couldn't bring himself to really believe it though. Seemed too easy, like an excuse. The world had never been as nice as he'd come to believe.

Sean hunched his shoulders uncomfortably. "I'm really sorry I didn't tell you guys earlier. About how dark a spirit is not matching how bad they actually are. I guess I just thought, um, from my perspective it kind of seemed like my way was a more complicated version of Boss' explanation. I didn't think it mattered, so I didn't want to stress you guys about it." He hung his head. "I guess this is all... kind of my fault."

Eugene sighed. "It's Boss' fault, Sean." Eugene rested his chin on his hand. "Or maybe it's my fault. You figured it out all on your own. I should've figured it out too. Maybe a lot of this could've been avoided if I'd just..."

"What? That's not any more fair than saying it's my fault." Sean frowned. "Anyone could have figured that out....I don't think it makes sense to blame you."

Eugene looked up at him for a minute, then looked down. "What does all this mean about the..." he made air quotes. "'evil' spirits we've been fighting this whole time? If they're innocent..."

Sean waved his hands. "Wait, that's not what I said. I mean, uh, I don't know. They could be innocent? Ish? But I don't know. We're not sure. Maybe."

Eugene dropped his head into his hands. "Hayden was about to turn into a monster just because he thought it was wrong to feel lonely and jealous. And he only thought that because..." Eugene felt sick to his stomach (even though it was ghostly and empty), "...I've told him that. I repeated to him what Boss said about how he needed to stay away from his family."

Sean's hands hovered over Eugene's back doubtfully, then drew back. "It turned out okay though, didn't it? He's okay now."

"...A-and why-- why is Joan... have the 'good' spirits I've helped really been good either? Joan knew the whole time that she'd killed that man!" Eugene gritted his teeth. "And she still got to be light because she somehow convinced herself that it was okay!"

"...Eugene..." Sean hesitated, glancing up and down Eugene's body, checking to make sure he wasn't getting darker.

"I don't know! I don't know anything! I don't know what it all means! AUGH!" Eugene gripped his hair. "What have I done?"

Sean twiddled his thumbs. "Maybe let's not go on patrol tonight. Sounds like you have some stuff to sort out."

Eugene laughed wryly. "You think? Sean... how many spirits who were just hurting have I helped seal in Boss'... fan..." Eugene looked up, eyes wide.

"What?" Sean looked at him worriedly.

Boss' fan. Eugene had Boss' fan. Boss had given it to him before he left. It was in the lost and found cupboard at the office.

"Eugene, are you okay?" Sean tapped him on the shoulder.

Eugene jumped to his feet. "Sorry, I just remembered something I have to do. Bye, Sean. Thanks for the talk. You're the best."

"But I didn't do anything," Sean said, watching Eugene hurry to the door.

Eugene waved goodbye, tugged the door open, and flew quickly off towards the underworld office.

...

Chapter 2

[the-hem]

"The Chamber Pots." From the Devi Upanishad, "the Exploration of the Mysteries of the Device".

27. The Goddess is the source of all mantras: Of all the words the knowledge is Her form. Her conscious Form transcends all cognitions; She is the witness of all emptiness.

28. Beyond Her is nothing; renowned is She As unapproachable; afeared of life, I bow to the inaccessible One, Bulwark against all sins; the Pilot who Steers me across the sea of worldly life.

Krishna said the mind is like a pot. Whatever fills the pot determines the qualities of the mind. If social unrest, climate related disasters, trench warfare, scummy politicians, and the smell of death, or the fear of death before that is what you want in your pot, then life on earth right now is ready for potting.

BG 13:2- The Supreme Divine Lord said: O Arjun, this body is termed as kṣhetra (the field of activities), and the one who knows this body is called kṣhetrajña (the knower of the field) by the sages who discern the truth about both.

If you believe in the Unseen, that something just and fair and lovely should go in your pot, then we must put it in the pot. Krishna is mentioned as the Son of the Devi because He represents justice in the Utmost. Recall He appeared to get the rightful rules of ancient India to process an election fraud and protect the people from a tyrant. This they refuse to do because of bureaucracy, they allowed nattering to be the reason to sacrifice the world to a great a lasting evil. For this, Krishna was ready to punish all of them for their excesses of Rajas, "aggression" and Tamas, "slovenlyness."

At the last minute, the real crown prince rises up and kills his enemies and now we are confronted by this same dilemma again. Without the devices “the Unknowable Power Terrible” great passion for life, and is offspring, social justice our pots are just chamber pots.

[gitanjalithoratsblog]

Shreekrishna Janmashtami is the celebration of Lord krishna's birth, the eight avtar of lord vishnu. It is a Hindu Festival. It falls on the eighth day (Ashtami) of the dark half (Krishna Paksha) of the month of Bhadrapada, according to the Hindu calendar.

Birth story of Shree Krishna

Shri Krishna is the son of Maharaja Vasudeva and Devaki. Devaki's brother Kansa was told by Akashvani that Devaki's eighth son will kill you. Then Kansa was going to kill Devaki but in order to save Devaki, Vasudeva promised Kansa that he would give all his children to Kansa. Kansa then imprisoned Devaki and Vasudeva. Kansa killed seven children of Devaki one by one. Therefore, in order to protect lord Krishna, his father Vasudev carried him in a basket across the raging River Yamuna to Vrindavan. There Krishna was adopted and brought up by Yashoda and Nanda.

Celebration of Krushna Janmashtami :

North India:

Krishna Janmashtami is biggest festival of Braj region of north India. Especially in Mathura where shree Krishna was born and Vridavan where shree krishna grew up. Shree Krishna's temples 

Decorated with flowers, lights, and diyas, temples hold special pujas, bhajans, and kirtans.

In Uttar Pradesh, Bihar, and other states, Ras Leela (a dramatic representation of Krishna's life) is performed.

Dahi Handi: In Maharashtra, young men form human pyramids to break clay pots filled with curd and butter.

Devotional songs and prayers are sung in temples and homes.Devotees gather in temples for a special puja at midnight, the time of Krishna's birth.

Krishna Janmashtami is also celebrated outside India

In Nepal, people celebrate  Janmashtami by observing a fast until midnight and chanting verses from the Bhagavad Gita while singing religious songs. 

In the United States, Janmashtami celebrations starts early in the morning. Colourful celebrations and cultural events are put on by Hare Krishna troupes and their followers. 

Krishna Janmashtami also celebrate in Singapore, Bangladesh.

Traditions :

Devotees fast throughout the day and break their fast with a grand feast at midnight. They worship Krishna's idol, often decorated with flowers, garlands, and ornaments. Devotees chant sacred mantras, like the "Om Namo Bhagavate Vasudevaya" mantra. Devotees offer prasad to Krishna and distribute it among family and friends. Devotees read the Bhagavad Gita, a sacred text, to seek Krishna's guidance and wisdom.

These celebrations and traditions vary across regions, but they all share a common spirit of devotion, love, and joy, honoring the birth of Lord Krishna.

Significance Of Krishna Janmashtami :

Krishna Janmashtami, the celebration of Lord Krishna's birth, holds immense spiritual, cultural, and philosophical significance. Krishna's life teaches good over evil means encouraging devotees to stand against injustice and negativity.Krishna Janmashtami inspires devotees to seek spiritual growth, self-realization, and a deeper connection with the divine.The festival promotes unity and harmony among people, transcending social and cultural boundaries.Krishna Janmashtami is a celebration of life, joy, and the beauty of human experience, encouraging devotees to embrace life's challenges with courage and optimism.

Today we are celebrating the birth of Lord Krishna, let us remember his teachings and strive to cultivate selfless love, compassion, and spiritual growth.

Jai Hind🇮🇳🇮🇳🇮🇳

Gitanjali Thorat (Press Blogger Article )

26/08/2024

[talonabraxas]

Buddha Eye Mantra Mandala Thangka Painting, Nepal

In the painting you can see that outer layer is the fire meaning that all your negative emotions such as hatred, anger will be burnt. And in the middle buddha eye is surrounded by prayer “Om Mani Padme Hum”.

Auspicious Mantra Mandala

Mantra here refers to the recitation of the essence words of the particular rituals of deities. “om mani padme hum” the six syllables, om mani pad me hum, mean that in dependence on the practice of a path which is an indivisible union of method and wisdom, you can transform your impure body, speech, and mind into the pure exalted body, speech, and mind of a Buddha.

The parasol is used as a protection against evil. It is a sign of high dignity.

The wheel with the eight spokes embodies the eightfold path to enlightenment.

The banner symbolizes the victory of Buddha’s teachings.

The golden fishes announce the release from suffering.

The vase contains the water of eternity and represents spiritual wealth.

The perfect lotus corresponds to purity.

The shell-shaped bugle prevents evil from occurring.

The infinite knot symbolizes infinite love and a long life

“om mani padme hum” the six syllables, om mani pad me hum, mean that in dependence on the practice of a path which is an indivisible union of method and wisdom, you can transform your impure body, speech, and mind into the pure exalted body, speech, and mind of a Buddha.

[sivashri]

Pratyangira Homam: An In-Depth Exploration

Pratyangira Homam is a powerful and significant ritual in Hinduism, specifically dedicated to Goddess Pratyangira, a fierce and protective deity. This Homam is performed to invoke the blessings of the Goddess for protection, relief from negative energies, and spiritual advancement. The ritual is deeply rooted in Vedic traditions and is revered for its potency in dispelling evil forces and bringing about peace and prosperity.

Origins and Significance of Pratyangira Homam

Goddess Pratyangira is often depicted with a lioness face and a human body, symbolizing her ferocity and protective nature. She is considered an incarnation of Goddess Shakti, the divine feminine energy, and is associated with the destructive aspect of Lord Shiva. The lioness face signifies her strength and the ability to protect her devotees from harm.

The origins of Pratyangira can be traced back to ancient texts such as the Markandeya Purana and various Tantric scriptures. According to legend, she emerged from the third eye of Lord Shiva to combat the demonic forces threatening the universe. She is believed to possess the power to annihilate all forms of negativity, including black magic, evil spirits, and other malevolent influences.

Pratyangira Homam is performed to invoke her divine intervention for various purposes:

Protection: To safeguard against physical, mental, and spiritual harm.

Negativity Removal: To cleanse negative energies, black magic, and evil eye.

Health and Well-being: To alleviate chronic illnesses and mental distress.

Success and Prosperity: To achieve success in endeavors and financial stability.

Spiritual Growth: To enhance spiritual awareness and progress on the path of enlightenment.

Preparations and Procedure of Pratyangira Homam

Preliminary Arrangements

Selecting a Date: The Homam is usually performed on auspicious days, especially on Amavasya (new moon) or Pournami (full moon), and during certain festivals dedicated to Goddess Pratyangira.

Venue: A clean, serene, and sacred space is chosen, often a temple or a specially prepared homa kundam (fire altar) in the home.

Priests: Knowledgeable Vedic priests or Tantric practitioners are invited to conduct the ritual, ensuring adherence to traditional practices.

Ingredients and Offerings

Homa Kundam: The fire altar is prepared with specific geometrical designs and purified with sacred substances.

Firewood and Ghee: Special types of wood, such as mango or peepal, and clarified butter (ghee) are used as fuel for the sacrificial fire.

Herbs and Spices: A variety of medicinal herbs, spices, and special items like red chilies and mustard seeds are used to appease the Goddess.

Mantras and Hymns: Sacred chants, including the Pratyangira Mantra, are recited to invoke the deity’s presence.

Ritual Procedure

Ganapati Puja: The ritual begins with the worship of Lord Ganesha to remove obstacles.

Kalasha Puja: Water-filled pots (kalashas) are consecrated and used to invoke deities.

Invocation: The priest invokes Goddess Pratyangira through specific mantras and invites her to preside over the Homam.

Fire Ignition: The sacred fire is lit, and the offerings begin with chanting and specific gestures (mudras).

Main Offerings: Various items are offered into the fire, accompanied by the chanting of powerful mantras. Each offering is intended to please the Goddess and seek her blessings.

Purna Ahuti: The final offering, considered the most potent, is made to mark the completion of the ritual.

Prasad Distribution: The remnants of the offerings are distributed as prasad (blessed food) to the devotees.

Symbolism and Benefits of Pratyangira Homam

Symbolism

The Homam symbolizes the divine intervention of Goddess Pratyangira in the lives of her devotees. The fire represents purification and transformation, burning away impurities and negativity. The offerings signify the devotee’s surrender and devotion, seeking the Goddess’s grace and protection.

Benefits

Protection: Devotees experience a sense of safety and security, free from the influence of negative energies and evil forces.

Healing: Chronic illnesses, both physical and mental, are alleviated, promoting overall well-being.

Success: Obstacles in personal and professional life are removed, leading to success and prosperity.

Spiritual Growth: Enhanced spiritual awareness and progress on the path of self-realization.

Peace: A harmonious environment is created, bringing peace and happiness to the household.

Stories and Legends

The potency of Pratyangira Homam is illustrated through various stories and legends. One such story involves the great sage Vishwamitra, who performed this Homam to overcome the powerful demon King Vritrasura. The Goddess, pleased with the sage’s devotion, appeared and vanquished the demon, restoring peace and order.

Another legend speaks of Lord Narasimha, an incarnation of Lord Vishnu, who was calmed by Goddess Pratyangira after his fierce battle with the demon Hiranyakashipu. Her presence pacified the wrathful deity, demonstrating her ability to control even the most intense energies.

Contemporary Relevance

In modern times, Pratyangira Homam continues to be a revered practice among devotees seeking divine intervention in their lives. It is particularly popular in South India, where many temples are dedicated to Goddess Pratyangira. The Homam is also performed during times of personal crisis, societal disturbances, and for general well-being.

Role in Mental Health

The ritual’s emphasis on chanting, meditation, and the sacred fire has a profound impact on mental health. The rhythmic chanting of mantras induces a meditative state, promoting calmness and reducing stress. The fire’s warmth and the aroma of the offerings create a serene atmosphere, aiding in mental relaxation and emotional balance.

Community and Social Impact

Pratyangira Homam often brings communities together, fostering a sense of unity and collective spiritual pursuit. The communal aspect of the ritual, with shared participation and distribution of prasad, strengthens social bonds and promotes a sense of belonging.

Environmental Impact

The use of natural ingredients and the eco-friendly nature of the ritual highlight the traditional wisdom of sustainable practices. Homam's emphasis on purity and cleanliness resonates with contemporary environmental consciousness, encouraging a harmonious relationship with nature.

Conclusion

Pratyangira Homam is a profound and multifaceted ritual that embodies the essence of devotion, protection, and spiritual growth. Rooted in ancient Vedic traditions, it continues to offer solace and strength to devotees facing various challenges. The ritual’s powerful symbolism, coupled with its tangible benefits, makes it a revered practice in Hinduism.

By invoking the fierce yet compassionate Goddess Pratyangira, devotees find not only protection from external threats but also inner peace and spiritual advancement. The Homam’s enduring relevance in modern times attests to its timeless wisdom and transformative potential, bridging the ancient and contemporary worlds in a sacred dance of faith and devotion.

[ninjasmart]

Thanks you for your answers, specially the one about what type of souls are on Earth. We are living interesting and challenging Times, when the ones here and the ones on the otherside are in a 50-50 fight between bad vs good. A dual battle. "Upstairs" and "dowstairs"

I have been saying many of those nazi's souls are back here to learn (or not) and i found very curiouse you meantion them. I have been meeting such wonderful souls and at the same time, the most cruel and envy souls. It's very polarize. Have you been having the same experience?

Your answer was very deep but not enough to explain everything that is happening. Could you explain why the need to this "revalidation" of the good, of faith, of God, of the real master? Were we so lost as a group that we needed to be tested ?

About HG and PH and their soulpartners, i feel that until the end of this year they will all meet. It's already written by God. There's nothing mere humans can do against God's Will. Just pray. Pray a lot. It's more than needed.

Ariel, thank you for your words.

I was very happy to know you were back. Hope your family life is more peaceful and you have your kids next to you!🥰 Sending you love!

You are asking some good questions and I come with some answers.

Do the incarnated souls on Earth need to be tested.

This is not a test. Earth experiences are not a school and God is not a teacher that hands put tests and then grades the answers.

It is more like - you are a child. But you are also of God. You will learn. You will be helped only if you ask for the help.

If you yourself decide to test yourself - go for it. Nothing is stopping you. Make a decision and the consequences will arrive. The possibility to make endless mistakes are limitless. And yet - every time you ask for higher help you receive it. How's that for a testament of God's love.

2. The empty and the full.

This is a question you didn't ask but I'll answer it and I believe it will make sense. The lands are divided. Those who are concentrating negative energy (lust, powerhungry, envious, glutanous, etc.) will need to go down - in water, air, flames (not man made). But that's for another day.

There are teachings that specialize to become empty inside. To become a vessel that is not containing anything. These are very dangerous teaching. They are not incorrect.

If you could see yourself as a tune, a unique and beautiful melody of a past present and future, then you'll understand what the true meaning of emptiness is in those teachings. But this meaning is substituted with - become empty of thoughts and feelings.

That is dangerous. Especially for those who don't understand spiritual protection. To open your third eye but not to have legions of angels stand by you just invites low level spirits to feed you bad intel. To open your crown chakra but not to have a covenant with God is only begging to become posessed by evil spirits.

Be careful whom you invite your home, from whose hand you eat (who prepared the food), and to whom you pledge allegiance. Unless you conciously invite your God who do you think is going to come?

Your soul is like a naked man in the woods. Unless you conciously make an effort to make shelter, to make tools, to make use of what the woods offer - for shelter, for protection, for growth - whag do you think is going to happen? The creatures of the forest will find you - defenceless and easy as pray. Take that shelter. Make God lead you and direct you and protect you.

3. I'll invite you - make an experiment. Seach some mantras, some chants and some prayers from saints. Put rice and some water in a jar. And start chanting. See for yourself what yealds better fruits.

4. 50/50 and polarized experience

Firstly - it is not 50/50. It only seems this way because people can't see the whole picture. We are not separate from the world beyond the veil. The yin and yan symbol. The black with a little bit of lightv- it's the opposite beyond the veil. What is important is to keep the balance.

The difference now is - what was hidden is longer hidden. Before - things happen to you and you don't know where it's coming from. Now you know. Easily. Multiple people can see, check and undo what was done to you.

But you must ask for help and you must not do the same sin again.

Now you can see spellwork blasted on the internet. And you can see how to cast out demons on the internet, and how to recognize them. That is amazing. The amazing part is - imagine that Eve clould see the snake for what it is. The Adam and Eve story was distorted so much. The truthful one - it will be foubd soon. But I am addressing now the one that you have in your Bibles where Eve was tempted by a snake and then knew the fruit of knowledge and then in turn tempted Adam.

That snake- do you really think it is that little like in your pictures? Much. Much bigger. And another thing - if Eve knew what the forbidden fruit is - what possessed her to tempt the man she loves and betray him and his covenant with God?

See - Eve could noy distinguish. But now - now people are blessed to see and distinguish who is serving what Lord.

5. When it feels hard - know that you were called to be here and witness. The prophecy that was given will come true.

Some souls are resurected into being alive again for this exact purpose. The day is coming. They all shall see. Some souls were despicable life after life. Other - pious life after life. Most are neighter good nor bad - they have been both. These souls will need to be judged on all of their past, present and future.

Some that seem good have done horrible things in past lives. They need to double and tripple the good. And only if they do it for God they have a chance of forgiveness. If they attone but they do it for themselves - they chaven't changed.

Some are just inhumane or as the modern word says it: anti-christ. They are selecting themselves. They are moving to the same place on earth. They like the same type of entertainment. I'm watching. And then I'll do a Pompei. Those who survive will know why they were called to be somewhere else.

Want to know more? Ask a question.

[psychicvarun]

Spiritual Techniques for Evil Spirit Removal: An In-Depth Analysis

The idea of evil spirits and their removal has captivated humankind for millennia across cultures. From age-old rituals to modern practices, purifying spaces and individuals of negativity continues. This blog delves into various spiritual techniques for evil spirit removal, exploring their core doctrines and offering an in-depth analysis.

Understanding the Philosophy

Spiritual techniques for removing evil spirits stem from believing in an unseen dimension. This dimension is inhabited by spirits, some benevolent and others evil. Malevolent spirits are believed to attach themselves to individuals or locations, causing misfortune, illness, or unrest. These evil spirit removal techniques seek to sever the connection between the spirit and its target. Thus reviving peace and harmony.

Common Techniques Across Cultures:

Smudging: This practice involves burning sacred herbs like sage or cedarwood to cleanse a space of negative energy. The smoke is believed to carry away unwanted spirits.

Prayer and Faith: In many religions, prayer and faith are powerful tools against evil spirits. Appealing to a higher power for protection and invoking divine intervention are central aspects of this approach.

Blessings: Religious figures or spiritual practitioners may bless individuals or spaces. These experts imbue them with positive energy and protection from malevolent forces.

Protective Measures: Religious symbols, amulets, or specific chants or mantras are effective evil spirit removal tools. They are believed to protect against negative energies by acting as a barrier around the target.

Rituals and Ceremonies: Elaborate rituals involving specific actions, prayers, and offerings are performed to appease or banish spirits. These can vary greatly depending on the culture and tradition.

An In-Depth Look:

Smudging: The effectiveness of smudging depends on the symbolic and aromatic properties of the herbs used. The burning process releases purifying properties that dispel negativity. 

While scientific evidence to support this is lacking, the psychological impact of performing a cleansing ritual can be significant.

Prayer and Faith: Prayer and faith can provide comfort, strength, and a sense of control during challenging experiences. Belief in a higher power can provide consolation and strength against negativity.

Blessings: Blessings are a form of positive energy transference. The belief is that the religious figure or practitioner channels positive energy into the recipient, creating a shield against negativity. The act of blessing can also serve as a symbolic reassurance and comfort.

Protective Measures: Religious symbols or amulets are often used because people believe they hold intrinsic defensive power. They function as a constant reminder of faith and protection. 

Chants and mantras, through repetition and focus, can create a sense of calm and centeredness. These evil spirit removal techniques promote resilience against negativity.

Rituals and Ceremonies: Rituals and ceremonies provide a structured approach to dealing with the unseen. The specific actions and invocations can focus on the participants' intentions and create a powerful shared experience. It is believed that following a prescribed ritual strengthens its effectiveness.

Important Considerations:

Respecting Beliefs: It is crucial to approach these practices with respect. Individuals seeking spiritual techniques for evil spirit removal are likely experiencing distress, and their beliefs deserve respect.

Seeking Qualified Help: In cases where mental health concerns might be underlying the belief in possession, professional evil spirit removal from a skilled therapist or counsellor is helpful. Spiritual techniques should not be seen as a replacement for professional medical or psychological advice.

The Power of Belief: The core element across all these techniques is the power of belief. The belief that the ritual or practice will be effective can impact the outcome. The placebo effect plays a vital role in evil spirit removal. Positive expectations can contribute to well-being and a renewed sense of control.

Conclusion:

Spiritual techniques for evil spirit removal are a fascinating window into humanity's quest to understand and control the unseen. While the existence of evil spirits remains unproven by science, participating in these practices can provide comfort, hope, and a sense of agency in challenging situations. Ultimately, the effectiveness of these techniques lies in the power of belief and the creation of a positive and protected environment. If you believe in the power of spiritual healing, reach out to Psychic Reader & Palm Reader Healer Astrologer Varun.

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Frequency Vitality Sound Bath with Handpan- Drained Eliminated

Frequency Vitality Sound Bath with Handpan- Drained Eliminated https://celestialsoundsalchemy.wordpress.com/2024/06/09/frequency-vitality-sound-bath-with-handpan-drained-eliminated/ There are 3 frequencies intertwined with the sound of the handpan. These sound frequencies are designed for the energy of vitality. Vitality for your energy, cells, meridian guidelines, solar body to regenerate, rejuvenate, recharge and enhance them. This sound is excellent for those who are feeling drained. Listen to this often and with headphones. https://www.youtube.com/@celestialsoundsalchemy?sub_confirmation=1 ******************************************************************************************** Connect with me on Instagram Here: https://www.instagram.com/celestialsoundsalchemy ******************************************************************************************** Connect with me in other places here: https://linktr.ee/celestialsoundsalchemy ******************************************************************************************** #sacredmother #peace #heart #space #innerpeace #heartchakra #thirdeye #thirdeyechakra #chakra #deep #deepenergycleanse #energycleanse #letgo #motherearth #grounding #mantra #ancestors #reiki #reikimusic #massage #massagemusic #frequency #frequencymusic #channeling #soundhealing #relaxingmusic #healingmusic #peaceful #meditation #relaxation #shamanicmusic #soundmeditation #soundtherapy #soundbath #meditationmusic #improvisation #calm #harmony #yoga #yogamusic #spiritualmusic #innerjourney #astraltravel #livemeditation #calmingmusic #intuitive #relaxation #anti stress music #shamanic music #sound healer #healing #sleep Music #deep Sleep #deepdeditation #lightworker #lightlanguage #activation #asmr #medicinemusic #metaphysical #throatsinging #prosperityaffirmations #lawofattraction #manifest #manifestation #starseed #lightworkers #alchemist #spiritualhealing #energyworker #soundinfusions #councilsoflight #chakras ******************************************************************************************** I call upon the sacred powers of Protection for me, my family, the Ancestors, my Divine Guidance and all other beings who are here to assist me. This includes everything that I create, collaborate with, support, share and everything I love. May this Protection remain in effect and be effective against any low vibrational energies, those with ill intent, those who seek to cause harm, evil, promoting/spreading fear, disrespect, malign energies, jealousy, cast curses, maliciousness and intruders in disguise. May this Protection forever shield me and my love ones aforementioned. I consent to this Protection to pull/reflect anything harmful from me and my love ones to be sent to a place in the universe, multiverse and all time space realities where it is transmuted into LOVE. Furthermore, I consent to this Protection to enlighten those seeking to cause harm to be prevented in causing any harm by any means necessary! Only Love, Peace, Wholeness, Prosperity, Healing, Enlightenment, Elevation, Guidance, Support, Respect, Truth and Divinity is allowed. Asé, Oshuin. Frequency Vitality Sound Bath with Handpan- Drained Eliminated published first on https://www.youtube.com/@celestialsoundsalchemy/ via Celestial Sounds Alchemy https://celestialsoundsalchemy.wordpress.com June 09, 2024 at 06:09AM

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Frequency Vitality Sound Bath with Handpan- Drained Eliminated

Frequency Vitality Sound Bath with Handpan- Drained Eliminated https://celestialsoundsalchemy.wordpress.com/2024/06/09/frequency-vitality-sound-bath-with-handpan-drained-eliminated/ There are 3 frequencies intertwined with the sound of the handpan. These sound frequencies are designed for the energy of vitality. Vitality for your energy, cells, meridian guidelines, solar body to regenerate, rejuvenate, recharge and enhance them. This sound is excellent for those who are feeling drained. Listen to this often and with headphones. https://www.youtube.com/@celestialsoundsalchemy?sub_confirmation=1 ******************************************************************************************** Connect with me on Instagram Here: https://www.instagram.com/celestialsoundsalchemy ******************************************************************************************** Connect with me in other places here: https://linktr.ee/celestialsoundsalchemy ******************************************************************************************** #sacredmother #peace #heart #space #innerpeace #heartchakra #thirdeye #thirdeyechakra #chakra #deep #deepenergycleanse #energycleanse #letgo #motherearth #grounding #mantra #ancestors #reiki #reikimusic #massage #massagemusic #frequency #frequencymusic #channeling #soundhealing #relaxingmusic #healingmusic #peaceful #meditation #relaxation #shamanicmusic #soundmeditation #soundtherapy #soundbath #meditationmusic #improvisation #calm #harmony #yoga #yogamusic #spiritualmusic #innerjourney #astraltravel #livemeditation #calmingmusic #intuitive #relaxation #anti stress music #shamanic music #sound healer #healing #sleep Music #deep Sleep #deepdeditation #lightworker #lightlanguage #activation #asmr #medicinemusic #metaphysical #throatsinging #prosperityaffirmations #lawofattraction #manifest #manifestation #starseed #lightworkers #alchemist #spiritualhealing #energyworker #soundinfusions #councilsoflight #chakras ******************************************************************************************** I call upon the sacred powers of Protection for me, my family, the Ancestors, my Divine Guidance and all other beings who are here to assist me. This includes everything that I create, collaborate with, support, share and everything I love. May this Protection remain in effect and be effective against any low vibrational energies, those with ill intent, those who seek to cause harm, evil, promoting/spreading fear, disrespect, malign energies, jealousy, cast curses, maliciousness and intruders in disguise. May this Protection forever shield me and my love ones aforementioned. I consent to this Protection to pull/reflect anything harmful from me and my love ones to be sent to a place in the universe, multiverse and all time space realities where it is transmuted into LOVE. Furthermore, I consent to this Protection to enlighten those seeking to cause harm to be prevented in causing any harm by any means necessary! Only Love, Peace, Wholeness, Prosperity, Healing, Enlightenment, Elevation, Guidance, Support, Respect, Truth and Divinity is allowed. Asé, Oshuin. Frequency Vitality Sound Bath with Handpan- Drained Eliminated published first on https://www.youtube.com/@celestialsoundsalchemy/ via Celestial Sounds Alchemy https://celestialsoundsalchemy.wordpress.com June 09, 2024 at 06:09AM