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lcdrarry · 11 months

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9 June | LCDrarry Fic & Art

This Life Now

Prompt: "Sweet Home Alabama", 2002, Andy Tennant Author: Anonymous Artist: Anonymous Word Count: 38,295 words Art Medium: Digital Rating: Mature Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Mentions of Divorce, Alcohol, Minor Draco Malfoy/Blaise Zabini, Minor Pansy Parkinson/Ginny Weasley, Harry Potter & OMC Friendship, Draco is involved with/engaged to Blaise while separated from but still legally married to Harry

Author Notes: I love classic rom-coms. Even though some parts may not hold up to scrutiny decades later, I'll always be weak for oblivious OTPs and grand gestures of love. I toyed with the idea of a Sweet Home Alabama AU years ago, but it languished in my WIP folder—until now. Thank you, camomiletea, for your wonderful prompt. I couldn't squeeze in a bonding ritual, but I hope you enjoy what I've done. Thanks so much, A, for stepping outside your regular fandoms and coming on this journey with me. For gracing my words with your brilliant art, and all your cheerleading and support. To the wonderful mods for making this fest a joy. To G and J, who looked over the original outline and first chapter years ago, and to H for generously reading through the rest.

Artist Notes: I want to say thank you so much to P who always gives me the most fun and exciting art prompts! I love working with you so much because it is always a fluid collaboration and we always feel so in sync which is a dream come true as an artist. It was such an incredible project!

Summary: This close up, Draco can see the differences that have occurred over the years. Harry's hair is longer, although it's as unruly as ever; his forearms are well-muscled and decorated with ink; and there are small lines by his eyes that look like they would crinkle if he were smiling. Which, at this moment, he most definitely is not. He looks like he's worn the same clothes for three days and just rolled out of bed, yet Harry's so unfairly gorgeous it makes Draco's heart ache. "What do you want, Draco?" Harry asks, his voice resigned. The question snaps Draco out of his reverie. "A divorce," he proclaims as he opens his bag.

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cosmicangel888 · 9 months

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WHO ARE YOU

'I am the galaxy

I am the multi-verse

I am the song of the heavens in all breath

I am the breath of the next breath and I seek the joy in all sacred life

I bring joy and happiness and I bring healing in such I am the bringer of life, joy and sacred remembrance ~

I am the bringer of wisdoms unknown, unseen,

I am the beyond and for a reason God is this story of unfolding for humanity

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Beyond the ailing oceans and dark air,

I am the sun of the Heavens in daughter form I am the daughter of light, God, Ra

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I know who I am

Who are you?'

None write my story

None will spell cast me away

None will place me in jars and poke pins to the hundreds to make me not here

I will transmute, eat, and siphon it to a miracle meant just for me -

Did you hear me,

I am the galaxy and waves of life-light into the multi-verse -

I walk with Gods you cannot know, or see, I humble and to them - the One, the Creator, the Source Prime operator of all sacred life

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Sit in that pain and allow it

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Sit in that unknowing and allow it

Sit in the anger and allow it

Sit in that 'not peace' and allow it

What occurs when you sit in what you feel and simply feel it

FEEL IT FEEL IT then what occurs -

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STOP RUNNING

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OWN IT

FACE IT

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Why the masses are awakening now, and why the masters are here to help guide you;

Religion will teach you nothing about ascension, and the leaders are clueless of consciousness and our systems are backwards in trigger mode everytime the word 'spirit' is mentioned and you are blasphemed by those with just as little understanding of universal law and creational reality - it is what it is -

Exhausting for a starseed, celestial high functioning but that is part of my healing too -

I express, I share, I show, I heal and I transmute death magic like air - it feels like playing in a lush gorgeous divine playground everyone ignores where the children are ignored and played with like sex toys, humans are bought and sold and women are ignored and treated like sexual pornography items of dominance and pimping objects to own and claim -

Sometimes it needs to be just this blatant - for that is what is needed for those in fog-brain and arrogance - the disrespect to 1 woman, 1 divine feminine and masterful children treated like dirt and not there -

I will not sugar coat the arrogance and sickness of people like #trump and #epstein that so many in their superficial misdeeds and misguidance think they are the cats meow - you certainly are not and I am here to pierce what you think is 'fooling the collective' and I will rise to show what is truth and what is pure abuse - it cannot be healed until we FACE what is - poor leaders, poor counsellors that are not aligned, no idea what consciousness is, and leaders that are 95% white men; how is this a system of fair and just returns and wisdoms - who are you?

How does it feel to be me, to be a crystal, or rainbow child, any child, ...Where the playground is filled with narcistic bullies that use magic and deceit, emotional and spiritual manipulation like is breath - this is how it feels to be me and why I have to work and master and transmute 100% more than any other person to feel grounded and 1/2 normally me - judge me, you have no idea -

I am you in grand form to feel it all and show you how to heal - this is me, all need to get over it - I will not go away and I will not stand down to lesser 3D immature false leaders and false elite rich arrogance that think they know what God is; and tout falseness to those that truly need pure guidance and healing - ©

To false spiritualists that have no clue about alignment and abuse their power, and abuse energy - and abuse what gifts are sacred -

Divine is the breath within to transmute all that is not feeling divine Divine is the breath that transmutes the thought of your own family and those you use to call friends doing 'death magic on you' to work out inheritance and money that they cannot seem to let go of the fact they are not the 'winner' to teach, to bring peace, and truth; because they think it is theirs and how dare a woman be smarter and wiser, and the chosen of the pack -

how dare a woman re-write the potentials of old bibles that were 1 perspective from a 3D level and from the mouth of only men, and elite of the 5% that have nothing to do with unity, grace and love - How dare a woman.

Well - I am here boys, buckle up, because this is a big girls world now and I will not silence -

human testing I will magnify my life-light and pierce every intention, lie, and corruption - the more any come into my lane the more the light will bathe every evil to every innocent - - blocks, diminishing abundance, and illness and whatever karma Spirit ignites within every person guilty of harming and degrading the divine and my life; I walk - the Heavens walk with me.

I know who I am Who are you?

Galactic beings of greatness lift my feet and weight, and ride the sacredness of every child that cries and no one listens to the pulling and pushing into their sacred bodies because human adults are too lazy and too wounded to seek help so they impale innocent children and use them as sex slaves while they corrupt the soul of our collective for their sickened ways - that is healable - while a child cries I hear it, I see it, I see behind the hidden meetings and doors you think you can scheme behind - your torture is nothing to me - -

I am the sun

I am the daughter of Ra

I am RA

I am the daughter of God ~

I know who I am

Who are you?

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To feel everything and then face it again, again, again, in utter boredom that the same message is simply not heard because the chakras and minds hearts are so dense with wounding and hate they do not care about children being used as sex toys nor sold by the time they are 8 -

I feel their pain suffering as they sit in their beds crying before their next act to an adult that KNOWS BETTER

And the adults simply refuse to heal - and leaders continue being stupid and pushing chemicals and antics of controls into every facet of our reality - to make humanity sick numb and dumb - how does it feel to be me for 1 hour -

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Why you must be alone and seek within - no partner, or person can teach you what knowing yourself and being this offers you -

who are you - are you serving the collective?

these are the questions of ascension - for it is about self sovereignty and unity / all you are affects the all - period.

I will transmute whatever any send and human testing -

I get an A+ NEXT.

I know who I am Who are you - do the inner work and see how creation shifts

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Blessings and light

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astridamalia · 1 year

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Birthday Prayer ✝️ In the Name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen. Almighty Lord, Creator of humans, on this joyful day, I praise Your Greatness. You have created me - Theresia Maria Faustina Astrid Amalia - with love. I thank You for the mystery of my being; what a Miracle You have done. Like the Birth and Life of Jesus, bringing peace and joy, may my life also bring peace and joy to others. Thank You, O Father, for Your Inclusion throughout my life's journey. Thank You too, You always encourage my heart when I experience grief and anxiety. May this happy day strengthen my Faith in You. I thank You for all the Blessings I have received over the past year. I thank You for all the sympathy, friendship and affection that I feel from my parents, relatives and friends. I pray that the days that I will be going through will bring happiness: may I be able to work smoothly, and my business will grow. But more than that, may I never be separated from You, no matter what happens, because You are the Foundation of my life; may You be with me today, tomorrow, and throughout my life. Amen. In the Name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen. ✝️ * Source in Indonesian Language: Puji Syukur number 140 #Yesus #Kristus #Jesus #Christ #YesusKristus #JesusChrist #Katolik #Catholic #happy #joy #Birthday #HappyBirthday #life #live #pray #prayer #doa #christian #PujiSyukur #praise #gratitude #grateful #ThankGod #ThankLord #best #wish #miracle #love #heart #faith https://www.instagram.com/p/CpHV1kOyNWY/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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reidingmelodies · 3 years

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The Luckiest

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Category: Fluff Word Count: 2k Includes: Dad Spencer, Children, Pregnancy A/N: I wrote this one for @anxiousblanketqueen’s birthday challenge: Happy Birthday, Jill! ♡ I hope you have an absolutely amazing day!! Main Masterlist

“What’s this, Daddy?” Spencer turned, eyes finding his daughter holding the scrapbook Penelope made for your anniversary a few months prior. The book held your most cherished memories: from your first meeting to your first dates, to your marriage and the birth of your children.

“Auntie P made that for us, bug,” he explained, bending down to clear the pile of blocks on the floor to make way for her little feet. She bounded towards him, the book dangling from her arms while she climbed next to him on the couch.

Big brown eyes similar to his own looked up at him, her little lip sticking out in a pout as she pushed the book towards him in a silent question.

She was only five, but she was fully aware that he was incapable of saying no to her; after all, she learned the puppy dog pout from its creator: his wife.

“Come here, love,” he situated his daughter on his lap, laying a gentle kiss on her hairline before opening the book to the first page.

“Is that Mommy?” her fingers moved to trace along the first photo, a still of you and Spencer at Derek and Penelope’s wedding seven years prior. Your eyes were focused off frame, gaze solely fixated on the couple’s first dance, but Spencer’s were glued to your every move.

It was your very first meeting, years of Penelope trying to set Spencer up with her high school best friend had failed up until that point. Plans to go to bars were halted by last minute cases in different cities, parties in Penelope’s apartment were missed because you had a date lined up, lunch dates with Penelope where she hoped you would finally meet Spencer were ruined because he wouldn’t leave his desk.

Years and years of trying to get you two to meet, and all it took was her and Derek getting married.

If she knew it would have been that easy, she would have gotten hitched years ago.

As luck would have it, you and Spencer had somehow narrowly avoided each other during wedding planning as well. It was as though the universe had something against you, as if all the signs were screaming that you weren’t meant to be. But then, on the night the stars aligned for Derek and Penelope the same happened for you, your pre-planned seating arrangement leading you directly into Spencer’s arms and proving the universe wrong.

It was that night that two perfect strangers became stakeholders in one another’s lives, the night when two hearts found the piece that had been missing for too long. Neither of you knew it then, but a few shared conversations and lingering glances over dinner were enough to change your lives.

“Yeah,” Spencer whispered, smiling at your daughter. “That’s Mommy”.

And like their words summoned your presence, the front door opened and you walked in, your two year old son’s hand gripped around two of your fingers while your purse hung from your free arm.

“Mommy!” your daughter jumped from her position on Spencer’s lap to wrap her arms around your legs, your body bending to place a series of kisses against her head.

“Hi, Sweet Pea! Did you have a good time with Daddy?”

“Mm-hmm!” you watched her pigtails bounce as she twirled, her hand moving to hold her brother’s as she walked him towards a tower in the center of the room. “We played with blocks and read books and looked at a pretty picture of you!”

“Wow! What picture was it?” but alas, your question fell short on your daughter’s ears, her attention long gone and instead focused on teaching her brother the right way to build a tower.

And honestly, as far as you were concerned that was perfectly okay. Any moment they were getting along without tears or screams was a win in your book.

“We were looking at the album Penelope made us,” Spencer’s voice carried over the sound of your children’s giggles and you swiftly moved to sit next to him on the couch, thigh to thigh while your head rested against his shoulder. “We made it through the first picture before you guys came home”.

You placed a gentle kiss against his shoulder where you laid, eyes scanning the photo in question. It was one of your favorite nights, but it paled in comparison to the picture on the next page.

“Remember that night?” you asked, pointing at the photo you had been eyeing. It was a blurry mess to put it lightly, Spencer’s hand holding the disposable camera at an odd angle while you attacked his cheeks with kisses until a trail of lipstick was left in your wake.

You were young, in love, and inseparable- a blurry photo was a small price to pay for being with him.

“How could I forget,” Spencer chuckled lightly, shaking his head as he examined the picture, “I got off the jet at 11 PM and headed to your place for a midnight picnic. We were only dating for three weeks and JJ thought it was weird to go to your place so late, but I didn’t care. Did you think it was weird?”

You snuggled closer to him, the hitch at the end of his question cluing you into the fact that he was nervous you did. “If you didn’t come over I most certainly would have went to your place- I hated being away from you, I still do now”.

You were rewarded with a kiss to your palm before Spencer continued to flip through the pages in a comfortable silence, your life together thus far being pieced together with every new picture.

From movie nights cuddled up on the floor of Derek and Penelope’s living room, to office holiday parties where you walked around with your pinkies intertwined, to stolen kisses at happy hour and café dates where you both sported espresso foam mustaches.

With the next flip of the page, you watched as your smiles grew wider in each photo with the addition of a ring on your left hand. There were pictures of Spencer down on one knee at your favorite park thanks to Penelope’s hidden vantage point behind a set of trees a few feet away.

The sky was a cerulean blue, yellow and pink tulips in full bloom at your feet, but in that moment, with Spencer kneeling in front of you and the most beautiful declarations of love falling from his lips nothing was visible but him.

Another flip of a page and yet another moment when nothing mattered but Spencer was on full display- your wedding day. His arms were looped around your waist as you danced in front of your family and friends, your smiles the widest they’d ever been. The night was filled with love filled glances and silent assertions of love fit for two in a room bursting with joy, each and every one caught on camera thanks to Penelope’s dedication to capturing one of her favorite love stories in action.

A series of selfies followed in the next few pages, each one a picture you had sent Penelope during your honeymoon as proof you weren’t always locked away in your hotel room. Spencer was sporting a sunglasses tan in each photo while you were sporting a smirk, each picture reminding you of the vacation that gave you one of your favorite gifts yet nine months later: your daughter.

You looked up from the album to glance in her direction, your lips curling into a smile as you watched her separate the blocks into color coded piles much to her younger brother’s amusement. With each passing day she reminded you more and more of Spencer, and it was by far one of your favorite journeys to witness.

Your focus shifted back to the book in Spencer’s hands, weekly progress photos of your stomach’s growth (which Spencer was determined to capture in all its glory) gracing the pages along with ultrasounds, memories from your baby shower, and pictures of Spencer’s hands constantly flitting over your lower belly. His head rested gently on your middle in each one, his face the picture of happiness as he whispered bedtime stories and facts about space, completely oblivious to everything but you and your daughter.

You watched as the baby you had spent months dreaming about came to life in pictures, her features the perfect mixture of you and Spencer from the moment she was placed in your hands. With each passing picture the bags under both of your eyes grew bigger, but your smiles grew wider. Images of her firsts graced the pages: the first time she sat up, the first time she ate solid foods, the first time she said dada (and the tears in Spencer’s eyes when he heard it), her first steps, her first day of school.

And then one made way for two, your son joining the midst of photos and bringing an endless amount of love and joy to your family. Much like your daughter, he reminded you of Spencer: he was inquisitive- curious eyes always studying his surroundings, his hand always finding comfort in yours just like his father.

Pictures of his firsts graced the pages much like your daughter’s, except this time the first time he sat up he was accompanied by a beaming sister, when he said mama for the first time it was you who was in tears, and when he took his first steps he walked straight into Spencer’s open arms.

The book was a picture-perfect testament to your love, one of your most prized possessions, but there was one thing missing.

“I love the life we built together,” Spencer whispered in your direction, his fingers tracing your side as he thought about how lucky he was. How lucky was he that he went from a man destined to live a solitary life to a man with a wonderful wife and two children made from love?

“I love it, too,” you murmured as your hand moved to reach for your purse, “but there’s one thing we’re missing”.

You watched as Spencer’s eyebrows furrowed, his eyes scanning the empty pages at the end of the book. “I know the pictures are a little out of date, we can order some more this weekend to fill the empty pages though”, he stated as his gaze found yours to see if that was the answer you were looking for.

“We definitely can,” you nodded, removing an item from your purse and unsticking the scrapbook pages to place it in the middle. Once you were satisfied with its placement, you adjusted the top sheet before holding both of Spencer’s hands in yours, “but we can start with this”.

The previously blank page was now the home of your very first ultrasound photo for your third baby, a surprise you had confirmed earlier that morning at your doctor’s appointment. You watched as Spencer’s eyebrows shot up, his face breaking into a smile while his eyes filled with tears.

“Really?” his voice was so soft, you were sure you would have missed it if you weren’t sitting directly next to him.

“Really, really,” you confirmed, your left hand moving to grasp his jaw as you pulled his face closer to yours.

“Are you excited?” you whispered, fully aware that the answer was yes but craving confirmation.

With your question, a tear escaped his lash line, trailing down his cheek and making its way to a beaming smile that rivaled the ones you had seen in the scrapbook.

He nodded, at a complete loss for words as he closed the gap between you and let his feelings out in a kiss. It was a kiss filled to the brim with love, happiness, and appreciativeness.

And in that moment, there was only one coherent thought on his mind as he listened to his children’s giggles in the background and felt the weight of your love against his lips: How lucky was he that he went from a man destined to live a solitary life to a man with a wonderful wife and three children made from love?

The luckiest man alive, that was for sure.

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Genuinely where is this energy for Chris "I attend a homophobic church" Pratt? For Scarlet "whole ass Zionist" Johansson? For Chris "let's sign bombs that will kill brown people" Evans? For Ryan "got married on an actual factual Plantation" Reynolds? Anthony Mackie makes one (1) tone deaf statement and now he's the King of Homophobia. Meanwhile y'all can't even write his character with any nuance or without any racial tropes coming in to play in the gay ships, but you want him to gaybait for you? The fuck is he supposed to do? Play coy and lead you on so you can give Disney/Marvel more fucking money? Or do you think they'll actually make him gay so he can be their 46th "NEW LGBT CHARACTER!!!!!"?

4311 notes • Posted 2021-06-18 04:00:48 GMT

I absolutely HATE how people are focusing more on the "tik tok is having a major ethical scandal" aspect of this whole bone selling company cuz that shouldn't be the focus at all. Like it's not just some "scandal" it's a major ethical issue that's emblematic of how white people view bodies of color- even after death- as things for them to profit off of. We are not afforded the same respect white people give even to animals (other animals, whatever) and now people are being rude and turning this into some "lol tik tok/twitter are always behind tumblr in major drama" thing and it's just not funny to me.

4975 notes • Posted 2021-08-15 20:27:17 GMT

I think it's funny how white people (yes ALL of you) will whine about poc asking them to learn about racism from poc and not just through "fiction" and the excuse is that that's the easiest way to teach people lessons, but then those white people can't analyze ANY media or current events and find the racism in it. Like they will try to justify making all your villains dark skinned and then scream about why h*try p*tter is radical text (also missing Rowling's rampant *checks notes* racism, antisemitism, transphobia, transmisogyny, homophobia, fatphobia etc.). Like.....if fantasy racism is the only effective way to teach about racism, why can't y'all recognize racism better? Everyone and their mother wants to compare Trump to Voldemort and yet y'all can't recognize how the Capital Coup was a push in favor of white supremacist fascism? Are you reading the books or just reading names of characters so you can write a smut fic?

6354 notes • Posted 2021-01-14 04:51:09 GMT

I think a lot of non-Americans forget that America has dropped bombs on and around communities of color in America either to outright kill us or to slowly kill us while terrorizing us. Like I know y'all get tired of learning American history cuz America is a global power but like if you looked into the insidious shit that the American government has done to it's own "citizens" of color to stop us from overthrowing it you'd realize WE aren't so different from you in terms of suffering under American terror. Just saying.

7228 notes • Posted 2021-05-05 17:46:04 GMT

No but when JKR was being casually antisemitic on twitter and homophobic with her reveal that lycanthopy was an AIDS allegory, how was that not the creator of a bigoted media coming through in the media she produced? How do you separate the content from the creator when the creator defends her choice to include racist, antisemitic, homophobic and transphobic content in her media? Like you hp fans are doing gymnastics to justify your love for a franchise that at its core has always been flawed and you just shrug that off. You just hand-wave it away and say "separate the art from the artist" but the art is flawed and the artist has defended those flaws. So where does the separation happen when the artist admits to purposely being cruel?

Not a single HP fan can answer this btw because you'll all circle back to "B-b-b-but the art can be sEpArAtEd". None of you have any argument that deals in real life material affects.

The facts are that the HP series is riddled with bigotry and JKR has fought tooth and nail to justify that bigotry. JKR is a Terf (trans exclusionary radical feminist) and has included transmisogyny and casual transphobia in the books since the first book. JKR has taken her fame (from continued public support of HP) and hatred of trans women and used it to get laws in the UK passed that endanger the lives of trans people, specifically trans women and tried to get laws passed in the US. JKR has also written a new violently transmisogynistic book.

No matter how much you try to separate a series filled with bigotry from the bigot that wrote it, you're going to fail. And you want to know why? Because art does not spawn from no where. Art is not made in a vacuum. Art is not some mystical power that comes to some people in the night. Art is a product of the people that create it and if the person who creates the art is a bigot that bigotry with always shine through. People create based on what they know and what they believe to be true.

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argentdandelion · 4 years

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Are Lightners Mind-Controlling Darkners?

(Part 1 of 3)

Possible Interpretations

“Only”

“It’s the only way we can feel truly fulfilled.”

“Only” suggests Darkners can only attain happiness, high levels of happiness, or “fulfillment” by helping Lightners. The attitudes, facial expressions, and dialogue of Seam and the Spade King support this interpretation.

Seam recalls the Lightners with a look of joy. He claims that Lightners “were like Gods to us. Our protectors. Our creators. Those who gave us purpose” and says even some people in the Spade King’s troops distantly hope the Lightners will return. But, with the Lightners gone, it seems he’s gone indifferent or nihilistic, or even fatalistic. (“Neither Light nor Dark hold a future for a Darkner in my condition.”) Oddly, though he knows Jevil is dangerous, he doesn’t offer to help the Delta Warriors in any way. (e.g., “Here, have a free Amber Card!”) Given assisting Lightners would surely cheer him up, but he doesn’t do so, he might have become depressed, and so lacks all motivation to do fun things.[1]

The Spade King, too, speaks of a time where Darkners and Lightners lived in harmony and “Darkners could fulfill their purpose in peace”, and says he, too, yearns for those days. (Although this is part of a speech to make the Lightners drop their guard, the most convincing lies have a kernel of truth)

This is the most ethically dubious interpretation: the incentives to assist are so high and so exclusive that Darkners don’t really have a choice in the matter.

Counterpoints & Oddities

Although Seam’s[2] and the Spade King’s[3] dialogue suggests this interpretation, there are plenty of happy characters who were likely happy even before the Lightners showed up, such as Clover (or rather, one of her heads), Hathy, and the Caterpillar. Furthermore, the banished ending variant happens if even one enemy is defeated (not even killed) by violence. If assisting Lightners was really the only way to feel happiness, high levels of happiness, or “fulfillment”, Darkners would surely be willing to look the other way until Lightners beat up too many people. Therefore, this interpretation is probably not true.

If the interpretation is untrue, why would Ralsei say it? Ralsei seems to be friendless and very lonely, and he puts a lot of faith into the prophecy and how it’s the Delta Warriors’ “destiny”. It’s possible Ralsei believes helping Lightners is the only way he can be happy: this would explain why he’s so unusually submissive, eager to help, and conflict-avoiding. After all, Darkners which help the party don’t do so with the same people-pleasing tendencies and tact as Ralsei. For example, the Top Chef gives an infinite supply of Spincakes after his Top Cake is returned, but he outright says those pastries are “worthless” and “inferior”.

“Truly”

“It’s the only way we can feel truly fulfilled.”

The word “truly” might mean Darkners are able to feel “fulfilled” to some degree, although it is an impure or weak feeling relative to the feeling they get when assisting Lightners. (or Ralsei believes such)

Lancer is a good illustration: although he lacks actual friends, he seems jolly and confident even before befriending the Lightners. However, if helping Lightners causes strong “nice feelings” or “fulfillment”, it may explain why Lancer is easily flattered by Lightners, even by nonsensical or odd promises or compliments, and why he easily teams up with Susie.

Counterpoints & Oddities

One might argue Lancer teams up not due to the fulfillment effect, but simply due to Susie’s bad guy coolness and good advice on being a “bad guy”. However, one should note he teams up with her despite knowing Lightners are the enemy and his dad hates them. (However, as a counter-counterpoint, he may have rationalized that Susie didn’t care about going to Card Castle or sealing his Dad’s fountain, and she therefore didn’t hinder his dad’s plans)

This is more plausible than the above interpretation, and less ethically dubious.

“Fulfilled”

“It’s the only way we can feel truly fulfilled.”

The unusual word choice of “fulfilled”, rather than “happy”, might mean Darkners are capable of a wide range of positive emotions, with or without assisting Lightners. However, “fufillment” specifically is something only possible to achieve by serving Lightners, or so Ralsei believes.

Ralsei doesn’t specify whether one must assist Lightners for every instance of feeling “fulfilled”. Thus, it’s possible assisting a Lightner is the “only way to feel truly fulfilled”, not because it’s the exclusive path to that state, but because it unlocks that state. Therefore, it might be that assisting a Lightner gives Darkners ability to feel truly fulfilled indefinitely, or at least for many years. This may explain discrepancies in happiness among Darkners. It might also explain why so many Darkners are eager to help Lightners, even in a small way: the cost is very low and the benefits are very high.

This is less ethically dubious: Darkners help once, in however way and degree they see fit, and then go their separate ways.

Counterpoints & Oddities

So what is “fulfillment”? Ralsei might be unusually fine-grained/personally subjective about emotions when he slices positive emotions into “fulfillment, specifically” and “not fulfillment”.

Given how submissive he is towards Lightners, his emphasis on the prophecy, and how he’s been waiting alone his whole life for Lightners to arrive, his attitude is something like a zealot worshipping incarnated gods. He might very well believe the only way to be happy is through assisting Lightners and, seeing examples to the contrary, redefines his belief into “true fulfillment”.

Either way, his delination is made from questionable judgment. As he's surely had no friends before, Ralsei couldn't distinguish between being happy spending time with friends and spending time with Lightners specifically. The exchange between Susie and Ralsei may support this:

"[After telling Lancer his good feelings are probably just from eating a weird berry, rather than anything to do with "purpose":]

But if assisting Lightners is such a good deal for Darkners, why does Ralsei seem troubled when he says “it’s the only way to feel truly fulfilled"? If the familiar way Spade King and Seam talk about Lightners is any indication they've actually assisted Lightners before, perhaps Ralsei is a little concerned about the depths of despair or hatred Darkners can fall into when they cannot assist Lightners.

Other Factors

Alongside

“That’s because you’re alongside the Lightners, Lancer.”

The word “alongside” might mean physical proximity, to the point any Darkner would “feel nice” if they’re at least as close to Lightners as Lancer is during this sequence. However, if it means “allied/aligned with”, even the loosest affiliation or connection to a Lightner could cause the nice feeling.

It’s possible the physical proximity effects scales based on physical proximity to Lightners. If so, it’s possible Ralsei became a party member specifically so he can trail after Lightners and be close to them constantly. The purpose effect scaling up with closeness might also explain why Ralsei blushes when Kris stands very close to him: it could be like being lovestruck, or it the effect causes such strong emotions Ralsei doesn’t know how to handle them and becomes stressed. (Although Ralsei could simply have a crush on Kris.)

It’s also possible the effect scales depending on how many Lightners there are in the area. Supporting this, Lancer does point out a feeling of “doing something important” when travelling with two Lightners. This could be a factor in why Ralsei wants Susie to join the party.[4][5]

Counterpoints & Oddities

Lancer repeatedly hinders and acts outright mean to Ralsei and Kris, as well as Ralsei, Kris and Susie. This is so counter-intuitive to the fulfillment effect that it might mean it can't work by mere proximity.

On the other hand, Lancer has...unique psychological circumstances. He's a kid who idolizes his "bad guy" father and wants to be a "bad guy" himself, but due to his goofy, barely-threatening mannerisms and backhanded insults ("sweet little peas we love to see", "Earn a second doctorate, Smart Genius!", etc.) he's more like a preschool-program bully character than a real villain.

His sporadic competence as a villain could come from his lack of experience and knowledge on true villainy, or it could be because he's actually grown fond of Lightners and doesn't know how to interact with them.

Assist Them

“Our purpose—Darkners’ purpose—is to assist them.”

It’s possible assisting Lightners gives fulfillment, regardless of whether Lightners are actually pleased by the results. If so, Darkners can feel fulfilled by interpreting Lightners’ commands loosely, executing them minimally or passive-aggressively, or “assisting” Lightners unprompted, in whatever way they see fit.

Conclusion

Although the fulfillment effect can explain a lot about how Darkners act around Lightners, there are also many oddities and inconsistencies. Indeed, there are so many situations where multiple explanations could work that the "fulfillment effect" might not be a supernatural effect at all, but a combination of psychosocial expectations and Lightners just being nice and helpful. Clearly, two Lightners just showing up isn't enough to make all the Darkners happy, and even if the fulfillment effect is real, there are circumstances where it doesn't work or is resisted. Those circumstances, and the relationship between Lightners and Darkners in general, shall be the focus of the series' next part.

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[1]The fact he has no interest in showing up to show goodbye to the Lightners might be further evidence of this. [2]Seam: Long ago, the Darkners lived in harmony with the Lightners. They were like Gods to us. Our protectors. Our creators. Those who gave us purpose...Then, one day we were all locked away in this prison... And the Lightners never returned. Embittered, the King took up arms, and aims to take revenge upon the Lightners that left us behind.'Course, even among his troops, some still distantly hope the Lightners will return... [3]Spade King:The truth is... I was not always this way. There once was a time... where Darkners and Lightners lived in harmony.A time where Darkners could fulfill their purpose in peace...It would be a a lie to say that I, too... do not yearn for those days. [4]At first, Susie “follows at a distance such that no one can tell they’re associated”. It’s unclear whether this last for only one screen, or whether she really does follow at a distance and she’s only shown as close by the player’s benefit. [5]However...there are few times when the player can observe Susie and Lancer when Kris and Ralsei aren’t around. It is possible Lancer does mention something like that around just Susie, but it’s not shown.

#Deltarune #Analysis #Meta #Theory #Susie (Deltarune)#Kris (Deltarune)#Ralsei #Lancer #Spade King #King of Spades #Seam #Deltarune Theory #Deltarune Analysis #Darkners #Lightners

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polarishq · 4 years

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Meet WREN THERON. They are TWENTY EIGHT years old and hail from NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK. Wren embodies the star, RIGEL. They use she/they pronouns. Their faceclaim is HALEY LU RICHARDSON.

Rigel reminds me of the quiet click of a bathroom door locking, the stutter of words and breaths and hearts and back to words, locks of hair twisting around a shaking finger, the difference between a vessel and a person, the slip of a needle through fabric, the excited chatter among the stars as something new blossoms into the world. .

BIOGRAPHY

TW for drug abuse.

Typically, stars don’t meddle in the creation of humans. They have power, yes, but they also have limits. They were never meant to create men. But Rigel has always been the one to push the envelope. When the idea of something new bursts into the minds of men, Rigel is lingering in the shadows, anxiously awaiting the opportunity to meddle. So when the newest Theron child’s eyes opened with the idea of an imaginary friend, Rigel leaped at the chance to give birth to a dream.

The child was unexpected and unwanted, to say the least. At first, no one knew where she came from or how she ended up in the same incubator as the Theron heiress, but they found it impossible to get rid of her. Any attempts to separate her from her apparent twin resulted in both children growing inconsolable. When the doctors tried to take the mysterious child away, only a few hours passed before her skin grew pale and her lungs began to lose function. Fearing what would happen if this continued, the girls were put together again and Wren was officially considered a Theron.

The thing is—- stars were never meant to make humans. So when Rigel crafted a person out of a newborn’s fantasy, it was bound to turn out defective.

First, it was the speech impediment. She’ll grow out of it, they all said. After all, she was just learning how to speak, just like every other child. So no one gave much thought to the way she stumbled over her words, face turning red as she struggled to form ‘s’ and ‘p’ and ‘t.’ Words would die on her tongue and she’d receive patient looks because you’ll get it one day.

Then, it was the clumsiness. She’ll grow out of it, they all said. After all, she was just learning how to walk, just like every other child. So no one gave much thought to the way she stumbled over her own two feet, scraping knee and cheek against concrete as her ankles crossed in the wrong direction. Her hands would fumble and drop Lego blocks and she’d receive mildly irritated sighs but it was fine because you’ll get it one day.

Eventually, it was the learning disabilities. They were less forgiving, because that’s a ‘d,’ Wren, not a ‘p’ and it’s simple addition, stop using your fingers. She’d spend hours hunched over her reading assignment, tutors slowly pronouncing words over and over again, encouraging her to use the calculator, there’s nothing wrong with needing help. Still, some people had faith that you’ll get it one day.

She never did. The only thing Wren ever really learned was how to survive not being in the same room as her twin. She grew accustomed to distance: a few inches, a few feet, a few rooms, twenty miles. Still, she never learned how to really stand on her own two feet.

As years passed and her tongue, feet, hands and eyes continued to stumble and stammer, the Therons grew less patient. It was bad enough that this abnormal child was invading their perfect family; it was much worse that she couldn’t do anything right.

The only good thing they could say about her was that she had a great deal of magic. Rigel’s mark had been proudly resting on her heel since the moment she appeared. While it’d never intended to stay with her, it did, as if its companionship could serve as an apology. Its way of saying, I’m sorry I did this to you. I would undo it all if I could. Since I cannot, I’ll stay with you. We’ll get through this together. While the mark did not save Wren from all of the Therons’ malice, it spared her from total disownment.

That doesn’t mean things were okay. Their patience grew thin as Wren got older and clumsier, her defects harder to ignore. By the time she was twelve, she was pulled from public view entirely. She was homeschooled, never to be seen at any galas or events where the Therons needed to attend as a family. Her parents’ disappointment couldn’t have been more obvious if they’d written it on a skyline. Wren Theron was a mistake and one that they could not get rid of.

The clear disdain from her family pushed Wren into the furthest corners of herself, replacing any cheer and joy with debilitating anxiety. The days where she couldn’t get out of bed in fear of throwing up angered her mother; the days where she cried over her textbooks angered her father. There was no way to win, so she did what anyone would do in a situation like hers: turned to drugs.

With Theron money, it was incredibly easy to get drugs. She didn’t have to give a name or connection; as long as she had enough money, then she could get whatever she wanted without any questions. She fell into a rabbit hole, wasting her days away with drugs that did nothing to ease her stutter or her frazzled mind, but did everything to help her escape the pressures of her every day life.

She was sixteen when things finally reached a head. The tongue-lashing her mother delivered (over a stupid and meaningless mistake) was one for the ages. Humiliation and self-loathing led to a familiar scene: the private bathroom attached to her rom, sleeves rolled up and needle pressed against skin. She’d love to say she could remember what happened next, but she’s never been a good liar.

What she does know is this: Rigel is a star of creation. It can create, create, create, but it cannot destroy. So Wren can make all that she can dream, but she can’t kill. Bugs, dreams, animals, people; certainly not herself.

The close call was enough to shake her out of her own abyss. She ditched the drugs she’d stashed throughout her room and checked herself into rehab. She knew her family never would; none of them even knew she’d gotten addicted in the first place. For the first time in her life, she stopped pitying her circumstances and decided to do right by herself.

It was in the midst of rehab when she met a father-daughter duo who offered her a bit of reprieve. Freshly seventeen years old and just learning how to stand on her own two feet, Wren jumped at the chance to escape. When she approached her family about separating from them, they were all too happy to let her go, so long as she didn’t carry their name anymore. With no desire to stay and argue, Wren agreed and moved in with her newfound companions.

Her stay didn’t last long. It was long enough to develop some unrequited feelings; it was long enough for a seed to be planted in her mind. When Wren went off to Polaris at nineteen, something that already changed within her, though she would be the last to know it.

Her anxiety eased with time away from her family, but it never fully left. It’s still debilitating, even on her best days, but there’s less pressure to be perfect these days. With Rigel’s help, she’s started up a business of making things for people, usually for free. Most face-to-face transactions are done through a dependable middle man, so most people don’t even know who’s behind the creation. She doesn’t mind that so much; as long as her customers are happy, she won’t ask for any sort of fame or recognition.

She still has self-harmful tendencies, but they’re manageable. At the very least, she isn’t shooting up in the bathroom anymore.

INCLINATION

Rigel, whether or not they are aware of their “maker” abilities before they are sponsored, has long been known as the creator star. Rigel typically sponsors those who have a gift for craftsmanship magic, or rather, the creation of magical objects for witches to use. Rigel is a creative thinker and a tinkerer, preferring to do things their way rather than let someone else tell them how they’re supposed to operate. They are particularly gifted at transfiguration, which is the basis of their magic, but they also possess a wide knowledge of tools and workmanship in order to create whatever it is their heart desires.

CONNECTIONS

Filling Verity Anwar’s Teach Me, Oh Wise One

Middle Man: Basically the fact of Wren’s business! They do all of the interactions and communication, unless they absolutely cannot. This person has all of Wren’s trust, if only because they never hold her difficulties against her, and they actually have her best interest at heart.

Helping Hand: Literally… someone who doesn’t mind Wren holding their hand once in a while, just so that she has something to hold onto when her anxiety gets bad. She isn’t totally dependent on them, but they help stabilize her when she feels incredibly unstable.

Penned by Ricki ★

#fire.#rigel.#ricki.#student.#taken.

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dormouse-iii · 4 years

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Organs of the Circus

Calliope is a very old name that would later belong to an instrument that wouldn’t exist for centuries after its creation. It was a beautifully crafted tool often used in entertainment mainly the Traveling Circus although originally meant to replace church bells.

It’s very light and up beat sounding and is usually played on those speakers at either Disneyland, or the fair, or other huge theme parks. It was invented in the U.S in 1850 by A.S. Denny and later patented in 1855 by Joshua C. Stoddard. An article on Mechanical Music Digest quotes the Player Piano Treasury has a description of the instrument by Harvey Roehl.

“…The first instrument consisted of 15 whistles, of graduated sizes, attached in a row to the top of a small steam boiler. A long cylinder with pins of different shapes driven into it ran the length of the boiler. The pins were so arranged that when the cylinder revolved, they pressed the valves and blew the whistles in proper sequence. The different shapes enabled the operator to play notes of varying length. Later, Stoddard replaced the cylinder with a keyboard. Wires running from the keys to the valves enabled the operator to play the instrument like a piano.”

It was a large cylinder “clockwork music box” with large and usually bronze whistles coming from the top and upper panel into the lower panel where the boiler is. The first design used pins to push steam through the pipes to play different notes and keys; they were later replaced with a piano keyboard and wires instead with the frame becoming a more modern looking upright piano instead of a cylinder for playability. Some people called it the Steam Organ as some were often mounted to steam boats and looked like smaller organs that operated on steam.

Some might confuse Calliopes with Fairground Organs (Sometimes called Band Organs) which are entirely separate. The main difference being that Fairground Organs never used steam and were always more mechanical and automatic. Those used in dance halls and ballrooms were dubbed “Dance Organs” which were quitter que to being played inside.

The Fairground Organ used either a crank similar to a music box or strips of data called music rolls in a music book. They were designed to be played without an actual performer and are keyboard less. For the most part electronic nowadays or completely replaced with standard speaker sound systems were a grand addition to the Fairgrounds themselves with their own Fair Organ Preservation Society.

They were essentially large elegantly designed jukeboxes that sometimes came with animatronic puppet bands and other instruments like wooden whistles and xylophones for further entertainment making them rather large, the world’s largest being the Wurlitzer Model 164 Band Organ according to organ historian Stephen Bicknell.

One of the most popular and decorative being The Moriter aka The Emperor which was almost as big as a pipe organ.

“The Mortier is a fascinating beast: where the fairground organ is tarty like a can-can girl the Mortier takes you straight into the world of Maigret and Edith Piaf.”

There are a few odd exceptions of the Fairground Organ’s punch card reading ability mixed with the keys and design of the Calliope. Although they are rare, some Calliopes used rolls too such as the CA-43 Tangley Calliaphone Calliope one of the last calliopes to be manufactured in the modern age that is even equipped with SD midi compatibility.

Named after the ancient Greek goddess of music and poetry, it was often held on a pedestal just as high as a tribute to her. The Chief of Muses, Calliope, (also spelled Kalliope) goddesses of music, song, and dance whose name means “beautiful voice”.

She is the daughter of Zeus and the Titan goddess Mnemosyne being the oldest of the younger muses as well as the wisest and most assertive sister making her the leader. She is often referred to as The Muse of Epic Poetry, normally depicted with a tablet or scroll in hand.

Calliope was also the goddess of eloquence and would appear before mortal kings as they were infants to glaze their lips in honey. This was so that whenever they spoke, their voice and words would be almost as beautiful as hers.

Greek myths tell stories of her marriage Thracian king Oeagrus and their wedding in Pimpleia given them their children; Orpheus and Linus. Orpheus was and heroic bard in most Greek mythology, and his brother Linus the creator of rhythm and melody.

Of course no beauty comes without flaws. You see, the ancient Greeks would spell Calliope’s name two ways; C-A-L-L-I-O-P-E and K-A-L-I-O-P-E (sometimes spelled with two l’s) this created a split in musical communities about how it should be spelled and pronounced.

· Kal-e-ohp

· Kal-e-ohp-ee

· K-all-e-ohp

· K-all-e-ohp-ee

Or even the Calliaphone as suggested by Norman Baker, one of the world’s last Calliope builders.

“Reedy's Mirror” a magazine or paper company that’s name was later changed to “The Mirror” in its revival in the 1920s tried to settle the pronunciation debate with a section from poem that spelled it in a very rare fashion and pronounced them both ways.

It was called “The Kallyope Yell” (Spelled K-A-L-L-Y-O-P-E) and is a poem written by Vachel Lindsay in November of 1913. Vachel was a very famous poet for his time with his first book ‘Where Is Aladdin’s Lamp’ in 1904. Despite his parents hostility towards his work he still made many a classic poem.

I am the Gutter Dream,

Tune-maker, born of steam,

Tooting joy, tooting hope.

I am the Kallyope,

Car called the Kallyope.

Willy willy willy wah hoo!

Although it was an almost magically constructed machine it was often difficult to maintain. The older generation of Calliopes, widely known as steam organs, were very difficult to maintain due to the issues with moisture and travel. A Calliope player would have to clean and polish each part before and after a performance, god forbid it rains.

Eventually a newer generation of Calliopes were made to accommodate the nomad lifestyle of the instrument. First, the new age were called Air Calliopes as the name suggests these Calliopes used compressed air as opposed to steam. These were more portable as well as easier to maintain and durable however, no new technology is flawless.

While yes, the Air Calliope was far easier to set up, move, and fix; they were far quieter. Older generation Calliopes and Fairground Organs could be heard miles away all around the midway, from the boardwalk to the forest. These newer ones were not only quieter but also mostly run on either helium or gas both of which were more costly than the old boiler was; both were very costly at the time and even more so now. The few Fairground Organs and Calliopes that survived years of war, transport, tear, and wear are both expensive and delicate.

What used to be a staple of entertainment and fun is as ghostly as the wail the organ pipes themselves, fading into the memories and sounds of the great Carnival its self.

+o+

#Circus Circus!#Calliope #Kalliope #music #carnival music #circus music #vintage #facts #clown history #instruments #mythology #research

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mittensmorgul · 5 years

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Hi darling. Am I the only one who still think about the parallel? Amara, The Big Bad of Season 11, bringing Mary back, without anyone asking for it, out of a pure act of kindness towards Dean, to whom she feels grateful (let's talk about Jack bringing Cas back out of a mere act of kindness, in Cas' own words, while actually for fear of Dean's rage?) VS Chuck trying to bribe Dean with the hope of bringing Mary back, now that he has experienced again the loss?

Oh no, you’re absolutely not the only one!

I’ve been quietly wondering a couple of things and haven’t really wanted to talk about them publicly, because they are pure speculation and possibly not actually relevant to where they’re going in s15, and it’s just too big a thing to talk about with any confidence at this point, so... I’m glad you asked as you, so I can at least ramble on about it a bit :D

I’m first of all wondering if Chuck and Amara are still ~two separate beings~. After 11.23, after Dean had been the “firewall” between them, and he reunited them:

they kinda spiraled off together, you know?

Is what we’re seeing as “Chuck” here actually the reunited light and dark? That’s a bit too conspiracy theory for general consumption, though, and it’s not entirely likely, but it’s an interesting thought exercise :D

Because Chuck really CAN’T do endings. He lampshaded that in 5.22 with the whole “Nothing ever really ends, does it?” Because he is creation. He creates. I don’t think he’s capable of ending...

That’s why he has Amara as his perfect counterbalance, because endings are all she knows. And one way or another, I think he’s going to need her to help him let the rest of the creation story go, you know? She’s HIS ending, in perfect balance to his story.

So yeah, I’m hoping we see her again. :D

But I’ve always thought Chuck’s main focus was on The Grand Story. Yeah, he loves the Winchesters, they’re “his guys” and all, but he’s the drama engine of their universe-- the creator of all those bigger and bigger big bads they’ve had to overcome, including all the very personal big bads-- like the Mark of Cain, like soulless!Sam, like Godstiel...

I’m not sure Chuck ever really considered or understood how humans (and an angel) who love each other would react in these cases, because Chuck may have created free will but I don’t think he can really understand it, you know? It’s infinitely surprising to him to watch the sort of drama that results from humans doing anything in their power to save their loved ones. And this, I believe, is why these people are his favorites. They’ve just got this infinite well of love (with a hefty helping of self-loathing and guilt, but they’re working on that!).

But I think it still comes down to the love, you know?

Chuck could give himself the ability to play the guitar, he could sit back and watch humanity and learn from humanity, and even LIVE as a human for a while (even if he wasn’t the best human, back in s4-5). He could even have relationships with humans and study humans from the moment the first human took their first breath, and he still would find humanity fascinating... because it’s clear he still can’t predict what humans will even do in a given circumstance...

Even after 11.23, after he was reunited with Amara, and found his end in balance, I think they BOTH are still fascinated by Humanity (from 11.22):

Amara: That's your story. Not mine. The real reason you banished me, why I couldn't be allowed to exist... you couldn't stand it. No, we were equals. We weren't great or powerful, because we stood only in relation to each other. You think you made the archangels to bring light? No. You made them to create lesser beings, to make you large, to make you Lord. It was ego! You wanted to be big!Chuck: That's true. But it isn't the whole truth. There's a value, a glory in creation... that's greater and truer than my pride or my ego. Call it grace, call it being! Whatever it is, it didn't come from my hands. It was there... waiting to be born. It just is, as you and I just were. Since you've been freed, I know that you've seen it. Felt it.

(and then they both look at Dean Humanity Winchester, “their guy”)

Even reunited, the human capacity for love is just not something they can grant themselves, like the ability to play guitar or to speak any language. That’s a power that only human souls have... Chuck may have CREATED souls, but he ISN’T one, you know?

This is what Metatron was fascinated with during all his years in exile among humanity. He was fascinated by the human ability to tell our own stories. Because unlike angels who sat waiting for revelation, and he himself who was merely the scribe for Chuck’s creation story rather than an author himself (he was plucked from the steno pool, after all), only humans can truly feel sorrow and joy, only WE are given the imagination to create our own worlds in this particular way.

And isn’t that just a spectacular metaphor on every level? Chuck as author who can’t give up his story, and humanity who just wants to tell our OWN version of our story? Fate vs Free Will. Because I don’t think Chuck can ever be fully satisfied with his own storytelling, because for him it’s a process of understanding his creation.

Oh my god... he’s basically Tolkien... >.>

Essentially, I think he’s using the Winchesters because it’s as close as he can get to feeling what it’s like to be human, to understanding what moves people to selfless acts, acts of love. And that’s always been the Big Picture Story of Supernatural to me. Metatron only learned to tell a story by reading everything he could. And I think his best line was, “The river shall end at its source.” Because that’s the ouroboros again...

because in the end, we’re all the authors of our own stories, in ways that Chuck just... can’t actually be. He really, really WANTS to be though.... I think he just needs to learn that not every story has to be a cosmic epic, you know? Sometimes even the quietest stories of humanity are filled with love. He’s just an Angstmonger... :P

I’m really hoping his endgame is to maybe ask his characters what THEIR OWN STORY is, and finally understand what they want. And I think only then will he finally get a truly satisfying ending. (And yeah, he’s still gonna need Amara for that bit... for the letting go at the end)

#spn s15 speculation #spn 14.20 #this is how stories work #trickster archangel

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I started yoga on a quest about the mysteries of the human soul. I searched in practice, technique, theory and philosophy for something definite, for an answer to question of faith. _ No matter where I looked, I have not encountered a creator who is separate from me. I have only ever experienced the timeless, eternal formlessness that is Being itself, God as resplendent emptiness vast as the universe, filled with more joy and love than imaginable, pulsing with raw power, shocking like a lightning bolt coursing through the very fiber of my body, orgasmic. _ Yoga is a technique of spiritual awakening, like a activation of the seed planted in your heart. The idea that God is separate from you is itself a falsehood. God is within you, and is working for you, through you, and around you every day. To the degree to which you’re a willing participant in the goodness of God is the degree to which you step into a stream of well-being. It’s your choice about whether or not to bring heaven to earth, and that is scary. Punting the question of enlightenment down the line to some fantastical hereafter, or subscribing to the illogical belief in a wrathful God is a kind of spiritual immaturity, and a destructive one that allows you to shuck all responsibility for your actions in the present. _ Regardless of which religion you subscribe to, God is God, timeless, eternal, all-knowing and all-loving. You do not need to hide from this beauty. You only need to wake up to truth that you are born of it, that you too are a child of God. _ There is a bridge to the promise of living as spirit in matter, enlightenment not only for the chosen few but real in the here and now, a path that leads to wholeness, spirit and matter in unity, human and God incarnate, but it is a path of total selflessness, a journey into the unknown, with unparalleled sacrifice accompanied by infinite blessings, and this promise itself is made real in you, and could be called, Grace, the one true salvation. The yearning to practice yoga answers the hunger of the soul to experience this very initiation, pure freedom in the arms of love, shining as true light unto the world. (at Miami Beach, Florida) https://www.instagram.com/p/ByBEdTqgjXQ/?igshid=11cm61amfknp0

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tathim63 · 2 years

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Love God Greatly: In the Begining (Day 10) When God created the orchard He planted two important trees: the tree of life and the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil. (This is the first reference the writer of Genesis made to good and evil.) The placement of the trees in the orchard set the stage for what was to come, the continual struggle and choice for the man and his offspring between good and evil. When God placed the man in the orchard to care for and maintain it, He gave the man specific instructions. He commanded the man not to eat from the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil. God knew that if the man were to eat from this tree he would die. The idea of death introduced in this command was more than a physical death, though that was included as well. The death that would occur for the man if he ate from the tree was a separation or alienation from God, causing a dramatic change in his relationship with his Creator. The command to not eat from the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil is the first command God gave to humanity. In the same way all aspects of creation were designed with a purpose and intent, God had an intention with His command for the man. God knew what would happen if the man were to eat from the tree, so God told the man not to eat from it. God’s first command to the man was good. It was meant to preserve the man’s life. All of God’s commands are meant to do this. All of God’s commands preserve our lives, give us wisdom, and bring joy. They have great value and purpose, and in following them we find guidance and blessing. While it is easy to see how this first command of God’s was right, it is not always as easy to see how all of God’s commands are right. When we keep our hearts fixed on Him we find wisdom in His commands and joy and life in keeping them. Prayer: Father God, Your law is perfect. Your law preserves my life. I can rely on Your instruction and gain wisdom from Your commands. I believe Your words are of greater value than gold. Help me desire Your way over mine. Amen. 🙏♥️ (at Compassvale Walk) https://www.instagram.com/p/CaYHGcLhkmv/?utm_medium=tumblr

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cosmic-elementalist · 6 years

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I. The Magus

The Juggler

The Lord of Illusion

The Wisdom, the Will, the Word, the Logos by whom the worlds were created.

Being the unexpected, he unsettles any established idea.

Being creative, he has no conscience.

Archetypes:

Unconscious Will

Messenger of the Gods

Law of Necessity or Chance

Fluidic Basis of All Transmission of Activity

Continuous Creation

Action in All Forms and Phases

Interpretation is the root of misinterpretation

Fulfillment of Potential

Duality

Symbols:

Tree of Life: Mercury is the Path leading from Kether (the Crown) to Binah (Understanding), thus he is the messenger of the gods, the Word of creation whose speech is Silence.

Second emanation from the Crown; adult form of the Fool, the Unity. It is the nature of these ideas to flow one into another.

The Will: The Son, the manifestation in act of the idea of the Father

The Word: Gospel of st. John: in the beginning was the word; and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.

The law of reason or of necessity or chance, which is the secret meaning of the Word (the factors, seemingly out of our control - be they subconscious or external - which influence action and come before logical decision)

Medieval Deck: 'Le Bâtleur', the Bearer of the Baton (energy sent forth)

One arm points up, the other down. As above, so below.

Wand with a knob at both ends reflecting dual polarity of electricity, but also the hallowed wand of Prometheus which brings down fire from Heaven.

"With the Wand createth He.

With the Cup preserveth He.

With the Daggee destroyeth He.

With the Coin redreemeth He."

Liber Magi vv. 7-10

Duality: truth and falsehood, wisdom and folly

Hanuman: flying monkey god of Hindu mythology.

Some stories tell him as an incarnation of Shiva, others his son.

Son of the wind.

Prankster as a child

Epitome of wisdom.

Rama's messenger.

Hanuman Chalisa (translated): monkey god and devotee of Rama, grant us the power of higher life-force (prana) that elevates the mind and increases our devotion.

Tahuti or Thoth: Head of the ibis; concentration (meditative spirit, possibly reference to the secret of the Aeon of Osiris; that male intervention is necessary for having children)

Bears a phoenix wand (resurrection through the generative process; multiple incarnations) and Ankh (breath of life)

Alternatively: Style and Papyrus (transmits words of the gods and records their acts)

It was seen from very early times that the use of speech or writing meant the introduction of ambiguity at best, and falsehood at worst; Thoth was therefore followed by an Ape (Cynocephalus, a sacred Egyptian baboon with the face of a dog) whose business was to distort the Word of God; to mock, to simulate, and to decieve.

Other myths suggest that Thoth created himself through the power of language.

Shapeshifter: could turn into a babboon.

The Ogdoad were created from his song.

Thought to have invented writing, medicine, magic, and the Egyptian's civil and religious practices (shared music with Hathor)

Recorded the verdict of the dead; He Who Balances

Voice of Ra

Author of Every Work on Every Branch of Knowledge, Both Human and Divine

The One Who Made Calculations Concerning the Heavens, the Stars, and the Earth.

Linked to creation of calendar

Said to be the husband or father of Seshat, an ancient goddess of wisdom. He absorbed most of Seshat's roles, and became seen as his female aspect (not in Hermopolis)

Overcame the curse of Ra, allowing Nut to give birth to her five children (a myth regarding a change of calendar), with his skill at games.

Astrological Mercury: Planet of connections; everything that links and conveys; synchronicity; the magical crossroads at which the observer stands to see the similarity of meaning in the converging strands of various causes and effects.

Meeting place of Mind and Matter; logic, wit, and reason are brought into play.

The ancestor of every action is thought, and how we say something is often more important than why we say it.

Words trigger attitudes and set up resonances up resonances of their own, continuing to do their work even when the attention is elsewhere.

Bridge between the self and the world.

Shows how one can 'hijack' people, places, and situations to our best advantage - the way one can go about getting their way.

Hermes: Messenger for Zeus, and his son by Maia of the Pleiadies, and guide to the underworld.

Trickster Child.

God of language, writing, travellers, thieves and cunning, herdsmen, teaching, athletics, astrology and astronomy.

Carried herald's wand Greek 'kerykeion', Latin 'caduceus'

Hermes Trismegistus: composite of Thoth and Hermes.

Origin of Hermetic texts

Inventor of language, guide of the dead, son and messenger of God.

Said to have written the book of Thoth, 'Hermetic' text relating to sacred knowledge of the gods.

Caduceus: contains a complete symbol of the Gnosis.

Winged sun (phallus) = joy of life on all planes from the lowest to the highest.

Serpents = active and passive = Eagle and Lion

Unites Microcosm and Macrocosm, and the symbol of the Magical operation which accomplishes this.

Life itself, and is of universal application.

Wings added in 2nd century CE, but did not become popular until 15th century.

Not to be confused with staff of Asklepios (one snake on a wooden staff), which is a symbol of healers.

Loki: Originally a chaotic neutral symbol, was changed to an evil chaotic one by Christian invaders.

Shapeshifter. Androgyne (takes on both male and female forms/roles). Magician.

Trickster; beyond concepts of “good” and “evil”. Works his will at all costs.

Pre-viking myths point to an earlier version of Loki as a creator god. The Poetic Edda also references Odin, Lodur (associated with Loki), and Hoenir as those who gave life to the first humans, with Lodur providing them with Life Fire.

Eleggua: (an article on misinterpretations of this diety) God of the roads and of liminal spaces.

In Santeria, is the most important of the Orisha. Without his blessing, nothing can proceed. Allows prayers to reach the Orisha. Facilitates divination.

The first to test our integrity and our word. “Because of this quality many followers of Santeria consider Elegba to be a trickster or a troublemaker. At our church we prefer to think of him as the great experimenter, always testing humanity to see what will happen next.”

In the Vision of the Universal Mercury, Hermes is seen descending upon the sea, which refers to Mary. (The path of Beth on the Tree of Life shows him descending from Kether, the Crown, upon Binah, the Great Sea)

To continue the identification, compare Christ's descent into hell with the function of Hermes as guide of the dead.

It may be noted here that Mercury and Venus are the planets between us and the Sun, as if the son and mother were mediators between the Earth and the father.

3 days for Mercury to become visible after separating from the orb of the sun, compared to Christ's resurrection after 3 days

The Lord of Illusion: Vi Veri Vniversum Vivus Vici = By the power of truth, I, while living, have conquered the universe

Universal Solvent: water & blood. sperm & amniotic fluid & menstrual blood

Alkahest: hypothetical universal solvent. Paracelcius' philosophers's Stone. Dissolve anything into it's elements.

Sal alkali: caustic potash in alcohol. Caustic lime, alcohol, and carbonate of potash.

Azoth: started as hypothetical universal solvent, later became term for element Mercury.

Symbol was caduceus

Name is medieval Latin, an alteration of Azoc, derived from Arabic al-zā'būq, "the mercury"

As the Universal Life Force, the Azoth is the animating energy of the body and the inspiration and enthusiasm that move the mind.

"light of nature", or "mind of God"

Philosopher's Stone: Ignis et Azoth fibi sufficiunt

Azoth is related to Ain Soph

“Azoth, or Universal Medicine, is, for the soul, supreme reason and absolute justice; for the mind, it is mathematical and practical truth; for the body it´s the quintessence, which is a combination of gold and light. In the spiritual world, it is the First Matter of the Great Work, the source of the enthusiasm and activity of the alchemist. In the mental world, it is intelligence and industry. In the material world, it is physical labor.

Sulfur, Murcury, and Salt, which, volatized and fixed alternatively, compose the Azoth of the sages. Sulfur corresponds to Fire, Mercury to Air and Water, Salt to Earth.” - Eliphas Levi, Transcendental Magic

Believed by Aleister Crowley to represent a unity of beginnings and endings by tying together the first and last letters of ancient alphabets (A, Aleph & Alpha) (Z, final in Latin) (O, final in Greek) (Th, final in Hebrew). Universal synthesis of opposites as a ´cancellation’ (i.e. solvent) or cohesion (i.e. medicine)

Schamayin: “(hebrew for ‘heaven’) who is Androgyne, who is Divine Fiery Water, the first outflow of the Word of God, the flaming river pouring from the presence of the eternal mind.

Universal Mercury or Azoth - the measureless spirit of life.

This original spiritual fiery water comes through Edem (”vapor” in Hebrew) and pours itself into the four main rivers of the four Elements.

In this Edem (vaporous essence or mist) is the first, or spiritual Earth, the incomprehensible and intangible dust out of which God formed Afam Kadmom, the spiritual body of man” - Manly P. Hall, The Secret Teachings of All Ages

Divinatory Interpretations:

Skill, wisdom, adroitness, elasticity, craft, cunning, deceit, theft.

Sometimes occult wisdom or power, sometimes a quick impulse, a “brain-wave”.

It may imply messages, business transactions, the interference of learning or intelligence with the matter in hand.

#magick #witch #witchblr #witchcraft #witches of tumblr #pagan community #magical theory #magic theory #magic community #tarot #toth tarot #tarot community

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squeeprojectsllc · 6 years

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On participating in creator/fan relationships in real time: Joe Bob Briggs Last Drive-In Marathon.

Long time beloved late night genre movie host, Joe Bob Briggs returned to streaming TV via Shudder for the first time in 17 years.

I’m an OG fan of his earlier shows Drive-In Theater and Monstervision as well as his books Joe Bob Goes to the Drive In and Joe Bob Goes Back to the Drive In and Profoundly Disturbing: Shocking Movies that Changed History They are all wonderful but parts of Profoundly Disturbing stick with me to this day and whenever I stay at a hotel which is fairly regular with my comic con schedule, I change the Do Not Disturb signs with a sharpie as an homage to his work.

When I heard the news that he’d return for a 24 hour+ one time streaming marathon screening of 13 horror films I went into full on #FangirlFlail mode. I could see on twitter other fans were beyond excited, too.

There were awesome new shirts from Fright Rags and I bought one immediately. It got here the day of the NiteHawk event he was hosting so like the dork I am, I wore it to meet him. That’’s the thing about fandom, sometimes you can’t keep your cool. You just need to fully embrace your passion even when you feel embarrassed by it. #fangirlshame #fighttheshame

We'd made casual arrangements for me to interview him. Although I didn't get the opportunity for the interview, I did get to hang out with him and the Shudder team for a snack and to discuss the upcoming marathon, the industry and horror films with them. I won't lie, that was freaking amazing.

The Shudder team was super excited about the opportunity to bring Joe Bob back to TV. I interviewed Shudder Curator, Sam Zimmerman about the upcoming event.

That video can be seen at https://youtu.be/tz_JKuyi2Bg

As the fans geared up for the marathon we shared our squee on social media platforms; and made plans to collectively gather on twitter, facebook, slack channel. (which I will never figure out), twitch and other platforms. Many of us posted videos and photos of how we’d be watching.

I made a vlog post about how I’d be watching https://www.instagram.com/p/BlMSxr_HxhZ/?taken-by=squeefilmmaker

Joe Bob had written n his regular column in TakiMag about what he called “The Loneliness of the Cord Cutter” Published a few days before the event.

“What we do there is we experience the movie as a group and then we discuss the movie as equals because we’ve all had the same emotional experience. I suppose, if we asked Camille Paglia or some other academic, they would tell us it’s some form of pagan worship.No one ever talks about this. If you ask the specialty theater managers, they’ll tell you about the brilliance of the 35-millimeter film image (true), the awesomeness of the sound system (true), or the various ways the film has been reconstructed, preserved, enhanced, or changed by the director. None of these things matter. What’s essential is the crowd—and it doesn’t matter whether it’s five people or five thousand. What matters is the agreement that “We will tell each other stories and we will feel that rush of knowing who we are and where we are and why we are here.”

Please read the full article here so the writers get paid fairly. They deserve it.

http://takimag.com/article/the_loneliness_of_the_cord_cutter_joe_bob_briggs/print#ixzz5LqJZV9kW

Then the internet failed us. Most of us couldn't access the stream on any of our devices. Fans posted various responses on social media. We were frustrated but we were here for Joe Bob and Shudder was doing their best to try to make it work. Fans posted funny tweets abut it. Fans rooted for Joe Bob and Shudder. We weren't going anywhere.

Fans started joking that Joe Bob Briggs broke the internet. We were kind of thrilled. The hashtag started trending. Now from a fan’s perspective this was wonderful. We weren't happy that we were missing the event we’d been longing for since #Monstervision got cancelled but there was tribal joy spreading.

I think that we felt that we were alone in our passion for Joe Bob and his work.

Then we discovered we were legion. Yes, we are the weirdos, mister. The Drive-in Mutants, the Monster Kids, the horror geeks. This was one of the best examples of a community of fans who didn't even know we existed coming together that I’ve ever experienced. And I’m multi-fandemic, participating in dozens of fandoms and this response was outstanding,

One of my twitter friends got access to it somewhere in the midst of Sleepaway Camp and offered to share it via Skype with me. Another fan got it going and shared the stream on Twitch with many fans. He was given a 24 hour ban from Twitch but became a hero to the other fans.

“One fan, known only as Cthlhu on Twitter, saw fit to help out the horror community as best he could by broadcasting the highly sought-out special on his Twitch stream. As a result, many fans were able to see the broadcast they’d been waiting for since the year 2000. Twitch, however, didn’t find the solution particularly heartwarming, as they suspended the user for 24 hours. Cthlhu didn’t seem to mind. (Please read the full article below so the writers get paid fairly)

https://www.inquisitr.com/4986333/horror-icon-joe-bob-briggs-comes-to-defense-of-fan-on-twitter-after-overwhelming-shudder-premiere/

I finally got the stream up on my laptop around 1 am and watched till about 5 am and it was everything I’d hoped for. By the time I got up the next day, Shudder had posted all the films that had aired up that point on their site separately so we could all catch up.

Then the man himself posted in his column

“You don’t write, perform, shoot, edit and broadcast a 24-hour show and then feel good about nobody being able to see it. You start out with a fear of disappointing the audience—I have the greatest fans in the universe, and I love them, and they’ve saved my ass a thousand times, and so preventing them from seeing the opening title card is sort of my ultimate nightmare.” Please read the full article so the writer gets paid fairly by using the link below. http://takimag.com/article/breaking_the_internet_joe_bob_briggs/print#ixzz5LqLVQ1hh

“But, Joe Bob, people will eventually see it, the important thing is that you broke the Internet.”

“If that’s the important thing, it shouldn’t be the important thing. Not everyone can hang around for two days monitoring their devices. The casually interested observer, who might have been barely intrigued enough to sample the show, was gone after 15 minutes and never came back. “Breaking the Internet” is not a happy thing for those of us who believe communication is better than gossip.”

Please read the full article by using the link so the writer gets paid fairly

http://takimag.com/article/breaking_the_internet_joe_bob_briggs/print#ixzz5LqL7ZT3Q

I absolutely understand Joe Bob’s disappointment. Any creator wants their hard work to be enjoyed, appreciated and successful. As a filmmaker and someone who’s worked in media for over 20 years, I get it. It was rough. On a much much smaller scale of course I’ve had panic attacks as I watched the tech person struggle to get my film screening during a panel. It’s an awful feeling.

But as a professional fan, it was an absolutely amazing experience. Now I know dozens of other weirdos that are just like me and I bet if Joe Bob wants to return to do any kind of short or long term hosting, we’ll all be there with him.

Update: Announced only moments after I posted this!

Now recite The Drive-In Oath along with the rest of us Mutants.

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#fandom #joe bob briggs #shudder #nitehawk #squee #troubledgirl #drive in #fan studies #community #monstervision #acafandom

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tdowning79 · 3 years

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When God created the orchard He planted two important trees: the tree of life and the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil. (This is the first reference the writer of Genesis made to good and evil.) The placement of the trees in the orchard set the stage for what was to come, the continual struggle and choice for the man and his offspring between good and evil. When God placed the man in the orchard to care for and maintain it, He gave the man specific instructions. He commanded the man not to eat from the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil. God knew that if the man were to eat from this tree he would die. The idea of death introduced in this command was more than a physical death, though that was included as well. The death that would occur for the man if he ate from the tree was a separation or alienation from God, causing a dramatic change in his relationship with his Creator. The command to not eat from the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil is the first command God gave to humanity. In the same way all aspects of creation were designed with a purpose and intent, God had an intention with His command for the man. God knew what would happen if the man were to eat from the tree, so God told the man not to eat from it. God’s first command to the man was good. It was meant to preserve the man’s life. All of God’s commands are meant to do this. All of God’s commands preserve our lives, give us wisdom, and bring joy. They have great value and purpose, and in following them we find guidance and blessing. While it is easy to see how this first command of God’s was right, it is not always as easy to see how all of God’s commands are right. When we keep our hearts fixed on Him we find wisdom in His commands and joy and life in keeping them. Prayer: Father God, Your law is perfect. Your law preserves my life. I can rely on Your instruction and gain wisdom from Your commands. I believe Your words are of greater value than gold. Help me desire Your way over mine. Amen. #morningdevotional #youversion #inthebeginning https://www.instagram.com/p/CUM6jjsL3oL/?utm_medium=tumblr

#morningdevotional #youversion #inthebeginning

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risalei-nur · 6 years

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TAFSIR: Risale-i Nur: The Letters Collection:The Twenty-Fourth Letter.Part4

S e c o n d P o i n t : The world and all things have three faces:

The First Face looks to the divine names and is their mirror. Death, separation, and non-existence cannot intrude on this face; it rather manifests renewal and remaking afresh.

The Second Face looks to the hereafter and gazes upon the World of Eternity; it is its arable field. Here, enduring fruits and produce are raised. It serves eternity and makes ephemeral things as though eternal. On this face too there is no death and decline, but the manifestations of life and eternity.

The Third Face looks to transient beings, that is, to us. It is the beloved of ephemeral beings and those who follow the caprices of their souls; the place of trade for the conscious; the arena of trial and examination for those charged with duties. Thus, the salve and cure for the pains and wounds of the transience and decline, the death and extinction, on this third face, are the manifestations of life and eternity in its inner face.

I n S h o r t : This flood of beings, these travelling creatures, are roving mirrors and ever-changing places of manifestation for the renewal of the Necessarily Existent One’s lights of creation and existence.

Second Station

[The Second Station consists of an Introduction and five Indications. The Introduction contains two Topics.]

F i r s t T o p i c : In each of the following five Indications is a comparison, written in the form of a dull, short-ranged telescope with which to observe the attributes of dominicality. The comparisons cannot contain the reality of those attributes; they cannot encompass them and be the measure of them, but they can assist in looking at them. Any phrases or expressions in the comparisons, or in the previous Signs, unfitting for the attributes of the Most Pure and Holy Essence are the fault of the comparisons.

For example, the meanings of pleasure, joy, and gratification known by us cannot express the sacred attributes; each rather indicates an observatory and is an aid to reflective thought. Also, by showing in a small example the tip of an encompassing, mighty law of dominicality, each proves the reality of the law present in the attributes of dominicality. For example, it is said that a flower departs from existence leaving thousands of existences behind it. This demonstrates a mighty law of dominicality that is in force in all the beings of spring, indeed, of all the world.

Yes, through whichever law the All-Compassionate Creator changes and renews the feathered dress of a bird, through the same law that All-Wise Maker renews the dress of the globe of the earth every year. Through the same law, He transforms the shape of the world every century. And through the same law, He will change the form of the universe at the resurrection of the dead.

Through whichever law He impels particles like Mevlevi dervishes, He makes the earth spin through the same law, like an ecstatic Mevlevi dervish rising up to dance the sama‘. And through that law, He causes worlds to revolve, and the solar system to travel through space.

Through whichever law He renews, repairs, and dissolves the particles in your body’s cells, through the same law He renews your garden every year, making it anew many times every season. And through the same law, He renews the face of the earth every spring, drawing a fresh veil over its face.

Through whichever law that All-Powerful Maker raises a fly to life, through the same law He restores to life the plane-tree opposite your win dow every spring; and through that law, He raises the globe of the earth to life in the spring; and through the same law He will raise creatures to life at the resurrection. The Qur’an alludes to this with the verse,

Your creation and your resurrection is but as a single soul.(31:28)

And so on; you can make further examples in the same way.

There are many laws of dominicality like these which are in force from particles to the totality of the world. Consider the immensity of these laws within dominical activity; note carefully their breadth and see the meaning of unity within them. Understand that each law is a proof of divine unity. Yes, since all these numerous and immense laws are the manifestations of knowledge and will, and since they are both the same and all-encompassing, they offer certain proof for the Maker’s unity, knowledge, and will.

Thus, most of the comparisons in the Words show through small examples the tips of laws like these, and by doing so, point to the existence of the same law in the matter claimed. Since the existence of the law is demonstrated through a comparison, it proves the assertion as categorically as a logical proof. That is to say, most of the comparisons in the Words should be considered categorical proofs and certain arguments.

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