One
I want to share this thing I see
with anyone who wants to be
another version of the person
they’ve been sold they’re
to believe
they are,
they were,
they will become
when it all feels a little numb
and little voices in their head
start queuing up another drum.
You'll know the feeling very well
because the signs & symptoms tell
you that what you have learned
does not hold up
to satisfy
your wants,
your needs,
the endless void
that sits so deep within your heart
it causes pain you can’t explain
away when you pull it apart.
The missing piece is never lost
but searching high and low will cost
some precious time and energy
that could perhaps be better spent
to love
your self,
your health,
the opportunity
to take responsibility
for being human - being here
and now with this ability.
Its implicit beauty (and yours too)
is what I want to share with you
so that you can begin to see
what seems to be important
when you focus your
attention,
energy,
and efforts
into the soup of consciousness
that makes this matrix dance & sing
eternal songs of endless bliss.
But you don’t have to look so far
inside to find that you’re a star
quite literally and burning ultra-light
waves full of endless love’s
deafening vibration -
the sound,
the sense,
the notion that
it’s always been there waiting
for your eyes to close, so your eye could open
and show you how god is creating.
I want to watch the stage play
out with every bit of every day
with you, with our eyes shut so
we can see how absolutely
magnificent
it is,
it was,
it will become
as it unfolds under the sun
and moon and feel the gratitude
that flows forever in the one.
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HL Fic Library 🌚 Supernatural Fics
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🦇 domestic monsters (series) by @g-uttertrash {E, 234k}
Harry is a witch from a long line of power, an ancient line that’s one of the strongest left alive in their hemisphere. He can cast spells without a word if need be, fly on a broomstick, and has a black cat (a kitten, really) named Felix that is his animal familiar. He can shape galaxies in his cupped hands and can destroy them just as easily. He can choose exactly how to use his power, for encouragement and support, or for more nefarious causes if he wishes to.
And as fate would have it, he’s scared of haunted houses.
(Harry is a witch who carries around a stuffed pumpkin, Louis is a vampire with too much time on his hands, and their best mates Zayn & Niall aren't exactly what they seem...)
🦇 Collision by itjustkindahappened / @tequiladimples {E, 226k}
Mythology/Fairytale!AU in which Louis is a dainty fairy with a temper who wants to be intimidating and Harry hurts people. Naturally, they hate each other.
(Featuring Liam, the big and not-so-bad wolf who’s got a thing for humans, Zayn, a human with supernaturally good looks, and Niall, the cupid who just wants his job to be easier.)
🦇 Run Like the Devil by benzos / @churchrat {E, 139k}
Harry stops pouting, but his frown is still fixed in place. “Are you sure?” he asks. “You know it’s your soul you’re signing away.” He sounds…sad? No, that’s not right, but there’s something.
Christ. This is the most incompetent demon Louis’ ever met. If he hadn’t seen the red of his eyes he wouldn’t believe he was a demon at all. How’d he get this job if he isn’t trying to convince Louis to deal? Or is it just another trick? A ploy for sympathy?
“I’m sure,” Louis says. “Come over here and kiss me.”
Supernatural AU. Louis hunts demons; Harry's the strangest demon he's ever met, and he keeps fucking meeting him.
🦇 House of The Rising Sun by @itsmotivatingcara {M, 101k}
“It wasn’t me.” Louis said after they’d walked a block in silence, Harry glanced over in surprise but this time Louis didn’t meet his eyes, instead looking ahead. The moonlight cast shadows under his striking cheekbones, and not for the first time, Harry thought he was eerily beautiful - though immortality would likely have a hand in that. “It was supposed to be, but I got caught up in something else.”
“Something more important than murdering a witch” Harry snarked, “Will wonders never cease.”
He felt Louis’ irritation before he spoke again, “Careful, little lamb.” He murmured.
Little lamb.
Harry despised the nickname Louis had given him when they’d first met nine months prior. Little Lamb to the slaughter, Louis had said mockingly.
Or The Originals AU that no one asked for.
🦇 Black with Autumn Rain by whimsicule {T, 93k}
“Thank you,” Geoff says, taking a sip of his tea. “What did you tell him?”
Louis has a sip as well, lets the tea burn down his throat too quickly, too hot, and he feels it all the way down to his stomach. “The truth. Essentially,” he replies after a moment, licking his lips, relishing the slightly bitter taste of the brew that’s never quite strong enough for Louis’ liking. At least it’s not decaf. “That my dog scented it. That I didn’t touch the body. That I came here first thing.”
Geoff nods pensively. “Did he believe you?”
“Probably not. There’s only so many people who can drown on dry land before it gets fishy.”
or: Harry is a journalist, Louis has lots of secrets and the moors aren't exactly the ideal place to rekindle a lost romance.
🦇 The Devil In My Brain by @princesshalo {E, 74k}
“Jesus Christ!” Louis yells as he jumps back in reaction to Harry once again popping up out of nowhere.
Harry doesn’t even flinch.
“Quite the opposite.” He jokes, holding out one of the drinks for Louis to take. A freshly sizzling vodka Red Bull; his favorite.
Louis’s initial reaction is the thought you remembered.
His rational brain says, “No thanks.”
“Louis.” Harry says it like a concerned parent, the tone of it matching the way his mum used to say Boo Bear, you have to eat your vegetables to grow up big and strong, and that ignites something feral within him.
“Satan.” He counters, same tone coupled with a glare and a pair of arms crossed over his chest.
Louis used to be good friends with Harry, until he woke up alone and immortal with no one to blame but The Devil himself.
🦇 Tied to Fate by @littlelouishiccups {E, 52k}
After his estranged father’s death, Harry inherits a castle in England that has belonged to his family for generations and he knows nothing about. When he breaks up with his boyfriend, Harry decides England is the perfect place for a small vacation. He isn’t prepared to meet Louis Tomlinson, a ghost who once lived in the castle and has haunted it for over five hundred years. He’s even more unprepared to fall in love with him.
🦇 we should open up (before it's all too much) by @disgruntledkittenface {M, 43k}
“I’m not–” Harry breaks off, his voice strangled as he clutches his phone in his hand. He takes a breath and looks up, trying to keep the tears threatening to spill over at bay. “Louis, I’m not very good company these days. I–”
“Harry,” Louis interrupts, his raspy voice soft and soothing. “I get it. Sometimes it’s just easier to be alone, yeah?”
Harry nods, blinking back the last of his tears.
“But it can get lonely,” Louis states. Harry nods again even though it wasn’t a question, finally looking back at him. “So why don’t we try being alone, together?”
Struggling with grieving and depression since his dad died, Harry has never felt so alone. It’s too much to cope with on his own, but he feels like a burden when he tries to open up with people.
Then he meets Louis.
🦇 The Haunting of Louis Tomlinson by @helloamhere {T, 31k}
“I'm not afraid of ghosts,” Louis said.
Every single magnet unstuck itself from the fridge and fell to the floor in a clattering cascade.
“I'm only a little afraid of ghosts,” Louis said.
OR: Louis is a plucky Gothic Heroine, Harry is a Mournful Spirit, and Big Country Houses are full of mystery and suspense, as Big Country Houses ever are!
🦇 Where the World has Come Together by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup {M, 26k}
For the crime of elven blood running through his veins, Louis Tomlinson spends his days protecting the human kingdom he’s been cast out of. Forcibly tied by magic to the very walls that encircle the city, he and the other guards do what they can to find some semblance of a life.
Then, against Louis’ wishes, someone new is added to their number. How is he supposed to share living quarters with a monster?
🦇 The Blood of Love by @mugglemirror {E, 25k}
Harry is a nurse and Louis is a painting worth more than a thousand words. As desire and darkness encompasses him, Harry has to learn the secrets of Thorne Hills manor before he succumbs to the mystery that surrounds him.
🦇 Campus Creatures by @kingsofeverything , YesIsAWorld / @louandhazaf {E, 25k}
It’s senior year for werewolf Louis Tomlinson and vampire Harry Styles, and as presidents of their respective fraternities, they’re determined to do it right.
Though what that means is anybody’s guess.
🦇 In the Strangest of Ways by SunTomato / @sun-tomato {NR, 17k}
Louis Tomlinson is a historian with English Heritage, specialised local history and folklore.
When he is hired to research the origins of a mysterious music sheet, he soon finds he’s not the only one at the manor; a dark presence keeps following him around. The more time he spends at the historic site, the clearer it becomes that something tragic happened here.
And when the haunting sounds of a melancholy piano piece accompanied by the vague shadow of a beautiful male figure appear, Louis is determined to find out who this beautiful man was and what happened to him…
🦇 it's time to find your wings again by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed {T, 12k}
The first reports are dismissed, as tall tales or folklore. As mental illness, poor Bathilda, she’d gone loopy. As people simply getting scared in the dark woods and seeing things, making things up. Magic isn’t real. Mythological creatures aren't real.
But then the first one is caught. A faun, that little Meg from around the corner swears has attacked her in the woods, and everyone comes to the marketplace to see the faun be hanged for its crimes. Louis doesn’t want to go, but at the same time, he finds himself unable to stay away. Not when this proves what he’s wanted to believe all along, that magic is real.
Louis is twenty when he starts working at the prison. His fascination for supernatural creatures had turned into something most closely resembling loathing over the years, due to the many stories of their evildoing, and although he still doesn’t believe in hanging them for their crimes, he does believe in keeping the town safe. In making sure that his siblings get to grow up without fear of being kidnapped or hurt. As the oldest son, it feels like his duty to make sure that no creature in the wide area will ever pose a threat to anyone.
🦇 Far Afield by QuickedWeen / @becomeawendybird {T, 11k}
Harry Styles is a witch who owns the best flower shop in Manchester. Lottie Tomlinson is planning her wedding, and brings her brother along to her first appointment. Both men have been having a bad day and sparks fly.
🦇 Just Your Jinx by @larryatendoftheday {T, 10k}
Harry Styles may or may not have accidentally jinxed his extremely fit new neighbor, and it's not so easy to make things right.
🦇 Babe, There's Something Lonesome About You by patdkitten / @babyarcanacasey {M, 8k}
Louis is a hedge witch, who lives a lonely, solitary life. He's quite happy with his shop in Door County, selling New Age magics to the tourists. He also has his cats and his birds to keep him company. But his best friend Liam thinks he needs someone around, and he's got just the person: Liam's friend Harry is coming to the area for the tourist season and since Louis has all this space....
🦇 Somethin' Old and Red by nonsensedarling / @absoloutenonsense {NR, 5k}
There was a ritual with these things. He’d pour a splash into a wine glass —his favourite little joke was telling humans he loved a nice glass of red every now and again— then sat down in his living room and listened to music while he drank. Every time he changed the record —or, what was it they called them nowadays? 8tracks? MP3s? Playlists? It was difficult for Harry to keep up with the technology, especially as much as things had changed over the last few decades— he would change the music before refilling the glass. He liked to savour his meals. He could get at least two evenings out of a bag that way, which worked very well for Harry’s schedule. His wine glass was in front of him on the counter, and he was ready to pour.
🦇 The Hidden Hills Restaurant by amomentoflove / @daggerandrose {E, 4k}
“Are you sure you want to hear about this? Wouldn’t you rather hear about what I’ll do to you? How often? How long? How many fin—“
“I like to get to know my potential clients before agreeing to anything,” Louis says and lays down the menu. He’s thinking of steak. Something meaty, juicy, and hearty.
Harry’s arched eyebrow at the word ‘potential’ doesn’t escape Louis’ notice.
or the one where Louis is a personal feeder and Harry is the vampire to be his next client
🦇 Rapture by @allwaswell16 {E, 3k}
It was New Year's Eve in Victorian London, and a lonely vampire could no longer resist the stunning lamplighter he watched night after night.
Or, a vampire Harry fic because what says the holidays like Victorian vampires?
🦇 Just a little taste by @lunarheslwt {G, 3k}
“Little dove,” Louis crooned, making Harry shiver a little, affected, “you’re shaking. Do you want to bite?”
Harry stilled. He knew what Louis was asking. He knew Louis probably could sense how in dire need of comfort he was. He knew Louis was offering. And yet-
“No,” he whispered, even as he felt the strong urge to let his lips trace the well-known path to the spot he usually bit into, “I could hurt you.”
“Harry, my darling, you haven’t hurt me once in the numerous times you’ve needed to bite. Today will be no different. You know it’ll do you good.”
Harry sucked his bottom lip between his teeth, torn. In the end, it was an offer he was too weak to resist.
“So…do you want to? Little taste?”
“Yeah,” Harry rasped out, “please.”
Or, Harry is a vampire that comes home one night, grappling with the darkness that comes with being one. Louis offers him unwavering love, acceptance and the one thing he needs but is reluctant to ask for; permission to bite for the sake of comfort and safety seeking.
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A blessing is a blessing
November 2021 was a particularly difficult time for me. I had a lot of things going on and was very much feeling challenged by the Universe. Nothing was in my control but everything had a significant effect and consequence on my life at the time. Things didn’t seem fair but on this spiritual journey, I stopped and asked what the opportunity was among all the chaos. The one that stood out was that I had no control over anything and I had to hand over control to the Universe. It hasn’t let me down before and it was yet another time I had to put trust and faith in a higher power. The other opportunity, to experience and appreciate the beauty that came from blessings bestowed by other and directly opposing faiths. In this blog, I would like to share that experience with you.
Prior to the chaos of the time, I started a new role with a new company, managing a new team, meeting new people and exposure to new opportunities. Although I didn’t ask, I’m pretty observant and noticed that every person around me had a different spiritual orientation. When taking on a new team, I usually look at what’s important to them in this space so that I can share in and acknowledge the holidays and beliefs they observe so as to share in the happy times but also to not offend anyone..
Out of all the religions and spiritual orientations in the team, the one I knew the least about was that of a Jehovah's Witness. I always knew that they didn’t celebrate birthdays and couldn’t accept blood transfusions, but that’s all I knew. So I did some reading. The piece that interested me the most was WHY they didn’t celebrate birthdays as in an office environment, that’s the main time everyone buys cake and awkwardly sings to the birthday person. This is what I learnt:
No where in the Bible does it say that they can’t celebrate birthdays.
The Bible does say that people are not to practice deviation of any sort which includes bestowing blessings or wishes on anyone.
It was a Pagan practice to wish people well around their birthday as it was believed that during that time, demons and dark energy tried to influence the birthday person.
Bestowing “Birthday Wishes” of a “Happy Birthday” was considered a form of deviation as it was to protect the person from the bad stuff.
I found this fascinating but not surprising. It’s not the first time that I have heard about this being forbidden, in fact they used to burn men and women at the stake for doing this. It seems the Jehovah's Witness just take it a step further and don’t observe birthdays including Jesus’ birthday, for this reason!
So where does this fit when the coffee cup scrying, card reading, spirit seeing Gypsy is having a hard time?
Knowing my faith was different to hers, she reached out on her days off and on weekends to tell me that she was thinking of me, praying for me and even shared a heart-felt Bible passage that meant something to her in the hope that I would find comfort and light in the darkness. I could choose to take this one of two ways…. I could dismiss her gesture as we don’t share the same faith, in fact, what I follow is strictly forbidden in her faith, or I could graciously accept her prayers, thoughts and kindness. I chose the latter and let me tell you why.
On my journey, I have learnt that it takes energy, sometimes a lot of it to focus on an intention to make something happen. Praying to a deity whether it’s God, Jehovah, Lilith, Gaia, Allah or any other deity is usually with good intent. Someone is literally asking the one spiritual entity they feel closest to to send you protection, love, happiness or whatever it might be. Wow! Just Wow! They could have asked for a million dollars or for a Range Rover but no, they asked a higher power to help with YOUR happiness. There is something pretty special in that.
What it came down to for me was kindness. People always say “it’s the thought that counts” yet when someone from a different faith puts out a positive intention, they can often be dismissed and at times even scoffed at. They aren’t forcing spirituality or religion down your throat, this is an act of kindness from a spiritual or religious person using what they believe in to wish you well. This could be all they can offer. They may have nothing more to give than a thought or a prayer or a small trinket. That isn’t something to dismiss.
So in a nutshell, my learning is:
Kindness is universal.
If someone is of another practice to you, as long as they come with good and pure intentions, why don’t we accept them as freely?
Ignorance IS NOT bliss. Ignorance is optional. If you care enough about someone or something, you will learn more about it.
In a world of spirituality, there is no room for passing judgment. Lets face it, we’re all just doing what we feel is right to feel fulfilled.
There are over 4000 recognised religions around the world. Who’s to say who has it right? We’re all doing the same thing just with different deities. Who’s to say who’s right?
Judgment should only be passed by a higher power. While we are here on Earth, we are equals and just as important as each other. Let’s start sharing instead of snubbing, accepting instead of denouncing, honouring differences instead of using it as a reason to divide.
To point number one, just be kind.
Whatever your faith, whatever your orientation, whatever your belief, if you’re kind, you’re ok by me.
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