#wichi

[folkfashion]

Wichi girl, Soledad Hereyra, Argentina, by Paul Jeffrey

[alternate-kiza]

Kid holding a giant flower: Here you go star

Luffy grabbing the flower: Thank you

Shachi: Aww, that’s so sweet

Luffy showing Shachi: Look at how cool it looks.

Wire holding a flower: Hey babe look at what I-aw

Shachi: Don’t worry, I love it

[catdotjpeg]

The International League of Peoples’ Struggle (ILPS) Commission 10 congratulates ILPS Argentina, the indigenous communities of El Suazalito, Chaco, and the Wichi Movement for Dignity, Justice, and Peace in organizing a three-day event uniting Indigenous Peoples and their struggles.

We congratulate your event from April 19-21 to highlight the important topics about Territory, Leadership, Education, and Indigenous Health.

For decades-long, Indigenous Peoples are some of the hardest hit by imperialist attacks through exploitation of their lands, resources, and peoples. Most of the times, this is done through genocide, militarization, and fascist war against native communities, massive displacement, and other ways through systemic discrimination, racism, and government neglect.

But the Indigenous Peoples, including those in Latin American region, Argentina and others, are the ones who have fought against plunder and destruction of their territories and resources against big corporations and the state.

We salute you and get inspiration from the stories of your victories in fighting for recognition, in resisting attacks from state forces and corporations, and in building your own self-defense movement.

We look forward to strengthening our solidarity for our right to land and self-determination. More than ever, it is essential that indigenous communities link to share their strength, knowledge and successes.

Together with other Indigenous Peoples, national minorities, and oppressed nationalities and nations, ILPS Commission 10, we commit our support for this present and future initiatives to forward our struggle towards a future free from imperialist oppression.

Struggle for Self-determination! Long live the world’s Indigenous Peoples! Long live international solidarity!

—

From ILPS Argentina Chapter:

In the town of El Sauzalito, Chaco province, a meeting organised by the indigenous communities of the territory and the Wichi Movement for Dignity, Justice and Peace will be held on 19, 20 and 21 April.

It will be attended by Cecilio Quispe, a speaker from the Qechua people in the Plurinational Republic of Bolivia.

In the assembly, the following topics will be discussed: Territory, Leadership, Education and Indigenous Health.

El Sauzalito is located at the gateway to a large territory, in the middle of a semi-arid subtropical forest called “the impenetrable”, in which different native communities, especially the Wichi, organise themselves autonomously.

The different struggles have resulted in some recognition by the State, in terms of the return of lands, their administration and the development of their habitat.

However, treaties are not being honoured, assistance is not forthcoming, and the provincial government has increased the felling of forests and the extension of crops, mainly soya.

In the last decades, there have been abuses, provocations and deadly attacks by the police force, both in the administered territories and in some cities of the province of Chaco, towards the Wichi community, and they have responded with demonstrations, blockades and clashes with the police.

The permanent incursions and abuses by the “authorities” within the territories under Wichi administration led to tense days of struggle and the creation of the “Wasek Community Guard”, a self-defence formation that attracted the sympathy of the popular movement and put the state itself on alert.

It is in this context that we must highlight the initiative, trying to unite the different native communities, from a perspective of struggle for the historical and present rights of our Peoples.

-- “Salute to ILPS Argentina, the indigenous communities of El Suazalito, Chaco, and the Wichi Movement for Dignity, Justice and Peace!”, International League of Peoples’ Struggle (ILPS) Commission 10, 23 Apr 2023

[deefeeme]

Se ofrece esperanza en el “idioma del corazón”

Descubre esperanza en el “idioma del corazón” en #JWORG, el sitio más traducido del mundo. #TestigosdeJehová facilitan acceso a la #educación en múltiples idiomas. Más info em @elcorreografico.ok:

Descubre esperanza en el “idioma del corazón” en JW.ORG, el sitio más traducido del mundo. Testigos de Jehová facilitan acceso a la educación en múltiples idiomas. El Día Internacional de la Lengua Materna, que se celebra el 21 de febrero, busca concientizar sobre la importancia de tener acceso a lo que se ha denominado “el idioma del corazón”. Según un reporte de la UNESCO (GEM Report),…

[elcorreografico]

Se ofrece esperanza en el “idioma del corazón”

Descubre esperanza en el “idioma del corazón” en #JWORG, el sitio más traducido del mundo. #TestigosdeJehová facilitan acceso a la #educación en múltiples idiomas. Más info em @elcorreografico.ok:

Descubre esperanza en el “idioma del corazón” en JW.ORG, el sitio más traducido del mundo. Testigos de Jehová facilitan acceso a la educación en múltiples idiomas. El Día Internacional de la Lengua Materna, que se celebra el 21 de febrero, busca concientizar sobre la importancia de tener acceso a lo que se ha denominado “el idioma del corazón”. Según un reporte de la UNESCO (GEM Report),…

[maryhale1]

Did you know incense are an easy and on a budget way to practice witchcraft?

[feletida]

Last micro grudge

[lilydalexf]

Hello big fan of yours here, love your blog thank you for your work in this community 🙏🙏. Do you have the fic partial abandon by mojo. I saw it in one of your previous post but the link won’t work. Thanksss🥲

Thank you, I'm glad I can be of help!

I just posted a new link to Partial Abandon.

[warcats-cat]

Thoughts of a Fox

A/n: hey friends! Long time no see. This is a little original fiction, written as my half of an art trade for my wonderful Cherry Blossom Friend: @kwiatekfretka 💜💜💜 (Check out her ADORABLE art of my OC here!!) I had a lot of fun writing this one; it's very different from what I usually write, and it was a nice challenge for me ☺️. And my wonderful Cherry Blossom Friend also didn't mind me slipping an homage to an IRL friend of mine who passed away a few weeks ago; a friend I was close with but far away from, and I miss very much. I hope that her spirit is where she wanted to be, and I know she will be in my heart for many years to come. 💜 So please enjoy my little piece!

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The other humans told Dana she could not bring her “pet” to the new place, and they took her away from our home. Her brother's children did not understand that she had me to care for her, she did not need other humans watching her like the hawks at the edge of the neighborhood watched small squirrels in winter. They did not understand that without me she would whither faster, her great age and wisdom chipped away by the mundanity of the unknowing humans around her.

They did not understand that I am not a pet; I am the other half of her soul.

I have missed her, several months now. She is not gone yet, but fading fast. She is where I can no longer reach her, and I must mourn her on my own. I visit the old places we used to go, but they feel hollow without her presence. Her magic is fading.

She asked me, before she was taken away, that I watch her only niece, and see if the Pup has any magic in her. I tried first to go to her home, in this form, but they rejected me as a wild animal.

Although I saw the Pup, watching me from the window; curious to look at me. I wondered if she knew me, recognized me as Dana would have. It would take time to find her again, but I had promised my Witch I would, and it was a promise I would not forsake.

~~~

It took many moons to find a way to speak to her; many more than I would like, certainly, and many frustrations along the way. The humans see me as a pest, and kick and yell like barbarians when they see me. To fulfill my promise, I would have to take on another form, and find other ways to approach the city, away from the familiarity of the woods.

But I am not human, and I know that a clever human would notice. I don't look right when seen up close.

My hair is dark with shadows pressed over the red of my fur; sometimes the light shows my true colors, but it is rare. My eyes are green, but perhaps a shade too bright, and dappled like the leaves of the home I have left behind. I know that my smile is sly and crooked, but that can't be helped; my magic comes from a human witch, and their legends of Foxes being Tricksters does bleed over a bit into my nature. My teeth are just a touch too sharp when I grin.

The first time I approached the Pup, she did not seem surprised to see me, and her eager, determined eyes reminded me of Dana’s when she would succeed with difficult spells. We sat a long while and spoke of her aunt, and I finally learned the Pup’s name - Melanie.

She named herself after the goddess Melinoe; an excellent choice, and one I was sure her aunt would have approved of.

We watched the rain patter to the ground awhile, the droplets swirling and sliding along the edges of leaves and off delicate flower petals. She asked me if my approaching her meant she was truly a Woman, and I asked her why she would have any doubts of who she is. I was saddened to learn that humans would be so stubborn and narrow-minded about the infinite complexities of life, and bother themselves on something so trivial as another person's gender.

We are misfits, she and I; but that is fitting.

I had to watch awhile from afar; even I know that a stranger appearing on your doorstep would be startling for any human. I could not follow her to school, either, for much the same reason. It took many weeks of us looking at one-another through windows and doorways, cautious and hesitant to communicate. Finally, she left a message in green chalk on the paving stones of a local park - the address for a cafe she had taken a job in for after school.

And now we meet each day in that cafe; a warm, glowing little shop run by another Witch who perhaps doesn't really know she is one. One who channels crystals and incense into the atmosphere of the little shop and creates just enough magic that I can taste it on the tip of my tongue.

As a human, my senses are not quite as sharp, but I have noticed the world is much more interesting in spite of that. There are books to read and drinks to taste, and I have found that I don't miss the woods as much as I first thought. I sit in a small corner in the back, close to the counter that Melanie toils at making coffees and teas and many things in between, and I guide her as she works.

Not in making the drinks; I know nothing of that, but in her intentions. In her manners, in controlling her impulses. I remind her not to stir a bad luck charm into the iced tea of the man who made rude comments to her, no matter how badly I want to cast a spell of my own. I whisper the words of a comfort spell to her, which she gently swirls and foams into a young girl’s hot chocolate, when the poor child comes in crying after being “stood up” from a date. Melanie is talented enough that she could do these things without realizing, and perhaps had been for a while before we met; but I know having guidance on the matters will make the intended spells more powerful, and the unintended less chaotic.

In return, she pours warm, thick chocolate drinks for me, heady with cinnamon and allspice; things that I couldn't have even wet my muzzle in as a fox, but now drink with an almost defiant (and certainly decadent) glee in this form. The shop keeper sits with me sometimes, and reads my fortunes from tarot cards and carefully carved runes. She is good, and I do my best to encourage her practice, even if it is in mediums I am not necessarily connected to. I read through books of astrology and realization of the self; Dana and I were connected through the magic of the Earth and Nature, and the magicks of the sky and stars are so interesting to me.

I never imagined myself a teacher of pups, even as Dana had aged.

I miss my Witch dearly, but I do not visit when Melanie offers. It would hurt us both too much; Dana’s heart would recognize me where her mind would not, and it would only bring frustration and grief. But Melanie visits, and on occasion brings me small drawings that Dana has made.

My Witch had a beautiful hand for art and sketching, and though her hands shake now, I am glad to know she still draws. Melanie tells me that she speaks of dreams about a little red fox stumbling around a warm kitchen, and getting it's head stuck in more than one pot of honey. I tell Melanie it is impolite to laugh at the misfortunes of others, even though I smile at the memories as I say it. My own puphood was so full of curiosity and stumbling, and the memories are warm and vibrant as the taste of honey on my tongue.

I keep the little cards with wavy sketches of my fox-face in a booklet that Melanie has gifted me, with notes of different human things that I have learned.

~~~

From my nook in the back corner of the room, I watch my Pup dance around the tables, cleaning them and singing to herself. Today she is happy, wearing a badge with stripes in bright pink and blue and white, and many of the humans who visit today wish her happiness and pride; well-wishes that she returns eagerly. The air around her sings, the cookies baking in the little oven behind the counter become vibrant and sweet, certain to lift the spirits of any who taste them. Humans in many rainbows of color pass in and out of the doors of the shop, drinking their coffees and living their lives.

She hands me a little pin, which I clumsily attach to my sweater. Her face is alight with joy when I do so, and I thank her for the gift. It's a simple circle, black, gray, white, and green. I do not understand it, but it makes her happy, and that, in turn, makes me happy.

The more days that pass, the less I miss wandering the woods on my own. Hiding in the dark, cold places between the shadows of the trees. Yes, much of the time I had lived with Dana, but even then, it was my nature to follow the form I had taken. Now, in a human form, I can enjoy all the warmth and soft glowing lights that I had always watched from afar.

Melanie and I sit together on her breaks and discuss all manner of things; she tells me of schoolwork from the hours before she comes to work at the shop. She tells me of Dana’s family, how some of them are “making an effort”, as she says, to learn about her and the humans like her. She tells me of a little gecko that has been making a home in her garden, and I wonder if the beginning of a connection between Familiar and Witch might be blooming there. Her Familiar could take any shape, and could appear any day now with all of the knowledge I have given her.

I have given her everything I can, she will need to form a bond of her own someday. But it will come when she is ready.

We sit at the back of the shop while it is quiet; midday with no customers in sight. And I drink hot chocolate with cinnamon and allspice, and reflect upon how happy I am now; to have a Pup to protect and care for, and a warm place to stay, and all of the humans’ knowledge at my (admittedly dull) fingertips, and I cannot help but think this was all planned.

And I feel, in that moment, the leaves rustle in the woods outside the window, the wind softly singing to me, as Dana leaves the earth, and her soul returns to its home in the warm summer woods.

And I know that all I have now was one last gift from my Witch.

[mihai-florescu]

If you were an ES2 only fan I bet your favorite would be HIMERU. But part of his appeal does come from the parallel Kaname has with Subaru, and Subaru’s story unfolds in ES1…

But yeah I agree with how the whole thing is idol colonization. I keep wishing for there to be some sort of opposition with Anzu helping out. Like, an arc in which Anzu decides that despite her love of the idols she’s helping, the whole colonization thing, trampling of small businesses, overlooking of female idols, etc, goes against her values and what she’s fought for in the past. So enough is enough, and she’ll help with the new revolution (presumably brought on by those aforementioned female idols). If it succeeds, great, if not, she’ll quit. Just an idea though, there are several ways a “revolution against ES” plotline can go.

My favorite alkakurei member IS himeru youre right... i think id be a crazybP in general. Anyway. See im hopeful for what you said since anzu left p association and has the trickstudio now, but the stakes have escalated so much since the yumenosaki revolution days. Im curious how the new kids will play into whats going on too and if they'll develop relationships to anzu...? I keep forgetting about them mostly cuz i havent really figured out what their role is so far. Fuck that, they should bring back the kimisaki academy troublemakers to help anzu take down ensquare instead (i jest... but i would like to see her old friends and trickstar meet)

[fliegenengel]

If they tell you, that you can’t sit with them, be a mistress. There is no chair, that you can't command

[kat-von-rose]

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[spitcrank]

if my baby ends up like that damn peanut butter baby we're fighting @officalichigogo

[eerie-asterisks]

sorry i uh accidentally shrinked the eichi i was gonna send you

oh he is small now!!!!!! fascinating

[potionsellerwitch]

Won a toy for a cute guy today from a claw machine (on my first try no less) so I'm gonna be riding that high for a long while. Great way to end a great trip, I highly recommend doing it if you get the chance👌

[maryhale1]

💫Being your own witch is like dancing to your own magical tune.

✨It's about embracing self-empowerment, sprinkling a little positivity here and there, and crafting your unique blend of personal growth and joyous spells in life.