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violetmoondaughter · 4 months

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Many are the faces of the Hellenic God Dionysus, but the duality of his nature is sometimes connected with two specific plants associated to the god. Dionysus relates to many plants such as Fig, Oak, Pine, Vine and Ivy, these two are specifically connected with two opposite faces of the god.

Grapevine starts its annual growth cycle in spring with bud break. During spring and summer, the plant grows and after flowering the vine sets the fruits that are usually harvested in early autumn. Following the first frost the leaves begin to fall as the vine starts to enter its winter dormancy period. The following spring, the cycle begins again. Following the same annual cycle Dionysus is seen as a god that is reborn every spring, bringing during the hot season prosperity and abundance before disappearing in winter. Grapevine grows thanks to the hot weather and humidity and so it represents the warm fertilizing humidity power of the god. Grape is used to create wine which is the drink sacred to Dionysus because of its ability to release mental faculties.

Ivy on the other hand, blossoms in the autumn when the vines are harvested and bears fruit in the spring. As an evergreen plant, ivy needs cold weather and humidity to grow and flower. Ivy vines crawl as snakes and in the myth, ivy appeared soon after the birth of Dionysus to shelter the child from the flames that burned the mother's body. To its freshness was attributed the virtue of dispelling the ardor of wine, so Dionysus was believed to have commanded his worshippers to crown themselves with it. Ivy, in contrast to the vine that bore fruit bearing vitality and exaltation, produced a poison that sterilized and had medicinal virtues that were refreshingly depurative and narcotic. The plant is also connected with thunder and lightning and was believed to have the power to protect from lightning and cure sore throat and cough.

Thus these two plants sacred to Dionysus are contrasted with each other in an eloquent contrast: the vine, drunk with light, is a child of heat and returns the rays of the sun by warming, with its libation, bodies and souls, while the ivy shows itself to be cold in nature; indeed the sterility and uselessness of its first sprouts recall night and death.

Their affinity is rooted in the very essence of the dual-figured god, whose nature is expressed from the earth by means of them: light and darkness, warmth and coldness, intoxication of life and breath of death that withers everything; the multiplicity of the Dionysian aspects struggling with each other and yet conjoined with each other is manifested here in vegetal form, stands in struggle with itself and prodigiously transitions from one form into the other.

Dionysus rules over all moist and hot creatures whose symbol would also be wine, as a hot and moist substance. In wine, heat is made ardor drink of fire that overwhelms everything, that ignites the soul and the body. But the moist heat is contrasted with the moist cold that as a Dionysian element, is manifested in ivy, a plant that greens even in winter when the Dionysian festivals take place.

#witchcraft #witchblr #witches of tumblr #paganism #pagan witch #hellenism #hellenic polytheism #dionysus #ivy #grapevine #darkness and light #mythology #duality #herbalism #italianwitch #strega

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elismor · 5 days

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I see a lot of posts going by about comments and kudos and hits and...well... I've been thinking about the three quite a lot lately--as both a fic author and someone who spends a lot of my professional life looking at web metrics and determining which are actually important/accurate measures of user engagement.

Mileage varies, of course. And this is all just MY opinion, so do feel free to ignore it wholesale.

What I think when I see someone say that sorting by a hits to to kudos ratio is a good way to find "good" fic:

Hits are a measure of quantity (how many times your story or art has been viewed), but without knowing how AO3 defines a hit, it's actually kind of a meaningless number. We know that our own views of our work do not count toward hits, but...if my BFF looks at my story 7 times in one day because she keeps trying to read it but getting interrupted...is that one hit, or seven? And if it's seven, then the numbers are artificially inflated because it's really just Bestie trying to get her Codex fix. And...if Bestie looks at it three times today and four tomorrow...is that 7 hits total, or two?

Some transparency on the part of AO3 could clear this up handily, but until we get that...shrug. All it is is a number that may or may not be an accurate reflection of how many actual people looked at the page your fic is on. Did they READ it? Or did they nope out? No way to know.

Kudos are intended to be slightly more qualitative, but there is no way of knowing why the reader gave them. (Similar to likes here on tumblr.) It might be that they loved the piece. It might be a simple acknowledgement that the reader was there. It might even be a pity kudo. We have no way of knowing. It's, again, just a number.

Obviously, everyone is free to interpret both hits and kudos as positive reaction/interaction. I might do that myself if I didn't spend my workdays explaining to people that 50,000 "hits" to the website could be 50K people who came to learn about us or...simply the result of the computer labs on campus having the university homepage set to default.

Bigger numbers are just that....bigger numbers.

Comments are the only objective way to judge how someone is reacting to your fic or art.

So, what then? Sort by number of comments?

You can do that, sure. (I think. I confess I have never once gotten the AO3 search to work as well as people rave about.) But do keep in mind that many authors answer their comments. So, something with, say, 20 comments may be 20 people telling the author they loved it. Or it might be ten people and ten author-replies. OR, it might be three people having a conversation in the comments. You have to look and see.

Bigger numbers are just bigger numbers.

Okay, fine Elis. What am I supposed to do then?

Look, I'm not your mother or your therapist and you are free to assign whatever meanings you like to these things. I, personally, find "good" fic through a combination of things including: recs, the fandom grapevine, dumb luck, events, and just...reading some of it and not feeling guilty if I nope out for some reason.

This all sounds a little depressing when laid out like this, huh? Especially when you take into account the downward trends in interacting and the rise of folks treating fic and art as content to be consumed.

Here's what I have learned from writing fic for 30 years (well, 28 and counting):

As an author (and an artist, I would presume), you have absolutely no way of predicting which of your work will land and take hold and which will not. It's alchemy and luck and the weird (and not actual) algorithm of fandom. Sometimes, the piece you whipped out in 30 minutes and posted on the fly will land in the right person's inbox and they will share it and their friends will share it and it will get big. Sometimes, the piece you slaved over for weeks and weeks will do that...sometimes it won't. Sometimes your genius manifests and resonates, sometimes it does not.

My personal favorite fic of my own--the one I think is probably the best thing I have done in SW fandom-- has like 8 kudos and 4 comments (2 of which are my responses). Is it disappointing? Yes. Is it an indication that the fic is objectively "bad"? No.

The mercenary in me suggests that if you want to get lots of comments and kudos, you should pick the pairing that is THE pairing in the fandom and write for that--because that's where the eyeballs are, because that's where the connections are. But that is not why I write, so it's just that--a very mercenary way of looking at things. Not that there is anything WRONG with doing it that way. Supply and demand run the world. If the people want Codywan and you want the people....give them Codywan. No shame in that.

And there is no shame in wanting or seeking validation for your work, either.

But it breaks my heart to see authors (and artists) give up on themselves when they do not receive piles of kudos and comments. It's not you. It's...the luck of the draw. It's...fandom. It's...an artificial and murky set of measurements that have almost no basis in anything meaningful.

Keep writing. Keep drawing. Keep sharing. You are what you make, not how people respond to it.

#let's talk about fic baby #fandom #kudos and comments

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finch-velutina · 21 days

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Episode 1100: Even More Gear 5 Analysis

Oh my god i loved this episode. The Egghead animation style just lends itself so well to the Gomu Gomu no Mi and Gear 5 specifically. Look at him he's so silly :)

These two moments from previous episodes show how gear 5 has influenced Luffy's mastery over his fruit (using gear 3 w/o Haki or going gear 2nd first) and consequently, how Gear 5 has affected luffy as well (luffy getting fired up over the holo-sweets)

Most of my favorite g5 moments are of luffy using Gomu Gomu no Rocket - like his big lightning-bolt playground moment in the Kaido fight :) Some people say Gatling is his signature move, but Rocket is the first one we ever see him use, and I think given how often he uses it day-to-day, Rocket is the move he's really perfected.

Using the fluidity and silliness of G5 to his advantage, you can see Luffy pulling out of the way of Lucci fast by coiling his arm up like a grapevine.

This moment shows Luffy's mastery of Gomu Gomu no Rocket, because of how Luffy is able to let go of the antenna and absorb the recoil in a way that doesn't launch him into the sun. Recoil is one of Luffy's biggest advantages/disadvantages of rubber and i'm so excited that he really has a full handle on it now. Devil Fruits definitely aren't perfect, but it's the years of experience Luffy has that makes him feared as an Awakened Fruit user.

I also loved Luffy's new whack-a-mole move - battle instinct is one of Luffy's strong suits, and I love how Awakening opens up luffy to a whole new variety of improvisation techniques! He's in a silly cartoon, and he loves it, but more importantly he understands it.

This! This right here is what I was eagerly watching the whole episode in 0.5 speed for. Luffy uses the blur in his arm to speed it up impossibly fast, spinning the multiple points of animation so he can throw his entire body into that punch. Luffy is actively using the medium itself to his advantage - because the plasticity isn't an animation technique to him, it's all real.

This is just an adorable Luffy moment, and we can see the confusion of trying to track a speeding Lucci physically manifest in his head-shake. Not like, a powers-relevant gear 5 moment, but i really loved it he's sooo silly! He's so powerful, but he's also still our Luffy :)

#one piece #one piece 1100 #one piece spoilers #one piece egghead #one piece analysis #gear 5 luffy #monkey d. luffy

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cosmicgrapevine · 6 months

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A Not-So-Brief Summary of my Novel's Worldbuilding, Characters, Plot, and Themes

@tototavros was asking for a more comprehensive summary of this project at some point, so here goes. This is a rather 'organic' project and some of the details have changed over time and will continue to change, but I'm pretty solid on most of it at this point.

This sideblog is for my posting pieces from and other content related to my WIP manuscript Through the Grapevine, an urban fantasy novel set in the late 1990s that straddles the YA/New Adult border in tone and content. While the first novel is a fairly self-contained narrative, I am writing and marketing it as a 3-4 book series.

Metaphysics: While this mostly isn't relevant in the first book, if you pan out wide enough it turns out that our universe is only one of an uncountably high (but not infinite: something something maximum number of vertices in an n-dimensional something something) number connected by a structure known as the Viabract or Great Vine. The number of universes able to support life at all, let alone a civilization of intelligent beings, is much smaller--many universes are tiny, half-formed, or incomplete 'junk dimensions'. "Our" universe has a reputation for being unusually safe, stable, and predictable, in part because our stricter physical laws make magic more difficult to perform, and magic is ultimately a force that borrows against metaphysical stability, especially on the large scale.

The Viabract is the ultimate source of all magic, although that magic manifests locally in different ways, and skilled supernaturalists can use it to travel between dimensions. The interior is a series of interconnected tunnels to which normal notions of size and distance don't really apply. The only (arguably) living beings native to it are agglomerations of pure magic called Mires, which in their natural state look something like overgrown amoebae but can possess other beings to give themselves 'real bodies' and grant significant power to their hosts. (A non-sapient possessed animal is called a Halfmire, while a sapient possessed animal is a Fullmire)

Main Characters: My two POV characters are Melanie Kitz and Tabby Jelenski, high school juniors at a Catholic school in Chicago who have been friends since childhood. Melanie's parents, Fred and Janet, are a Chicago PD detective and a social worker for Child Services, and thus she's led a fairly privileged life. She is ambitious, hoping to get into a good college and start a career in politics or activism, and prefers to follow the rules and keep her head down.

Tabby's parents, Steve and Rita, are divorced and estranged: her paternal uncle went to jail for laundering mob money through his pawn shop, which ruined her parents' already tenuous relationship. She lives with her abusive mother, her father moved to the suburbs to live with said brother once he got out of jail, and while she deeply despises her mom she's not on great terms with her dad either. She is adventurous and reckless, planning on running away to anywhere-but-here as soon as she's done with school. She rebels against her mother through petty crimes and sleeping around with neighborhood boys.

While he's not a POV character, Lynd's arc is nearly as important as the other two. He shows up one night at Melanie's house, looking for her paternal grandfather Florentino, a man she thought had been dead for decades. He claims to be a representative of an ancient order of demon-hunters called Marksteppers who live in the wilderness and forsake human civilization, and his 'clan' seeks help from Florentino, who is the most powerful living Warden, a different school of magic (broadly speaking: Wardens are rules-magic engineers, Marksteppers are spirit-magic shamans, and they do not work well together). It is soon revealed that Lynd has ostensibly arrived in search of some information, but really wants to leave his old life behind and see what life in the 'normal world' is like.

Lynd is of the Ash Clan of Marksteppers, one of nine 'Great Clans' that rule the others and whose members are significantly more powerful. While 'normal' Marksteppers are basically human, Great Clan members are closer to demigods: they don't age, can't reproduce, and the (more or less) only way to join a clan is to kill a current member and inherit their powers, thus taking their place.

Setting: All three wind up in Kahoti, Florida, a private suburb north of Tampa built, funded, and operated by Florentino. Wardens' chief magical tool is Wards, a form of defensive magic which borrows energy from the Viabract and uses it to create barriers. Historically, Wards could only be applied to single structures, as they relied on a physical anchoring point and their power could not be transmitted through empty space. Florentino is a pioneer in Warding larger areas: his first big breakthrough was (ironically) magic-proofing Walt Disney World, using the rides, monorails and the like as vectors for Wards. By the '80s, he had mastered his craft enough to build an entire community with enough space for 30,000 people, all fully Warded and protected (real life inspirations include private and/or planned Florida communities Seaside, Celebration, and Golden Oak).

Plot: Once they settle down in Kahoti, the trio joins the Lost Kids, the in-training demon-hunting group at Kahoti High (this is, at its core, a Wake Up Go to School Save the World story). The central enemy in the story is Blackmires--Mires which seem to be created artificially, hijack hosts instead of symbiotically bonding with them, and can be transferred from one person to another with the old memories intact, none of which normal Mires are supposed to be able to do.

The mastermind behind their creation is Gerald Scutaro, aka The Centipede, a former mafioso who found a way into the world of magic and used it to benefit his organization, until he got too powerful for his own good and his fellow mobsters tricked him into a Vegas trip in the early 1990s where they gave him the Rasputin treatment and left him for dead. He survived, however, to meet Anna McCarthy, current Lord of the Sumac Clan of Marksteppers. Along with another Sumac, they invent Blackmires by combining normal Mires with the Sumac Clan's signature Black Water, a substance that in small doses makes people uninhibited and hedonistic, and in large ones mutates them into monsters that the Clan Lord can control.

McCarthy and Scutaro's ultimate plan is to gain possession of two bractoscopes, items that superficially look like mirrors but are actually portals into Warded areas that they couldn't access otherwise, use them to funnel their troops into Kahoti and take it over from the inside. And that is not just for its own sake, but to secure possession of a valuable territory for the coming actions of all nine Great Clans: an attempt to summon their creator goddess back to life and turn Earth into a fortress against their extradimensional enemies. (This is not an 'Evil Plan' necessarily: some Marksteppers and humans alike think that it will lead to a new golden age for Earth as a center of interdimensional travel, and Marksteppers in general are fond of humanity and see themselves as its protectors.)

On the more interpersonal level, Melanie was already an ambitious young woman, and learning that she's the heir to her grandfather's vast empire and a prodigal (grand)daughter to this new community only heightens that aspect of her. She learns how to use this power to the benefit of all while still keeping her morals intact. She struggles in understanding her grandfather and his work; he is at turns capricious, downright cruel, and deeply merciful. Tabby and Lynd, meanwhile, quickly find themselves falling in love with each other, their shared outsider status and being targets of suspicion deepening their bond. With Tabby's help, Lynd assimilates quickly to this new world, to the point where she fears he'll lose the spark that brought them together in the first place.

Other Characters: Florentino Cervantes himself is my flashy, sun-soaked spin on the mentor character, a wizard and business baron whose two trades mutually support each other, and who mostly farms out the mentoring to his subordinates. Travis Barrett, an aggressive and vicious hunter, is his second in command, and is secretly Melanie's older brother: Florentino forced Fred and Janet to give up their firstborn to him in return for leaving their lives entirely. Since the Lost Kids meet primarily at school, most of their adult support doubles as school staff, including Gary Hansen (dean of students), Amanda Vernon (physics), and Lou Bonifacio (driver's ed and assistant baseball coach).

Gary's daughter Fawn and Lou's nephew Jordy are both 'lifers', with Fawn specializing in infosec and cover-ups and Jordy being more of a front-liner with a magic-infused baseball bat that can turn into a massive magic-fueled sledge. Kenny Boyd and Anthony Nicks began their training in middle school. Anthony is the team nerd of sorts: tech whiz and loremaster with perception-altering powers, while Kenny is a cynical metalhead and skateboarder with the ability to control metals. Finally, the 'Pool Crew' consists of Drew, Jevon, Conrad, and Corey, who answer directly to Travis and whose preferred magic is the gun kind. Jordy's girlfriend Shanti Khatri had a spot on the team for a minute, but was kicked out and memory-wiped for targeting her classmates with mind-altering magic.

Of the bad guys: Ernest Brunswick is a 200-year-old English aristocrat who gained Markstepper-immortality at age 30 or so, and the chief chemist in the creation of Blackmires. He is estranged from Scutaro and McCarthy when the story begins and seeks to undermine them. Other agents include Dale Patterson, the first Blackmire who could successfully travel from body to body, but given he was a white supremacist before being transformed, insists on possessing only white men, and Rachel Bosart, a one-hit-wonder pop singer from the '70s who is looking to ride Scutaro's magic into a younger body. While none of the students start out demonic (in the non-mundane sense at least), the bad guys do get their claws into Shanti and star pitcher Ryan Hyde as well.

Themes: The most central theme to this story is freedom vs. safety, exemplified by Tabby and Melanie respectively. Wards provide safe havens from demons, but must be carefully controlled and are not open to everyone. Personal choice is also a major factor: destiny and chosen ones do not really feature here (although some characters think otherwise), and emphasis is repeatedly placed on how all three tritagonists choose to learn more or go deeper. While I'm trying to avoid going all Ernest Cline, 90's/y2k nostalgia is a factor as well, playing up the pre-9/11, pre-Columbine sense of freedom and optimism, as well as one of the last eras where having a social life didn't require being constantly plugged into the internet.

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eddiebabygirldiaz · 6 months

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tagged by @eddiediaaz and @aziraaphales for these tag games, muah ty darlings <3

shuffle your ON REPEAT playlist and list the first 10 songs and tag 10 people 🎶!

1. grapevines by jade lemac

2. deep end by birdy

3. troubled mind by noah kahan

4. old pine by ben howard

5. bloom by the paper kites

6. dance with the devil by breaking benjamin

7. only one by yellowcard

8. the end of love by florence and the machine

9. regrets by dream on dreamer

10. addicted by saving abel

“your top 15 favorite tv shows can say a lot about your personality”

1. 911

2. merlin

3. fringe

4. sense8

5. manifest

6. the night agent

7. buffy the vampire slayer

8. bridgerton

9. doctor who

10. moonlight

11. hawaii 5-0

12. supernatural

13. the witcher

14. hell's kitchen

15. heartstopper

tagging (no pressure) @spaceprincessem @arthursdent @shitouttabuck @diazass @andrewblur @hauntedkings @anxieteandbiscuits @housewifebuck @folk-fae @bigfootsmom

#tag game #music tag #tv shows #about me #ry rambles

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theenchantedecho · 11 months

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Of Marauder's Love and Betrayal: James Potter's Latest Entanglement

Good morning, dear readers! This fresh dawn promises another delightful dish of wizarding gossip, sprinkled generously with juicy morsels of scandal and intrigue. The bubbling cauldron of whispers and murmurs overflows today, and who better than your dutiful Rita Skeeter to serve up the tantalising truths that lurk beneath the surface?

Hold on to your quills and parchment, for the Wizarding World's favourite Gryffindor heartthrob, James Potter, is once again the talk of the town. While the echoes of his gallantry on the Quidditch pitch linger, Potter's recent exploits seem to veer off the flying field and into the labyrinth of love. The name that sends ripples of surprise and delight through our magical society? Mary MacDonald!

Dear MacDonald, a Gryffindor alumnus, bewitching beauty, and certainly no stranger to the wizarding grapevine, has been in Potter's orbit before. However, the current intrigue lies in her former romantic entanglement with Peter Pettigrew, the man who morphed from a meek Marauder into a monstrous mass murderer. Yes, indeed, the webs we weave!

One could say that Pettigrew's descent into the pit of treachery has cast a dark shadow over this budding romance. Is this newfound closeness a defiant stand against Pettigrew's dark deeds? Or is it a manifestation of love's magical ability to heal the deepest of wounds? Only time shall reveal the answers.

The chatter among witches and wizards, in hushed corners of the Leaky Cauldron and bustling aisles of Diagon Alley, poses a burning question: Is this a simple reignition of Hogwarts-era friendships, or is something more enchanting brewing?

Potter and MacDonald, in their carefree strolls and intimate glances, create an undeniable spectacle. The pair, armed with their trademark Gryffindor boldness, remain unbothered by the prying eyes that follow them, leaving us to speculate about the true nature of their connection.

The possibility of a power coupling is certainly delicious. Potter's daring charm mingling with MacDonald's captivating charisma could set off a veritable fireworks display in our Wizarding World. A sizzling spectacle, indeed!

However, dear readers, we must tread cautiously. The landscape of wizarding romances is as unpredictable as a Cornish Pixie on a sugar rush. It’s a fascinating dance of emotions and actions, often as dramatic as any duel at dawn.

Rest assured, though, as your trusty Rita Skeeter will guide you through this maze of half-truths and hidden stories, one sensational scoop at a time.

That's all for this morning, lovely readers. As you sip your pumpkin juice and ponder the intricacies of wizarding relationships, remember that Rita Skeeter is ever on the hunt, ready to bring the tastiest gossip to your breakfast table. Stay curious, stay vigilant, and most importantly, stay ready for the magical revelations that await.

@vclatiles @mighty-prongs @battleofpeter

#mobile reply #ch:james potter #ch:peter pettigrew #ch:mary mcdonald

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adammbakri · 1 year

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Matriarch

Years later, as I read The Secret Garden by Frances Burnett, I found myself silently shrugging, feeling triumphant that the magic I had experienced in Aunt Zeinab's garden, and the secret I share with it - which I'm about to reveal - far surpassed anything I found in the pages of the book. This is how it went down:

It was a spring day in the mid-90s, and I was probably six or seven years old. The Western idea of a manicured and "perfect" garden hadn't arrived in the village yet. So, I was blessed with a piece of heaven on earth: my aunt Zeinab's wild garden. My sister Yafa, cousin Mohanad, and I explored the garden with wide-eyed wonder. The garden was a wild sea of creatures and plants, brimming with life. Turtles of all sizes, grasshoppers, beetles, bees, birds, and butterflies in a kaleidoscope of colors. Rare and common flowers sprouted everywhere, bursting through any available space. The garden had two olive trees, an apricot tree, a fig, two loquats, a grapevine on the roof of my aunt's house (we secretly put a ladder and climbed up, sorry aunt), and a massive wild berry tree. All of them bore so much fruit that they satisfied not just us, but also the non-human dwellers of this wonderland. We all existed in the most fantastical fashion, surrounded by a festival of the senses. But the most stunning phenomenon manifested through a blooming almond tree that lived in the furthest southern corner of the garden.

I must have been lost in a magical interaction with a fluorescent cicada or a poppy when a breeze smelling of almond blossoms brushed my cheek ever so subtly. I looked up, and there she was: the royal almond tree, blooming so abundantly, standing so proud. It reminded me that it had been my only coveted target left unexplored due to its particularly thick trunk that had barely enough wedges to accommodate my small body. I walked toward it tentatively, and upon reaching it, I felt a fluttering in my stomach as I looked up and realized I might have grown just the right height to finally be able to climb it! The thought thrilled me, and the decision was made instantaneously: I am going to try! If not now, never. The worst thing that could happen is a fall on my butt. But no problem. It happened often enough already, and I was used to it by now.

So I did. I rested one foot on the first little branch sticking out, then my second foot on the slightly higher knob, and then, to my utmost joy, I was able to reach with my right hand the branch that was impossible for me to grab hold of before! It now helped me push my body up towards the final knob! "That’s it! It’s happening," I cheered inside. From there, I used my right foot to step on the first branch up, which, in turn, would easily lead to a secure place inside the tree! And I did it!

My heart beat so fast! I stood up as I gained enough support from the branch, and as soon as I reached my full standing position, I was engulfed with overwhelming whiteness and a perfume so intoxicating I forgot my past up to that moment. Nothing existed outside this dream I was living. I couldn't hear or see anything outside this purity. But as if that wasn't enough, as I turned to find a thick enough branch to sit on, I met Her face to face... The secret encounter forever engraved in my being. The experience that has brought me to this page today, after 27 years: Sitting on a branch amidst the whiteness, I came to meet the largest butterfly I have, and will most likely ever, see in my entire existence: a moth matriarch, a colossal piece of perfection! Two wings perched and spread majestically on the branch, looking peacefully at me with the two eyes on its wings, like the world began and saw its end within her. Like no matter what of the world's allure one might encounter, it will all amount to nothing compared to her beauty. I was flabbergasted! The biggest butterfly I had caught hitherto using my butterfly net was barely the size of my finger! This masterpiece was the size of my two open palms together! I couldn't quite contain the emotions I was feeling!

The matriarch butterfly seemed to be imparting something so profound and significant that I was at a loss for words! She was trying to talk to me, I knew it! Perhaps through the ether, she was evoking a profound sense of understanding and insight that was impossible to capture in language. But today I will give it my best shot! The butterfly said:

"I might be gone soon, but my daughters will always stick around, and it is going to be okay"

have absolutely no recollection of how this interaction ended, or how I was able to climb down the tree. Now, in my mid-thirties, I still believe that the almond tree was a portal, an entryway into other dimensions and universes! I did it! As soon as I looked into the eyes of that butterfly, I tapped into infinity. But the story does not end here… The strangest thing that happened was that one day, perhaps weeks later, I visited my aunt's house again and upon entering the house, I saw there on a curtain separating the bathroom from the living room, the matriarch again! Shocked, I ran to my aunt Zeinab and asked her. She said, "Baarafish ya Khalti, I don't know auntie, I just found it there this morning." Was the matriarch trying to tell me that what I thought was a dream is not? Was she trying to make sure I received the knowledge she tried to pass on?

Jumping 22-23 years from that moment: it is now August 29, 2019, precisely at 6:16PM Manhattan, NY. (You will shortly understand why it is impossible to forget those details).

I arrived early at the Sufi House. The subway down to the West Village usually takes 40-45 minutes. But for some reason it got there faster this time. There was another 30 minutes to go till Majlis starts. And I didn’t want to sit inside and wait. Even though I would have probably enjoyed seeing Lenny’s peaceful aura, or sipping persian tea and leafing through Attar’s Conference Of The Birds. But I couldn’t.

I needed to move because my inner life couldn’t. During that period of time everything felt excruciatingly slow like trying to run and scream at the same time while your knuckles are shackled, underwater! A prolonged nightmare that made me question how long I’ll be able to bear it. But despite the darkness I felt inside, I couldn’t possibly miss the beauty of the golden hour around me: The light hitting the townhouse across the street, making its red bricks glow, and vibrate alongside the ivy vines climbing it. A frame of pure magic…

Then…

As if she had manifested out of the beam of gold, I saw a butterfly fluttering within the beam across the street, as if she had a secret pact with the light. "You just give me your golden hour hues and let me bask in your beauty, that way we make each other equally beautiful, and we then don’t have to compete for attention," they didn't. I stood, feeling a complete sense of awe at this simple but magnificent phenomenon, feeling ever so slightly lighter than I was moments ago.

Out of my reverie, I raised my arm and beckoned towards the butterfly. To my breathtaking astonishment, she actually came towards me as I beckoned her! Not only that, but she flew across the street in the blink of an eye and landed on my raised hand!

Can I possibly describe what I felt this time? Not in a million years.

But I know one thing:

the matriarch was right.

Her daughters will stick around, and it’s going to be okay…

Adam

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jesusmybeauty-blog · 9 months

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A story of Bre & Ryder that talk to Jesus about frequencies & vibrations and manifestations.

Scripture References

Matthew 21:21

Jesus replied, “Truly I tell you, if you have faith and do not doubt, not only can you do what was done to the fig tree, but also you can say to this mountain, 'Go, throw yourself into the sea,' and it will be done.

Proverbs 18:21, which says “Death and life are in the power of the tongue, and those who love it will eat its fruits.”

Matthew 9:29 “According to your faith let it be done to you"

James 1 But when you ask him, be sure that your faith is in God alone. Do not waver, for a person with divided loyalty is as unsettled as a wave of the sea that is blown and tossed by the wind. 7 Such people should not expect to receive anything from the Lord. 8 Their loyalty is divided between God and the world, and they are unstable in everything they do.

James 3 When we put bits into the mouths of horses to make them obey us, we can turn the whole animal. 4 Or take ships as an example. Although they are so large and are driven by strong winds, they are steered by a very small rudder wherever the pilot wants to go. 5 Likewise, the tongue is a small part of the body, but it makes great boasts. Consider what a great forest is set on fire by a small spark. 6 The tongue also is a fire, a world of evil among the parts of the body. It corrupts the whole body, sets the whole course of one’s life on fire, and is itself set on fire by hell.7 All kinds of animals, birds, reptiles and sea creatures are being tamed and have been tamed by mankind, 8 but no human being can tame the tongue. It is a restless evil, full of deadly poison.9 With the tongue we praise our Lord and Father, and with it we curse human beings, who have been made in God’s likeness. 10 Out of the same mouth come praise and cursing. My brothers and sisters, this should not be. 11 Can both fresh water and salt water flow from the same spring? 12 My brothers and sisters, can a fig tree bear olives, or a grapevine bear figs? Neither can a salt spring produce fresh water.

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The Lord explains to Bre & Ryder, what happend, “When your belief system fails (in other words when your faith fails), reality changes.

Matthew 14:30 Come,” said Jesus. Then Peter got down out of the boat, walked on the water, and came toward Jesus. 30But when he saw the strength of the wind, he was afraid, and beginning to sink, cried out, “Lord, save me!” 31Immediately Jesus reached out His hand and took hold of Peter. “You of little faith,” He said, “why did you doubt?”

In the physical realm for instance, all may look the same when you speak words or change your mind but repercussions take place immediately in other dimensions. Bre and I agreed that we were a bit confused.

The Lord Jesus continued, “Reality is full of frequencies and vibrations and waves, that you can’t see right now. Earth people not only don’t see them, most don’t believe that theyr there. Words and thoughts have power and are reality that creates an action. Actions can take place in different dimensions. Different words and thoughts of different intensities, effect frequencies, vibrations and waves differently.” Jesus could see we were still confused.

Angels, carrying large jugs, came out from my cabin, walked out to us and poured them out into the lake. The liquids in the jugs were each a different color.

The colors just sat that all together in the water.

Jesus said, “Now stir the liquids with your fingers anyway you like.”

We knelt down and stuck our fingers in, swirling it, pushing it and splashing it. The liquids went in various directions, in many different combinations. But Bre and I were still not understanding the message.

Jesus said, “Look. What do you see?”

Bre answered, “Just the colors of liquid spreading out to where we sent them.”

“Exactly” Jesus said. Do you get it Ryder? Asked Jesus.

I stood there scratching my head until it hit me, maybe because the Holy Spirit snuck the idea into my head, perhaps.

“Our fingers are like our words or thoughts or our actions that cause counter-reactionsof frequencies, vibrations and waves, that can effect other things. In this case, the counter-reaction is the liquids moving out in various directions to produce a result. Sorta like farming. If you plant good seeds and cultivate them properly you get a good harvest. Bad seed or wrong cultivation gives you bad stuff.

Jesus hugged me, “I knew you weren’t just a pretty face!! Then he asked Bre, do you see now my gem?”

Yes, Lord said Bre, it makes sense now. Reality is very sensitive to what we say, think and do.

The Lord responded, “Yes. You must be careful with your words and thoughts as well as your physical actions, as all produce results that can even be un-intended and dangerous.

“Dangerous?” Bre questioned.

Jesus responds, “Wrong words, thoughts and actions can take a person back to The Book of The Dead. Yes, you two. Harness your words, thoughts and actions, to keep them from spreading out like these liquids in the lake here.”

When we reached the shore, we had a seat as the chariots and horses went to the side of my cabin to wait for us. What Jesus said and showed us was absolutely unbelievable. Oops, I did it again. I stood up desperate, “Jesus, I just did it again! I said “unbelievable” in my head. How do i stop all the waves and frequencies and stuff from spreading out against me? I don’t want to go back to the Book of The Dead!!” I was on my knees now in front of Jesus.

Jesus smiled, “Relax Ryder. Just quickly admit your mistake. Say you want No part in what you wrong said thought or did and move forward. Try not to go off course again. It gets easier as you go along. Make proper frequencies, vibrations and waves part of your life.

Bre asked, “How do we know what’s best things for us, so we don’t make mistakes that were not even aware of?”

Jesus responded, “That’s a great question Briella. Most people never consider that question. They usually go along, doing whatever they think is right. Many blindly walk back into The Book of the Dead

Proverbs 14:12 There is a way which seems right unto a man; But the end thereof are the ways of death.

“What they say, think and do may look good, but it’s not.” Said the Lord. Some never left the Book of The Dead, thinking or being told by other contras, that they are safely in the Book of Life. When they are not. This is a problem in the world. The people parade around in their fake world’s that they’ve created, with their whitewashed words, thoughts and actions, thinking to themself that all is well. satan holds some of the blame too.”

“satan“ we both said agrily at the same time.

“Yes, satan.” The Lord said, with a serious look.

He placed his hands on our shoulders making a point to pay attention to what he is going to say.

“satan assists people to carry on with their distorted words, thoughts and actions, making them believe that they are on the right path. You both seen many examples of the many people that are run by satan and his army. They are death camps and contras are just his puppets. What they do is profane.”

“Profane?” I didnt know what Jesus meant by that. I know what they are doing is way off course, as you call it, but they’re saying that even sincere people who are trying to do right, are running death kingdoms? They’re profane? I thought profane was like saying bad words.”

Jesus continued, “The definition of profane, is one of those words that people have altered to fit their personal agenda. Same as words like “good” or “nice” and “truth” and “love”, to name a few. People make up their own definition of words to make them fit their lives. When they should be fitting their lives to the true definition of the words.

“Profane has a simple definition. It’s anything that people do that has NOT been initiated by me.”

“Proverbs 3:6 Seek his will in all you do, and he will show you which path to take.“

Briella was frowning. “You mean, that all these circuses that people run and go to, are death camps? Isn’t some of what they do OK?”

The Lord responded, “Call them death camps, death farms, cenmeteries or graveyards, they’re all profanewhen they operate even a portion of them under their own hand. One wrong move can profane all the rest.”

To cement his teaching to us, he took us back over to the lake. “Look at the colored liquids that you two moved with your hands. What do they look like?”

We looked over the water. Some of it was spread out far out into the lake. Most of it had washed up on the shore and was sitting on the beach. “It looks pretty but it’s all over the place. Its a mess.” We said.

“Exactly.” You weren’t deliberately trying to make a mess. You were not trying to fail, but as you can see, as you say, it’s a mess. “Now put your hands back in the water and let me guide you”

We did as Jesus asked. As Jesus spoke, we each moved our hands in different ways as he, guided us. The colored liquids immediately reacted. Waves from our hands washed the liquid from the beach, back into the water. The liquid that had drifted off was coming back. When the liquids came together. Jesus asked us to stop. “What do you see?”

“It’s a Barn!!” Bre squeeld!

“Yes, it’s a barn. Now take one finger and do your own thing again.”

Bre takes her baby finger and barely touched the water with it. The result was the barn eventually became unrecognizable.

Now do you see? Jesus asked.

“I think so” Ryder answered. “So, when people operate their lives under just their owns desires, it may look pretty or good to them and some others. But, in reality, there are waves, vibrations and frequencies moving them and their life in the wrong or even dangerous ways that they can’t see. Ways that harm other people and their own lives too.”

“And”.... The Holy Spirit said..

“And, uh, and, if we want to obtain worthwhile, eternal results for our lives and the lives of others, we need to wait until you help us. We should work with you on when to go, then on how, when and where to move, and when to stop. otherwise the end result is just a mess.

Bre nodded in agreement as I spoke and added “These contra ways all lead to death.”

The LORD responded, “Very Good. You both are very sharp students. The best results are when we all work together as a team. Jesus smiled, God the Father and the Holy Spirit smiled with him.

God the Father added, “And whose the father of messes and death?”

We both knew the answer to that one. They heard our thoughts.

Jesus responded, “Excellent”

Now you’ll find that this teaching relates to our next Op.

The End.

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scarlet-streak-fanfics · 2 years

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Not sure what Bungo stray dogs is, but if you want tell me your head cannons

Hiiiii, Lena! Ok, ok, ok, I’m gonna explain. Please note that I haven’t been able to read the manga yet so I’m workin’ on super duper loose terms. So, in the most basic form of explanations, BSD is a mafia vs. detectives anime featuring superhumans called Abilities users. These Ability users are named after/based on famous authors, particularly from Japan, although there are some American authors (the Guild) and European authors (mainly Russian and French), and their abilities are based on a work from that author. For example, John Steinbeck’s ability, Grapes of Wrath, allows him to grow grapevines which can be grafted to other trees and people. There are multiple different organizations in the world, but the Port Mafia and Armed Detective Agency are the two major ones at the start of the story--PM acts as the evil, ADA as the good. It’s more complex than that, but that’s the easiest way to explain the whole thing without writing pages and pages. So, for my little OC, I came up with a character called Mercury Gray, since that’s my writing pseudonym, with the ability “Uriel and Eden’s Gates”. I’d consider her part of the ADA, maybe post-Guild arc since that opens up American Ability users coming to Yokohama. The ability itself is like a watered down version of Light Snow (which projects illusions) and Demon Snow (an armed spirit). It causes a hallucination of the victim’s greatest desire (Eden’s Gates) and then a small spirit manifestation that renders the victim unconscious (Uriel, the Guardian of Eden). Only the victim and the ability user are able to see the hallucination, and Uriel is incapable of killing the victim. The key to Eden’s Gate is that it digs into the victim’s deepest subconscious desires, so what they see might not be something they’re even aware they want. Overall, the character is an optimist who wants to solve problems with as little violence as possible. I also have an idea for what that ability might have become in the Port Mafia, but I like this version best. I know it’s probably a little Mary Sue, but I tried to keep the character balanced and not super OP. I actually wanted to write a series about what each character’s Eden’s Gate would be, so if anyone is interested in my take on that or would like to submit your own ideas for that, please do!

#merc talks #merc writes #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #bungo stray dogs ocs #merc ocs #mercury gray #uriel and eden's gates #<3

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livingwellnessblog · 4 months

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Hear Your Good news Announced! A Neville Goddard Method

Hear Your Good news Announced! Imagine this: You’re chatting with an aquaintance, someone you know and who knows you but NOT your best friend. Why not your best friend? Because your best friend already knows everything! You tell your best friend everything first, so imagine a person who maybe knows you both, but you don’t usually confide in them. In other words; An acquaintance! Hear them say…

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wizisbored · 1 year

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Please I will need so much of baby Lydia in the wing au. Especially with her parents. Oh, what were their reactions to finding out she has wings and a horn? Did they only figure it out after she was born or did the ultrasound’s actually show the wings and horns.

Also what about repercussions of a human being born with wings and horns? Would people try to take Lydia away for tests, would she still go to public school? Imagine the gaining over/bullying. Man the amount of childhood trauma

since im leaning more to the classic fantasy setting now, i cant really use the ultrasound concept anymore, unless i bullshit up a magic equivalent. but i think i like the idea more of it being a complete suprise when shes born with her little chicken wings and shit just hits the fan right then.

gonna take this as an oppurtunity to explain the whole family scandal thing i mentioned. emily immediately declared that she loves her child no matter what, and charles stood by her on that, but the extended family were not so enthusiastic. her paternal grandparents... tolerate her. they refuse to comment on where they think her infernal blood came from, but it's clear they have Opinions. charles and emily made an agreement when lydia was quite young that she wold never be alone with them, just in case. emily's parents, though, make no effort to disguise their feelings. they immediately declare that charles must be the one with infernal blood, since they already have a grandson who is 'normal', and tell emily to leave him and 'his hellspawn'. emily no longer talks to her parents, and lydia has no memory of them. the closest thing she ever had to contact with them was when she was somewhere in the range of 7-9, when her older cousin, the aforementioned 'normal' grandson, took it upon himself to relay all the horrible things granny and grandad say about her. his parents backed him up when charles and emily confronted them, so they got cut off too. part of charles relocating for a 'fresh start' after emilys death was to take lydia further away from her mothers side of the family, as he'd been hearing through the grapevine that emilys parents were attempting to blame lydia for the death somehow.

to go deeper into charles and emily, though: emily thinks lydia is just wonderful, and is enraged that anyone would think she's inherrently evil. how could you be mad at a baby for having silly-looking scraggly little chicken wings? she never really believed in the inherrent rightousness of deitys, and so she has no ill will towards fallen angels, but even if she did lydia being descended from them says nothing about her. after all, for her to be an infernal child means either emily or charles has infernal blood, and she loves charles and she loves herself so blood cant be all that important, can it?

charles has more or less the same beliefs, but he worries a lot about lydia. hes constantly afraid for her safety, and emilys given what people will think of her for birthing an infernal child. sometimes this manifests in him being a little strict, not wanting lydia to play too rough or fly too much in public, not wanting her to draw attention to herself or make people think any worse of her than they do already. this is only made worse after emily died, with what her family are saying and a new town to make an impression on, but obviously wanting lydia to be on her best behaviour while shes grieving doesnt go over too well.

lydia wouldnt be taken for testing, since while infernal children arent massively common they arent unexplained. there are, however, people who think infernal children should be locked away. luckily, being born to parents of a decent social standing, lydia was more or less safe from that sort of thing. she was homeschooled by tutors, but she still had interactions with other children. some were still innocent enough to just be curious, some had already been taught to hate or fear her. shes had friendly kids bullied into abandoning her, been chased and wrestled just so kids could show off by 'beating the demon', had stones thrown at her. the works.

#infernal children au

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anasraza25 · 2 months

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The Miracle of Plant Growth: Lessons from Surah Al-Waqiah

In the intricate tapestry of nature, one of the most profound miracles is the growth of plants. From a tiny seed buried within the soil to a flourishing entity reaching towards the sky, the process of plant growth is a testament to divine wisdom and power. Surah Al-Waqiah, found in the Quran, beautifully encapsulates the essence of this miracle, inviting believers to ponder upon the signs of Allah's creation and draw profound lessons from them.

At the heart of Surah Al-Waqiah lies a vivid description of the miraculous process of plant growth, intertwined with profound spiritual lessons. As believers delve into the verses of this Surah, they uncover layers of wisdom that illuminate the significance of plant growth as a sign of Allah's existence and creative power.

The Miracle Unveiled:

Surah Al-Waqiah unveils the miracle of plant growth with striking imagery, portraying the transformation from a dry, lifeless seed to a lush, vibrant plant. The Surah describes how water, a fundamental element of life, is poured down from the sky, causing the earth to split open and yield forth grains, grapes, and vegetation. This depiction vividly captures the miraculous process of germination and growth, highlighting the role of water as a catalyst for life.

"And We have sent down rain from the sky in a measured amount and settled it in the earth. And indeed, We are Able to take it away. Then We produced for you thereby gardens of palm trees and grapevines in which for you are abundant fruits and from which you eat." (Surah Al-Waqiah, 56: 15-17)

Lessons in Spiritual Growth:

Beyond its physical manifestations, the process of plant growth holds profound spiritual lessons for believers. Surah Al-Waqiah urges individuals to reflect upon the parallels between the growth of plants and their own spiritual development. Just as a seed requires nourishment, care, and the right conditions to flourish, so too does the human soul require nurturing and guidance to attain its full potential.

"Then will you not see? Have you considered what you sow? Is it you who makes it grow, or are We the grower?" (Surah Al-Waqiah, 56: 63-64)

This rhetorical question posed in the Surah prompts believers to contemplate their role in the process of spiritual growth. Just as humans are not the ultimate growers of plants but merely facilitators, they are reminded that true growth and sustenance come from Allah alone. This realization instills humility and dependence upon the Divine, encouraging individuals to cultivate their faith and good deeds as means of attaining spiritual fruition.

A Call to Reflection:

Surah Al-Waqiah serves as a profound call to reflection, urging believers to contemplate the signs of Allah's creation embedded within the natural world. The intricate process of plant growth, as depicted in the Surah, serves as a compelling testament to divine wisdom and power, inviting individuals to marvel at the intricacy and beauty of Allah's design.

"So glorify the Name of your Lord, the Most Great." (Surah Al-Waqiah, 56: 96)

In glorifying the Name of the Most Great, believers acknowledge the magnificence of Allah's creation and express gratitude for the blessings bestowed upon them. Through the lens of Surah Al-Waqiah, the miracle of plant growth becomes a profound avenue for spiritual contemplation and a reminder of the limitless power and boundless mercy of the Creator.

Conclusion:

In Surah Al-Waqiah, the miracle of plant growth emerges as a powerful sign of Allah's existence and creative power, inviting believers to ponder upon the intricate design of the natural world. Through vivid imagery and profound spiritual insights, the Surah illuminates the significance of plant growth as a reflection of divine wisdom and a catalyst for spiritual growth. As believers delve into the verses of Surah Al-Waqiah, they are reminded of their dependence upon Allah and encouraged to cultivate their faith and good deeds, mirroring the miraculous process of plant growth in their own journey towards spiritual fruition.

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yung-n8v-teacher · 4 months

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reflecting on november & december

so,,,,a major thing happened since my last update,,,

a part of the teaching program i'm in is that i have to transition to different classrooms each trimester. the first trimester (where a LOT of reflection happened) was spent in a sixth grade classroom. the second trimester (which we're now in), i'm in a first grade classroom.

TALK ABOUT A BIG JUMP !!!! — my cohort members all transitioned to a grade above or below where they were for trimester 1, but i'm the only one to go from middle school to lower elementary.

why/how did this happen? the principal, based on the few times she has seen me lead the after-school program, said that she thinks i can teach in any grade level and wants to see what i can do with the first graders. crazy reasoning, but i guess i can do this,,,,

the transition was supposed to happen on november 5th, but that didn't happen for me. my first day that i was supposed to be with my first graders didn't happen until a day later because i had coverage/subbing to do in 8th grade. i went from the biggest babies in the school to the second smallest babies in the school. what a jump,,,

the plan with the trimester two transition was that the associate teachers were supposed to observe for a week before taking over a small section in the new class, but I couldn't even observe because I got tasked with coverage again and when I wasn't covering, my first grade class had a sub (that wasn't me), so they weren't acting like their normal selves. one of the non-normal days with them, i was leading the whole day because i got last minute coverage. (what a day that was,,,) i did not have a full, normal week with the first graders until the beginning of december. (isn't that crazy???)

while the transition has been very, very gradual, i feel a bit more confident and comfortable with the little ones than i did at the start. i even went on a field trip with them!!! (i was very exhausted when i got home that day,,,) a part of gaining more comfortability with the first graders was doing my two-day teach with them. two days where I was the lead teacher and not the associate. what a time that was. it went a lot better than I expected it to go. while i had to be a little strict at times, i survived, they learned and they don't hate me. i don't think people that small are capable of hate, but it's nice to know that they still ask/give me hugs whenever. (the hugs are probs the best part of transitioning to first grade; the worst part you ask? the sickness and germs. i spent all of trimester one and some of trimester two, not sick then after a week with the little ones, i was so congested and fighitng for my life against this awful cough.)

so much has happened, and i can't believe i made it to december. while things seem fine and dandy, lets get into some tea,,,

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tea

a couple of the first grade teachers are leaving at the end of the year, meaning there will be some lead teacher positions up in the air [while i don't want to stroke my very small ego, i can't help but wonder if the principal put me in first grade for my classroom transition to potentially hire me as a lead teacher for first grade (if they want to hire me for first grade, i most likely won't take it)]

i heard through the grapevine, and it's all but confirmed, that there will be a new 8th grade classroom that they are adding to the school which means they need to hire two 8th grade lead teachers and one of those teachers could potentially be me and the other would be my emotional support yt guy (i'm manifesting we get hired, but i don't want to jinx it) [i feel like that meme with shane and ryan (the ghoul boys) about the dots connecting b/c my potential co-teacher got asked by the principal about how he would feel teaching 8th grade ela, and i have also been doing so much coverage in 8th grade math, science and coding like it's insane (i've been getting this much coverage in 8th grade b/c i'm the only associate teacher with any experience teaching that stuff (insert crying emoji))]

i had my feelings mansplained to me by the director(?)/program lead of the teaching program i'm in — asking how i'm doing in second grade (she got which grade i'm working in wrong) and how i've been doing on a personal level. i told her that i've been a little frsutrated and panicked about first grade b/c it didn't feel like something i could do, but i can recognize that i've been making progress and that i can feel myself growing as a teacher. she then turned it around on me by saying that "i can't focus on the negatives" (when did i say i was doing that??) and that "you have to see this as a growing experience and know that you're to be so much more knowledgeable after it" (like thanks for showing me that you were listening to what i said by being able to say it in your own words) — she then got on me b/c i was only "half there" for the pd sessions that she leads and saying that it's a noticeable pattern (i've been checked out of the last two pd sessions b/c i come straight from teaching and the topics were dumb and repetitive — ALSO WHEN DID TWO TIMES OF SOMETHING HAPPENING BECOME A PATTERN???) [the two pd sessions that i was "half there" for were: one, how education is a cog in systemic racism (where i had to listen to a yt co-worker basically say the definition of racism in discussion and the program lead add nothing of substance to the rest of the pd other than saying, "we need to be mindful of our biases" like bitch, WE KNOW)]; the second pd session was acting out scenarios about how to give redirections in class as if the entire cohort hasn't had multi-day coverage before and as if we don't talk about how to give redirections with our mentor teachers almost daily [this shit had me heated]

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