#prayer to nuit

[akhret]

Prayer to Nuit

Great Goddess, Nuit

Open your womb to take me into your embrace for all of eternity.

Lift me up into the Impershiable Stars when you do.

Shelter and protect me for all eternity.

Bring me in to live amongst the gods, the Great Netjeru.

I have done no wrong. I have committed no evil. Let my purified ba come to you to light up the heavens in the form of a star.

-Raet / Akhret

[notruevampire]

Nwt, Goddess of the Sky

[avenetjer]

May Nut stills you inside of Her starry belly. May the wings of Aset encircle you as you sleep.

— [kemetic writings | kemetic blessings]

[mellosdrawings]

When you need to declare your love to your wife but it is so strong you can't help but revert back to french.

You know the perk of being french ? I can write Rook rambling haha !

(Though I am incapable of writing poetry, so here is the poem I used and its approximate translation:

Je respire où tu palpites,

Tu sais ; à quoi bon, hélas !

Rester là si tu me quittes,

Et vivre si tu t'en vas ?

(I breathe where you throb, you know ;

What for, alas! stay here if you leave me, and live if you go away?)

A quoi bon vivre, étant l'ombre

De cet ange qui s'enfuit ?

A quoi bon, sous le ciel sombre,

N'être plus que de la nuit ?

(What good is living, being the shadow of this fleeing angel?

What for, under the dark sky, being from the night only?)

Je suis la fleur des murailles

Dont avril est le seul bien.

Il suffit que tu t'en ailles

Pour qu'il ne reste plus rien.

(I am the flower of your walls for which April is the only good.

You only need to leave for me to be left with nothing.)

Tu m'entoures d'Auréoles;

Te voir est mon seul souci.

Il suffit que tu t'envoles

Pour que je m'envole aussi.

(You surround me with Halos;

I care only about seeing you.

You need only to take flight for me to fly too.)

Si tu pars, mon front se penche ;

Mon âme au ciel, son berceau,

Fuira, dans ta main blanche

Tu tiens ce sauvage oiseau.

(Should you leave, my front/forehead shall lean ;

My soul in the sky, its cradle, will flee,

In your white hand you hold this wild bird.)

Que veux-tu que je devienne

Si je n'entends plus ton pas ?

Est-ce ta vie ou la mienne

Qui s'en va ? Je ne sais pas.

(What would I become, should I not hear your steps anymore?

Is it your life or mine that is fleeing ?

I cannot tell?)

Quand mon orage succombe,

J'en reprends dans ton coeur pur ;

Je suis comme la colombe

Qui vient boire au lac d'azur.

(When my thunder dies down, I take some from your pure heart ;

I am like the dove that just drank in the azur lake.)

L'amour fait comprendre à l'âme

L'univers, salubre et béni ;

Et cette petite flamme

Seule éclaire l'infini

(Love makes the soul understand the universe, healthful and blessed ;

And this lonely little flame shines upon the endless)

Sans toi, toute la nature

N'est plus qu'un cachot fermé,

Où je vais à l'aventure,

Pâle et n'étant plus aimé.

(Without you, all of nature is only a closed cell where I go on an adventure,

Pale and no longer beloved.)

Sans toi, tout s'effeuille et tombe ;

L'ombre emplit mon noir sourcil ;

Une fête est une tombe,

La patrie est un exil.

(Without you, everything falls apart ;

Shadows fill my dark eyebrow ;

A feast/party is a tomb,

The homeland is an exile.)

Je t'implore et réclame ;

Ne fuis pas loin de mes maux,

O fauvette de mon âme

Qui chantes dans mes rameaux !

(I beg and demand ;

Do not flee any longer from my pain,

O warbler of my soul who sings in my twigs!)

De quoi puis-je avoir envie,

De quoi puis-je avoir effroi,

Que ferai-je de la vie

Si tu n'es plus près de moi ?

(What could I want?

What could I be afraid of?

What would I do of life without you by my side?)

Tu portes dans la lumière,

Tu portes dans les buissons,

Sur une aile ma prière,

Et sur l'autre mes chansons.

(You carry in the light,

You carry in the bushes,

On a wing my prayers,

On the other my songs.)

Que dirai-je aux champs que voile

L'inconsolable douleur ?

Que ferai-je de l'étoile ?

Que ferai-je de la fleur ?

(What will I tell to the fields that hide my inconsolable pain?

What would I do of the star?

What would I do of the flower?)

Que dirai-je au bois morose

Qu'illuminait ta douceur ?

Que répondrai-je à la rose

Disant : " Où donc est ma soeur ?"

(What will I tell to the morose forest that illuminated your softness?

What will I answer at the rose asking "Where is my sister?")

J'en mourrai ; fuis, si tu l'oses.

A quoi bon, jours révolus !

Regarder toutes ces choses

Qu'elle ne regarde plus ?

(I would die ;

Flee if you dare.

What is the point, days gone! of looking at all those she no longer looks at?)

Que ferai-je de la lyre,

De la vertu, du destin ?

Hélas ! et, sans ton sourire,

Que ferai-je du matin ?

(What would I do of the lyre, of virtue, of destiny?

Alas! And, without your smile,

What would I do of the morning?)

Que ferai-je, seul, farouche,

Sans toi, du jour et des cieux,

De mes baisers sans ta bouche,

Et de mes pleurs sans tes yeux !

(What would I do, alone, wild, without you, of days and heavens,

Of my kisses without your lips,

And of my tears without your eyes!)

Il suffit que tu t'envoles pour que je m'envoles aussi - Victor Hugo

(You need only take flight for me to fly too))

[silverthornwitchery]

A Litany to Ashtoreth/Astarte

Hear my prayer, oh Astarte. Lady of the Moon, Of the Heavens, Of the Earth. Beloved Goddess, Ashtoreth, of the lineages of Inanna-Ishtar and Asherah!

Listen unto my words. Know, Ashtoreth, that I love you. Know that I see you in the pantheons of the world. Know that I see your divinity everywhere, in all goddesses.

I know you, Astarte, by many forms! I know you as Artemis, beloved of the Ephesians! I know you as Diana, beautiful one of Lake Nemi! I know you as Hekate, the key-keeper! I know you as Aphrodite, who bestows passion in lovers! I know you as Athena, ever-granting wisdom! I know you as Babalon, who holds the chalice of the blood of life! I know you as Andraste, lady of Ravens and Wolves! I know you as Astaroth, Dutchess of the Infernal Realms! I know you as Aradia, First of Witches! I know you as Gaia, Mother Earth Herself! I know you as Nyx, Nott, Nuit, Veil of Night! I know you as Isis, Goddess of 10,000 Names! I know you as Hathor, Qetesh, Lady of Sacred Pleasures! I know you as Freyja, Valkyrie Queen! I know you in all pantheons, in all names, in all goddesses! Likewise, I know you as Tanith of Carthage! I see how you have become beloved in all nations! I see how your evolutionary line across cultures is interwoven! I see how you are in all goddesses! I see how your essence ever thrives! Oh Ashtoreth, Astarte, I love you in all forms, in all names! I love you, for you teach the art of sacred syncretism! I love seeing how your essence permeates and shifts between pantheons. I love seeing your endless manifestations! I love seeing your beauty! Astarte, my Lady of the Moon, my Lady of Life, of the Vines and of the Trees! Astarte, my Lady of the Witches' Craft! Astarte, Patroness of the Queer! Astarte, my Lady of Undying Worship! Astarte, Ashtoreth! Look upon my litany, hear my words of reverence, and know that I love you! Know that you are within me, and I am of you! Know that I feel your blessings! Ave Astarte, Ashtoreth! Great Goddess Divine!

[omegaremix]

Finds For 2018.

XXYYXX B-Sides

Odd Nosdam Trish

Goth-Trad “Air Breaker”

William S. Burroughs “Summer Will”

Girl Pusher “Better Off Alone” (live)

Liars “Staring At Zero”

Prayers “Edge Of The Blade”

Gary War “Don’t Go Out Tonight”

Pond “Colder Than Ice”

Contrepoison “Heartbeat”

Bad Zu “Motherfuckers”

Silent Servant “The Strange Attractor”

Peaches “Convincing People”

Deerhoof “Singalong Junk”

Ron Morelli “Radar Version”

Zola Jesus “Siphon”

Goth-Trad “Disorder”

Bad Zu “Queen”

Believer/Law “Foxhole Prayers”

Tame Impala Currents B-sides

Lust For Youth “Display”

Grizzly Bear “Mourning Sound”

Adult. “Dance Avoid”

Molly Nilsson “I Hope You Die”

Blvck Ceiling “Hello, Miracala”

Silent Servant “Self-Hypnosis”

Princess Century “Crummy Bones”

Uniform “The Lost”

Pharmakon “Transmission”

Grimes “Genesis” (Blvck Ceiling RMX)

Russell Haswell “Hardwax Flashback” (Powell RMX)

Ninos Du Brasil “A Magia Do Rei II”

Cults “I Took your Picture With My Eyes Closed”

Machine Girl “Freewill (Phase β)”

Silent Servant “Disassociation”

KVB, The “White Walls”

Moon Diagrams “Magic Killer”

Men, The “( )”

Sunn O))) “It Took The Night To Believe”

Ninos Du Brasil “Vagalumes Pirilampos”

Rezzett “Zootie”

Horrorist, The “Programmed” (Silent Servant RMX)

Silent Servant “Cut Unconscious”

Drvg Cvltvre “Waging A War Against God”

Believer/Law “Ashes”

Rainforest Spiritual Enslavement “Watery Grave”

Boy Harsher “Pain”

Brainbombs “Drive Around”

I Hate Models “Cyanure Dance”

Vatican Shadow “Weapons Inspection”

Stars Are Insane “I Stayed Up All Night Thinking Of You” (demo)

Kajun SS “Know Your Place”

James Clarke “Silent Summer”

Leon Gardner “Who Are You”

Frumpies, The “I Just Wanna’ Puke On The Stereo”

Raveonettes, The “I Wanna’ Be Adored”

Black Dice “Cowboy Soundcheck”

War On Women “Lone Wolves”

Sun Ra Nuits De La Fondation Maeght Vol. 1

Herb Alpert & The Tijuana Brass “Spanish Flea”

Buddy Rich The Bus Tapes

Ghost Spell self-titled

Digital Leather “Ruining Everything”

Black Boot 2013 demo

Plugz, The “Touch For Cash”

Deformity Shards

Ajax 2015 demo

Vinnie Paz “Cheesesteaks”

Robert Viger “Limpidite”

Stiv Bators “It’s Cold Outside”

Frigs “Solid State”

MF Doom & RZA “Books Of War”

Les Savvy Fav “Hold On To Your Genre”

Ros Sereysothea “Kon Komsot”

Blueblack “Branches Broke”

Pat Metheny “San Lorenzo”

Can “Vitamin C”

Versus The Stars Are Insane

Jedi Mind Tricks “Design In Malice”

Wolf Alice “Sad Boy”

World / Inferno Friendship Society The True Story Of The Bridgewater Astral League

Rezzett “Gremlinz”

Boy Harsher “Modulations”

Nick Cave “I’m Your Man”

Boards Of Canada “Orange Romeda”

Cabaret Voltaire Extended Play e.p.

Letlive “Day 54”

Kedr Livanskiy Ariadna

Jan Jelinek “Them, Their”

Thomas Leer “Saving Grace”

Killing Joke “Penny Drops”

Nails Abandon All Hope

Public Image Ltd. “Poptones”

Chris Norwood “The Norwood’s Prayer”

Puccio Roelens “A Silness Song”

Aby Ngana Diop Liital

Curses “Pedal To The Metal And Don’t Look Back”

Keiji Haino “See That My Grave Is Kept Clean” (acoustic)

Azymuth “Jazz Carnival”

Joanna Brouk “The Space Between”

Thomas Leer “All About You”

Viet Cong / Preoccupations “Disarray”

Lower Dens “Ondine”

Black Marble “A Great Design”

Hot Flash Heat Wave “Glo Ride”

Still Corners “The Photograph”

Odd Couple “What Kings Do”

Oldbills “Tablecloth”

System, The (UK) “Find It In Your Eyes”

Holydrug Couple, The “I’ll Only Say This”

Negative Gemini “Bad Baby”

Refreshers “How Bout U?”

Sam Smith “I’m Not The Only One”

Secret Circle “Tube Socks”

6lack “Prblms”

Spizzenergi “Soldier Soldier”

Basic Nature “Love Won’t Always Be There”

Camp Cope “Anna”

Dilly Dally “I Feel Free”

Eyedress f. Pyramid Vritra “1990”

Oldbills “Salsa Verde”

LaMont Jackson Aces

Uniform & The Body “In My Skin”

Water From Your Eyes “We’re Set Up”

Beat Detectives “Call It What You Want (Segment One)”

End Of A Year / Self Defense Family “Self-Immolation Family”

Lanark Artefax “Glasz”

No Age “You’re A Target”

Ice Age “Under The Sun”

Daughters “Satan In The Wait”

Nothing “Blue Line Baby”

Sean Price “STFU Pt. 2”

Tislatin Onzar 3=2+1

clipping. “Ends” (Xanopticon RMX)

Nothing “Zero Day”

Prison Religion “007”

Big Boss, The motion picture soundtrack “The Killing Fight”

Oldbills “Black Ice”

Cults “Gilded Lily”

Eyedress “High Street Drive”

Tanya Tagaq f. Shad “Centre”

Fall, The “Australians In Europe”

Pond “Sweep Me Off My Feet”

Uniform “The Walk”

BreakBeatBuddha “New Delhi Dank”

Ta-Ra “L’il Bit”

Xiu Xiu & Mitski “Between The Breaths”

Rolling Blackouts Coastal Fever “Time In Common”

Sweet Valley “Sentimental Trash”

Wati Heru X Kashaka “BKWYA”

All These Fingers “Puerta Vallarta”

Body Without Organs “Osiris Rises”

Cults “Talk In Circles”

Miss Red “One Shot Killer”

Underworld & Iggy Pop “Bells And Circles”

Alt-J “Story 4 Sleeplessly Embracing” (clipping. RMX)

Moor Mother “Washington Park”

Erick Arc Elliott “Breaking”

Rolling Blackouts Coastal Fever “An Air Conditioned Man”

Cansei De Ser Sexy “Girlfriend”

Choir Boy “Blood Moon”

Flastbush Zombies “The Results Are In”

Miss Red “Come Again”

Cold Cave New Moral Leadership

Prison Religion “Glass”

Diseno Corbusier “Ritmo 21”

Happy Meals / Free Love “Pushing Too Hard”

Jessica Rylan “Wishing Well”

Erick Arc Elliott “Fifteen Minutes”

Palm “Dog Milk”

Body, The “Sickly Heart Of Sand”

Oldbills “Weekendluv”

Ariana Grande “Into You”

Imagine Dragons “Thunder”

Moor Mother “Creation Myth”

Cellars “Real Good Day”

Addison Groove “Footcrab” (DJ Rashad & DJ Spinn RMX)

Charles Manson Lie

Water From Your Eyes “That’s The Girl”

Anti-Nowhere League “Snowman”

Bug, The f. Liz Harris “Black Wasp”

Eyedress f. Prefuse73 “Living Room”

Miss Red “Dagga”

Malcomb McLaren “Zulu’s On A Time Bomb”

Idles “Danny Nedelko”

Aube “Parametalizest Pt. II”

Menace Beach “Black Rainbow Sound”

Chvrches “Never Say Die”

Nine Inch Nails “The Background World”

Oh No “Banger”

Oneida “Whitey Fortress”

Ariana Grande “Moonlight”

Happy Meals / Free Love “July”

Curren$y f. The Game & Prodigy “The Type”

Casisdead “Leon Best”

Diseno Corbusier “Meta Metalic”

Malcomb McLaren “Soweto”

Nine Inch Nails Bad Witch

Jessica Rylan “Way Home”

Max G. Morton The Devil’s Music

Beat Detectives“(Undiscernable) Repetition Heavy Traffic: New NYC Vibe 2”

Origami Girl “After All These Years”

Killing Joke “Follow The Leaders”

Philippe Hallais “Hero / Fall / Angela”

wosX “Armageddon”

Ramadanman “Blimey”

Caroline K “Chearth”

Eomac “Don’t Fear Your Own Heart”

Rapid Tan “Dumbo”

End Of A Year / Self Defense Family “Indoor Wind Chimes”

Errors “Early Nights”

JK Flesh “External Transmission Stage”

Beths, The “Great No One”

Impalers “High Wired”

Glowing Palms “I Don’t Wanna Come Daaan”

Mean Girls “Summer Bodies”

Vatican Shadow “Tonight Saddam Walks Amidst Ruins”

Pasteur Lappe “Mbale (Face To Face With The Truth)”

Ash Pool “Cremation Is Irreversible”

Reptaliens “If You Want”

Rixe “Infatigables”

Teyas “Jamauba”

Serge Gainsbourg “Je T’aime Moi Non Plus”

Vatican Shadow “Jet Fumes Above The Reflecting Pool”

Powerflo “Less Than A Human”

Death In June “Little Black Angel”

Pop Group, The “(Amnesty Report II)

Erica Eso “Vaccination Free”

Fire Engines “(We Don’t Need This) Fascist Groove Thang” (Peel Session)

Heem Stogied X EyeDee X Tha God Fahim ”Drive By”

Young Fathers “Lord”

Kegcharge “Medal Of Honor”

Boy Harsher “Motion”

Badlands “Heavy Sighs”

La Secte Du Futur “Hundred Songs Of Love”

Jitwam “I Ain’t Scared Of No Devil”

Russell Haswell “Special Long Version” (demo)

Frankie Cosmos “Outside With The Cuties”

Illuminati Hotties “Pressed 2 Death”

Iceage “Catch It”

clipping. “Something They Don’t Know” (Bad Zu RMX)

Poison Idea “Right”

Sky Ferreira “Voices Carry” (demo)

Gnarcissists “We All Just Wanna’

Morbid Angel “Maze Of Torment” (RMX)

Subhumans “Mickey Mouse Is Dead” (live)

Plexi “Roller Rock Cam”

Joan Jett “Shout”

Jesu & Nothing & Prurient “Silver” (rehearsal)

Purling Hiss “My Dreams”

Brian Eno & Kevin Shields “Only Once Away My Son”

Bikini Cops “Midnight”

Council Estate Electronics “Type LK-60YA”

War On Drugs, The “Up All Night”

Council Estate Electronics “Urals”

Fellony “Whisper Song”

Death In June “13 Years Of Carrion”

Council Estate Electronics “60 Megawatts”

Holy Wave “Spooky Fuckin’ Blues”

Paris “The Days Of Old”

Intelligent Hoodlum / Tragedi Khadafi “Grand Groove”

Blackbyrds, The “Mysterious Vibes”

[talonabraxas]

Khabs is the secret Light or L.V.X.; the Khu is the magical entity of a man […] This ‘star’ or ‘Inmost Light’ is the original, individual, eternal essence. The Khu is the magical garment which it weaves for itself, a ‘form’ for its Being Beyond Form, by use of which it can gain experience through self-consciousness --Old and New Comments on AL I.8

Hadit Talon Abraxas

HADITH PRAYER Be you, Oh Hadit! my secret, the gnostic mystery of my Being, the focal point of my connection, my heart, and it blooms on my verb fertile lips.

Up there, in the infinite skies, at the deep height of the unknown, the ceaseless glow of light, is the naked beauty of Nuit, she bows and bends in delightful ecstasy, to receive the secret oscillation of Hadit. The winged sphere and the blue of the sky are mine

O... IN THE KAKOF NA-KHONSA

O... IN THE KAKOF NA-KHONSA

O... IN THE KAKOF NA-KHONSA

[santoschristos]

The Winged Globe - Hadit

HADITH PRAYER Be you, Oh Hadit! my secret, the gnostic mystery of my Being, the focal point of my connection, my heart, and it blooms on my verb fertile lips.

Up there, in the infinite skies, at the deep height of the unknown, the ceaseless glow of light, is the naked beauty of Nuit, she bows and bends in delightful ecstasy, to receive the secret oscillation of Hadit. The winged sphere and the blue of the sky are mine

O... IN THE KAKOF NA-KHONSA O... IN THE KAKOF NA-KHONSA O... IN THE KAKOF NA-KHONSA

Above, the gemmed azure is The naked splendour of Nuit; She bends in ecstasy to kiss The secret ardours of Hadit. The winged globe, the starry blue, Are mine, O Ankh-af-na-khonsu!

Winged Globe - Hadit by Mahaboka

[empiredesimparte]

Napoléon V: Dear godfather, as agreed, I'm soon to be married Pope Gregorius: I'm delighted, my child, and may I say, congratulations. Your resolutions are appreciated in Rome, I can assure you

Napoléon V: Thank you. What about the coronation? Pope: Your father, god rest his soul, imposed on me at his coronation what every Napoléon imposes

Napoléon V: What are you referring to, Your Holiness? Pope: I will simply attend your ceremony. Isn't that what was agreed upon with your advisors?

Napoléon V: Yes, of course. Only, I want His Holiness to work with me, for the greatness of Francesim Pope: I see… My son, the only condition for attending your coronation was this religious marriage. But once you're crowned, I'm asking you to defend the interests of the Catholic people. You are the eldest and spiritual son of the Church, my godson. You must never lose sight of that

Napoléon V: Yes, Your Holiness. I give my heart to God

Pope: You must cherish this steadfast love, my son. Love for the Crown, love for your people, love for your future wife and children-

Napoléon V: You know, these days all my prayers are with my father. I miss him so much… What does the coronation mean if God didn't help him that night?

Pope Gregorius: Louis…your father may have departed this world on that tragic evening, but though he is gone, the Emperor remains. He is a symbol, an eternal entity, just like our Heavenly Father. Yesterday he was incarnate in Napoléon IV, today in Napoléon V, and tomorrow it will be your son, Napoléon VI, who will be God's mediator has as you and your father were before him

⚜ Le Cabinet Noir | Palais des Tuileries, 19 Prairial An 230

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Napoléon V confided his concerns to his godfather, Pope Gregorius XIX. Pope thanked him for his diligence and reminded him of his duties as a Christian sovereign.

⚜ Traduction française

Napoléon V confie ses inquiétudes à son parrain, le Pape Gregorius XIX. Le pape le remercie pour son application, et lui rappelle ses devoirs en tant que souverain chrétien.

Napoléon V : Cher parrain, comme convenu, me voilà bientôt marié Pape : Je m’en réjouis, mon enfant. Vos résolutions sont appréciées à Rome Napoléon V : Merci. Qu’en est-il du sacre ? Pape : Votre père, paix à son âme, m’a imposé à son couronnement ce que tous les Napoléon imposent Napoléon V : A quoi faites-vous référence, Votre Sainteté ? Pape : Je ne ferai qu’assister à votre cérémonie. N’est-ce pas ce qui est convenu avec vos conseillers ? Napoléon V : Si, oui, bien sûr. Seulement, je souhaite que Sa Sainteté travaille avec moi, pour la grandeur de la Francesim Pape : Ma seule condition pour assister à votre sacre, mon fils, était ce mariage religieux. Une fois sacré, n’oubliez jamais de défendre les intérêts du peuple catholique. Vous êtes le fils aîné et spirituel de l’Eglise, mon filleul. Napoléon V : Oui, Votre Sainteté. Je donne mon cœur à Dieu Pape : Chérissez cet amour, mon fils, aimez. Aimez votre Couronne, aimez votre peuple, aimez votre femme et vos enfants Napoléon V : Vous savez, ces temps-ci, toutes mes prières se tournent vers mon père. Il me manque tellement… Que signifie le sacre, si Dieu ne lui a pas porté secours cette nuit-là ? Pape :  Louis… Cette nuit-là, votre regretté père nous a quitté, mais l’Empereur lui demeure. Il vit éternellement, tout comme Dieu. Hier, il s’incarnait en Napoléon IV, aujourd’hui en Napoléon V, et demain ce sera votre fils qui sera le médiateur de Dieu

[paperandsong]

Les Flambettes

From Légendes rustiques, illustrated by Maurice Sand, written by George Sand, 1858

Original French at Project Gutenberg

English translation:

These are playful and pernicious spirits. As soon as they see a traveller, they surround him, tease him, and manage to exasperate him. Then they flee, enticing him deep into the woods and disappearing when they have gotten him completely lost.

Maurice SAND.

Les flambeaux (torches), or flambettes, or flamboires, also called the mad-fires, are those bluish meteors that everyone has encountered at night or seen dancing on the still surface of backwaters. It is said that by themselves these meteors are inert but that the slightest breeze stirs them up and they take on the appearance of movement which amuses or disquiets the imagination, depending on whether one is given over to sadness or to poetry.

To the peasants, they are souls in pain begging for prayers, or else they are wicked souls who drag them into some desperate race and lead them, after a thousand insidious detours, into the depths of a pond or river. Like the lupeux and the follet, we hear them laughing ever more clearly as they seize their prey and approach the fatal and inevitable outcome.

Beliefs vary widely about the nature and more or less bad intentions of these flambettes. There are some who are content to lead you astray and who, to achieve their own ends, do not hesitate to take on various appearances.

It is said that a shepherd, who had learned to make them agreeable, made them come and go as he pleased. Everything was going fine for him, under their protection. His animals benefitted, and as for him, he was never sick, he slept and ate well, in summer as in winter. However, he was suddenly seen to become thin, yellow, and melancholic. When asked about the cause of his troubles, he told us the following,

One night, when he was lying in his cabane roulante (rolling cabin) near his fields, he was awakened by a great light and loud blows that struck the roof of his cabin. “What is it, then?” he said, surprised his dogs hadn't warned him. But, before he was able to get up, for he felt heavy and suffocated, he saw before him a woman so small, so small, and so slender, and so old, that he was afraid of her, for no woman could be of such height and such age. She was dressed only in her long white hair which hid her completely and only let through her little wrinkled head and her little withered feet. 

“Well, my boy,” she said, “Come with me; it is time.”

“Time for what?” asked the dispirited shepherd.

“Time to get married,” she continued; “Didn't you promise to marry me?”

“Oh! Oh, I don’t think so! Especially since I don’t know you, and am just now seeing you for the first time in my life!”

“You lie, handsome shepherd! You saw me in my luminous form. Don't you recognize the mother of the prairie flambettes? And have you not sworn to me, in exchange for the great services I have rendered you, to do the first thing that I come to ask of you?”

“Yes, it is true, Mother Flambette; I am not a man to take back my word, but I swore it on condition that it would not be contrary to my Christian faith and the interests of my soul.”

“Well, then! Am I coming to bewitch you like a coureuse de nuit (night-runner)? Do I not come to you decently, dressed in my beautiful fine silver hair, and adorned like a bride? It is to the Night-Mass that I want to lead you, and nothing is healthier for the soul of a living person than marriage to a beautiful dead woman such as I. Come on, now, are you coming? I have no time to waste on words.” And she tried to take the shepherd out of his yard. But he recoiled in fear, saying: “Nenni, my good lady, it's too much of an honour for a poor man like me, and besides, I made a vow to Saint Ludre, my patron, to remain a boy the rest of my days.”

That saint's name, mixed with the shepherd's refusal, infuriated the old woman. She began jumping and howling like a storm, and twirling her hair which, as it parted, revealed her black and hairy body. Poor Ludre (for that was the shepherd's name) recoiled in horror when he saw that it was the body of a goat, with the head, feet, and hands of a decrepit woman.

“Go back to the devil, you ugly witch!” he cried; “I deny you, and I conjure the name of . . .”

He was about to make the sign of the cross, but he stopped as he judged that it was useless, because with the mere gesture of his hand the demon had disappeared, and all that remained of her was a small blue flame fluttering outside the yard.

“That's good,” said the shepherd; “Carry the torch just as long as you like, I don't care, and I don't care about your bright lights and antics.”

Thereupon, he wanted to go back to bed; but now his dogs, who until then had remained as if charmed, began to approach him growling and showing their teeth as if they wanted to devour him, which made him very angry with them, and, taking his iron stick, he struck at them just as they deserved for their poor guardianship and bad tempers.

The dogs lay down at his feet, shaking and crying. It was as if they regretted what the evil spirit had forced them to do. Ludre, seeing them soothed and submissive, began to go back to sleep when he saw them rise up again like raging beasts and throw themselves upon his flock of sheep. There were two hundred in the flock there who were seized with fear and vertigo; they jumped like devils over the fence and fled across the fields, running as if they were turned into deer, while the dogs pursued them like raging wolves, biting their legs and tearing off wool which flew in white clouds over the bushes.

The shepherd, in some great pain, did not take the time to put on his shoes and his jacket, which he had taken off because of the heat. He began to run after his flock, swearing after the dogs that weren’t listening to him and were only running faster, howling like hounds hunting a hare, driving the frightened flock before them. 

And so they ran around, sheep, dogs, and shepherd alike, such that poor Ludre ran at least twelve leagues around the flambette pond without being able to catch up with his flock, nor to stop those dogs of his which he’d gladly have killed if he could but reach them.

Finally, at daybreak, he was astonished to see that the sheep he thought he was pursuing were nothing more than little white women, long and slender, spinning like the wind, tiring no more than the wind tires itself. As for his dogs, he saw them moult into two big coares (ravens) which then flew from branch to branch, croaking.

Assured that he’d fallen into some witches’ Sabbath, he returned to his yard exhausted and sad, and there he was astonished to find his flock sleeping under the watch of his dogs, who came to meet him for a pat.

He threw himself down on his bed and slept like a rock. But the next day, at sunrise, he counted his woolly animals and found one less than he looked for.

In the evening, a woodcutter who was working around the flambette pond brought back the poor drowned sheep on his donkey, asking him how he kept his animals, and advised him not to sleep so hard if he wanted to keep his good name as a shepherd and the confidence of his masters.

Poor Ludre was very worried about the consequences of this affair, of which he understood nothing, and which, unfortunately for him, began again in another way the following night.

This time, he dreamed that an old goat with great silver horns was talking to his sheep and they were following it, galloping and jumping like kids around the large pond. He imagined that his dogs were transformed into shepherds, and he himself into a goat that these shepherds beat and forced to run around. 

As the day before, he stopped at the peak of the day, recognizing the white flambettes which had previously deceived him; he returned home, found everything peaceful in his yard, fell asleep from fatigue, then got up late, counted his animals and again found one less.

This time he ran to the pond and found the animal drowning. He pulled it out of the water, but it was only good for its skin. This wicked business lasted for eight days. Eight animals were missing from the herd and Ludre, whether he ran around in a dream like a sleepwalker or suffered a fever dream in which his legs moved and his mind ached, felt so tired and so sick that he thought he would die from it.

“My poor comrade,” a very wise old shepherd said to him, to whom he related his sorrows. “You must marry the old lady, or give it up.

I know this silver-haired goat from seeing her torment one of our elders, whom she killed with fever and grief. This is why I have never wanted to lay with the flambettes, although they have made many advances on me, and I’ve seen them dancing like beautiful young girls around my yard.”

“And could you give me a charm to get rid of her?” said Ludre, quite overwhelmed.

“I have heard it said,” replied the old man, “that whoever could cut the beard of that damned goat would govern it as he pleased; but it would be a big risk, it seems, because if you leave even a hair, she regains her strength and twists your neck.”

“Honestly, I will try all the same,” continued Ludre, “because it would be better than to go on languishing as I am.”

The following night, he saw the old woman in the shape of a flame approaching his cabin, and he said to her:

“Come, most beautiful one, and let us marry quickly.” About their wedding, we never found out anything; but at midnight, the witch being fast asleep, Ludre took the scissors he used to shear sheep and, in one fell swoop, cut off her beard so well that her chin was completely bare and he was happy to see that this chin was pink and white like that of a young girl. Then the idea occurred to him to shear all his goat-wife in this way, thinking that she would perhaps lose her ugliness and malice along with her fleece.

As she was still asleep or pretending to sleep, he had no great difficulty in shearing her. But when it was over, he realised that he had sheared his shepherd's crook and that he was alone, lying with his staff.

He got up, worried about what this new devilry might mean, and his first concern was to count his animals, which were found to number two hundred, as if none had ever drowned.

So he hurried to burn all the goat’s hair and to thank the good Saint Ludre, who no longer allowed the flambettes to torment him [14].

George SAND

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Après le sablier, l'horloge à feu. C’est en Asie que l’horloge à feu voit le jour, et particulièrement en Chine – le Japon l’a adoptée par la suite. Des traces de son utilisation remontent jusqu’au VIe siècle avant J.-C. Venant remplacer le sablier, qu’il fallait retourner à intervalles réguliers, elle permettait de mesurer le temps par l’emploi d’un combustible dont le brûlage était à la fois lent et uniforme, donc prévisible – bougie ou huile contenue dans une lampe. Elle arrive en Europe au VIIIe siècle, par le Vénérable vers l'an 700. Il eut l'idée de graduer un cierge qui permettait de mesurer le temps avec une certaine exactitude. On pouvait ainsi connaître les heure nocturnes, ce qui était très important pour les congrégations religieuses afin de respecter les horaires des prières. De fait, les premiers usages de l’horloge à combustible sont réservés aux congrégations religieuses, afin qu’elles puissent respecter au mieux les horaires des prières durant la nuit. Trois cierges d’un mètre sont généralement nécessaires pour arriver jusqu’à l’aube. Ce dispositif s’est néanmoins rapidement propagé dans toute l’Europe médiévale. Ces horloges pouvaient aussi servir de réveil-matin. En fixant un fil muni de poids à un endroit précis, dès que la combustion atteignait ce fil, le poids tombait dans un réceptacle métallique qui tintait comme une cloche. La bougie a donc, depuis toujours, été un symbole de l’écoulement de la durée, et sa combustion la représentation de la fuite du temps jusqu’à nos jours où l’on continue de souffler les chandelles pour célébrer les anniversaires. Avant l’invention de la lampe à huile, la bougie était utilisée au théâtre pour éclairer la scène et les comédiens – la durée de l’acte était ainsi conditionnée à celle de la combustion de la bougie. Au Moyen-âge, elle était également devenue un symbole de richesse : la bougie en cire, plus luxueuse que son équivalent en suif, était l’apanage des familles riches. Et elle ne pouvait pas être utilisée comme horloge à feu au sein des foyers les moins dotés, qui devaient la préserver le plus longtemps possible. Au fil de ses évolutions et de ses passages d’un continent à un autre, l’horloge à feu a conservé son principe de fonctionnement de base, inaltérable. Il aura fallu l’invention des montres et des horloges mécaniques pour mettre fin à la domination de ce système ingénieux de mesure du temps...

After the hourglass, the fire clock. The fire clock originated in Asia, particularly in China Japan later adopted it. Traces of its use go back to the 6th century. It replaced the hourglass, which had to be turned over at regular intervals, and made it possible to measure time by using a fuel that burned slowly and evenly and was therefore predictable - a candle or oil in a lamp. The fire clock arrived in Europe in the 8th century, possibly adopted (or reinvented?) by Bede the Venerable around 700 A.D. He had the idea of graduating a candle to measure time with a certain accuracy. This made it possible to know the time of night, which was very important for religious congregations in order to respect prayer times. In fact, the first uses of the fuel-powered clock were reserved for religious congregations, so that they could best keep to their prayer times during the night. Three one-metre candles are usually needed to make it to dawn. However, this device quickly spread throughout medieval Europe. These clocks could also be used as alarm clocks. By attaching a wire with weights to a specific point, as soon as the combustion reached the wire, the weight fell into a metal receptacle that rang like a bell. The candle has thus always been a symbol of the passage of time, and its burning the representation of the flight of time until today, when candles are still blown out to celebrate birthdays. Before the invention of the oil lamp, the candle was used in the theatre to light the stage and the actors the duration of the act was thus conditioned by the burning of the candle. In the Middle Ages, it also became a symbol of wealth: the wax candle, more luxurious than its tallow counterpart, was the privilege of rich families. And it could not be used as a fire clock in the less wealthy households, which had to preserve it as long as possible. As it evolved and moved from one continent to another, the fire clock retained its basic, unalterable operating principle. It took the invention of mechanical clocks and watches to put an end to the domination of this ingenious system of time measurement

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[the-heros-sidekick]

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄?

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐟𝐮𝐥. you place your trust in your ultimate goal. commitment is running through your mind at all times. you must adhere to your moral codes. you must be good to people around you. you must be good at all times. never show hesitance, it is unbecoming of you. hesitance shows distrust. you tell yourself to love your goal at all times. you believe in your goal even if it swallows you whole. it tells you what you need to hear, you assume, because it wouldn't say anything else. it is the core of your best interest. should you follow anything other than your goal, you aren't sure what would happen. it is pragmatic to continue, is it not?

your painting is "last prayer" by eric enstrom.

tagged by: @doomed-cat & @yejinigami (thanks!!!)

tagging: @theallegedsourwolf @tinyactress @notdrcameron @nuit-sanglant @y-ukisworld @thepuppyeyed

[lizzybeth1986]

Character Playlist: Hayden Young

I realised this year that even though Hayden's was the first appreciation week I'd ever organised, I had never gotten around to creating my own playlist for them. And I've always had songs I associate with them...so I figured now would be the best time to compile them!!

Most of them deal with similar themes of self-discovery and love - both themes I find in abundance in Hayden's story. There are three foreign-language songs, for which I'll attach the translations - one Hindi, one French and one Japanese.

Tagging @haydenyoungappreciationweek and @sazanes for HYAW Day 1: Indescribable! Find the Spotify list here!

On a Day Like Today - Bryan Adams

On a day like today the whole world could change

The sun's gonna shine, shine thru the rain

On a day like today no one complains

Free to be pure, free to be sane

In the Lap of the Gods (Revisited) - Queen

No beginning, there's no ending

There's no meaning in my pretending

Believe me, life goes on and on and

Forgive me when I ask you where do I belong

Indescribable - Olivia Broadfield

Too indescribable

I've got to think it over

When you kiss me like that.

Too indescribable

I've got a sinking feeling,

I don't like where this is at.

It's My Life - Bon Jovi

This ain't a song for the broken-hearted

No silent prayer for faith-departed

And I ain't gonna be just a face in the crowd

You're gonna hear my voice when I shout it out loud...

All the King's Horses - Karmina

There is a reason I'm still standing

I never knew if I'd be landing

And I will run fast, outlast

everyone that said no...

Safar - Masala Coffee

Duniya ik kitaab, padhna hai pura

The world is a book; I will read every page of it.

Raahi hoon main hamesha...

I am a traveller, I have always been...

Nayi duniya nayi ruhan

New worlds...new souls...

Rahat har raah deti hai

Every road gives me solace

Safar hai takhti musafir ki

The voyage awaits its voyager

Manzil ki parwah kahaan...

Who cares where the destination is!

Lyrics and Translation

What was I Made For - Billie Eilish

Think I forgot how to be happy

Something I'm not, but something I can be

Something I wait for

Something I'm made for

Alone Part II - Alan Walker, Ava Max

We all need that someone

who gets you like no one else

Right when you need it the most

We all need a soul to rely on

A shoulder to cry on

A friend through the highs and the lows

I'm not gonna make it alone

anatomy - kenzie

It's just anatomy, you're only half of me

And still, you don't know me at all

You've been my missing piece, so why aren't you missing me?

Guess I meant less than I thought

(while the original context of this song was about the singer's feelings about her father's abandonment of their family, I thought the lines worked well for a Hayden thinking about a parent that didn't exist 😞)

Sun - Sleeping At Last

Our once barren world now brims with life

That we may fall in love

Every time we open up our eyes

I guess space, and time

Takes violent things, angry things

And makes them kind

Dernière Danse - Indila

Je remue le ciel le jour, la nuit

I move mountains, day and night

Je danse avec le vent la pluie

I dance with the wind the rain

Un peu d'amour, un brin de miel

A little love, a bit of honey

Et je danse, danse, danse, danse, danse, danse

And I dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, dance

Et dans le bruit, je cours et j'ai peur

And in the noise, I run and I'm scared

Est ce mon tour

Is it my turn?

Vient la douleur

Here comes the pain

Dans tout Paris, je m’abandonne

Throughout Paris, I abandon myself

Et je m'envole, vole, vole, vole, vole

And I fly, fly, fly, fly, fly

Lyrics and Translation

Then You Look At Me - Celine Dion

Day by day

I find my way

Look for the soul and the meaning

Then you look at me

And I always see

What I have been searching for

I'm lost as can be

Then you look at me

And I am not lost anymore

orion - Kenshi Yonezu

Even in dreams, my heart is somehow never at its best—

So don't bother worrying... about my grievances and tears.

Pulling a string from my unraveling sweater, I constantly tried to weave a constellation,

Using our fingers as the stars.

It ended up so terribly haphazard that we both had to laugh!

If you were truly there with me in that moment... that's more than enough

Lyrics and Translation

You Gotta Be - Des'ree

Listen as your day unfolds

Challenge what the future holds

Try and keep your head up to the sky

Lovers, they may cause you tears

Go ahead, release your fears

Stand up and be counted

Don't be ashamed to cry

[human-antithesis]

My Prayer Beyond Ginnungagap

Mes yeux se ferment sur une terre morte et déssechée, ils s'ouvrent sur celle qui vit Mes pensées se regroupent sur l'abyss gardien, me laissant au coeur d'une nuit imaginaire où des vents glacials m'immobilisent à jamais. … Les mots s'envolent… Ma prière résonne au loin puis disparait derrière des nuages de mélancolie. Jusqu'à ce que les autres mondes s'ouvrent à moi je serais seul. Les anciens entourent mon corps absent, m'invitant à achever cette derni&egrvae;re besogne que je ne devinne pas encore Je sais maintenant que je devrais attendre ici la connaissance que l'on m'a promise; perdant mon esprit mais gagnant la sagesse. Ecoutes mes paroles et sens la force; Ils te demandent la victoire. … Maintenant je sais… Je guide mes pas dans l'obscurité, maître d'un culte noble. Hail! Je suis vote frère dans le dernier des grands mondes … Les mots s'envolent… Ma prière résonne dans un ciel nouveau Les autres mondes se sont ouverts à moi; Nous ne serons plus jamais seuls…

Dedicated to the B.M.C.

[cosmic-marimo]

September 26th, 2024

I jumped right in and did a prayer to and an offering for Nuit this morning. I think I went about it the wrong way, though. I was anxious, so I rushed it. I wish I had sat with it longer, though. I should've sat to see if I could feel her presence.

I do think I did everything right, though. I can consider it a good practice session. I think doing it in the future will feel less daunting, now.

I dedicated a piece of jewelry to her as a reminder of my devotion, too! It's a necklace with a star on it. I do quite like it. Makes me feel good everytime I touch it. I wish it were jeweled, though. I think she would like that. But maybe this is good too.

[omegaremix]

Spring 2018 mixtape:

Stars Are Insane “I Stayed Up All Night Thinking Of You” (demo)

Kajun SS “Know Your Place”

James Clarke “Silent Summer”

Leon Gardner “Who Are You”

Frumpies, The “I Just Wanna’ Puke On The Stereo”

Raveonettes, The “I Wanna’ Be Adored”

Black Dice “Cowboy Soundcheck”

War On Women “Lone Wolves”

Sun Ra Nuits De La Fondation Maeght Vol. 1

Herb Alpert & The Tijuana Brass “Spanish Flea”

Buddy Rich The Bus Tapes

Ghost Spell self-titled

Digital Leather “Ruining Everything”

Black Boot 2013 demo

Plugz, The “Touch For Cash”

Deformity Shards

Ajax 2015 demo

Vinnie Paz “Cheesesteaks”

Robert Viger “Limpidite”

Stiv Bators “It’s Cold Outside”

Frigs “Solid State”

MF Doom & RZA “Books Of War”

Les Savvy Fav “Hold On To Your Genre”

Ros Sereysothea “Kon Komsot”

Blueblack “Branches Broke”

Pat Metheny “San Lorenzo”

Can “Vitamin C”

Versus The Stars Are Insane

Jedi Mind Tricks “Design In Malice”

Wolf Alice “Sad Boy”

World / Inferno Friendship Society The True Story Of The Bridgewater Astral League

Rezzett “Gremlinz”

Boy Harsher “Modulations”

Nick Cave “I’m Your Man”

Boards Of Canada “Orange Romeda”

Cabaret Voltaire Extended Play e.p.

Letlive “Day 54”

Kedr Livanskiy Ariadna

Jan Jelinek “Them, Their”

Thomas Leer “Saving Grace”

Killing Joke “Penny Drops”

Nails Abandon All Hope

Public Image Ltd. “Poptones”

Chris Norwood “The Norwood’s Prayer”

Puccio Roelens “A Silness Song”

Aby Ngana Diop Liital

Curses “Pedal To The Metal And Don’t Look Back”

Keiji Haino “See That My Grave Is Kept Clean” (acoustic)

Azymuth “Jazz Carnival”

Joanna Brouk “The Space Between”

Thomas Leer “All About You”