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[acourtofquestions]

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[shallyne]

Nesryn Faliq - Neith's Arrow

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[mystical-blaise]

Im going to have to BEG you to maybe pretty please continues your Nestaq story? Or could we get more??? Like, even a little bit?? Becuz I love the way you portrayed them and Ive been craving and waiting for more. PLEASE

I PROMISE it's on the agenda. I WILL finish it. My brain has just been braining elsewhere. But I promise I'll update soon!

[kemeticdevotee]

Nit, or Neith, Goddess of hunting, wisdom, and weaving.

Nit was a Goddess of many things, and of many backstories. In some myths, she gives birth to Ra (God of the sun and king of the Gods), Sobek (crocodile God), Thoth (God of Wisdom) and more.

Nit is a Goddess of war, hunting, weaving, wisdom, and a protector of the king/creator Goddess. She was one of the four protectors of the deceased, along with Isis, Serket, and Nepthys.

In many myths, she is a virgin Goddess. However, sometimes, she is said to have a husband, which is usually Set or Khnum.

The Egyptians believed that when involked, she could help the people settle arguments and disputes. In the contendings of Seth and Horus, Ra contacts her to pick one to be king. She picks Horus, but gives Seth two wives (Anath and Astarte) as a consolation prize.

She was said to be connected to bodies of water, especially rivers, ponds, and streams.

Symbols

bows and arrows

weaving utensils

shield

Nit symbol 𓋋

sycamore

spiders

spider webs

the colors gray, blue and red

sewing needles

cows

water

Offerings

Water

Arrowheads

Almonds

Depictions of spiders or cows

Weapons

Writing utensils

Milk

Frankincense and myrrh

Bread

Beer

Epithets

Mother of Mothers

Mother of Creation

Virgin

Great Goddess

Divine weaver

Warrior

Wise Woman

Devotional Acts

Learn martial arts

Weaving, sewing, or crocheting

Meditation

Self-reflection

Writing

Learn the art of weaponry or battle

Spend time by bodies of water

Write letters to her

[starkindart]

Devotional artwork for the Kemetic goddess, Neith! Her dress is made of Nun, the primordial waters of Egyptian mythology, and I included other symbology that relates to her such as spiders/spiderwebs, a bow and arrows, the red crown of Lower Egypt, the shield/click beetle symbol, and the Ankh. As some bonus UPG, I also wanted her eyes to resemble those of a lioness :3

[akhret]

Neith

𓈖𓏏𓋌𓁐     𓈖𓏏𓋋    𓈖𓏏𓌖     𓋋        𓈖𓏏𓋋𓆎     𓈖𓏏𓋌      𓈖𓏏𓋋𓆗
 𓋌     𓈖𓏏𓋋𓁐       𓏏𓏏𓋌

Meaning of her name

Her name possibly means:

"She belonging to Lower Egypt"

"terror", "fear", "terrible one"

Epithets

The father of fathers, mother of mothers

Enduring of love

The divine mother who protects Horus

Lady of the West

Neith who shines from the Akhet

Chief of the Nine Bows

Mighty of rage

Foremost of Per-netjer

Areas of worship

Esna. Ḥwt-Nt, or known as the Temple of Neith. Her and Khnum's temples were called Ḥwt-B3w , or the Temple of the Souls.

Temple of Neith at Satis

Offerings

Bow and arrows

Lapis lazuli

Turquoise

Jasper

Meat

Bread

Beer

Honey

Wine

Water

Spider web iconography

Knitting tools, yarn, fabrics

A loom

Information

Neith had emerged from the primordial waters, turning into a cow and then a *lates* fish. From there she brought thirty gods out of the primordial waters and raised the “High Mound” for her and her children. She possesses the power to control everything within the cosmos through thought, speech and names. She’s associated with weaving, with weaving being a symbol of the cosmic order and her divine wisdom. Her association with weaving, led her to being associated with making the bandages for the dead, but she herself had created the Duat for the deceased to pass through. She would enliven the dead and protect them during the passage through the underworld with her bow and arrows, which was a trademark symbol for the Great Goddess. Her symbol of the bow and arrows made her a goddess of hunting, later becoming war, and protector of her son, Re. She is the patroness of victorious weapons and would protect both the dead and alive from enemies or those who sought to harm the King and his heirs. Even when those she protected were harmed, you could seek her for her ability to heal.

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[santoschristos]

Love is self-arising and never-ending, so give it all away. You will never be emptied, a fresh and full Love will forever overflow.

--Padmā

To Neith the mysterious who made the beings

And created all that which is by her existence.

To Neith who made eternity, whose mystery is in her form, who created…

To Neith in all her names. To Neith in all her forms.

To Neith in all her mysteries.

"Virgin Mother Goddess":

"Unique Goddess, mysterious and great who came to be in the beginning and caused everything to come to be" . . .

The Egyptian goddess Neith, as the creator of the universe and the personification of the primordial waters, is called by such epithets as the "Cow of Heaven", the "Sky-goddess" and the "Great Flood". She is considered an androgynous deity and was seen in ancient Egyptian myths as the mother of the crocodile Sobek, the god Ra and Apep. Neith was also the goddess of war and hunting, so she was depicted with a bow, arrows and a shield on her head. In the early periods of the dynasty, she was called the "Opener of the Ways", that is, a psychopomp, escorting souls into cosmic and underground pathways.

~Nikta Ignis

The Godess Neith. Artwork by George Jules Clarin

[lysandra-emerald]

One thing sartaq observed is , he can't sleep without her , so for now the shining moon is substituting for his neith's arrow, it was well past dinner in the khaganate palace, moon was shining bright in its all aura, wind has been carrying Jasmine's scent from the hanging gardens , soft breeze were making curtains of their bedroom flutter, indicator of an empty bed.

Nesryn was in a meeting with the khajis, for construction of rivers, and Saving of monsoon water , particularly in the tawan mountains

She sweared not one life will be claimed by the hell god due to drought and has been researching since then. The sound of soldiers alerting made his shoulders turn , oh sweet lord finally he can sleep, Nesryn , entering the door muttered " feeling bad love to keep you waiting". With that she grabbed his collar and kissed him, all his complaints dissolved in the comfort of his lover" .

[idfendyr]

The First

Nesryn supposed she should get used to the parties and festivities Sartaq and his siblings seem to enjoy hosting. 

Chaol and Yrene had said they hadn’t wanted anything too big, but that didn’t resonate with Hasar, who did the exact opposite. 

It was a feast, to say the least.

She wasn’t going to let her friend get married more simply. 

Nesryn smiled into her drink, watching from the side as people danced, having been among them minutes ago. But the faster they got, the louder and faster the music got, Nesryn found it harder to keep up. So she’d pulled out to grab a drink. 

Not even a second later she felt arms wrap around her from behind, a shiver racing down her spine when Sartaq leaned down to whisper in her ear,

“I would have thought Neiths arrow would have held out longer.” 

She leaned back against him, savoring the warmth of his arms, the scent of him as intoxicating as the smoke wafting through the room. 

“Perhaps in other scenarios,” she murmured, leaning her head back on his shoulder to gaze up at him. “I'm afraid dancing isn’t my forte.”

He chuckled, the sound shaking down her back. 

“Then I wonder,” he started, trailing little kisses down her neck, hands ever so lightly, casually snaking up and down her waist, her back. Seemingly innocent little strokes to onlookers. But it was the way each passing trail went higher or lower each time, fingers grazing her breasts through the fabric of her dress (she had been forced into) in a fleeting touch, going lower and lower so slowly, intentionally teasing.

She fought the urge to look around, in case anyone was watching. She knew they were and weren’t at the same time, too taken from the smoke and dancing. But the past weeks have been full of eyes on her, some curious, some angry, some neutral. It didn’t bother her.

 She knew it was expected with the news that was to empress should they return from the war. She knew it would take some getting used to that and imagining herself as empress. It seemed and sounded ridiculous every time she thought about it. 

“How would you hold out in other scenarios, Nesryn.”

She heard it. The question lingering. The promise of it. And all she thought was about time. The past few weeks had been a whirlwind of preparation. Between the war and seeing to the Rukhin amongst other things, they hardly had time to see to themselves. At one point, Sartaq had dragged Nesryn to his chambers where they both hardly so much as caught a few fleeting kisses before they were called to see to something or collapsed in bed, asleep from mere exhaustion. 

She twisted in his arms enough to look up at him, the question lingering in his eyes, hands having halted their exploring. And maybe it was the smoke, but Nesryn didn’t particularly care. Or wanted to wait any longer than she had. 

She held his eyes as she brought her drink to her lips, draining the content before blindly handing the glass to a passing servant. Then took hold of his hands and gently tugged him towards the door. 

…

She was barely a step into his room before he slammed her back on the door and crashed his lips to hers.

She moaned into the kiss, hands tugging on fabric as she rid him of his jacket, undoing his shirt, shoving it off before his hands nearly ripped the fabric of her clothes as he undid the buttons before damn near tugging the fabric off her. 

He pulled back, panting, eyes slowly lowering from hers to her lips, down, darkening as he took in her breasts, lower. She would have watched, but her gaze fell to his muscled tan chest, the slight gleam of sweat.

She bit her lip as she took her fill, a wave of pleasure coursing through her when Sartaq groaned-

She gasped when he picked her up, one hand tangling in her hair, pulling her lips to meet his, the other hand wrapping her legs around his waist before carrying her to his room.

She tugged on his hair, one arm around his neck, pulling him closer, hips rocking against his, feeling him through the fabric of his pants that were still on for some abhorrent reason. 

He groaned, gently laying her on the bed, pressing down against her as their tongues clashed, hands roving over each other in desperate, heated, wanting touches, the room filled with their moans and gasps of pleasure. She wrapped her legs tighter around his waist, rolling her hips against him, relishing the sounds he made. 

He pulled away, kissing his way down her face, her neck, biting as he went, there was little he missed, enough that she was sure he'd leave marks. She didn't care then. 

He reached her breasts, slowly, leisurely. As if they had all the time in the world and he was set on spending it taking in every inch of her. 

… 

Sartaq was a patient man. He prided himself in it. 

Yet he'd never hated having to wait for a peaceful moment. For weeks he waited, his time spent on every responsibility, exhausted by the end. All he'd wanted to do for weeks was to spend his time with Nesryn. To know her, take her, in more ways than one. 

It had been frustrating to hold out, nights spent with her in his bed. Too exhausted to do much. He was partly shocked at his self-control every time she was pressed against him in her sleep, the way she'd cling tighter to him, every time she'd smile at him, soft and sweet, in passing. It had been an effort not to grab her and take her then and there. 

But now, he relished it all. The raspy, breathy moans she let out when he took her breast in his mouth were likely going to send to his knees every time. How addicting they were. How addicting she is. Nothing would ever compare, he was sure. Not that he was keen on testing it out. All he could think of were the various ways he could draw out those exquisite moans and sounds of pleasure out of her. 

He would take her time. One hand squeezing her breast while the other was in his mouth. Fuck, she was exquisite. 

He pulled away, trailing kisses down, down, hands roving over her sides, her thighs. 

… 

Nesryn nearly screeched in frustration when  Sartaq pulled away and stood up. Only for her to gasp in surprise when he grabbed her and pulled her down to the edge of the bed. 

And Nesryn could only watch, holding her breath as the Heir to Khaganate knelt down before her. 

She was sure she'd stopped breathing. 

He only gave her that insufferable grin and started kissing his way down her knees, her thighs, nearly to her inner thighs, she was panting at this point, hands twisted in the sheets as she watched him, unable to look away. 

He only pulled back from where she wanted him and did the same thing on her other leg. She had to bite her lip to keep from groaning in frustration. That wicked gleam in his eyes told her enough that he was doing it on purpose. Teasing. 

He went slower this time, biting. When he finally reached her inner thighs, he was made to pull away again but she growled in frustration, tangling her hand in his hair and damn near shoving him where she wanted him. 

He laughed, but before she could respond to that-

She moaned, loudly, as his tongue came down on her. She tried to grip his hair tighter, but he grabbed her wrists and set them aside. Gripped her thighs and spread them apart, no chance of her moving. 

He went right for her, the shift from teasing to full contact caused her hips to follow a rhythm of their own, rolling against his face. She could have sworn she heard him smile against her but she couldn't care less. She was a mess of moans and breathy sighs as he worked his tongue against her sensitive nerves. Each flick and stroke sent ripples of pleasure through her that had her fighting against his and squeezing her legs together. 

She couldn't help the sounds that escaped her, especially not when he added a finger, two, setting a pace with his tongue and finger, making her whimper as her pleasure heightened. 

She's long since collapsed back on the bed, hands twisting in the sheets, grabbing her breasts, squeezing, when she reached her peak as pleasure broke through her. 

She closed her eyes, panting as she caught her breath.

Sartaq came back on her, leaning over her, elbows resting next to her head. She opened her eyes, breath catching as he grinned and brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking. 

She damn near moaned at the sight. 

She reached up, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him to her. Something softened in him there as she brought his lips to hers. It was soft and sweet, the kiss. Unhurried they took each other in. 

Sartaq brought one arm under her head, pulling her closer to him, the other running up and down her sides, grazing her breasts. Teasing. Again. 

She took his face in her hands, kissing him in unhurried abandon. 

“You are exquisite, ” he murmured into the kiss. “Beautifully exquisite.”

She couldn't help the blush that spread over her flushed cheeks. She wasn't used to receiving compliments. Never been in such a place too. She didn't know what to do with herself then. 

“You tease,” She sighed, hands slowly making their way down his chest, light, exploring touches down his muscled chest, feeling it as he laughed, kissing her harder. 

She went lower, hands finding his pants, ridding him of his remaining clothing. He helped her. 

Then grabbed his neck to pull him down for another kiss as her other hand wrapped around him. Squeezing. 

He groaned into the kiss and cursed. Pulled away to bury his face in her neck. She may have smiled then, feeling him panting against her as she squeezed and stroked him with her palm. 

She laughed when he grabbed her wrist, bringing her hands to rest next to her head. She looked up at him then, eyes heavy-lidded as she met his darkened gaze, his short hair falling around them as he brought his forehead to hers. 

He gave her one swift kiss, lining himself with her, and thrust inside in one smooth motion. They both groaned at the sensation, the way he stretched out along her walls-

She rolled her hips against him, making them both groan again. 

Sartaq brought his hands to hers, fingers entwined with hers as he moved. Slowly, unhurried thrusts hit that sweet spot in her-

He groaned, hands trailing to her hips, wrapping around her thigh as he brought it up and wrapped it around him, thrusting deeper inside her, heightening her pleasure. 

That seemed to do it for him too, as he started going faster, harder, chasing their pleasure, their moans all that was left between them, the slap of skin against skin. 

Nesryn cried out, bringing her lips to his as she came, swallowing his cry of pleasure. 

She hardly had time to catch her breath before Sartaq started again. 

… 

Nesryn collapsed on the bed, face down, burying her face in the pillow, trying to catch her breath. 

He hadn't lied that day. If Nesryn hadn't seemed to have been nearly spent, he would have her here all day. He'd certainly had her all night, she thought as she caught the light starting to peek out behind the curtains. It was likely almost dawn. 

He flipped her over after the first time, taking her from behind, his hand gripped in her hair as he thrust into her so hard she collapsed face first onto the sheets, a moaning, gasping mess as he'd gripped her hip with the other hand, keeping her aloft as he'd sent her over the edge. 

She'd barely had time to catch her breath before he'd lifted her to straddle his lap, hands guiding her, stroking her everywhere, her sides, breasts, back, as she rode him, grinding into him.

Then again. And again till she collapsed into the bed now, sweat coating her entire body, sated. 

She heard Sartaq chuckle, chuckle, the smug bastard, next to her, his hand stroking her back. 

He murmured something to her she didn't hear, eyes closed, she felt him leave a moment. 

She didn't know when she'd passed out. But she woke in his arms as he carried her to the bathing chambers. 

The bath, more like a pool in the ground, had been filled and she sighed as Sartaq took them both into the water, warm to her weary bones. 

He sat back, leaning back-was there a bench?- and settled them both down, her back against his chest, her head resting against his shoulder. 

She nearly groaned at the delicious heat, sighing contentedly. Sartaq massaged her arms, gently, her shoulder blades, her legs, her back. She went limp there, halfway to sleep. 

He washed her hair, hands moving so gently, that she may have fallen in love with him there and then all over again. 

After some time, she was finally able to move enough that she turned, straddling him, arms wrapped around his shoulders as she kissed him, just soft, little kisses. 

He sighed, arms wrapped around her, content as they were. 

Then she gently nudged him forward, so she could wash his hair, return the favor. 

When he came back out from under the water, pushing his hair back, the sight in front of her had her knees shaking, water dripping down his body, his arms-

The sharp intake of breath didn't go unnoticed. His eyes flicked to her, the shit-eating smirk back on his face as he moved towards her, her back hitting the edge of the pool. 

“I'd thought you'd be tired by now,” He said, hands to her waist.

She looked up at him, an effort in itself to shift her gaze from the water dripping down his chest to his eyes. 

“Of you?” She breathed, unable to hold back from touching him, hands cautiously going to his chest, stroking, feeling. 

He must have noticed her hesitancy, for he leaned down to whisper in her ears, “Touch me as you please, Nesryn.” A kiss trailed down to her neck. A murmured, “I am only yours to touch now.” Another kiss. A bite. “Do with me as you please.”

She turned, her eyes heavy-lidded as she locked eyes with him, him gazing up at her from where he'd buried his face in her neck, her hair. 

She nodded. He grinned, eyes flicking behind her for a split second, where she knew a full-length mirror was against the wall. She saw the wicked gleam in his eyes a second before he twisted her, lifting her so her knees rested on the bench in the water. 

She saw him through the mirror in front of her, as he set himself up behind her. 

Placed her hands on the edge of the pool. 

Fuck. 

She watched, panting, entranced in him. He snaked one hand around her stomach, pushing her hips back, his hands already teasing her clit, rubbing circles that had her moaning already. 

The other hand came up and wrapped around her throat, squeezing gently, pulling her back ever so slightly, back arching, her breasts face to face with the mirror. 

She felt him lean down behind her. “Hold on for me, love.”

She damn near came right there. But all she could do was groan as he thrust into her, crying out in pleasure, his thrusts relentless, his hand teasing her bundle of nerves in time with his thrusts, the slight squeeze of his hand around her throat. 

It was too much, her eyes rolling back as she let herself succumb to the feeling. Watched as Sartaq did. 

And made her watch too, when she closed her eyes from the pleasure coursing through her. “Open your eyes,” He breathed next to her. 

She did, watching him kiss her cheek. “Good. Watch yourself.”

So she had, bringing one hand up to wrap around his neck behind her, she'd watched herself as he'd taken her. 

She'd never had anything like this. 

She tried and failed to keep from screaming as she came. 

… 

It was well past dawn when they actually washed up and fell to bed. 

He hasn't stopped there either. The sight of watching them together in the mirror, her breasts moving with every thrust into her-

He hadn't been able to stop there. It had only stirred him on. 

Now, spent and sated, he carefully laid Nesryn down. She groaned a little, but her eyes remained closed. He quickly came around and set himself next to her, wrapping his arms around her. 

She did the same, nestling up next to him, head on his chest, and murmured, nearly asleep, “No more.”

He chuckled, pressing a kiss to her temple. “No more,” he promised. “Tonight. We have all the time after.” 

“Didn't seem like it tonight,” she murmured. Her breathing slowed enough that he knew she was asleep. 

He stroked her back, pressed a kiss to her hair, and breathed her in. She smelled of roses. He'd noticed that since the first slight on Kadara. 

Nesryn Faliq smelled of roses. 

And he couldn't get enough of her. 

[goddess-mixmi]

JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure Stone ocean oc’s

Here are my part 6 oc’s, each have a specific purpose in said part but I’m still working on them. Their back story is on my instagram @goddess.mixmi, feel free to ask about them!

Christine’s stand { Roman Holiday}, ability is destructive

Nicolette’s stand {God is A Woman}, ability is to heal and bind

Elena’s stand {Neith}, ability is magical arrows, insightful wisdom and floating

Uva’s stand {Poison}, ability is disintegration and fumes based on mood

Alejandro’s stand {Lost in the Citadel}, ability is protection and illusions

Carlos’s stand { Hit em up}, ability is strength and power

Madonna’s stand { Earfquake} ability is earth bending, it’s the ability to manipulate solids such as rocks/stones, iorn and other materials to reform them for attacking and protection.

Catalina’s stand { Lady Soul} ability is soul unlock, it unlocks the 7 chakras to relax her patients. Her stand is apart of her ( she was created by @/ceresfleur & me)

[acourtofquestions]

"You saved me."

"It seemed a sorry end for the tales of the Winged Prince."

[the-black-reaper]

"I am the Lord's friend if do as he commands"

I understand greatness is mine to manifest, I have a vision, a plan, and ill make it work. My faith is stronger then ever. Amen

In God have I put my trust: i will not be afraid what man can do unto me. Ps 56; 11-13

Trust in the Lord with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge him, and shall direct thy paths. Pr 3: 5,6

Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on thee, because he trusteth in thee. Trust ye in the Lord forever: for in the Lord Jehovah is everlasting strength. Isa 26: 3-5

The Lord thy God, he will go over before thee, and he will destroy these nations from before thee, and thou shalt possess them: and Joshua, he shall go over before thee, as the Lord hath said. Deuteronomy 31: 3

The eternal God is your refuge, And underneath are the everlasting arms; He will thrust out the enemy from before you, And will say, ‘Destroy!’Deuteronomy 33:27

The God of my rock; in him will I trust: he is my shield, and the horn of my salvation, my high tower, and my refuge, my saviour; thou savest me from violence. I will call on the Lord, who is worthy to be praised: so shall I be saved from mine enemies. When the waves of death compassed me, the floods of ungodly men made me afraid; 2 Samuel 22:3-5

In thee, O Lord, do I put my trust; let me never be ashamed: deliver me in thy righteousness. Bow down thine ear to me; deliver me speedily: be thou my strong rock, for an house of defence to save me. For thou art my rock and my fortress; therefore for thy name's sake lead me, and guide me. Psalm 31:1-3

The Lord is my strength and my shield; my heart trusted in him, and I am helped: therefore my heart greatly rejoiceth; and with my song will I praise him. Psalm 28:7

Fret not thyself because of evildoers, neither be thou envious against the workers of iniquity. For they shall soon be cut down like the grass, and wither as the green herb. Trust in the Lord, and do good; so shalt thou dwell in the land, and verily thou shalt be fed. Delight thyself also in the Lord: and he shall give thee the desires of thine heart. Commit thy way unto the Lord; trust also in him; and he shall bring it to pass. Psalm 37:1-5

He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty. I will say of the Lord, He is my refuge and my fortress: my God; in him will I trust. Surely he shall deliver thee from the snare of the fowler, and from the noisome pestilence. He shall cover thee with his feathers, and under his wings shalt thou trust: his truth shall be thy shield and buckler. Thou shalt not be afraid for the terror by night; nor for the arrow that flieth by day; Nor for the pestilence that walketh in darkness; nor for the destruction that wasteth at noonday. A thousand shall fall at thy side, and ten thousand at thy right hand; but it shall not come nigh thee. Only with thine eyes shalt thou behold and see the reward of the wicked. Because thou hast made the Lord, which is my refuge, even the most High, thy habitation; There shall no evil befall thee, neither shall any plague come nigh thy dwelling. For he shall give his angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy ways. They shall bear thee up in their hands, lest thou dash thy foot against a stone. Thou shalt tread upon the lion and adder: the young lion and the dragon shalt thou trample under feet. Because he hath set his love upon me, therefore will I deliver him: I will set him on high, because he hath known my name. He shall call upon me, and I will answer him: I will be with him in trouble; I will deliver him, and honour him. With long life will I satisfy him, and shew him my salvation. Psalm 91

I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help. My help cometh from the Lord, which made heaven and earth. He will not suffer thy foot to be moved: he that keepeth thee will not slumber. Behold, he that keepeth Israel shall neither slumber nor sleep. The Lord is thy keeper: the Lord is thy shade upon thy right hand. The sun shall not smite thee by day, nor the moon by night. The Lord shall preserve thee from all evil: he shall preserve thy soul. The Lord shall preserve thy going out and thy coming in from this time forth, and even for evermore. Psalm 121:1-8

Blessed is the man who trusts in the Lord, And whose hope is the Lord. For he shall be like a tree planted by the waters, Which spreads out its roots by the river, And will not [a]fear when heat comes; But its leaf will be green, And will not be anxious in the year of drought, Nor will cease from yielding fruit. Jeremiah 17:7-8

The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever. Psalm 23:1-6

[infjtarot]

Emperor. Mystic Spiral Tarot

Themes and Keywords: Dominion. Rulership/kingship. Structure. Government. Paternity. Selfhood. Sight and vision. Military might. Spring/solar force. The ram. The head. Being first. Competition. Ruthlessness. Astrology/Element The first of the zodiacal trumps corresponds to the first sign, Aries the ram. Aries is the infant newly born and declaring, “I am.” It is a cardinal fire sign, which also emphasizes the idea of beginnings and being first. It’s the first sign of spring, starting at the vernal equinox in the Northern Hemisphere. In the body, Aries rules the head and facial features, the brain, and the muscular system. The glyph of Aries looks like the head and horns of a head-butting ram—or the hard nose and drawn eyebrows on a head. Aries first seeks selfhood. Aries is aware of its individuality and sometimes unaware of the rest of the world. It’s the sign of pioneers, leaders, innovators, warriors, and athletes. Aries is the first inrush of life energy manifesting as will. It’s the first emanation: the ego consciousness that arises from the collective unconscious of the end of the zodiac (Pisces). It’s an adolescent energy, bursting with life force yet inexperienced, like a newly emerged seed striving to grow and eventually finding the structure within form. Aries is ambitious in the sense that it pursues original yet practical undertakings. It has tremendous willpower and little patience for anything that gets in its way. Aries is ruled by Mars, so all things penetrating, courageous, motivating, domineering, and martial in nature apply. The sun is exalted in Aries, showing the idea of energy combined with authority and a source of vitality, individuality, egocentricity, paternity, and the animating forces of life. Mythology/Alchemy One’s first thought for a god of Aries might well be the Greek war god Ares. Yet the nature of ravaging Ares is more suited to the trump of Mars, the Tower. The Emperor is more like the Roman god Mars, who was considered a positive force as a military strategist for the ultimate purpose of peace, a protector of the realm, a guardian of agriculture, and a god of spring. Athena (Minerva), though female, fits the archetype of Aries well. Goddess of wisdom, she was the daughter of Zeus, springing forth from his head fully matured and armored with helm and spear. She is the goddess of battlefield strategy but had no sympathy with Ares’s love of bloodshed—hers was a skill of defense. She is the patron goddess of all heroic quests and endeavors, as well as skilled in crafts like weaving, agricultural planning, and navigation. Plato identified Athena with Neith, Egyptian goddess of war and hunting, a fierce deity said to make the weapons of warriors and to guard the bodies of the fallen. Neith was also said to be the first and prime creator, fashioning the entire universe and governing its functions. She was said to be both the primeval creator and the re-creator who birthed the sun daily. She is portrayed carrying the was-sceptre of rulership and power and the ankh of life. Her crown bore her emblem of a shield with crossed arrows. The Emperor is the alchemical trump associated with the principle of sulfur, the hot and active male principle. Sulfur creates change, and is the actuating principle of life. Sulfur was considered the “first matter,” the instigating cause, and that which (like the soul) gave each thing an individual signature. The number four appears as a square surmounting the throne and in its quadrangular pedestal base. The shield is a holdover from the early Marseille decks. Susan T. Chang

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so excited to see more of Emerie. She reminds me a lot of Nesryn and I’m so ready for her to have her “Neith’s arrow” moment

"There is no force equal to a woman determined to rise." - W.E.B. Dubois | Emerie of Illyria

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Venus Ishtar Neith, 2018 by Daniel Mirante Atelier.

On November 8th, Venus enters Libra (until December 4th).

Venus is the planetary ruler of Taurus and Libra. Taurus, an earth sign, wants to build, while Libra, as an air sign, critiques. As the airy part of Venus, Libra uses words and artistry to express themselves.

Via combusta, which is known as the “fiery path,” is a point between 15 degrees of Libra and 15 degrees of Scorpio. This intensifies the energy. The caveat is that 23 degrees Libra is a very auspicious degree, because the benefic fixed star Spica is positioned there. This year, Venus in Libra will be via combusta from November 24 to December 4, except for November 28 when Venus aligns with Spica. Therefore, we can expect to have erratic and compulsive romantic tendencies from November 24 to December 4, except until November 28, which brings us luck and abundance in love.

Venus Ishtar Neith Puja

The Aeon VENUS arises from the ocean flecked with primal foam

like a boiling star she rises in screaming fury and loving laughter

brightest star, veiled with the patterns of eternal sacred geometry

outstanding her face blazes like a new sun

lightning pours from her tongue and boils clouds of dew in the air

clear vision her eyes are rainbows

from her heart flocks of birds fly to new skies

and from her crown arrows terminate erroneous forms

her feet stamp upon the coiling bones of false promises

Neith sets herself upon the vault of the sky

and mortals wax and wane to her journeys in the land of the celestial dominions

and meets her consort, the Red God, to discipline and free each other

kingdoms and mountains melt at her passing

and deserts wax with new life and in time burn to ash

all earthly power is vanity to the holy fire of ISHTAR

trying to penetrate a mystery, earthly alchemists measure the patterns of her hems

earthly daughters take inspiration from her magic and woo the plants and animals

but nobody has ever understood NEITH, nobody has ever lifted her Veil.

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The trouble maker princesses : Saera Targaryen and Daena Targaryen, in good old beautiful Egyptian fashion.

Saera is dressed basically like Anck Su Namun in The Mummy, with her skin painted with gold - and in the Targaryen context that painting job is made to look like dragon scales. She also has the attributes of the goddess Bast - a cat on her shoulder and a sistrum (music instrument in her hand) - since she's a performer. And her temper will be symbolized by her wearing the attribute of the goddess Serket on her head : a scorpion.

On the other hand Daena takes the attributes of the warrior goddess Neith : the red crown of lower Egypt, the bow and arrow, that she bears in her in her hand as well as in a stylised form on her chest (the crossed arrows and shield symbol she usually wears on on her head).