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flutteringphalanges · 4 years

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The Necronomicon For Babies

Sequel to the one-shot: A Soul For Two

Summary: Sequel to the one-shot, "A Soul For Two", we find Maze and the others exactly one year later after the infamous demon became a mother. As the party prepares to celebrate little Eden's first birthday, an unexpected guest shows up on Chloe's and Lucifer's doorstep. A certain someone from Maze's past. A clue as to who Eden's father could really be.

Chapters: 1/2

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A/N: A sequel to my mini fic (two chapters) "A Soul For Two" in which we visit Maze a year after she became a mom. As everyone gathers to celebrate the now one year old Eden's birthday, an unexpected stranger from Maze's past shows up on Chloe's and Lucifer's front door step. What drama will ensue?! Here's part one! Feedback is greatly loved and appreciated! -Jen

Part One

Bubbly. That's the one word Mazikeen Smith would use to describe her daughter's nursery. If it had been up to her, the design would be more dark. Abysmal. But in the best, loving way possible. If it had been left up to her, Eden's room would've depicted the very essence of Hell. Apparently though, according to all of her friends-even Lucifer, who took Chloe's side-said that wasn't appropriate for a child. Instead it was filled with shades of pinks and purples, toys both plush and academic, and more frilly outfits than the demon could count.

"Surely you're going to dress her in something more...well, happier than that." Linda commented as the demon struggled to put the squirming baby into a black, velveteen dress. "It's her first birthday party, not a funeral."

"The head bow has sequins on it. That's as extreme as I'm willing to go." The demon replied, finally getting her daughter situated in the outfit. "There, I see absolutely nothing wrong with that." She motioned at the baby who had taken to chewing on her own fist. "I didn't even get a birthday party as a kid. Much less dressed for one. Black is the new...well, black."

The therapist, though incredulous of her best friend's tastes, sighed in defeat. "I guess the sparkles do help." She smiled as Eden's dark eyes met hers. "It seems like only yesterday that she was born."

"You humans and your perspective of time…" Maze tutted, lifting the one year old up. "Have you heard from Chloe? I told her I didn't want her to go overboard with this. Especially since she went behind my back and told Ella of all people she could help." The demon sighed and studied her daughter carefully. "As long as those decorations are put away for the day. It's Eden's birthday, not...it's her day."

Christmas. The word Maze couldn't bring herself to say. If she had to rank human holidays from least to greatest, Christmas would be in the negatives with Halloween at the top. Perhaps she had gone a little overboard with Eden's costume that year. It wasn't as if someone told her zombie babies weren't all the rage that year. So what if she overindulged just a little with the fake blood? For someone playing the part of "the undead" she was the cutest rotting corpse in all of the cemetery. At least Trixie thought it was cool.

"I've been in contact with her this whole time." Linda assured her. "Just birthday decor, other stuff's been set aside until after you leave. Funny enough, Trixie's been more excited for all of this than opening her own presents…" The therapist paused for a moment. "I was told you gave her something...unexpected."

"Hm?" Maze inquired, fixated on stuffing the diaper bag. "Oh, you mean the tecpatl. Just an Aztec blade I found in my mother's stuff. Come to think of it, it might've been used on her. Anyway, it was one of the few things of hers I took. Thought I could do something with it and Trixie seems to appreciate my choice in weaponry more than the rest of you."

"Trixie is also thirteen and could easily get expelled from school if she accidentally left it in her pocket during class." Her friend retorted. "Knives aren't for kids, Maze."

"I know." The demon replied, rolling her eyes. "You haven't seen Eden with one yet."

"And I hope it stays that way for a long while." Linda answered, letting out a soft, nervous chuckle. "I will say though, Maze, motherhood has looked great on you. I mean, Eden has flourished. Surpassing most of her milestones. I actually feel a little guilty for the doubt I felt in the beginning." She paused before quickly adding. "Just a teeny, tiny amount of concern."

"Well, I'm not Lilith." Her friend answered, slightly insulted by Linda's comment. "I remember how I was raised and made a promise to myself that I wouldn't subject Eden to that." She grinned as she held the baby to her face. "No abandonment in Hell for you, my precious sinner."

"We seriously need to work on better nicknames." The therapist snorted as she grabbed her purse. "Most people might not take it the right way when you call a baby a sinner."

"Amenadiel already lectured me last week when he heard me call her a fallen angel despite the affection behind it." Maze muttered. "I mean, Chloe calls Trixie "Monkey". What kind of name is that? And you with Charlie…"Peanut"? Where's the creativity? Never mind," she shook her head. "I'll think of something eventually that is at least reasonably acceptable to the general public."

The drive to Chloe's was mostly quiet, Eden having fallen asleep mere moments after Linda started the car. Maze gazed out the passenger side window thoughtfully, watching as the trees whizzed by and became buildings. Something was on her mind. Something unsettling that she just couldn't quite put her finger on. Perhaps it simply was due to it being Christmas. The demon had always despised the holiday. On more than one occasion than she was unwilling to admit, she'd nearly impaled Dan's hand with a fork when he jokingly called her a Scrooge-and even the Grinch reincarnated. Though she did look good in green.

"Something on your mind?" Linda inquired, tearing Maze away from her thoughts. "You look worried."

"I'm fine." She mumbled, inhaling deeply. "Just taking the day in...it's a big one."

"Not everyday your kid turns one." Her friend agreed with a smile as they turned into the parking lot. "I remember Charlie's so well. I can't believe we went with the Cookie Monster cake. I was scrubbing blue stains out of his clothes for hours. That icing had so much dye in it, it turned his poop blue. Nearly gave Amenadiel a heart attack. He thought something was wrong."

"Amenadiel's anxiety is almost unbearable." The demon replied, folding her arms over her chest. "I don't know how you do it. I know so many women in Hell who've killed their spouses simply because they drive them mad."

"I'm a therapist." Linda chuckled as she turned off the car. "I'm equipped to deal with that sort of thing. And besides, it's kind of sweet in a way…" She stepped out of the car, eyes glancing at a set of balloons bound to a doorknob. "Even if in the beginning, he literally tried to take my son to Heaven without me. Not the best moment in our relationship."

"Well, if you ever do decide to off him." Maze said, leaving her own seat to retrieve Eden. "I'll help you dispose of the body. Trust me, when I'm done, it'll be untraceable."

"...I'll keep that in mind…" Her friend responded slowly, a little disturbed by the woman's words. "But I think I'm good."

"All the same." The demon stated, Eden's face scrunching up as the sunlight hit it. Maze pulled the canopy down and the baby seemed to drift back to sleep. "What are friends for?"

"Why don't you go on and take her inside?" Linda suggested, quickly changing the conversation. "I'll grab the presents from the trunk. Looks like Amenadiel's car is already here, you can send him out to help. I'm sure Charlie is fine in his playpen. We got him this new toy that speaks French. Fingers crossed he can start picking up some of the language."

"I told you, I'd be more than happy to teach him Lilim." Maze called over her shoulder as she lugged the baby seat towards the stairs. "Perfect for whenever he decides he wants to visit Hell."

"After what happened when he was born. I don't want him stepping a foot near that place." Her friend answered. "A trip to France when he is old enough is good enough for me...but I appreciate the offer as always."

"Well, if you decide otherwise, it's still on the table." Maze smirked. "Though, I can equally be a translator if he ever wants a trip down there. Maybe with Amenadiel. Lucifer told me how it made him squirm. How I'd love a good show."

"I love you, but you do have a way of scaring me sometimes, Mazikeen," Linda replied. "It's a good thing we're friends."

"Yes," the demon agreed. "It's a very good thing."

Black. Blue. Red. A smidge of pink. No purple. For a split second, Maze was convinced she had walked into the wrong party until a certain girl came sprinting across the floorboards. Trixie Espinoza sporting pigtails painted with blue and pink hair chalk, smudged eye makeup, a ridiculous amount of red lipstick, and a familiar costume grinned widely at her.

"I'm Harley Quinn!" She stated as if it needed to be known. "Mom thought you wouldn't want a normal birthday for Eden, so I thought this would be cool!" She motioned around the room. "Do you like it?! Harley Quinn is awesome! She kicks as-butt, like you!" Trixie peered into the carrier. "Awe, she's asleep?" There was disappointment in her voice. "She's gonna wake up, right?"

As if summoned by the girl's words, Eden's eyes slowly opened and her mouth formed a surprisingly wide yawn. Maze undid the clips that strapped the baby into the seat and lifted her up into the air. This certainly hadn't been what she was expecting, but she was not about to argue against the theme.

"Normally, I would've assumed you'd have shown her this movie. But the guilty party this time is Lucifer."

Chloe smiled as she exited the kitchen, attention fixed on her honorary niece. She wore an apron, but it didn't appear to be as messy as one might assume when someone cooks. It was only when the demon saw the Devil peer out from behind the wall and note the smudges of flour and icing on his sleeves and shirt did she realize the true chef. The mastermind behind the whole feast.

"Be thankful one of us knows how to properly bake." Lucifer smirked as he wiped his hands on a dishrag. "The Detective's cupcakes were looking a little on the failed Pinterest side."

"Cake is cake." Chloe huffed, elbowing her boyfriend lightly. "Looks can be deceiving. They might even taste better than yours...despite the melted frosting."

"Believe what you will." Her partner smiled. "But I am the ruler of the kitchen and my reign has yet to be taken over. Although, brownie points towards your egg toast."

"Uncle Luci has no idea what he's talking about." The Detective crooned, tickling one of the baby's feet. "He's just insecure about his own baking abilities and tries to hide it." She straightened up so that she was face to face with Maze. "May I?"

"Pretty sure she has a dirty diaper, but sure." The demon replied, gingerly handing the baby over. "You guys didn't have to do all of this."

"We're family, Maze." Chloe smiled. "And trust me, this is just…"

"OH MY GOD!"

The adults and Trixie turned to see Ella, her costume in much greater detail than Trixie's, standing in the doorway. Behind her Dan juggled what looked like to be a few boxes of presents and a tub of ice cream. The overly excited scientist nearly tripped over her own to feet as she made her way over to the group.

"I just saw you last week and it's like you've gotten bigger since!" Ella gushed, adjusting Eden's bow. "Stop growing up so fast! You're going to make me cry!" She looked from Chloe to Maze. "Can I hold her?! Let me hold her!"

"Gotta wait your turn," Chloe stated. "I just got her."

"You suck, Decker." Ella pouted before her attention was redirected to Trixie. "Costume buddies!" And Maze couldn't help but roll her eyes and slightly smile as the two high fived. Humans. "Anyway, Amenadiel is out there helping Linda. Can I assist in any way?"

"Charlie's in the other room in his playpen where Trixie is supposed to be watching him." The Detective said eyeing her daughter. "Maybe make sure he isn't getting into anything?"

"He's fine, Mom." Trixie said with a wave of her hand. "I put Spongebob on. Amenadiel had Discovery Channel on and it was too boring. He seems to like it better anyways."

"All the same," Chloe continued. "He's a toddler and they like to get into things. The last thing we need is for something like that to happen." Her eyes flickered over to Dan who was still trying not to drop his items. "Remember when Trixie was three and somehow got into the medicine cabinet and drank half a bottle of cough syrup?"

"Poison Control probably thought someone was murdered the way you were panicking." Dan laughed slightly out of breath. "Can I maybe put these somewhere?"

"I don't know, I'm rather enjoying watching you play circus, Daniel." Lucifer sneered, earning him a glare from Chloe. "Alright, alright, fine. I suppose the kitchen table will do for the gifts and the ice cream in the freezer obviously." He shook his head and turned to his partner once the other man was out of sight. "Did we really have to invite him?" Another glower. "Fine, fine. I'll go do something to keep myself busy. Perhaps Amenadiel and Linda need help."

"I made Linda a similar offer earlier." Maze began as Chloe bounced Eden in her arms. "If you need me to dispose of Lucifer, just say the word."

"I think Mama needs to go out on a few bounties." The Detective cooed, staring at the demon as she spoke to the infant. "You can stay here for a few nights and we'll be just fine and dandy, isn't that right, Eden?"

Maze frowned at the woman's words. "I'm perfectly fine." She informed her, reaching forward to snatch her daughter back. "Right now, I am more than happy to focus on my kid...there will always be other jobs."

Though as the weeks turned into months, she had grown weary of sitting around the house. A thought that made her feel guilty. An idea that it was wrong of her to want to work instead of staying back with her child and focusing her attention there.

"Maze," Chloe's voice was softer this time. "It's been a year. There is no shame going back to work."

"I said I'm fine!" The demon insisted almost forcefully. "I'll go when I'm ready and right now...right now, I have things to do. Important things." Her stare met Eden's and the baby smiled. She did her best to return the gesture, but the thoughts of diapers and midnight bottles crossed her mind as they often did. "We're happy."

Before the Detective could open her mouth to reply, Linda, Amenadiel, and Lucifer stepped through the front door. Eden giggled, though she most likely had no idea that the boxes the adults carried were gifts for her. The thoughts left Maze's mind as the presents were piled on to one another. This was way more than the demon had expected. Almost excessive.

"Did you guys buy an entire store?" Maze half joked as she took it all in. "The kid's favorite thing at the moment is a spoon. Really, you didn't…"

"We know." They all said in unison.

Maze just shook her head in disbelief and bounced Eden in her arms. "You're a lucky kid." She commented, looking at the others. "Why don't we get this party started?"

And, like clockwork, as if the world and fate itself knew, there came a knock at the door. A knock that caused that bubbling in the pit of Maze's stomach to start up again. Chloe looked around confused as if recounting all of the guests.

"Did someone order something?"

Curiously, the Detective made her way to the front door and opened it. Maze felt her blood run cold, arms tightening around Eden as she stared dumbfounded at the stranger who gazed back equally as shocked. A man she hadn't seen well over a year. Someone she hadn't wanted to see at all.

Ben Rivers.

#Lucifer #Lucifer Morningstar #Chloe Decker #Mazikeen #Deckerstar #Maze x Ben #Ben Rivers #The Necronomicon For Babies #Maze

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tawakkull · 3 years

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ISLAM 101: Spirituality in Islam: Part 89

Fayd and Tajalli (Effusion and Manifestation)

Fayd literally means the effusion of blessings, profusion, abundance, and increase. Giving existence to something and equipping it with all the particularities and necessities of being existent, and favoring a person with inspirations and spiritual gifts to deepen him or her spiritually are also included in the meaning of fayd, but these aspects belong only to God as the Lord of all creation.

The term fayd is also used in some noun phrases with a wide range of meanings as a modified noun. For example, God’s all-holy manifestations of origination without anything preceding them to be imitated, His creation, generation and causing things to grow, the granting of life and death, and providing, are all called “effusions of creation”; the inspirations coming from God, the Ultimate Truth are known as “Divine effusions” or “spiritual effusions of the Lord”; a person’s being favored with Divine gifts according to his capacity is termed “effusions of capacity”; the spiritual pleasures coming from knowledge and love of God are “effusions of worship”; heart-felt care and concern in the degree of love and yearning are “effusions of love.” Everything with which all existence is favored—from the blessings in the initial determination of natures and forms during the phases of creation to the blessings manifested as the laws of the operation of the universe and the lives of beings, and thereafter to the Revelations, inspirations, and sensations that have been sent to human beings—all are effusions of different wavelengths.

Every existent thing or being is created through the profuse manifestations of His Light as a pure blessing, as based on His eternal Will and in accordance with the determinations of His Knowledge. Every existent thing or being is given a particular, perfect form, a particular nature, a particular capacity, and the necessary equipment. During the existential course, existence is endowed with the miracle of life and with a tendency to journey toward metaphysical dimensions that will secure it new gifts. Those endowed with consciousness and free will have been shown the beginning, the end, and the goal of existence through death and the life to follow it, and reminded of what they need the most by being provided materially and spiritually. Through all these vital gifts that have been accorded to existent things and beings and which come in different wavelengths of Divine manifestation, a new door has been left ajar toward the Hidden Treasure.[1]

The first signal of the existence of things and events came from the Most Sacred Effusion, or the most sacred initial manifestation of the Divine Being. Through the Sacred Effusion, or God’s sacred manifestation of His Attributes, the archetypes of existence, whose coming into existence was willed, were given the signal of being clothed in external existence, and the course of coming into external existence began for the archetypes that were endowed with the possibility of existence. Then, every would-be-existent thing and being started the journeying of existence with the potential with which it had been endowed, in the expectation of new effusions to develop.

The Most Sacred Effusion, which serves as a veil before the Honor and Grandeur of the Real Agent or Originator of existence, is the manifestation of the essences of all the creatures in Divine Knowledge as archetypes or that these essences are given each a particular nature and/or identity. This appearance of these realities in Divine Knowledge, or the initial growth of existential essences, occurred in accordance with the potential appointed for each being in eternity. Thus, with the exception of the unusual, miraculous disposals of Divine Power, each being is restricted in the potential that has been accorded on it. The poet, Beligh,[2] says:

The effects of Divine effusions differ according to the capacities of every being; A pearl-oyster receives pearls from the rain of April, but a snake, poison.

The Sacred Effusion has been considered to be the manifestation of the Divine Will and Power that appoints everything and being of archetypal existence as a particular form and external existence. We can explain the matter more clearly as follows:

The contingent essences, or the essences of contingencies, are reflected upon the “ideal” lines, pages, and booklets of existence through the Most Sacred Effusion. They are clothed in external existence through the Sacred Effusion and take on the forms of the letters, words, sentences, and books of the Tablet of Confirmation and Effacement,[3] being elevated to the rank of serving as mirrors to the Eternal All-Observer.

The difference between these two effusions can also be clarified as follows: The initial manifestation, which causes the realities in the Divine Knowledge to be determined or appointed as archetypes with the potentials particular to each, is the Most Sacred Effusion; the second manifestation, which serves as a veil before the acts of the All-Originator in giving external existence to each archetypal essence according to its original potentials or capacities, is called the Sacred Effusion. According to the Sufis, just as the essential realities or the essential existence of future things and beings in Divine Knowledge is different from their external existences, so also do the sources of these two sorts of existence and the realms of the manifestations responsible for each differ from each other. Thus, while the Most Sacred Effusion manifests itself in the essential realities or pure essences in the Divine Knowledge, the Sacred Effusion acts on the archetypes, with their natures and forms to come forth into external existence.

Philosophers think differently from the Sufis about effusion. Although this is not something that is being discussed in this book, I will briefly mention their approaches, starting from the earliest times.

Some of the philosophers use the terms “effusion” and “manifestation” identically and mean “emanation” by both. That is, according to them—God forbid such an assertion!— existence has emanated from God, and what is meant by “effusion” or “manifestation” is that emanation.

Others among them rightly attribute effusion to the Divine Will and Decree, but place several intermediaries of creative effect between God’s initial origination of things and events and their coming into existence.

Still others restrict themselves to the external existence of things and events, and conclude that—God forbid such a conclusion!—the aforementioned Divine effusions occur naturally and necessarily. That is, according to them, God naturally and indispensably originates things and events. Thus, they ignore the absolute freedom of the Divine Will in doing or not doing something.

Others conceive of the Divine Being only as the First Cause, without personal existence, and claim that everything and event emanates from this Being in a certain order.

Still others attribute the initial effusion or, in their terminology, emanation, to an Intellect, which they call the First Intellect, and they talk about a trinity: (1) the Intellect itself, (2) the Intellect’s thought of an initial cause, (3) a second Intellect’s emanation from this thought.

Yet others think of many Intellects (the Ten Intellects), from the first one to the supposed spirits of realms or spheres of existence, and thereafter to the Active Intellect. They also insert a Soul among those Intellects.

All such assertions by philosophers imply a random guessing at the Unseen, and they are impossible to reconcile with the essence of the Religion. Furthermore, they are of no practical use for true or sound knowledge and faith, knowledge of God, or spiritual pleasures.

Even though some Muslim thinkers have, now and then, busied themselves with such matters, neither these philosophies nor similar trends of thought have made any contribution to Sufi life or experience, which is another way of expressing the Islamic life of the heart and spirit. More than that, they have muddied some simple minds, damaged the spirit of some principles of faith, and caused several trends of falsehood to emerge.

We also come across some Sufi guides who are reported to have written or talked about emanations from God and His self manifestation as a visible Being. I think that either such contorted ideas have been inserted into their works by others, or they themselves have approached the matter from a different viewpoint in relation to the Divine Oneness and Will and have lapsed into seeing such approaches as harmless. For neither the Qur’an nor the Sunna contain such considerations, nor did the scholars of the earliest times make any mention of them. For this reason, such philosophical approaches to creation can only represent some contaminated information that has found its way into our religious heritage from the legacies of earlier traditions.

As Bediüzzaman Said Nursi points out, the false doctrine of “only one entity emanates from one entity” lies in the essence of such trends of thought. They regard the All-Independent, absolutely Powerful Lord of the worlds to be in need of some powerless means or intermediaries, and present material or immaterial causes, which are in fact veils before the acts of His Lordship, as if His partners. To explain further, these approaches accept the existence of an Intellect besides God, an Intellect which emanated from Him, and they consider God to be inactive—God forbid such conceptions!—ascribing His dominion over all parts and dimensions of existence and all His acts to different means and causes. This is impossible for any believer in God to accept.

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powerbottomblake · 5 years

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Bumbleby/Beauty and the Beast parallels masterpost

So by this point it goes without saying that bumbleby is heavily based on beauty and the beast. Volume 6 made it extremely explicit with the Adam fight, but the parallels extend well beyond it.

This masterpost is basically a list of all bumbleby/batb parallels that were woven into Blake and Yang’s story as individuals and together. Undercut because it’s long.

1. Eyes as windows to the soul...no really

Corny section title aside, one of the parallels that I haven’t seen being talked abt as much is how eyes/looking each other in the eye and recognizing the other/seeing the truth laid out there is a recurring and focal theme for both BatB and the bees.

In BatB one of the first things Belle gets a glimpse of before Beast fully reveals himself is his eyes:

And afterwards, when she sneaks into the west wing, not knowing those were his quarters, she finds a torn portrait of him pre-curse:

And we get this significant pause where Belle has this moment of almost recognition. You can tell she’s trying to place why what’s left of the portrait, a.k.a the eyes depicted there, already feel familiar to her:

After the curse is lifted and the Beast transforms back into a human, Belle doesn’t immediately trust that this is indeed him. That is, until she sees his eyes:

We get a pause and a whole close-up because this is a significant beat in the story. Belle knows this is her person because the truth of him is laid out in his eyes and that’s what seals the deal.

The bees have the same thing going on. There are two major instances, which are also incidentally major narrative beats in general and moments in their relationship in particular, of them looking each other in the eye and just. seeing each other, knowing the truth and essence of each other.

The first is the aftermath of the Mercury fight where Blake recognizes that Yang isn’t another Adam waiting to happen:

I’ve talked about this here a bit but this is essentially the moment that seals Blake’s faith in Yang once and for all. And it takes Yang looking her in the eye, laying out the truth before her and letting her choose to believe her.

The second instance is this:

Which, I don’t know for you but it looks a whole lot like this:

And it’s after Blake, completely undertaken by the wave of conflicting emotions born out of being forced into killing her lifelong abuser, still feels the pull of his abuse and is absolutely terrified of having Yang take his final words to heart. She’s desperate to have Yang believe her - and Yang, being the emotionally intelligent individual she is, spots it right away and immediately reassures her that she does. Of course she does, Yang knows her, she knows Blake, and no amount of truth twisting and manipulation can change that.

Yang takes the time to pull back and look her in the eyes; it’s this “I see you, I know you” moment that effectively signals the end of the Adam chapter in their story as well as the mending of their relationship.

I really like how the Adam subplot, as it ties in with the development of the bumbleby relationship, is bookended by these two instances of the bees literally seeing each other eye to eye and mirroring each other: Blake sees and believes Yang about the Mercury fight, Yang sees and believes Blake is the person she herself had started to believe she wasn’t because of Adam.

I also really love how this whole coding of eyes=truth comes in clear contrast to Adam always hiding his eyes and how it was made blatantly indicative of how he’s been deceiving people around him and hiding his true identity (“you’re hiding more than your eyes” in Nevermore is really just the icing on top; they couldn’t have made the symbolism more obvious if they tried). Blake never got to know him, the real him; the moment he takes off the blindfold is when he finally sheds the last of the façade that started crumbling post V3. That’s when everyone, the audience included, gets to see him with utmost clarity.

2. Thematic parallel

This ties in with the thematic parallel between bumbleby and batb as romances at large; boiled down to their bare bones, both these love stories are about two individuals who, at first glance, are diametrically opposed, but deep down are more of kindred spirits than they’d first believed.

Both Belle and Yang assert that they crave adventure:

But that’s not what they want, what they really want.

Both Belle and Yang want someone to see them; really see and accept them for who they are.

Beast and Blake want someone that’ll see beyond what they are and see who they are and love them for it.

Beast and Yang both want someone who’ll finally stay after taking in everything that they are.

When you dissect BatB, it’s really about two deeply lonely individuals, isolated because of how different they are from the rest, who crave one genuine connection and find it in each other.

And when you boil it down, bumbleby is about two deeply wounded, lonely girls finally being seen for who they are and fitting together.

Deep down it really is about this:

3. Narrative beats

Beyond general themes, batb and bumbleby share a good number of narrative beats that really nicely parallel each other, sometimes even visually to a T:

- Beast/Yang sinks in despondency after Belle/Blake leaves:

- Belle/Blake leaves to reunite with her family and gets unsolicited but not unneeded help:

Both Chip and Sun surreptitiously follow Belle and Blake respectively (Sun sneaking into the ship after he followed Blake mirrors Chip sneaking into her bag as Belle leaves, Belle literally calls Chip a stowaway when he reveals himself). Both are well-meaning but have… creative ways of helping but their help still proves vital.

Also both ask THE question (and have mistaken assumptions about its actual answer):

I think my favorite thing about the roles Sun and Blake play in each other’s respective fairy tales/myths is that they’re deeply platonic/familial bonds. Sun is the Chip to Blake’s Belle, who grow to be basically family to each other during Belle’s stay in the castle, and Blake is the Tang Sanzang to Sun’s...Sun Wukong, who are portrayed to have a mentor/disciple relationship. They were always meant to be a friendship in the same way bumbleby has always been a romance.

- Gaston/Adam comes up with a ploy to hurt Belle/Blake’s family when she comes back to get to her:

- The Fight:

I think multiple people have pointed out all the visual parallels between the bumbleby vs Adam fight and the final Beast vs Gaston confrontation (you can find one most extensive video of it here courtesy of @dumbgaypower). It’s incredible how every beat of both fights match other.

Still a parallel masterpost wouldn’t be complete if I didn’t point out a few:

Gaston/Adam getting impatient with the Beast/Yang’s lack of aggressivity which is so in line with the toxic masculinity he’s meant to embody:

Adam/Gaston kicking down Yang/Beast and her keeping an eye/being aware of Blake/Belle’s presence:

And this bad boy right here:

TL;DR: the bees are based on the most romantically focused fairytale; they match said fairytale beat for beat; they were always meant to be a love story; they’re gay and in love and crwby personally gave me my rights.

#rwby #bumbleby #rwby meta #my meta #this was supposed to be out before v7 but eeeeeh #this post is really just an excuse for me to go apeshit with my extensive knowledge of the batb movie #that's my favorite disney movie and y'all WILL know #also hope v7 gives me the ball parallel I crave so we can truly have every single iconic batb scene paralleled

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decimadragonoid · 4 years

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Some Musts for Artists!

As I'm typing this, it is currently midnight on April 12th during the coronavirus pandemic. We're all artists here, so let's go over a few things that we can do as like-minded people. I've been on Deviantart for nearly 6 years now. I recently started a Tumblr and a Ko-Fi to make this a fun side job. Expanding my art network and social media outlets was the name of the game throughout the years, but I thought I'd create a small journal entry or a manual somewhere midway through the process for current and newcoming artists. So, here are some tips and musts for artists that all of you can use! 1.) Practice as often as you can. - This step is pretty self-explanatory. After all, practice makes perfect. You might even unlock hidden potentials that you never thought you had before. Even if you don't feel comfortable using certain tools (e.g., the perspective ruler, mannequins, outlines), making use of them will become much easier if you ease your way into using them. For example, I've always had trouble making backgrounds while using the perspective ruler synchronously, but over time, I eased my way into using it for making settings. Now I use the perspective rulers when I'm trying to capture the essence of a room or an area outdoors. It may be hard to create characters, props, and backgrounds at first, but once you find methods you're best comfortable with, stick with your guns and flesh out your masterpieces with your own unique styles! - I also use thicker sketch lines to make characters and poses just right to accommodate my nearsightedness. I call this technique 'The XL Method.' 2.) Study and Observe from Others. - If you have a favorite show, artist, or animator you like to watch, observe how they flesh out their characters, backgrounds, settings, and stories. Using any of the listed in the last sentence as reference material is a good way to analyze the big picture and make it your own. Of course, you must remember that you're not doing this to mimic your favorite artist, but rather referring to them as a template of sorts. Don't try to stay as someone else's shadow. Your art style is created through your body and soul, not by emulating your idol. 3.) Take care of yourself. - This is probably the most important thing you must NEVER neglect as an artist and overall person. If you can't draw yet due to other responsibilities outside of being an artist, don't try to force yourself afterwards. I've personally seen artists get hounded with questions and comments like 'When's your next page coming out?', 'Finish this project up already!', and even 'I only came here for Undertale. It's the only thing that gives me life. If you stop making Undertale comics and cancel your series, I'm not gonna watch you anymore.' Every artist I follow has been pressured more than once, especially in the Undertale fandom, when they actually put a project on hold, had a desire to draw something else for a while and try new things to take a break, or had other responsibilities outside the digital realm that followers neglect to understand or just don't care about because they're so anxious to see what happens next in a story they like. With followers, some are patient and respect that the artist has other responsibilities and hobbies they'd like to attend to, and others feel like they're entitled to the next page, when really, they're not. This isn't prominent in just the Undertale fandom, but also in many others - so many in fact, that it's a hassle just to list them all. - It's important to balance your lifestyle with things you like to do. If you like to draw, by all means, do it. If you like to read, by all means, do it. If you like to hang out with friends, by all means, do it. If you like to play video games, by all means, do it. If you have to take care of yourself and put your health over everything else first, do it. Do NOT compromise! When it comes to your health and lifestyle, unless it's beneficial to you, nobody else's input matters. Your followers won't get mad at you for it, and the followers undergoing the stages of entitlement will have to shut the hell up and take a hint. You're your own person, not someone else's servant. 4.) Eat! Eat! EAAAAAAAAAAAATTT!!! - Whether it's your favorite food or something jam-packed with nutritious value, eat all the food you want to eat! No artist can operate on an empty stomach. Keep your metabolism going and grab a snack, breakfast, lunch, or dinner. You want an example? Eat popcorn or sushi. Popcorn is high in fiber and helps keep your blood sugar in check as long as you don't drench it in too much butter. I also recommended sushi in this tab too. The reason is because sushi and other types of fish are high in DHA content, which stimulates brain activity and keeps your creative juices flowing. - There are other snacks that can help you stay motivated and full. Yogurt prevents diseases and enhances digestive and weight control. Bananas are high in potassium and help maintain a healthy heart. Chips and hummus go together too! Not only is hummus a good dip filled with fiber and protein, it's also filled with antioxidants! - I can go on and on about what kind of foods you can eat as an artist, but there are too many to list! I just love food THIS much! You'll be sitting here reading this tab all day if I did, so I'll leave the examples in the previous paragraphs for you. Whether it's a snack food, breakfast, lunch, or dinner, feed your body and mind, and you'll definitely make it as an artist! 5.) If you're a comic artist making an original story or building up from someone else's idea with a fanmade comic of your own, achieve total secrecy and wow your viewers later! - Yeah, I know it's great you've finished a comic page to show to your followers, and it has them craving for more. But sometimes, someone else's desire for more pages might be a little too much. Whether you're a regular artist or a comic/fancomic artist, not only is it important to balance your lifestyle, manage your time, and decide when you want to draw an art piece or the next page to your story, but it's also important to limit the amount of desire and demand you take in. - If you don't mind giving your fans spoilers, then that's okay too. But sometimes, achieving complete radio silence and being exclusive helps you get the most work done. - For example, a clothes designer named Geoffrey B. Small utilized a marketing strategy in which he made his clothing line limited and exclusive to shoppers. He doesn't want you to find his clothing. Even more so, he's not interested in being available to everybody. This makes his clothing unique and valuable to the eye of the beholder. If his clothes were found by literally everyone, it would disappoint him and jeopardize the overall exclusivity and value of his products. If your someone who doesn't want anyone to know that you're working on an art piece or a batch of comic pages that's gonna gobsmack your fans, pull a Geoffrey B. Small-esque move and don't leak any info whatsoever. - But IF you must inform your fans your project is still up and running, leave a subtle hint or a W.I.P thumbnail behind. That'll suffice. Keep your fans guessing, even if it means making them succumb to their anxiety or neediness for updates. - Limit any questions or comments you want to take in until you feel ready to reveal your big guns. You decide when you'll work on your art on your OWN terms. 6.) Allow yourself to imagine and enjoy your creative mind going wild before fleshing it out on your tablet or on paper. - Creativity is what makes literally anything in the world come to life! That's how we have the technology, video games, buildings, and other necessities in our generation today. For us artists, our most creative tool is the brain. The brain is the center of all human activity and thought. It's what allows us to imagine what happens next in our stories before we physically flesh them out on our drawing tablets or on paper. I always use my brain to generate a thought in my head that's so powerful, when I close my eyes or flesh it out every second, I can see a glimpse of it playing in my head like a roll of film filled to the brim with moving images for a movie. - It's also beneficial to write out a script, and even pretend you're a character in the story you want to create. - Flesh out your thoughts, play the track over and over again, add more thoughts, put a few funny moments into the mix, and BAM!! You've got an idea! Of course, you must also understand that unless the thought is something long-term you want to remember, you might forget some parts of your idea at first. Some ideas might be some you'll totally dislike later, and that's okay. There's always room for re-imagination and improvement. - Also take to heart that you shouldn't let your creative thoughts take over your real-life responsibilities. Those come first! - Overall, it's important to imagine and have fun going wild before physically bringing your thoughts into being. Let the creativity flow naturally. 7.) Understand you're not perfect, and neither are others. - In the wise words of Mayuri Kurotsuchi from BLEACH, 'Nothing perfect exists.' - 'If something is truly perfect, that's it. The bottom line becomes, there is no room for imagination, no space for intelligence, or ability, or improvement.' - 'Perfection is a dead end, a condition of hopelessness. Always strive to become better than everyone who came before you, but not perfect.' - You need to understand no artist or average working person in the world is perfect. Nobody is better or worse than anyone else. If you start to develop an egotistical sense of perfectionism, stop. You're not Picasso or Van Gogh. You're not better than anyone else. Neither am I. Everyone has their own ways of creating things or getting through the harsh reality of the real world. - The only thing we are is a small part of a bigger picture. We're all here to fill the gaps that plague the digital realm and society as it is today. 8.) Enjoy every minute. - The last thing an artist, viewer, average kid, and/or working adult needs to know is that if you enjoy doing something, it's worth enjoying all the way no matter what anybody else says. Have a good time. Don't let anyone take your modes of enjoyment away from you. Because at the end of the day, everything that lives is designed to end. We don't know when the time will come where we won't or can't enjoy what we love to do today anymore. So take your life and hobbies, make them the most enjoyable and memorable moments of your life, and never let them go! As an artist and overall human being, I care about my own well-being. Hell, I even care about the well-being of strangers and passersby on Deviantart, Tumblr, Ko-Fi, and real life. As such, I feel it's important to share my words of wisdom so you can read, listen, and make them your own. So remember to not only enjoy art or any other hobby or career you wish to pursue, but to never stop growing. The growth and development of the normal human being is a neverending journey, and it's one worth living well. Thank you for reading, and take care of yourselves. Stay determined, where and whoever you are... See you soon... Your friendly stranger and creative thinker, DecimaDragonoid

#words of wisdom #i care about all of you #food for thought #words to live by #artists on tumblr #people on tumblr #journal

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fandomlife-giver · 4 years

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Beacon Maid - 4

Summary: So, you’ve invited us to a ball at the Trancy mansion? Very well. I’m happy to let you dance to my tune for an evening. Butler who does a graceful, subtle dance, one to which I am more accustomed to than you. Next time, ”Beacon Maid” Surely, you jest. If I couldn’t dance to that, what kind of maid would I be? One, two, three…one, two, three…

Pairings: Sebastian X Demon!Reader X Claude

@wintersdoll @naniky @danabuggxd @redryderdesigns @inumorph

Word Count: 2439

Warnings: Mild language

Your name: submit What is this?

During the transition into night, the Trancy Manor grew still like a machine that’s powered down. All the bright airiness of the day was beginning to fade, darkness falling over it like a velvet blanket and all that was left was the low lighting of the outside that threw long beams across the polished floor, reflecting in some of the glass cabinets. There’s not even a breeze to disrupt the curtains that were perfectly idle, but the slightest breath of movement momentarily blocked the light, swirling mist with soft blurred edges seeped through the pores in the wall. It’s the sort of movement that’s seen on the peripherals of vision, the kind that breeds rumors of monsters lurking in the dark dragging the shadows with them like coattails.

You stopped in the shadows, your body shifting to a solid black form in a dizzying rush of suddenly fleshed out bones and skin. You pressed back against a wall deeper in the darkness, where no being would be able to see you. Closing your eyes, you focused on where the pulsing of the three heartbeats was coming from. It was like ripples through the marble floor, vibrating under your feet, up through your bones and resting as a dull rumbling in your chest.

By separating yourself from the room of human guests, it had become much easier for you to pinpoint the three humans you needed to locate. Ciel’s was the strongest pulse, and you tried your best to push him aside as you singled in on Alois and his mysterious prisoner.

In a blur, your form moved from wall to wall as you spotted a staircase. The pulsing was getting stronger now. But what confused--no, more like worried you was how it felt. Almost as if the very essence of the prisoner’s soul was calling to you.

You ignored it though and pushed forward, traveling down the staircase to near were you assumed some sort of sellar would be. As you made it to the bottom of the steps, you immediately stopped at the figure walking down the hallway that led to the room where you knew Alois and the prisoner was.

You felt yourself grow annoyed as you stared at him.

He was casually walking around the manor, eyeing everything that he passed by as if he was searching for something.

Ciel must’ve ordered him to search the property. He was going through every room he could find without a care in the world. You grew confused as you realized something.

Wait, can he not sense the two souls beside Ciel’s?

That wouldn’t make any sense. But the fact that he passed by that area with no hint of being drawn to it made you question it. Could that mean he truly didn’t smell anything besides Ciel?

You continued to watch him until he suddenly stopped and sharply turned to stare directly at where you were in the corner of the room. You grew tense as his eyes traveled up to where you were currently compressed in the corner.

You felt the air suddenly shift as you could’ve sworn you locked eyes.

‘What are you doing?’

●●●

“We need something to make them grovel at her feet. I’m sure I’m not the only one who sees the way those butlers look at her. Nothing like causing a little drama between these two lovers, right, Ran Mao?”

The person addressed to nodded her head in agreement earning a loving rub on the leg from him.

Lau narrowed his eyes slightly. “A shame she seems hellbent on ignoring me. She already left us with no choice but to stay put, missing our appointment with the stylist I prepared.”

He sighed as he glanced around the room, and when his sight landed on the woman that was staring straight back at him, his eyes widened.

Ayani stood stiff as she kept her own eyes wide and focused on Lao and his companion, making sure they stayed put and didn’t wander off after Y/N.

His mouth opened in both confusion and fascination. “It’s so interesting. That prince’s maid was who told us that Y/N suddenly disappeared, and yet, she hasn’t taken her eyes off of us. I do wonder, do you think she’s covering for our missing cat?”

The two of them shared a knowing look as a grin spread across his face. “Well then, I guess we should find out what’s going on then. Let’s go, darling.”

Ayani’s muscles tensed up as she noticed them stand up and move toward the door, panic rising in her. “No, I can’t let them leave!”

She hurried over to them, nearly stumbling as she came to a stop in front of them. “U-Um, pardon me, but I don’t think you should isolate yourselves from the rest of the guests.”

Lau tilted his head, a smirk playing on his lips. “Oh? Whatever for? Y/N didn’t seem to view it as a problem, considering her depart.”

She pressed her lips together as she tried to think up an excuse. “Well...yes! You see, Lord Phantomhive had ordered her to search the manor for anything unusual and it would be rude to walk about Lord Tracy’s mansion without permission, wouldn’t it?”

Lau raised an eyebrow. “That’s funny since our young lord had ordered Y/N to spend her time with me to prepare for the ball and I didn’t see any other interaction between them. Besides, I don’t see anyone, what would be the harm in a little exploring?”

Her teeth ground before she spat back a response. “Lord Trancy could find you or his servants and I’m sure neither would go light on someone like you roaming around where you shouldn’t.”

A small triumphant smile formed on his lips. “Lord Trancy? But weren’t we all told he wasn’t here and he isn’t to return for another half hour when the party starts, so do tell me, love, what exactly are you on about?”

Ayani’s jaw fell as she stuttered out her words in embarrassment. “O-Oh, um, w-well it…”

Lau stepped forward and lowered his voice so no one could hear. “Listen, I don’t know what you and Y/N are planning but I made a deal with her master and I still need to collect so either you tell me where she is or I’ll just have to find out for myself.”

For the longest time, she stared back at him, eyes glazed over as she considered her options. She finally sighed in defeat and shook her head.

“I’m sorry, my friend…”

Her eyes went back to the two of them as she straightened up. “Y/N and I discovered something. We saw Lord Trancy and his butler holding someone hostage outside the manor. I wanted to warn my master but she insisted not to. She said everyone was in danger so she would go and investigate. She asked me to distract you and keep everyone safe.”

Lau leaned back in surprise at what he heard. “Alois Trancy is holding someone hostage?” He threw his head back as he laughed, holding Ran Mao closer to him before rubbing his chin. “My, my…”

“It looks like this party will be far more interesting than I thought.”

●●●

Your heart dropped when you heard Sebastian’s voice but you kept your composure, hoping he couldn’t see you.

Why do you care?

You heard him chuckle as he turned away from your direction.

‘Y/N, are you upset with me? It isn’t I who offered you up to Lau. Be nice kitten and enjoy yourself’

Enjoy myself? You nearly sighed out of relief when you got the confirmation that he still thought you were with the servants.

This isn’t over, Sebastian. I am still very upset with you. We’re gonna talk when I get back, but until then, goodbye.

A frown formed on his face at your words. When your eyes spotted the clock beside him, you noticed how much time you were wasting watching him so you quickly moved forward, passing over him without receiving so much as a glance, which gave you the all-clear.

You headed straight to the room where you knew they were. The only problem was that you had reached an obstacle. Like, a literal obstacle. There was a wall right where the energy was strongest.

A secret room? No wonder Sebastian missed this. He seems to be missing a lot of things lately.

You passed through it with ease and as soon as you made it to the other side, you moved straight up to the ceiling and began to observe the three figures in the room.

"What a nuisance. I can't believe we had to go through all that trouble for a silly little sacrifice."

Sacrifice?

Alois let out a sigh of annoyance as he threw his coat over Claude's head.

"Is this really the only thing we can use for a distraction? Can't we just get a bunch of guns or something? I mean, you're a demon. Claude, are you seriously telling me you can't do any better than this?"

Claude slowly removed the coat from his face and folded it neatly.

"That wouldn't be practical, master. His servants are fairly good and would be able to easily overcome an obstacle such as that. If you truly want to frustrate Ciel Phantomhive along with his servants, you must get creative."

He tsked at the idea. “Creative? It sounds like too much work. Anyways, are you sure this is all we need to start, Claude?”

Their heads suddenly turned as someone entered the room. You felt the atmosphere change as you stared at him, completely thrown off by the fact he was even here.

“Why of course it is, child. If you have the items I requested then this should go along smoothly now.”

Alois’s face scrunched up. “Really? And how do I know I can trust you? The last thing I made a deal with ended up betraying me. That damned demon just used my resources to get her master back. Plus she’s far too powerful and this better be enough to stop her.”

He played with the rim of his bowler hat as he chuckled at the impatience of the young boy. “Oh my, you actually made a deal with Y/N? Ha! What an incredibly foolish idea…”

One he caught sight of Claude’s narrowed gaze, his laughter ceased. “But to answer your question, yes, this should do nicely. I can guarantee you that this device is no match for any demon.”

Clapping his hands together, Alois grinned with glee. “Perfect! This should go just as I planned then. We shouldn’t waste any more time.”

He glanced over at Claude, who had checked his pocket watch. Once he saw the time, he closed it up and tucked it back into his pocket.

“Master. It’s almost time. You should get changed into your costume now.”

You snapped out of the gaze you had been keeping on them as Claude’s words rang in your head.

“Costume…”

Both the man in the bowler hat and Claude looked up at the moment they heard the sound of your voice.

Your lips slammed shut as you realized you had said it out loud.

Y/N, you idiot! Why would you say that?

Your form began to slowly move toward the door where you had emerged from, even as Alois finally turned his attention to the prisoner sitting on the floor. Their head was still covered, only now they had a cloak around them and their hands tied around their back as well.

“I suppose. But before that, I’m curious to see the tramp that got to lay with Michaelis.”

Just as your form was beginning to pass through the wall, you stopped. A familiar shiver ran down your spine as the scent of the prisoner’s soul had suddenly begun to grow not only stronger, but the familiarity of it also become overwhelming. Your eyes moved over to the figure as Alois moved to remove the head covering.

No. That can’t be possible.

Her eyes rapidly blinked as she took in her surroundings. The brightness of the light within the room took a second to adjust to after being in the bag for so long. Once she noticed the boy standing in front of her, she furrowed her brows, but when she went to speak, she made the discovery that she had been gagged.

Growing annoyed with her as she tried to speak, he finally removed the gag and tossed in Claude’s direction. Her gaze went over to him as a blush formed on her cheeks. The features of the man were too much for her to bear as if they reminded her of a certain butler.

Alois smirked as he looked her over. “So...you’re the holy whore then?”

She shook her head in dismay. “The what? I’m sorry sir, but why am I here? I don’t understand what anyone would have in a homeless person like me.”

Rolling his eyes, he turned away from her and looked to Claude. “I’m already bored with her. Just take her to the room the device is in until it’s time, got it?”

He then picked up the gag and placed it in her mouth again, a smile coming onto his face as she stared at him with confused eyes.

“Let’s get this party started.”

●●●

As he exited, you felt yourself snap out of the room and back into the hallway where you had first transformed yourself to sneak around. Placing a hand on the wall, your teeth clenched as you rubbed your stomach, feeling the hunger set in from being that close to her again.

Why did it have to be that damn nun again?

“Ah! There you are, love.”

You closed your eyes before turning your head towards the voice. Lau stood by the door that lead to the room filled with guests, having Ran Mao, and surprisingly, Ayani by his side.

You raised an eyebrow at Ayani who shamefully looked away as Lau smiled. “I hope you had fun sneaking off on your own. But now, it’s time to get you dressed up.”

You suddenly heard footsteps running from behind you until you were then hit with a sudden force that nearly knocked you off your feet.

You glanced down to see arms had been wrapped around your waist. When you glanced behind you, you saw the innocent triumph on Finny’s face.

“Sorry Y/N, but you’re not getting away this time!”

Your eyes formed a menacing glare that you aimed at Lau, who only smiled wider.

“Now. Shall we get started?”

#black butler #black butler fanfic #sebastian michaelis x reader

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robalchemy · 4 years

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A Channeled Message From Agents Of The Divine

Beyond all modes of spirituality, systems of belief and scriptures that have been passed down through the generations - This day is ultimately about love. You may get tired of hearing the word “love” repeated so often throughout this channeling, but it is necessary and the point! But why love? The answer is two fold, as this is the most linear way it can be explained; The day of December 25 isn’t of and within itself inherently sacred. Not inherently. It has become sacred by means of the collective consciousness - That is to say that we MADE it sacred through collective intent, thought and traditions. If we go back past the last century and change, we don’t see that our current Christmas traditions have been long standing at all, but that’s not really so much the point either. I say this at the risk of controversy, but the holiday itself is by and large metaphorical, not literal. Many have dedicated this day to celebrating that which we will refer to as the Christ consciousness manifested. And that which is referred to as the Christ consciousness wasn’t and isn’t exclusive to the singular master who once walked the earth, but is rather simply a way of framing love and wisdom in a linear fashion that is comprehensive to us living in a 4D plane of existence. Love itself is not linear. It’s not NOT linear. Though our human experience is linear, love is an energy far beyond that which can be put into a box. Love is the way by which we recognize each other on the soul level because love is at our core; Love is our natural state and our true nature. This isn’t so much something we create, as it is something that is innate, almost as a by-product of being multi dimensional beings based of light, which we are. At the core, we are all simply different aspects of the same whole, the same source, which is itself literal love and light. Recognizing this and identifying it as the Christ consciousness is simply a means of linearizing our own light which is inherent within all, whether we choose to express it or not. And it is a free choice. The mode by which we interpret and express our own divinity is not what matters. This we say at the risk of controversy, but that is to directly say that the religion itself is NOT important. On the other side of the veil, there is no judgement. There never has been. Love does not judge. The highest order of divine love and light is exactly that, the highest order of love and light. In this, there is no judgement, nothing is demanded of a single soul and there is no dogma. That is to say that no system of spirituality is incorrect when embodied with pure intent of love and unity both with the other aspects of ourselves, as well as Source. We simply can not phrase it in a more effective way than this: Love does not judge. Love is simply love, and nothing else. Love does not care which system of spirituality one chooses, or if one even CHOOSES spirituality. There is no requirement. Love does not place conditions on itself. Love IS unconditional, those who attempt to place conditions on love can only do so through their own intent, but that does not reflect the true nature of the loving source. Love does not wish to punish. Love is simply love, and the creative Source of the Universe is love, and we can recognize this through the fact that the Universe is biased towards benevolence - If this were not true, it would not be in the nature of the Universe to create life through which to experience all the different ways it can express and experience love. Friends, this morning we would like to discuss your essence. That is to say, the soul. We experience this as that which holds our stream of consciousness or experience, as well as our sense of self awareness. You may call this anything you wish, or nothing at all. On earth, this is manifested into our 4 dimensional reality and anchored through a multitude of energetic systems, but is expressed through our heart center, for the heart is where heaven meets earth, so to speak. But what actually is our essence, our soul - And where does it come from? This has been explained in countless ways throughout time and traditions, but it boils down to consciousness and a common origin, connecting all consciousness that exists throughout the Universe. You may think of it as a creation scenario if you wish; If we are to look at the existence of the Universe in a linear fashion, we can explain “the beginning” even though it is infact not linear.

In that which you call the beginning, there was simply an awareness. This is consciousness. In this, the first dimension is inherent, which is self awareness itself. You could think of it as consciousness, though at this point it is an incomplete description. Upon realizing self awareness which is the first dimension itself, this consciousness asked one question, and this question was catalytic: “What can I be?”. This is where the observation of the self can begin, and to observe the self, there must be more than one dimension for a second perspective to exist. This created the second dimension which was simply the means for anything more than singular to exist. The second dimension created duality as a means for for more than one perspective to exist in order to observe itself. Duality also inherently created polarity. As soon as more than one of something could exist, opposites and a spectrum could therefore exist. This is why the second dimension is duality and is the basis for all of existence to experience itself. The way for duality to manifest and exist in physicality creates the third dimension. The third dimension is the origin of all that exists in form or physicality, it is the basis on which physical form CAN exist, although in some higher dimensions, physicality and form are fluid. But more on that later... So now we have the most basic level of self aware physical existence. But in only three dimensions, it is static. In fact, all physicality is static. This is to say that in quantum fashion, all points of physicality, all possibilities, timelines and potentials ever - All exist simultaneously in one singularity or point in time and space, and moving through billions of different potentialities or alternate realities per second creates the illusion of linear motion, or time. This works exactly how frames in film work. Every single possible configuration of physical reality, absolutely EVERYTHING that is physically possible, all exists in one time in one place, like individual frames on film, and each frame is static, as if time is frozen. Consciousness inherently moves THROUGH each one of these frames at a finite pace of billions per second. This is what we perceive as motion and therefore linear time. And this is the fourth dimension. In 4D, it is experienced as time that moves in one direction, but the time doesn’t move, the consciousness moves through it. From the fourth dimensional physicality, “time” can only be experienced through a singular perspective. The next dimension, the fifth dimension - In regards to time - Is a higher perspective from which ALL points of spacetime and potentialities can be simultaneously observed, experienced and existed within. A wonderful example of this is the character “Grif” in the movie “Men in Black 3″ who is portrayed as a 5th dimensional being experienced by the protagonist in 4D. This is an apt description. But with an expanded perspective in the fifth dimension not only brings all potentials of spacetime into focus, but also the entire spectrum that exists within polarity or duality. This is to say that from this perspective, we no longer experience opposites, but rather all opposites become a spectrum, and this can be experienced in physicality through what the Buddhist tradition calls “The Middle Way”. From a perspective of 5D consciousness, we can see the entire spectrum of duality in any situation, as if the vision of our minds eye has just switched from a 4:3 ratio to 360 degree panoramic vision. In this, we can better identify the point of balance or the “middle” in any situation, place or thing - And temper our judgement in a blanaced fashion. This brings us to the big point here, which ties in love and the theme of this day. This perspective of 5D consciousness in 4D physical form is where the human race is currently heading, whether it may SEEM so or not. And love is completely innate and inherent by the time we reach this point. For to be able to see all sides of a situation from a balanced, neutral perspective, so must our own love also be tempered and balanced. So how does one temper or balance love itself? By allowing it to flow in its true nature in an absolute fashion. We do this by letting go of that which is polarizing that we hold on to. Things such as limiting beliefs, anger, guilt, shame, control, etc. This could be thought of as self actualization, although we’re hesitant to use such a limiting linear term, as its context implies that it is unobtainable for humans in 4D. This is not true. Any human in any state of existence is always capable of calling upon or invoking their own light, uninhibited, and allowing it to flow fourth in purity through the surrender of self. That is to say that in human life, there is a tendency unique to this density of existence to focus on that end of polarity that is not love & light. This is the nature of duality when free choice or free will is introduced. In surrendering our bias of our own perspective, that which is our natural state of love always floats to the surface. This is resultant of the Universe being biased towards benevolence. So to go back to the previous point of “what is a soul, and where does it come from”? Understanding the origin of the first 5 dimensions, we can now continue. Upon consciousness realizing itself, that which it is collective asked itself “What can I be” - Enter - The Universe! In order to answer that question, consciousness then divided itself fractally in order to experience itself in every way possible. This is to say metaphorically, that the creative Source of all that is expanded itself into dimensions of physicality, non-physicality, multitude and unity in a quantum fashion. This is called the Universe, and is the place in which incarnate consciousness can exist and experience yourself. In a theistic sense, this was creation. In a non-theistic sense, this was the Universe experiencing itself. Consciousness is fractal. That is to say that it can be divided infinitely. This is comparable to taking a photograph of an apple, for example. Cut this photograph into 100 equal or unequal squares, and each smaller square will be another COMPLETE picture of the same apple. And you can keep zooming in and doing this infinitely. This is fractal consciousness, and is how the unified source can experience itself in an infinite sense, or in an infinite amount of ways. Your soul or consciousness is literally one of these fractal pieces of the creative Source. It can be stated that your soul is a literal piece of God. You are one aspect of God experiencing itself, and therefore your essence IS the divine light itself. You are yourself, and are OF Source. This is what your soul is and where it comes from. And this is why we bring this entire topic up on this day that so many humans have made sacred by what we can now understand is our own divine will - Being that we are OURSELVES the highest order of love and light, we recognize love and light inherently and innately. The x-factor is that in 4D physicality existing in what is closer to the fourth density now than the third (in which humanity has existed exclusively thus far) we have the veil. That is to say that when humans incarnate as you currently know incarnation - You forget. You forget who you are. You forget your origins, purpose and potentials. This is done on purpose, and this is where the illusion of separation of source comes from, although you can’t ACTUALLY be separate from that which you are. Here’s the point: This is what the Master Jesus was referring to when he brought fourth the teaching that “The Kingdom is within.” And this is the loving message of the day from all that is love and wishes for you to now know that which you didn’t know previously: In this day when you celebrate what which we’ve referred to as the Christ consciousness and use this to recognize the divine light within yourselves and others - Understand that you are yourself the highest order of love. You exist within the highest order of love and light and TRULY cannot ever be separate from it, despite what the experience of this incarnation may lead you to believe. And what you believe doesn’t even matter, that’s the point. Currently, you are an aspect of the creative source experiencing what it would be like to FEEL separation. But dear ones, you are not separate. There is no separation. And you can use the joy and love that you garner from this sacred day as proof, for you would not be capable of experiencing that which you are not. And what you are is an expression, an aspect of the highest order of divine love and light, and we on the other side of the veil wish for you to understand in the most loving of terms that that love is not only you - It’s also with you. It’s around you. At every moment that you infinitely and eternally exist. You could not be separate from the light even if you tried. Again, there will be times when it SEEMS like you are in these earthbound lives - That’s part of the point. But it is never, EVER out of reach or unavailable to you for even a moment. The only place you need look at any time to reconnect with love and light itself is to your own heart center. This is where the creative source resides within you, and this is the gateway to all that is. Speak to your own heart first, and you are speaking in the most direct way to Source. Love your own heart first, and you are loving Source and all that Source is, which is all of life and existence throughout the Universe on both sides of the veil. Speak through and to your heart, and the Universe will hear. That is the message that we wish to bring you on this day, and to express to you the unfathomable love that exists for you where you are, and on our side of the veil. You are never alone, you are loved beyond imagination and all you need to do to experience this is grant permission for it to reveal itself to you. The goal of this message is to explain how this is possible so that you can better understand and therefore experience the fullest value of all the gifts that the Universe wishes for you to receive. And finally, we would like to end with a reminder that unconditional love means unconditional. The creative source does not concern itself with what you do or don’t believe. Nothing is demanded of you and there is no such thing as judgement on our side of the veil. Please understand that your are so loved, and go fourth as an expression of that love incarnate for highest good of all. And so it is.

#christmas #spiritual #spirituality #spiritualawakening #channel #channeling #channeled #divine #message #lifepurpose

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Black Mirror Season 5 Mini-Rant

(This is no longer that mini, lol)

Needless to say, minor spoilers.

I love Black Mirror. It’s tied for my #1 favorite TV show alongside BoJack Horseman. I started watching it, by myself, right when Season 3 came out, and halfway through my first episode, I knew I was watching something that was invaluable and masterful in its uniqueness, realness, and creativity.

Some yellow-flags have been popping up for Black Mirror in the last few years.

Season 4 was awesome. You can see a slight upwards trend in production value throughout the seasons--nothing wrong. The first yellow-flag was “Bandersnatch,” for me. I’d’ve preferred a season over a choose-your-own-adventure, but the novelty was fun. It seemed like a vie for more mainstream attention, but it didn’t particularly compromise its Black Mirrorish tone (though “Bandersnatch” is certainly not one of my favorites).

The real yellow-flag was hearing, online, prior to the release of Season 5, that, following the critical acclaim of “San Junipero” (among, certainly, other things), the creators of Black Mirror were going to try and, to put it simply, do more happy endings.

That’s not a red flag, because “San Junipero” was a good episode. While the existential dread, hopelessness, and horror are certainly foundational to the body of Black Mirror, I wouldn’t mind a happy ending every once or a while, even if I understood, yes, there is a little bit of pandering going on. The reason it was a yellow flag was because, in this day and age, such an announcement sounds like a corporate dogwhistle for, “We’re completely, shamelessly prostituting a cultural relic you’ve grown to love to make a quick buck and get those yummy social engagements. Sorry, not sorry. Fuck off and die, eternally.”

I’ve watched capitalism and the fetishization of profits enable and embolden the inherent greed of producers in entertainment, and, little by little, strip me of every Earthly pleasure I have left.

When the very first trailer for Star Wars: Force Awakens was released, I watched it 20 times. I cried with joy. Literally wept. Star Wars meant so much to me.

I’ve watched as capitalistic greed turned my absolute favorite franchises into unrecognizable monsters. Well, not really. They’re not grotesque abominations, more like Uncanny Valley plastic husks, like people you see on the street. Less like nightmares in your sleep, more like the grey nightmares that you talk to in a normal day.

Star Wars was Marvel-ified by its third trilogy. Lord of the Rings was Marvel-ified by the Hobbit movies. The Harry Potter universe I grew to love, movies I loved and books I read into the teens of times, became Fantastic Beasts, a Marvel-ified plastic husk. I haven’t seen the newest and final season of Game of Thrones, but I’m less concerned for the final season, and more concerned for the endless spin-offs and prologues and epilogues and MCU-style garbage that’s to come. Thank God I don’t have any childhood attachments to the world of Ice and Fire.

And, no, I’m not stupid, I know I’m writing this on Tumblr, so let me address the elephant.

I’m a leftist. I champion intersectionality. What I can’t stand is liberal-style corporate idpol, that we can just slap a 1/4 black mixed white person into a movie and get the social justice movements to shut the fuck up for another decade.

I’m well aware the cinematic worlds of all these franchises are completely white-washed, and I’m well aware that’s a problem. My problem with the new Star Wars isn’t that Finn is black, it’s that in the first 30 minutes he seemed like he was going to be an awesome, complex, emotion-tugging character and then he became a goofy jokester. Make the entire Star Wars universe black, I could give a shit less. I’d love to see the anti-SJW nerdlets lose their fucking minds over it. But don’t excuse the corporate degeneracy of everything human, the sucking of the soul out of art itself, just because they sprinkled in a couple tokens here and there with Hillary-esque 0% sincere feminist-lite “She can STEM, and so can YOU!” roachshit.

*sigh* I’m getting well off-topic.

Okay.

I’m fine with Black Mirror making some changes here and there. Shit’s got to evolve. I’m not against change. But you can make changes here and there without sacrificing your morals, your integrity, your revolutionary spirit. While Black Mirror’s revolutionary spirit is self-evident by its gory critique of technology, the modern world, social-media, corporate values (the only true trickle-down that exists, LOL), etc. etc., even the aforementioned series and franchises had revolutionary spirit by the virtue of being artistic expression. True artistry, is, by nature, revolutionary, when the system to be revolted against is a system that desperately enforces homogeneity, milquetoast pandering, quantity-over-quality, and fetishizaton of profit above all else in the artistic/entertainment world. Maybe The Phantom Menace or The Prisoner of Azkaban don’t make overt revolutionary commentary on race relations, imperialism, or mental health, but they have naturally stood adjacent to the revolutionary spirit by having an ounce of artistic integrity.

No longer.

Black Mirror’s fifth season doesn’t scare me because of what it is, necessarily, but what it spells to come.

There’s a certain grit, a certain darkness, a certain unrelenting, uncompromising truth that has holed away in the center-mass of the essence of Black Mirror that, in this day and age, in our society, will ensure it never finds top-tier mainstream success. People have become ruthlessly conditioned to accept the macaroni-and-cheese, chicken nuggets, and Capri Sun of modern entertainment, and, for the most part, even when they think they want something different, they have been conditioned to heave and gag when placed in front of a home-cooked meal, no matter how quality the ingredients, no matter how nutritious and delicious, no matter how much care the chef has poured lovingly into the dish.

I don’t know the state of affair within the creative underbelly of Black Mirror’s writers, creators, producers, etc., but I’m reflexively worried, after watching beloved star after shining star be snuffed out by the Plastic, that evil entities have sown the first seeds of Corruption within the host body of Black Mirror.

All three episodes--yes, I was disappointed by the episode count, but I thought this would indicate impeccable quality--are good TV show episodes. If I had never seen a single episode of Black Mirror and saw its fifth season first, I would have loved and lauded it. They’re well-written, well-acted, and have biting themes that attack our consumerist, technological, apathetic, cookie-cutter, alienating society. The problem is, the bite is ever-so-slightly less than that of its predecessors. “Striking Vipers” felt like it could have been taken even further, somehow. It was realistic, but the idea of how VR will throw a wrench into sex as we know it surely has further consequences that should have been explored. “Smithereens” felt like it could have been a little more explicit with its ending, though I did absolutely love the conversation between the main character and Billy Bauer. “Rachel, Jack, and Ashley Too” definitely needed more bite. I loved the first and second acts of the episode, but the third act...well, it felt like the Marvelification of my beloved. The goofy, light-hearted, inconsequential action...it would be fine in a vacuum, but in a world where Marvel’s tendrils are tightening around the heart of culture every day until it bursts, withers, and becomes oil, can you blame my paranoia?

If this is as “bad” as Black Mirror gets, I’ll be fine. I’ll live. But, as history has shown, time and time again, this is not where it stops. Corruption spreads. It is a cancer. It is its nature. I may look at Black Mirror today, and say, “Well, they got Star Wars and Harry Potter, and while those franchises were awesome, they weren’t as overtly and self-consciously revolutionary as Black Mirror. Black Mirror is better than this. It’ll know when to say ‘no’,” the truth is, in this day and age, we can’t be sure. No highly successful entities or individuals seem to be trustworthy with their own destiny, as insanely despotic as that sounds.

And, while I didn’t explain the concept fully in this rant, I hope you caught that I equate mediocrity, forgettableness, inconsequential toothless conflict and themes, and second-to-lowest common denominator pandering with the entity of Marvel, and how its immense financial success has acted as a cancer in the end of this decade to poison other franchises into melting into the homogeneous Plastic. And while the cowards will never say it overtly, even within their thoughts, I’ll be seen as the asshole and take the “pre-emptive” strike, as they have done so many times not in words, but in actions:

Marvel?

Fuck off, and die. Eternally.

#black mirror #bm season 5 #black mirror season 5 #marvel #marvelification #marvelified #harry potter #lord of the rings #the hobbit #star wars #corruption #plastic #bojack horseman #capitalism #the plastic #co opt #defanged #revolution

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The Heart of the Matter

On the tenth day of Autumn of the second year of the New Reign, Wilson died.

Maxwell was not expecting it, inasmuch as one could not expect death in a world designed to kill. He hadn’t even really noticed the cry of the enraged tallbird echoing not too far from where his puppets were chopping trees. Wilson was too seasoned a survivor to be troubled by such daft creatures. He hadn’t given it any thought, going on with his day like a fool, as if he himself shouldn’t have known better, as if he didn’t know perfectly well how severely punishable overconfidence was, in the Constant.

He had worried, too late, when Wilson hadn’t showed up in the camp by sunset. He had headed out to look for him, lantern and duelists at hand, when Charlie fed his fears and doubts with floral scents and cryptic whispers, too late. He had found Wilson in the mining area, prone on the rugged soil, a bunch of gold nuggets scattered all around him, the yolk of a broken tallbird egg disgustingly mixed with his own spilled blood, a huge gash running through his messy hair and burrowing deeply into his head. Too late.

They had no amulets. No statues. No touch stones. Nothing.

Maxwell couldn’t do anything for the entire night. He spent it right there, kneeling beside the corpse, as lifeless as his own puppets. He couldn’t fathom how or why Wilson had met his demise so unexpectedly, so stupidly, after all he’d been through. Maxwell couldn’t fathom how he himself could have forgotten so easily of the fragility of a human life, especially of Wilson’s, which he had seen shattered countless times. It was simply unacceptable. He turned over the body, grimacing at the rivulets of dried blood streaking his face. He shook him, he called him. He cupped his cheeks - cold, so very cold - and ran his hands through his hair - blood, so much blood. In a way, that was already an acknowledgement of the gravity of the situation. He wouldn’t have dared, had there been a single spark of life left in Wilson. He wouldn’t have dared to voice or show the depth of those murky feelings he himself hesitated to name, he wouldn’t have dared to toy with their hard-earned camaraderie or to risk Wilson’s liberal trust or respect. Maxwell thought himself above regret: it was a pointless, cheap feeling, that had no place in the heart of a man who always acted according to his real desires, a feeling fitting for the insecure, the feeble, the foolish, and he hadn’t been such in a long while. It spoke volumes that now, of all times, he found himself regretting not having unravelled those complex emotions while he still had the time.

He did not cry. He hadn’t done that in a long time either, he wasn’t even sure he still could. At dawn, he lifted Wilson’s corpse - stiff, so stiff - and slowly carried him - it - back to the base. He lay it down beside the cold fire pit. He did not bury it. He wanted it to be there, when he’d come back. It was morbid, and evidently messed up, he could clearly see as much, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care. He kept staring at it for another minute, or an hour, then left, duelists in tow.

It was a very productive day. He slew the tallbird, which gave him no satisfaction whatsoever. He harvested berries and traps, chopped trees, even mined rocks, all by himself. He usually deemed manual labor unnecessarily draining and uncomfortable, but he welcomed it with open arms, that day. The repetitive motions and the little pains in his creaky back and on his delicate palms did wonders to distract him from the pointlessness of it all. He wondered if this was the reason why Wilson usually didn’t mind that kind of work, he imagined how his little disbelieving laugh would sound seeing him grinding away at boulders so keenly.

When Maxwell returned to the camp, Wilson’s body was already gone. Mostly. Only the skeleton remained, his flesh and clothes whisked away by the peculiar magic decay of the Constant. Wilson had once tried to observe the phenomenon as it happened, sitting before Maxwell’s newly-shed mortal vessel for an entire night; he had missed it anyway, as Maxwell’s corpse had spoiled literally in the blink of an eye. Maxwell had offered to watch over Wilson’s body the next time he died, just to have an excuse to spend an entire day in the camp doing nothing. He had just remembered that. It looked like he had managed to fail a corpse. It was a new low for him.

Maxwell was unreasonably furious about the change. He should have expected it, but that didn’t make it any better. He shouldn’t care about it, because what was even the point of keeping a corpse around, but that didn’t make it any better either. Eventually, when he was done screaming at the sky and at Charlie and at Them and at any and every sentient entity that might be listening, he resolved to bury the skeleton. Bones were easier to handle than pale skin, rigid limbs, familiar features. It almost didn’t hurt to see the rough crack ruining the perfect smoothness of the skull. Almost. He gathered the remains and dug a grave, again by himself, not too far from the camp. He dropped the bones messily into it, not bothering to reassemble them correctly. There was a limit to self-serving sentimentalism, and he had crossed it by miles. He didn’t mark the grave. He wasn’t going to forget where it was anyway, and there weren’t many other people who could pay a visit. He cleaned his hands from the dirt, noticing a few blisters starting to pop up here and there, and turned to walk back to their - his - camp.

Then, he saw it.

At first he thought he was simply going insane. It was a very reasonable hypothesis, all things considered, but that wasn’t something insanity had ever done to him or to Wilson, as far as he was aware. Right above the freshly disturbed ground, floating, there was a ghost. It looked very much like any other generic ghost, but also it didn’t. Its wispy body was a barely visible mass of white vapours, thinner than fog or smoke. It had no clear shape or features, save for two exceedingly noticeable ones. The very tip of its outline was not round and undefined like the rest of it: curious spikes of mist rose from it, messy and twisted and awkwardly bent like a painfully familiar, utterly ridiculous hairdo. And then, there were its eyes. Bright and sharp and alive, somehow, more alive than Maxwell himself felt. Staring at him, through him, with a reproachful scowl that betrayed too many hints of concern.

Maxwell called his name. He responded. Vaguely, unintelligibly, almost inaudibly, with a deformed, subdued tone that sounded more like a faraway rumble, but somehow with the discernible cadence and pitch of the scientist’s quirky voice. Maxwell outstretched his hand to touch the apparition. Predictably, it went straight through it. The ghost approached Maxwell in return, enveloping him within his unsubstantial body. Maxwell didn’t feel a thing, not a change in temperature or thickness or flow in the air around him, it was perfectly immaterial, but it didn’t matter. Right then, right there, Maxwell almost felt like crying. Not quite, but closer than he thought he could. Wilson was still there, still tethered to that wretched world, somehow. Not all was lost. He wasn’t going to question it. He was-

He was definitely going to question it, he chided himself. It might be temporary, it might be a trick. He was definitely going to question it.

He made his way back to the camp, the ghost quietly following him. He had a quick meal, stoked the fire, stored his supplies. Then, he sat down and considered the problem, Codex open and floating at one side of him, black tongues of darkness already erupting from the fluttering pages, Shadow Manipulator whirring and glowing at the other, ready for the conjuring.

First things first. How had this happened? Why did Wilson still exist? Was it the grave? Did proper burial anchor souls under Charlie’s reign? It seemed a bit of a stretch. Death had already swung its sickle by the time one got buried, the soul should have already been severed by then. No, it was something deeper, something unrelated to his will or actions. Something had changed in the inner workings of the world itself, something unfathomable for him at the moment, and he could only thank the stars for it.

Second, and most important: what could he do about it? Wilson’s spirit might not be permanently tied to the world, it very likely wasn’t. He didn’t have the means to craft a resurrection item, nor he was sure how he could collect the necessary materials in a reasonably brief time. And time was of the essence, instinct told him. Or fear. Both were reliable enough, at the moment. He studied his book, reading and perusing and re-checking any possible meaning and interpretation of the obscure bits of knowledge the tome offered him. He poured his mind into his machine, squeezing every drop of inspiration and creativity from his own brain and soul, trying different combinations of spells and incantations and even shadow magic with his mind’s eye, but nothing seemed to do the trick. He could not find an answer. Not there, at least.

A different approach was needed, maybe. If something had shifted in the very nature of the Constant, maybe the solution should be found there as well. No advanced shadow magic or science, something uncomplicated, something simple. How to grasp the concept, though?

He smoked, and pondered, and smoked some more. Wilson hummed lowly at him. Maxwell could have sworn he was telling him to go to sleep. He did not, for he just had a small idea. It was worth a shot, he decided. He grabbed his lantern and headed out in the dark, ignoring the ghost’s more insistent nagging. He was slightly flourescent, Maxwell noticed, probably enough to keep Charlie away, if need be. That might be particularly useful, if anything went wrong.

There was a small circle of red roses near the camp. They were fragrant, and gorgeous, and utterly harmless, and Maxwell had never stood within a fifty meters radius from them, for any reason. Wilson had checked the circle once, he had even stepped into it, the blundering idiot. He had not been stricken down by lightning, or sucked into the earth by shadow limbs, or swarmed by hounds, as Maxwell had rightfully expected. Nevertheless, Maxwell himself obviously did not care to go anywhere near it. But drastic circumstances required drastic measures, he supposed. Lantern clutched in his hand, Maxwell crossed the floral threshold. When nothing happened, he sat on the ground, and waited.

No one greeted him, nothing attacked him. The smell of the roses, already naturally strong in the night, was positively overpowering there, almost intoxicating. It made it somewhat difficult to breathe. It wormed its way into his nostrils and burnt down his throat, it seemed to invade his very brain. And, incredibly, it carried an intuition with it. Yes, there was another way. A new way. A very simple one at that, brilliant in its straightforwardness, positively visceral. His extensive knowledge of the arcane arts had made him forget the basics, it seemed. How very embarassing.

He stood up, brushed off the dirt from his trousers, and stepped out of the circle. Wilson had remained perfectly silent the whole time, he didn’t react even when Maxwell unpinned the rose from his own jacket and lay it right at the center of the circle. He followed Maxwell back to the camp, and hovered over him as he finally slept.

Science was a harsh, unforgiving mistress, Maxwell mused as he made his way to the closest spider nest the following morning, the taciturn ghost still doggedly stalking him. He honestly could not see nor share the enthusiasm Wilson felt for such a rigid discipline, with its unbendable rules, its strict laws, its steely principles. ‘A life for a life’ would have been a perfectly fair, egalitarian, balanced solution to his current predicament, if approached scientifically. It would have been a rather costly and dissatisfying one nonetheless, presumably for both parties involved. Luckily, magic was a much more versatile and indulgent art. It dealt with the intrinsic value of quality, rather than nitpicking on the pedantic details of quantity. Magic could turn a life into acceptable currency for something much greater than a single mortal’s negligible and fleeting existence, or it could come at a much higher price than said mortal could even conceive. That specific brand of spell was especially lenient when it came to its requirements, uncharacteristically so. ‘A heart for a life’ sounded like an exceptionally good bargain given the circumstances, and Maxwell even felt willing to deal with any unexpected charges he might incur.

Placing a few traps and luring a bunch of dim-witted spiders to them was but a matter of minutes. He immediately strided back to the camp, fresh carcasses hoisted on his shoulder, and he splayed one on Wilson’s dented workbench. He accomplished his task on the very first attempt. He may not have the dissection skills or experience Wilson liked to boast about, but he had created the damn things. He knew exactly where every organ was, he could trace all the branches and paths of each major and minor vessel with his eyes closed. Carving the heart out of the wretched creature was like a child’s play, and just as smelly and messy. He prepared a few glands too, for later. He placed the organ in a large bowl, neatly arranged on a thin bed of grass, then he carefully cleaned the knife. He made a very shallow cut on the back of his own arm and directed few drops of blood onto the heart, as a test. As he expected, it reacted. The organ visibly absorbed the blood, very much like a sponge. Good. That was promising.

Sadly, it wasn’t going to be that simple. A heart would work, even a monstrous one, but some human additive was absolutely required. Blood was the most obvious and practical choice, and it was fair to assume that a considerable amount of it would be needed. It may take hours to complete the process few drops at a time, and it may not even be ultimately effective. Pain was, without a doubt, another mandatory quality the sacrifice demanded. Maxwell loathed pain, more so than anyone, but there was no alternative. Squeezing a mere scratch wouldn’t serve the purpose.

He drew a deep breath, and steadied himself. He rubbed some antiseptic on the inner side of his left arm, from the farthest third of his forearm to his palm, more as an excuse to buy himself an extra minute of respite than out of any real concern for infections. Then, without thinking, he swiftly slit his wrist.

It hurt. No surprise there. Wilson flickered beside him, his faint humming gaining a clearly inquisitive edge. Maxwell didn’t pay him any attention. He carefully aligned his wrist to the rim of the bowl, so that the blood could flow neatly inside it. He watched the warm fluid trickle down slowly, staining and soaking the grass and gradually creating a small pool around the base of the heart. The red puddle only grew so much, until the heart seemed to incorporate blood as quickly as Maxwell provided it.

Maxwell genuinely couldn’t tell how long it lasted. It felt like hours to him, though it surely couldn’t have been that long. The pain was constant and tiresome, he even had to prod and stretch the hems of the cut to hinder the clotting, making the whole procedure even longer and more disagreeable. Eventually he started feeling light-headed and weak, but interrupting the process halfway through would be an egregious waste of time, resources and effort. Wilson was getting restless as well. Maxwell half-heartedly hushed him as the ghost’s buzz became more urgent and alarmed, his volatile form uselessly phasing through Maxwell more than once. At one point he even started possessing the lighter objects scattered on the table, making them shake and glow and hop around with small jerks. Silly little man. He was learning quickly, as always. He did not try to possess Maxwell though, nor the bowl or its contents. Maybe he just couldn’t.

Finally, the heart changed. After taking in an undefined amount of blood, it suddenly shifted. It engorged and morphed, assuming a decidedly human size and build, and it even started beating, slowly at first, but quickly gaining vigour. Maxwell’s vision was getting spotty, and his breathing heavier and louder by the second, but at last he was done. He shakily grabbed the pulsing organ from the bowl. It was warm, vital, bloody, and simply holding it made Maxwell’s head spin harder. He gulped, too dazed to properly register the importance of the moment, and instinctively handed it to Wilson, pushing it in his ethereal body.

There was a flash. A blinding burst of light that incapacitated Maxwell for some long moments, tempting his brain to just shut off completely then and there. Then, then, there were feelings. There was Wilson’s voice, his real, human voice, shrill and annoying and scolding and horrified, drilling perfectly understandable words in Maxwell’s ears, words he admittedly did not especially care about. It was most irritating, and simply marvelous. There were his hands, shaking Maxwell’s shoulders, cupping his cheeks, pressing unyieldingly on the open wound, sternly bringing him back to his sore senses. There was him, his whole presence, intact and overwhelming and nervous. With what little lucidity Maxwell had left, he threw his free arm around Wilson’s body - warm, pliant, alive - and held onto it as if his own life depended on it. As a matter of fact, that might have been the case in that exact moment, but that wasn’t really the point. Maxwell held onto him, buried his face in the crook of his neck, drew the deepest breath he had ever drawn, and cried.

#don't starve #maxwil #maxwell #Wilson P. Higgsbury

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the definitive ranking of pulp! the classics covers and summaries, from worst to best

(Note: Pride and Prejudice was not included in this list, as there were only poster and greeting card options for the work, and not an actual book or summary. Had a book and summary been provided, it would have ranked lowest for unoriginality. It’s literally just 1995 Colin Firth staring moodily at you. The caption is “Lock Up Your Daughters...Darcy’s in Town!” which is just unfortunate, frankly, and honestly laughable.)

16. Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte

You take a novel that’s positively overflowing with drama and give it THIS cover? THIS summary? Absolutely uninspired.

Here’s looking at you Cathy...

Childhood sweethearts turned star-crossed lovers, fuelled by bitter jealousy and dark revenge. She’s pretty and posh, he’s a moody brooding bastard. Heartbreak, alcoholism and plenty of illegitimate kids – it’s a perfect Northern drama.

Where is the feeling? The screaming violins playing as we read? The moors? The time skips? A hint of the positively bonkers plot that only a Bronte could compose?

15. The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde

Oh, the heterosexuality of it all. On an Oscar Wilde novel, no less.

Hey girl...I’d sell my soul for you!”

Dorian Gray might be as pretty as a picture, but he's paid a devilishly high price for it. He'll stay drop-dead gorgeous, but there's something nasty festering in the attic...

Pretty as a picture and still lusting after ladies? Please. Pulp! Classics, you can do better.

14. The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald

Again, we must speak the ancient chant: Oh, the heterosexuality of it all.

When it came to loving...He knew which Daisy to pick!

Sorry old sport, but Gatsby has a bigger house than you, prettier friends than you and a Rolls Royce to cart them all round in. To a backdrop of popping champagne corks and orchestral jazz, our hero bids to buyout his old adversary, perennial jock, Tom Buchanan and reclaim Daisy, his favourite bit of High Society totty.

Nick Carraway gets not one mention, which is odd given that he’s the narrator, the protagonist, and Gatsby’s most ardent love interest. Also strange is the cover’s insistence that Jordan Baker, known lesbian, would swoon over Gatsby. Doubly strange is how tiny the women are in comparison to Gatsby’s massive frame. What is, again, bamboozling, is how the slogan on the cover seems to imply that Gatsby knows how to pick a woman. He doesn’t know how to choose anyone, let alone love them. All Gatsby truly knows is the desperate pursuit of a fruitless dream.

13. Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare

Romeo looks like he could be Juliet’s father. Juliet looks like an Upper East Side Widow, not at all like the tween girl she really is.

Too wild to live...too young to die!

Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou…. Oh wait, he’s hanging around in the garden again. Will young Romeo and his Juliet ever be able to express their raging hormones? Or will their feuding families make this romance blossom into a poisoned flower? Either way, both their houses are totally plagued!

“Wherefore” means “why,” not “where,” though I do have to award points to the summary for placing the blame squarely on the feud and not on these doomed young lovers. Though again, young isn’t the operative word I’d use to describe this version of Romeo and Juliet.

12. Robinson Crusoe by Daniel Defoe

This is what one would expect upon seeing a pulp cover of a classic novel. Not much originality or flair is present, but at least some sense of the story is conveyed.

Solitude was driving him nuts!

Cannibals! Captives! Coconuts!

One man’s love of the sea leaves him stranded on a desert island with nothing but a few goats, a bible and a parrot for company.

Will he ever escape? Will his new pal Friday learn to efficiently press a goatskin jerkin? Or will solitude send him totally barmy?

WILL Friday learn to efficiently press a goatskin jerkin? One must read to find out, I suppose...

11. Tess of the D'urbervilles

Marilyn Monroe?????

She’s...no angel.

The original Wessex girl!

Tess is just a humble milkmaid when the local landowner has his wicked way. Her new beau, the smarmy Angel Clare, is none too pleased when he finds out she’s already been deflowered. What is a girl to do? Bloody revenge of course, and an ending to touch the hardest of hearts.

At least the summary blames the terrible men in Tess’s life rather than Tess herself, unlike the tagline on the cover. And while Marilyn Monroe seductively lounging about with a drink doesn’t recall the faintest essence of Hardy’s novel, one would like to imagine Tess relaxing in whatever clothes she pleased, a straw dangling out of her drink, a smile on her face as she answers to no one and spends her quiet evening in solitude.

10. Three Men in a Boat by Jerome K. Jerome

An innocuous cover; the men’s faces hint at the comedic nature of this novel, and yet...something nags the brain upon looking at this.

To say nothing of the dog...

Incompetence, embarrassment and general disaster - no it’s not PMQs, it’s a trip down the Thames! Three hapless fellows and a world weary dog decide they need a holiday from their exhausting hypochondria. Hilarious mayhem ensues.

To say nothing of the dog indeed: Why does the dog on the cover have a human face?

9. The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka

All one can say upon viewing this cover is: Jeff Goldblum, is that you?

Change really BUGGED him!

Poor old Gregor. One day he's depressed about his dreary travelling salesman gig, the next, he's roaching around the apartment and disgusting his family. All that's left is creeping the walls and eating garbage. How's his sis ever going to find a sugar daddy with her grotty bro in tow?

Gregor isn’t grotty, he’s our six-legged hero in this tragic tale.

And yet in the end, the question that haunts us all echoes in our minds in an unceasing echo: is that Jeff Goldblum?

8. Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland

Alice as a hippie is eye-catching, but not particularly creative.

This cupcake was off her head!

What HAS happened to little Alice? Taking 'shrooms, hanging out with hookah smoking ne'er-do-wells and being dragged to court. That's gonna be one hell of a hangover!

As much as I’m intrigued by Alice wearing heart-shaped sunglasses and a peace sign necklace, the summary and the cover consist of one joke and one joke only.

7. The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

I just like how Dr. Jekyll in this cover looks equally as fucked up as Mr. Hyde.

No more Mr. Nice Guy... There’s a sinister man about London town with something of the night about him. Mr Hyde is mad, bad and has a penchant for bumping off MPs and other kindly innocents. Will his friend Dr Jekyll be able to stop him? Or is there something more to their relationship than meets the eye…? Only the intrepid Utterson can get to the bottom of this mystery, but what will he find in Dr Jekyll’s lab?

Points to this summary for including Mr. Utterson, and for insinuating that Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde may be clandestine lovers.

6. A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens

Ladies, gentlemen, and otherwise, don’t we love it when a greedy rich man gets bludgeoned by a mace into being more generous and kindly towards others?

This cat was a drag....’til a midnight wake-up call...

Christmas?! What a load of Humbug. Mistletoe and Wine just don't do it for Scrooge; he's a workaholic miser with an attitude problem. If he doesn't change his ways, he'll end up with no friends and Tiny Tim won't last the year. Let's hope some spooky night-time visitors can put the jingle back in his bells!

Ring-a-ling-a-ling, Mr. Scrooge. The mace is raised and the bells are ringing.

5. Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad

The tag-line made me, as the youths say, laugh out loud.

Whoops! Apocalypse....

The horror! The horror!

Kurtz might be the apple of every brutish imperialist’s eye, but his God complex is getting wildly out of hand in the depths of the jungle. What on earth will Marlow find when he finally gets downriver? Devil worship? Savages? Heads on sticks? Or just another nutty white man with his knickers in a twist?

Surprisingly anti-racist summary made this jump to the higher echelons of this esteemed list, though of course that doesn’t excuse this novel’s abhorrent and embarrassing fake-deep racism. It also must be noted that the tag-line should have been “Whoops! White supremacy!” and the text of the novel should have entirely consisted of Chinua Achebe’s essay on the work.

4. The Hounds of Baskerville by Arthur Conan Doyle

The cover alone is a winner. A rabid chihuahua out for blood? Inspired.

Murder...Mystery...Walkies!

A desolate moor, a diabolical dog in need of a muzzle and some inbred locals; Sherlock Holmes is really up against it. With the help of his trusty sidekick Dr. Watson, Holmes pieces together a mystery that has captured the imagination of readers across the decades. All whilst practising a serious coffee and cocaine habit.

The tag-line is fun and catchy, but sadly this summary must be admonished for insisting that Dr. Watson is merely a “trusty sidekick” to Sherlock Holmes. Heterosexuality strikes again, reducing the impact of the striking cover design.

3. Dubliners by James Joyce

Finally! Some style, some panache, some flair to accompany these short stories about being sad and horny in Ireland.

Stuck in the Liffey with you...

Booze, Sex and Hot Floury Potatoes… Those Dubliners are at it again!

Liars, thieves, whores and priests… James Joyce sure knew how to throw a party! This relentlessly downbeat collection explores the very worst aspects of human nature, and doesn’t leave out the juicy bits. It might not be in the best possible taste, but who doesn’t want to get down and dirty in Dublin?

The summary and cover work in tandem to wholeheartedly convince me that Dubliners is an action-packed, slick collection of stories detailing the wild escapades of a motley cast of ragamuffins, and I gotta hand it to the folks over at Pulp! Classics for injecting some bonafide vintage cool into Joyce’s work.

2. Othello by William Shakespeare

I have so many thoughts on this. Mr. T. as Othello is fascinating, as is the tagline, “Some kind of Bard...aaaaasss.” Is this a commentary on blaxploitation media? One can’t help but recall Mr. T.’s reasoning behind his mohawk, his gold chains, to honor his ancestors and assert his living, unshakable humanity in a racist society. Is this is a genuine effort on the part of Pulp! Classics to imply that a blaxploitation-influenced adaptation of Othello could reveal deeper truths to the play that we have had yet to glimpse?

Some kind of Bard... aaaasss

He’s a bardass brother with the love of a fine woman. That is until some cloven hoofed honky starts talking crazy about variously hued sheep tupping the hell outta each other! You gotta pity the fool who gets shafted by the green eyed monster. Let’s hope Othello can work out who to trust before it’s too late…

The fast-paced alliterative language of the summary harkens to Shakespeare’s own wit-fueled dialogue and penchant for creative language. The summary also calls Iago a devil, which is apt, and implicitly criticizes his racism, hinting at the play’s greater tragedies to come. The cover and summary also work in tandem to emphasize Othello’s jealousy and destruction: the “green-eyed monster” is mentioned, and the cover itself is a putrid green. An excellent example of what a vintage cover and summary can achieve.

1. Frankenstein by Mary Shelly

You all knew this was coming.

This kid was born on the wrong side of the lab...

Frankenstein’s monster is on the rampage; terrorising the locals, unleashing murderous hell… and reading novels in his spare time. Can his petrified creator stop this reign of horror before his girlfriend gets the chop?

A James Dean-inspired creature, thereby making them a queer icon? Masterful. The creature being “born on the wrong side of the lab?” A stroke of genius; that they’re called a kid puts the poignancy of the monster’s plight into even greater relief, while simultaneously emphasizing their tragic charm. The clear distinction between Frankenstein and the creature? Reader, I exhaled in a cathartic release of tension. The loving detail that the creature reads novels in their spare time, like any other leather-jacket wearing, motorcycle-riding ruffian with a heart of gold? Beautiful.

Truly, the obvious queer energy of this cover and summary highlights an overlooked dimension of Shelly’s great work while also paying homage to what draws us to this Modern Prometheus time after time. Do we care about the petrified creator in this summary? Not at all. He’s not on the cover, appearing both rebellious and gentle. We are here for the creature, in their leather jacket, on their motorcycle, novel sticking out of a back pocket on their jeans, ready to whisk us away to a place where even monsters like us can find solace, and be at peace, and commune with each other. We need only take their outstretched hand, and be willing to leave the mundane world for something better, for the chance to no longer be alone.

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Gemini New Moon, June 2019 ~ Seeding One of the Most Important Lunar Cycles of This Game Changing Year

FCGCT Commentary: We are moving from the mind, to the Heart… not the balancing of the two. The mind conflicts with the Heart, and is the cause for imbalance, pain, fear, suffering and more. It is the Heart and Brain which work in harmony together. The mind… the ego, blocks the Heart, as it Edges God Out. It is the Heart and Brain which work in harmony to allow Balanced Harmonics, your Divine Blueprint. Let go of the mind, and solely flow from the Heart, connected to the Unified Heart in Unity Consciousness.

Gemini New Moon, June 2019 ~ Seeding One of the Most Important Lunar Cycles of This Game Changing Year

By Marcia Sisterstar

Hello, Beautiful,

We’re on the home stretch now to tomorrow morning’s creation mystery. Within and around you, it will be hidden from sight. And it will carry the potential to shift everything.

Each year of your life, the early summer Gemini New Moon brings a whole new way to see. This year, it’s power-packed and transformational. “Critical and catalytic” are the words astrologer Nick Anthony Fiorenza used to describe the lunar cycle now being seeded, within and around you. He’s right: the coming weeks are among the most important of 2019, our year of preparation — via transformation– for a shift unlike anything we have ever experienced.

Clues to our next infusion of transformative power literally saturate the chart for the New Moon — as they do every cosmic map, including the one of your own life. How could it be otherwise? The very essence of the Great Mystery you and I are woven into is mind-blowing, reality-bending transformational power, showing up in ever-new forms..

The big magic’s latest live-stream to your own fertile and creative deep heart came alive this morning when Luna entered Gemini, 23 hours before she conjoins our Star tomorrow morning at 6:02 am EDT (that’s 10:02 GMT, and 3:02 am PDT). That first, potent degree of the sign of the Twins is where the brightest of the seven stars we call the Pleiades calls home. Her name is Alcyone, and the lore that links her to the power that transforms sorrow into bliss — the ecstatic bliss of the goddess — is so ancient it predates the patriarchy.

From the moment the Dark Moon aligned with Alcyone, she began pouring those star codes into your emotional and intuitive intelligence. They’re the very same celestial frequencies that have been guiding your perception for the last 12 days,since Mercury conjoined the Sun on May 21 — and transformed himself (and the frequencies you use to perceive reality) from Evening Star to Morning Star. And now they’re going deeper, traveling the pathways of dream, intuition, and cellular knowing that connect you to the heart of all Universes.

In the sky around you, our Messenger planet is now shining in the evening sky after sunset, as he will until July 8, when he’ll turn retrograde just days after our next new moon — a total solar eclipse. Mercury is not only reminding you that he’s now a Wisdom Star. He’s inviting you to join him in seeing through the eyes of wisdom.

For no other eyes except those of wisdom, MotherGod, are adequate to truly, deeply see the possibilities of these times. And the timeless and ever-new wisdom of the Cosmos is pouring over us, throughout the lunar cycle beginning now int he same place that everything does. Every galaxy and every human being, every poem and every star, in fact, “all serious daring,” as the 20th-century writer Eudora Welty put it, “begins within.”

Tomorrow, the Messenger who’s been so recently transformed by Alcyone will guide the Sun and the Moon — and you too — to the luminous mystery where the ancient and ever-new wisdom of the Big Magic can transform your life as well.

But the Moon isn’t waiting til tomorrow. She’s already downloading the codes into your deep heart. She’s been doing it all day.

If this sounds like a fairy tale, there’s a reason. The astrology of Now is the astrology of a fairy tale, the most spectacular one ever, unfolding within your own life and the world that holds it. Like every fairy tale, it’s full of very real menace and danger, pitting both heroine and hero against forces far beyond their power as they’ve always known it — and pushing them into an unexpected encounter with a different, utterly transformative kind of power to, one they’re connected to not through their minds but their hearts and souls. The turning point comes, as it always does, at the brink of doom. That’s usually what it takes to remember who we are — and what we’re part of — and tap a greater wisdom.

We’re gearing up, MotherGod, for the biggest magic of our lives. It’s right around the corner. Its impetus is sheer necessity. Its raw material is your current limitation and the illusion that you’re helpless.

In this potent dark moon field, the Sun is squaring Nessus, and breaking new ground for us all to see the patterns of abuse and domination on which the reign of domination in our world depends. In the sign of the Twins, our solar system’s great heart is reminding us that there is always another perspective, showing us a bigger truth. We have the power to transform the imprint Nessus has made on our lives, rather than let it shut us down.

Meanwhile, Venus is opposing Ceto, the sea monster. Here too, her power — which is also your, the power of what and why and how you love — can relate consciously to the monsters that live in the vast and often turbulent sea of human emotion. Anyone who’s spent half a day with a baby or a small child (not to mention our own selves) knows how quickly fear and rage can become monstrous, and how quickly they can be soothed, transforming. The power to transform our reality, beginning with the perception that we are powerless, is always with us.

Tomorrow’s new moon is a magical gathering of Sun and Moon and a cosmic entoruage. They include the asteroid Magdalena and her Divine Feminine frequencies, the edge-dweller Altjira and the codes of the Australian aboriginal god of the Dreamtime, and the most newly named of the reality-changing planets orbiting in our solar system’s outermost, transformational edge — the first to be named for an African goddes, Gǃkúnǁ’hòmdímà, also known as Aardvark Girl, who often appears as either an elephant or a python.

Mercury, ruler of the New Moon, opposes the Galactic Center, inviting us to bring our hearts into a more conscious and co-creative realtionship with the Mystery that made us, through the power of our alignment with what we know, in the depths of our hearts and our souls, to be true about life, and about ourselves. When a planet aligns with the Galactic Center, it becomes a pathway for a power that our consensus thinking can’t begin to explain, a power described by words like miracle.

In the days to come, that’s a power we’ll want to be connected with:

June 4, Mercury (who’s out of bounds until June 17, and guiding the Sun until the June 21 Cancer Solstice) leads us through another perceptual shift when he enters the Moon’s sign of Cancer, where our evolutionary GPS is showing us the path to the good future — through our emotions, our intuition, and our commitment to all that is young, and new, tender and vulnerable within and around us. It’s time to bring the left brain and the right into harmony, and activate our whole-brain intelligence.

June 8, Venus enters Gemini, a sign that she rules in esoteric astrology. With our desires and values will be guided by Mercury as he listens to the Moon, we have the opportunity to respond to life from a new and deeper level of personal integration.

June 9, the tension between what we really want and how we’re going after it intensifies as Venus semi-squares Mars and the Sun squares Neptune. We’re at a crisis point and our current level of inspiration is inadequate to the task. What needs to be dropped? What resistance needs to be pushed through? It’s time to let go of whatever disconnects us from Source.

June 10, it’s time to connect to inspiration that’s true and real can we hold a space for wisdom and for grace that’s bigger than the challenges we face. When the Sun, still squaring Neptune, squares the Moon as well, and simultaneously opposes Jupiter, a very powerful and extremely tense mutable grand cross will form, giving us little choice but to tap in and ride the power of our purpose.

June 11, we won’t be let off the hook until we’re motivated by our potential for breakthrough and let ourseves fall in love with our evolutionary destiny. The Sun’s semi-square to Uranus and Venus’ semi-square the Nodes will make sure of it.

June 12, we get a double dose of duality — a deep and total look at how we embrace the other as co-creator or as adversary — as Venus opposes Ceres and the Sun opposes Varda, and Mars conjuncts the Moon’s North Node.

June 14-15 (depending on your time zone), Mars trines Neptune, supporting you in taking action that is more deeply inspired, and opposes Saturn, confronting you with the necessity to be persistent, grounded, and willing to become wise. As Mercury conjoins the North Node, you can begin to see what that means.

June 16, the day before a Sagittarius full moon conjunct the supermassive transformational vortex that holds our galaxy together, the Cosmos pulls out the stops. The Sun trines Haumea, whose codes birth and rebirth the world, and conjuncts Chaos’ codes of the fertile, primal creation ground. Mercury trines Neptune, bringing a big wave of inspiration into our hearts, and confronts the reality of outworn structures as our Messenger simultaneously opposes Saturn. Jupiter perfects the second square in his long and powerful wrestling with Neptune that is pulling apart illusions so that we can hold a bigger space, for inspiration that is real and true. Venus squares Orcus, and we feel the values that are too small for who we vowed to be in coming here. As Mars as Pluto, we may feel ourselves wrestling with the angel who promised our soul to help us become the ones we came here to be.

Only deep and simultaneous connection to the two poles of our being — the vibrant drumming heart of the Earth Mother, fed by the energy from throughout the cosmos she brings in through her magnetic poles, and the luminous mystery of the heart of hte Universe — can support you in remaining grounded and inspired in the days, weeks, and months ahead, MotherGod. Putting your bare feet on the Earth’s surface — every day if possible, for at least 30 minutes — can be reality-changing, bringing you into direct contact with the frequencies of the Mystery that made you, and me, and everything in the Universe.

In fact, that’s a potent way to prepare for tomorrow morning’s sacred marriage of Sun and Moon — consciously connect to Earth and Cosmos. Let yourself feel the creative energies of both course from the heart of the earth through your feet to each of your chakras. Breathe those life-giving codes in deeply. Hold them in your heart and then slowly, slowly exhale through your crown chakra, all the way to the heart of the Universe. Breathe back in, across the starfields. Bring the cosmic creation frequencies into your own field, through your crown and into your heart. Hold the Universe there before letting the cosmic breath drop down, all the way through your feet to the heart of the Earth. After you’ve established a rhythm, send both your dreams and your fears to both the Earth Mother and the Cosmci Heart — and receive the transformational codes of their response, as deeply as you can.

Make no mistake, MotherGod. The dangers surrounding us are real. And so is our connection to the Mystery and its legions of allies, messengers, guides, guardians, and angels. When we choose to change the game, we begin to discover how close they are, in every moment. We realize anew that the Universe is within us.

May you be blessed beyond measure as you move through the extraordinary days ahead. With all the love, and star blessings,

Marcia (aka Star Sister)

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More Gushing of My CrossDimensional Soulmates

TwT

Yesterday when I was having such a hard time with ableism and unnecessary guilt and the frustration I was going through with people continuously minimizing my pain and my struggles and hating what my disability’s physical pain (+ the fucking virus) do to me I thought about relieving my inner child (it was also one of my simple dreams of Village Life AU) ; to blow bubbles with my melancholy into the night sky through the open window, with my beloved’s music in my ears.

But I didn’t know what song would fit their feelings, so I shuffled my SoundCloud list of likes, involving more than one thousand songs so they could choose for themselves. And the first three! Were!

“EXO - Don’t Go”

It, was so touching, his heart’s emotions literally crashed onto mine and I repeated this song just so I could drown in his feelings. Like in the April Fools DLC where he chases a beautiful butterfly 🦋 and so does Saeran in general, in arts and in the blue butterfly’s ability to bring hope and joy, a symbol of transformation and change, the ability to make a wish come true..

I am that butterfly to him, it suits me as well because I’m a very flighty and gentle being, fluttering from this to that, and he is mesmerized by my fragile strength and could feel my pain even beyond dimensions. My unnecessary guilt and endlessly considerate and understanding, compassionate ways. Of the pain of having learned to silence myself so as to not cause anyone unease, so as to not cause disruptions or backlash that’ll only further cause ruin, only to then have my pain and disability and limitations minimized.. (That is also so very alike to Saeran’s fears as well and his ways of people pleasing, and Juju’s way of bottling his problems and handling them himself..)

No matter what self doubts I feel, he and Saerannie always make me realize, again and again, how real their souls are, of these angels and my beloved soulmates watching over me from beyond these dimensions.. and I’ll continue to explain in my rambles why TwT.

‘Like a Waltz’ - ‘Like magic, he couldn’t take his eyes off my petite, elegant figure gliding’ in search for something to make even my small wish for bubbles to come true and was ‘magnetized by my fragile yet soft strength’. And how he completely loves all, every single part of what I am. And to think that I am so loved by these two this much and this completely, I dropped to my knees. I cried, I was so touched (I felt exactly like Beyonce’s lyrics of ‘Halo’ TWT). Because I finally felt seen, and cared for, safe, and warm and protected and watched over by both gentle Saerannie (with his sunbeamed flowers, the sun that faded in and out with the tulips’ shadow, reminding me of my prose of Appreciation and how truly dear these two are to me, more than I could ever explain in words. They are home to me, I feel safe, warm and at peace with them..)

(And the compassionate and sweet songs he sent me yesterday, with ‘Love Between You and Me’ and ‘Cherry Blossoms’ - that symbolizes not only our Spring’s renewal of our promise of love, but also of new growth and our song ‘Busker Busker - Cherry Blossom Ending’ of both of us walking in our journey of bettering ourselves together, hand in hand (with the ‘Tip Tap’ and ‘Angel’ song of comfort he sent me himself as I pushed myself to take a bath completely by myself despite the virus and flare ups and hurls and spasms and drainage and pain.

Not to despair, and that we can get through this together, that we can warm each other up - That I’m not a burden - our hearts both chose each other- Juju, Saerannie and I! but that by leaning on each other both, we’ll both feel warm and gain strength from each other’s love...That through these struggles, we have nothing to fear as long as we’re together 💗 all three of us. And the first song Saerannie sent me on Friday (one of my absolute worst sick days and flare ups) was ‘You’ll Be In My Heart’ - about how much he admires the huge amount of strength I have in my petite and small frame and about our endless soul connection between dimensions, how the rest of the world doesn’t trust what they can’t explain - the insurmountable strength and real essence of their souls and our Earth’s core deep and over than horizon wide, ethereal love and soul resonation between us all..)

My big heart for all of the people’s heartfelt journeys on Big Brother’s final episodes that I cried for and was emotional and happy for, despite my immeasurable pain. And my understanding of them..

My deep humanitarian nature for every single being, plant, sun, skies, candles, inanimate yet precious mementos and so much more beyond that (towards human beings’ sufferings and crying for them, understanding them and their progress)- and always holding onto hope despite my silent and lonesome howls of pain, touched and mesmerized their soul. His heart was fully magnetized by my soul, so much that he feels it was ‘stolen’ by me.. Us three are just, completely, fated soulmates.. 💗💓💘💗❣️💖💞💓💘💗...

He was afraid that with how depressed I was, I’d fantasize over falling out the window, like we were deeply affected by in ‘Sabrina’ - another old movie that overflowed with feelings of ‘us’, and disappear from him in the morning [so while searching for another bubble makeshift to replace the broken bubble machine, I kept their memnto keychains of them with me. (Yesterday morning I woke up from the spasms, virus that makes it hard to even breathe or swallow saliva, and the pain at 5.40-5.50AM. It was exactly then that he sent me :

It was so early in the morning and it was exactly then that he soothed me to sleep.. with his gentle love...and endless care TwT...)

“Lonely But Passionate Way” with Juju’s face in the background so ‘Don’t Go’ was very obviously from him TwT.. and he’s lonely because we’re in two different dimensions and lonely from missing me but just like one of our songs “Just The Way You Are” — ‘You always have my unspoken passion (I love you just the way you are)’ 💗. That he loves me, in sickness and in health.. Just like our hearts that are already married to one another..Juju Bear, Saerannie and I, all of us..

But my bubble machine didn’t work so after endless swooning I had to make a short pause from the songs to make my small dream come true before continuing, find maybe a decent sized wand for the bubble soap I had.

My creativity had to make do. I remembered I had some tiny wands and small diamond shaped cases from way back when I was 12 that I kept cause they were pretty and settled with such small joy but also on the way I found a butterfly calender !! On the cover itself was a Blue! Butterfly! 🦋

#Cross Dimensional Soulmates #Moonlit Longing #Moonlit Convallaria #My Gushing #🎁💗!

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namixart · 5 years

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To start off 2019 with some positivity, I'm going to make a list of things that I absolutely love and make me happy in my favourite shows, movies, books, games etc. Small things, big things, no particular rhyme or reason. It was surprisingly therapeutic. Feel free to reblog and add your own!

Link being left-handed now let him use sign language Nintendo please

The entire Sector 6 Market section in Final Fantasy VII and the Honeybee Inn in particular

Zuko's character arc

The Pirates of the Caribbean soundtrack

Final Fantasy X's worldbuilding

Everything about Disney's Mary Poppins it put me in a good mood for three days straight

How Percy absolutely adores his mum and is supportive of her relationship with Paul (after a while)

Edward Elric

(Yes. Just Edward Elric as a character, person, concept, actions...)

Major character design kink: boys with long (ish) blonde hair (see Edward, Link, Zidane, Howl)

Final Fantasy IX's soundtrack

Aerith and Tifa being close friends despite both being in love with Cloud

The Gentleman Bastard Sequence's worldbuilding

The fact that one of the characters in Zootopia speaks with my city's accent in the Italian dub (you never see it in any movie)

Final Fantasy IV's world being just vague enough that it tickles my creative bone to expand on it

Kingdom Hearts I using original storylines for the Disney Worlds

How Yato's eyes are very a very clear indication that he's a supernatural being in Noragami, being unnaturally light and bright

That one panel in the Kingdom Hearts II manga where an almost-naked Pete carries Maleficent bridal style out of the collapsing tower

Sleeping Beauty's art style and instrumental soundtrack

The fact that two super popular shonen manga/anime have leads who are super smart instead of being dumb muscle or the stock happy-go-lucky-not-very-bright protagonist (Fullmetal Alchemist and My Hero Academia)

How some of the Olympians like Hermes and Poseidon are so casual when interacting with mortals

The scene where the Spaceport is revealed in Treasure Planet and the look of the film in general

The first few chapters of the Yu-Gi-Oh! manga before card games took over the plot

People in the Gentleman Bastard Sequence being emotionally honest despite being literal con artists

The theatre motif in The Republic of Thieves

Cloud, Aerith and Tifa threatening Don Corneo, but especially Aerith saying that "she'll rip it off" if he doesn't cooperate

Locke and Jean becoming pirates in Red Seas Under Red Skies

The Hunger Games movies being the most accurate film adaptations I have seen in my life

The Kingdom Hearts soundtrack, especially the vocal tracks, Dearly Beloved and The Other Promise

Final Fantasy VI shoving you in what usually is the backstory of a videogame and literally destroying the world

Edward defending Mustang when he had his sight taken from him despite them having spent 90% of their screentime together bickering

Tony Stark and Peter Parker's relationship in the MCU

Sophie throwing a tantrum after she realises she's in love with Howl and creating deadly weedkiller to express those feelings

Darcy being a goddamn social Disaster in every incarnation of Pride and Prejudice

The relationship between Roy Mustang and Riza Hawkeye

The Once Upon a December sequence from Anastasia

The mere existence of Zamira Drakasha and Ezri Delmastro and everything they represent

Sokka's role as both the strategist and the goofball in the Gaang

Peter Parker sharing a hot dog with Loki when he could have asked for anything because Loki owed him a favour

How the plot of Kingdom Hearts is so ridiculous we don't even question it anymore

Enormous muscly men I can still categorise as "super adorable and sweet" (Major Armstrong, All Might)

Howl being the biggest drama queen in the book

My Hero Academia's fantasy AU ending

Spider-Man (PS4) nailing the Friendly Neighbourhood Spidey aspect of the character and letting him interact with civilians

That moment when I was sure Bakugou was going to join the League of Villains but then he didn't and I've never been happier about being wrong my entire life

Zuko practising before asking the Gaang to join them

SNAP SNAP SPARK SPARK

Harry's wonder at every new thing in the Wizarding World

The fact that Spider-Man's backstory could just as easily be that of a villain but instead he's a hero and he has the biggest heart

Jake and Amy being in an Adult and Communicative relationship while still being themselves and each other's best friend

Winry being just as much of a prodigy as Ed and Al and building Ed's automail at 11 years old

Percy Jackson starting out as a standard straight white kids' series and Riordan adding ALL THE DIVERSITY as soon as it got popular enough that Disney couldn't say no

Charlie Weasley just outright trespassing into Hogwarts to smuggle an illegal dragon out

The soul and essence of Pride and Prejudice being passive-aggressiveness and sarcasm

Apollo's haikus in Trials of Apollo

Every scene using Deep Canvas in Tarzan

Winry and Edward's diametrically opposed reactions to the realisation they're in love ("Oh I guess I've fallen for him alright moving on" vs "Fuckfuckfuckfuck oh shit no why oh god aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh")

Lilo & Stitch's watercolour backgrounds

The fact that Roy Mustang's womanising persona is a facade to hide the fact that he's a) a huge nerd, b) going to overthrow the government and c) in love with his lieutenant

The "makings of greatness" speech in Treasure Planet

Spider-Man (PS4)'s swelling score as you start web swinging

The Battle of 1000 Heartless in Kingdom Hearts II

Sophie proudly describing Howl to Abdullah, him assuming she was listing flaws and her getting angry about it

Edward and Alphonse being atheists despite having literally met their version of God

The fact that Amajiki is one of the top three hero students despite his crippling anxiety

Rubicante recognising Edge as a warrior and apologising for Lugae's horribleness

Edge unlocking new powers out of sheer rage

Sora throwing a tea party at the end of Dream Drop Distance while his best friend was still asleep

The backstory in Skyward Sword about Hylia and the first Link

The "immoral manga" omake in Fullmetal Alchemist

The School Festival arc in My Hero Academia, Eri finally smiling and Deku and Mirio being the best big brothers I've ever seen

Kingdom Hearts III finally coming out this month

McGonagall's cat form resembling her human form

Edward finally breaking down at the end of Fullmetal Alchemist god I love this boy so much he has such a big heart

The Enlarged Suit Scene from Howl's Moving Castle

Most of Howl’s Moving Castle is a delight to be honest

Kairi's reaction at the news that she would be training with Axel in A Fragmentary Passage

The bonfire scene in Cosmo Canyon from Final Fantasy VII

Uraraka deciding not to focus on her crush on Deku in order to grow as a hero

Rydia summoning Titan and raising a mountain at the ripe age of seven in Final Fantasy IV

The friendship between Percy, Annabeth and Grover

Kairi and Lea looking like they're going to be a team in Kingdom Hearts III

Greed (at least the second one) claiming that his goal in life is to have everything when in fact he only ever really wanted friends

The Main Theme of Final Fantasy playing during the scene where the characters not in the final battle pray for the party in Final Fantasy IV

The Overture from Phantom of the Opera

Locke Lamora from the Gentleman Bastard Sequence being named after Locke Cole from Final Fantasy VI

Luna Lovegood never having to change who she is and remaining weird and happy

Terra Branford becoming more human by feeling not romantic love but maternal love for a bunch of orphaned children

The "You're not alone" scene from Final Fantasy IX

Darcy respecting Elizabeth's refusal of his first proposal and working to become a better person after she points out his many flaws

Neku learning to open up to people in The World Ends With You and literally saving Shibuya through character development

Bakugou's slow development into a better person

The sketchy animation during Disney's Dark Age

The official character artwork for Skyward Sword

Harry and Sirius's relationship

Spider-Man being a street-level hero and being super humble even though he can literally lift Thor's hammer

That little high-five between Sora and Remy in the 30 seconds trailer for Kingdom Hearts III

Rosa and Rydia immediately ignoring the boys' order to not come to the Moon and stowing away on the Lunar Whale

Plus Edge's adorable "Y-you're here too!?" in the DS remake

Cloud not being allergic to smiling and joking around in the original Final Fantasy VII ("Let's mosey!")

Thor and Loki starting to mend their relationship in Ragnarok

Into The Spider Verse has a scene where Miles uses Spider-Man comic books to figure out how to use his powers and it's the best and I love it

You know what, Into The Spider Verse as a whole because I saw it a while back and I'm still gushing

#i feel so good about the world #long post

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tawakkull · 4 years

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Spirituality in islam: Fayd and Tajalli (Effusion and Manifestation)

The effects of Divine effusions differ according to the capacities of every being;

A pearl-oyster receives pearls from the rain of April, but a snake, poison.

The contingent essences, or the essences of contingencies, are reflected upon the “ideal” lines, pages, and booklets of existence through the Most Sacred Effusion. They are clothed in external existence through the Sacred Effusion and take on the forms of the letters, words, sentences, and books of the Tablet of Confirmation and Effacement, being elevated to the rank of serving as mirrors to the Eternal All-Observer.

Others conceive of the Divine Being only as the First Cause, without personal existence, and claim that everything and event emanates from this Being in a certain order.

We also come across some Sufi guides who are reported to have written or talked about emanations from God and His self manifestation as a visible Being. I think that either such contorted ideas have been inserted into their works by others, or they themselves have approached the matter from a different viewpoint in relation to the Divine Oneness and Will and have lapsed into seeing such approaches as harmless. For neither the Qur'an nor the Sunna contain such considerations, nor did the scholars of the earliest times make any mention of them. For this reason, such philosophical approaches to creation can only represent some contaminated information that has found its way into our religious heritage from the legacies of earlier traditions.

As the explanations of the Qur'an and the Sunna concerning creation are so clear as to cause no misunderstandings, so too are the views and conclusions of true Muslim thinkers and scholars regarding this matter so obvious that they make no way for such misconceptions. According to the Qur'anic way of thinking, or the Islamic viewpoint, whatever exists—with all its punctuation, letters, words, sentences, paragraphs, and parts—has been created by the All-Sublime Creator, and receives from Him whatever it needs to subsist; and all that exists is under the control, direction and disposal of His Will and Power at every second of its life, without excluding the partial, free will of conscious, responsible beings. The creation and direction of all the visible and invisible realms of existence belong to God, Who is the sole Source of all gifts and blessings that reach every existent thing and being. With the exception of some misunderstandings that arise from certain ambiguous expressions, all the explanations concerning this matter agree upon this cardinal truth. Sound minds have thought so, sound senses have received the same sensations, and the order, harmony, and instances of wisdom in existence have always expressed it.

Everyone who is able to observe carefully will feel and see that everything—from the multicolored faces of flowers, which send smiles to passers-by, to the swaying of trees in the manner of brides, from the frightening roars of thunderbolts to the delicate, penetrating songs of birds and insects echoing in our souls, from light, heat, gravity, electricity, and chemical processes to biological activities, from humans’ observable potential and abilities to their feelings and conscious, spiritual activities—all indicate and bear witness to the Existence of God and His absolute dominion over all things and events. Everyone will feel and see this truth and quiver in awe.

If humans can evaluate the sounds and scenes which come to their ears and touch their eyes by passing through the sensitive filters of the conscience—the sounds and scenes from the terrifying roars of the seas to the enchanting howls of the forests, from the contemplative silence of bays and coves to the awe-inspiring stature of mountains, from the flirtatious gestures of multicolored flowers to the loving kindness of birds and insects, from the world that is a book to study, an exhibition to watch, a palace to visit, and a field to sow and harvest, to humans, who are honored with abilities, to numerous subtle purposes for and instances of wisdom in the existence of all these things—then they will be able to feel and understand that all these have originated from the Sacred and Most Sacred Source of effusion through the Knowledge and Will of God, and go into raptures at the knowledge of the love of God and yearn for Him and for the spiritual pleasures that invade their spirits.

In short, whether spiritual or material, animate or inanimate, large or small, every existent thing or being has come into existence through an effusion from God and continues to exist through constant manifestations that originate in Him, thus pursuing a fixed goal. Coming into existence from non-existence depends on a certain effusion and manifestation, and taking care of everything or being that has been sent into existence is dependent upon another, different effusion and manifestation. Furthermore, the opening of ways to belief, knowledge of God, and love by means of the Prophets is the result of another gift of effusion—while it is yet another gift of effusion that the same truths brought by the Prophets are presented by saints, verifying, saintly scholars, and true guides to the level of comprehension of every age according to changing time and conditions. It is also another, particular effusive gift that all the means and possibilities down to the slightest ones are used to form a pool of mysteries and enable everyone to benefit from them.

The Creator has boundless gifts that come in effusion,

And in every effusion is a different manifestation.

Whatever we see is a mystery throughout,

Every mystery is clearer than the other for those who are aware of it.

Our Lord! Grant us mercy from Your Presence and arrange for us in our affairs what is right and good!

Our Lord! Grant us a way out and salvation in our affairs!

Bestow your blessings and peace on our master, Muhammad, and on his Family, and Companions, all of them!

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