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[starzpsychics]

What is Astral Travel

Astral Travel is often associated with the New Age movement, but has in-fact been around for thousands of years, dating back to Ancient China.

In-fact all of us leave our bodies during the night when we sleep, leaving just enough of our soul essence behind to keep our soul connected to our physical body to keep us alive and functioning.

OBE - out-of-body experiences, Astral Travel, Astral Projection can be achieved while awake or through lucid dreaming, deep meditation, or use of psychotropics.

In short, astral travel is the art or science of travelling outside of the body to obtain information. When free of the dense physical body we can expand our consciousness and awareness way beyond the limits of our physical being, giving us a powerful sense of freedom.

Learn more: https://youtu.be/4p0YkW-t0Dk

[moony-artnstuff]

Counting up the seconds

Frodo x F!Reader

Summary: After the fellowship has entered the woods of Lothlorien and spoken to lady Galadriel, Reader notices that Frodo is missing. After she goes to search for him, she finds him sitting alone against a tree, crying. He tells her about the worries about the quest, how he’s still grieving over Gandalf and about what the lady of light has told him. The reader comforts him.

Note: I put in a Harry Potter reference at the end, so if anything seems familiar that’s probably why!

A sigh left your mouth as you sank into the hot water. Lady Galadriel had welcomed you and the rest of the fellowship into her realm, and had offered you food, a bed and a bath, and you weren’t about to pass the opportunity to get thoroughly cleaned. After you had put the Lavender-smelling shampoo in your h/l h/c hair you sunk back into the water, with only your head and your knees sticking out. Your mind drifted back to Gandalf and his fall, the memory almost immediately making you tear up. His death had taken a toll on all of you, but it seemed especially hard on the hobbits.

‘‘Poor things.’‘ you mumbled. The water had started to lose it’s warmth, so you rinsed out your hair, put on the clean clothes provided by the elves and made your way back to the rest of the fellowship. You sat down next to Frodo, who greeted you with a small smile and a nod, which you returned. Nobody was in the mood to talk, but in the distance a faint singing could be heard.

‘‘A lament for Gandalf.’‘ Legolas spoke softly. He had changed into a silvery-blue tunic and loose pants.

‘‘What are they saying?’‘ Sam asked.

‘‘I do not have the heart to tell you,’‘ the ellon answered, his usual bright eyes dull from sadness, ‘‘for me the grief is still to near.’‘ 

And it was for you, too. So you bid everyone goodnight and headed of to bed.

It was very late when you woke up again. The moon stood high in the sky, casting a faint glow over your sleeping companions. You smiled at how peaceful they all looked, despite Gimli’s loud snoring in the background. Then your eyes caught sight of an empty bedroll. Frodo, you thought. Where has he gone of to? You quietly made your way past Boromir, Merry and Pippin to the other side of the room and sneaked out. He couldn’t have gone far, you thought to yourself, when suddenly you were stopped by the sound of someone crying. And when you looked around a big tree you saw Frodo, sitting on the ground with his knees to his chest, tears in his big blue eyes, trying to stifle sobs that made your heart ache.

‘‘Frodo?’‘ you called out, placing a hand on his shoulder. Frodo’s head shot of and his eyes widened at the sight of you. Oh no, you were the last person he wanted to see him like this. He had a crush on you ever since you joined the fellowship in Rivendell. Eru, you must probably thing of him as a weakling. He wasn’t a strong warrior like you and he had already trouble carrying the ring and now you saw him crying and-

‘‘Frodo? Frodo! Are you okay?!’‘ Your frantic voice brought him back to reality again. Both your hands were on his shoulders now, an you had a worried look in your eyes.

‘‘No.’‘ he croaked, and that’s when he broke. Big tears fell down from his eyes as broken sobs left his throat, no matter how hard he tried to stop them. He felt embarrassed. You were his crush, he wanted to show you he was strong and brave, not pathetic and weak.

‘‘I’m sorry-’‘ he choked, ‘‘I don’t mean to be a burden.’‘ but you only shushed him and took him in your arms, placing a kiss between his brown curls.

‘‘It’s okay, Frodo. It’s okay to cry.’‘ you whispered, softly rubbing his back. It took a while for him to fully calm down, after which you both shared a moment of comfortable silence.

‘‘Do you want to talk about it?’‘ you asked, your arms still wrapped around him. He thought for a moment.

‘‘I can’t do this y/n,’‘ he let out a sigh, ‘‘this whole quest is just- and- and this horrible ring-, I know that I volunteered to take it to Mordor, and I want it destroyed, truly! But,’‘ he swallowed, ‘‘I’m starting to regret going on this quest. And now with Gandalf’s death-.’‘ But he got cut off by the upcoming tears, so instead he laid his head on your shoulder.

‘‘Will I ever see the Shire again?’’ he asked, and you turned to face him.

‘‘You will.’‘ you answered, and you continued;

‘‘Think of it like this. You know how when people die, people say they’ve run out of time? As if there is an hourglass or a clock ticking away the seconds? What if, instead of counting down the seconds, you count them up!’‘ Frodo looked at you, confusion written all over his face.

‘‘What do you mean?’‘

‘‘I mean it like this. Right this very moment, despite how dangerous this quest is, you are save. You can go to sleep, walk around, you can even do a handstand!’‘ and you stood up to do the latter, making him chuckle.

‘‘Right this very moment, you are safe. And look! Another second has passedl And a third, a fourth, and a fifth, and you are still okay!’‘ you took his hands in yours, a blush making it’s way to both of your faces.

‘‘Whenever you feel scared or worried about the future, just keep counting up the seconds. And I promise, Frodo Baggins, you will see the Shire again, and until then, I will be right by your side every step of the way.’‘

Then Frodo did something he hadn’t done in a very long time. He smiled. And oh, what you wouldn’t do to make him smile like that every moment of the day. But it quickly disappeared as he said;

‘‘You won’t be, though.’’ You frowned at that. Of course you were going to be there for him. He was your friend. You cared for him, loved him, even! But you weren’t going to tell him that just yet. Seeing your expression, Frodo quickly explained,

‘‘I spoke with lady Galadriel a little while ago. She told me about what would happen should this quest fail, and that to be a ring-bearer, is to be alone.’‘

‘‘Hmmm,’‘ you said, ‘‘I suppose that just shows that even the wisest can say stupid things sometimes.’‘ Frodo sputtered, did you truly just call the lady of light stupid?! You chuckled at his reaction.

‘‘It’s just that, if I were to be Sauron, i would want you to feel alone, because if it’s just you, you’re not that much of a threat.’‘ You smiled at him, which he happily returned. You helped him get up and led him back to your bedrolls, for tomorrow a long journey lay ahead of you. But, Frodo thought as he drifted off to sleep, as long as you were with him he’ll be alright. He’d just keep counting up the seconds until he got back home.

[leandropaiacan]

Card of the day: Previous Lives. This is a call for you to wake up. The happenings in your life are trying to make you see a pattern as old as your soul. #Morning #Meditation #Tarot #Zen #Osho #Porruguese #passedlives (at Paiacan's Bedroom)