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A Prayer for Hekate
“Oh Hekate, Queen of Witches, Our Dark Mother
Be my guide
Be my light in the dark
Enhance my faith
Open my intuition and lead me into perfection
The Moon, The Light, The Magic
Might they be a part of my craft
I am ready to open my heart, so be it.”
Illuminati invitation:
Based the membership criterion of the Illuminati, we find you are of great interest in possession of a good mastery of manual dexterity and academic proficiency. With this, we look at you as the class that will be the platform for which you stand to meet the wealthy people who can raise you to wealth, power, fame and glory. I strongly recommend that you join us in the Illuminati. Joining us you become wealthy and live the life you desire. Do you accept the offer?
Yes, I want to join you :) Thank you for your offer, I accept it!
Why do we descend into the underground? On purification.
🥀What are the undergrounds? They are the space of the unconscious, repressed contents, lies – both family and collective. 🥀Why go there at all? For balance, for truth, for the joy of being a free, happy sun during the day. It’s worth addressing, because these contents will surface sooner or later – in dreams, illnesses, or uncontrolled emotions. 🥀How to do it? Courageously, with full trust in the process. In trust in your inner Witches and Wizards. All the knowledge you need is already within you. 🌺1. Purification – the everyday. For purification, we don’t need circles, sage, or even soap. We just need the awareness that energy exists and influences us. The strength of our mind is enough. When you return from work, ground yourself, connect with your body, and say: I purify my aura. Focus on the sensations coming from your body and the space around you. A minute is enough. Alright, maybe five minutes to start. 😁 Stones can be helpful, like clear quartz. This stone literally "sucks" out what we don’t need. It’s a very interesting experience that you can feel. Sage or other herbs with purifying properties might also be helpful. Focus on the smoke, connect with it, watch how reality unfolds, and see what no longer serves you depart with it. 🌺2. Purification as a process. a) Use the New Moon’s energy. Intention: I purify my roots. You don’t need to be knowledgeable about astrology or know the sign the Moon is in. What’s important is to have a peaceful space to work through certain matters and allow yourself to feel all possible emotions. When repressed, heavy contents reach your awareness, you may feel physical discomfort or weakness. It usually affects the throat chakra and sacral chakra (the intestines and genital area). Building circles and working with elements might be helpful. But remember – your comfort is the most important. A warm tea, a blanket, a notebook, and the awareness that you’re meeting your best friend (which is yourself ☺️) are enough. Trust yourself. Be in your truth. b) Use your menstruation. Woman, menstruating person – use your incredible gift, your menstrual blood. Every month we purify our bodies, experiences, and our lineage. Give yourself one day during menstruation to consciously (from the mind’s perspective) decide to purify and let go of what no longer serves you. ☀️If you’re just beginning your journey with energy, give yourself time. This isn’t knowledge taught in schools, and you’ve never done this before. Calm, patience, and tenderness are the key.
my love, you have watched me all these years. you formed every inch of my body. my love, i am yours, devoted to you forever & always.
they can be narrow their eyes & whisper bad intentions but you protect me & I defend you.
Goddess Nyx said to have emerged at the beginning of creation. She is one of the most powerful entities within the Greek Gods. The mighty Zeus was scared of her and it is said Goddess Nyx is not seen as she has a cloak of invisibility, so few would have seen her and if other Gods did it would have been quite the meeting and an experience of rarity. I really like finding such mystical information on different Gods and of the Divine Feminine.
Never underestimate the power of the depictions of divinity. Here is Goddess Maat along with Goddess Isis with the disc with a U shaped symbol. I have always loved seeing Goddess Maat she is the one with the wings. People who feel other faiths and depiction of divinity other than their own are wrong are brainwashed, ignorant and harmful to others and the world. If their was only suppose to be one religion then why are their many?
Fictious depiction of Divinity or is it?
Through many cultures, faiths and depictions their is always Goddesses who control the elements and Storm is fiction but at the same time a paradox in that she does represents Divinity.
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"Do not leave me, for without you, I do not exist"
~ Andal
Andal amman, the great tamil bhakti poetess is one of my inspirations for madhurya bhava after Meerabai, she's the one who gets it!
Lord Ranganatha of Srirangam married Andal, who then merged with his idol. This divine marriage is celebrated annually.
This so romantic 💕TvT
Cosmas Megalommatis, Is History Secret?
(Book review of Umberto Eco's book, Foucault's Pendulum); DIAVAZO, fasc. 235 (March 21, 1990), pp. 113-128
Η Ιστορία Μυστική; (Βιβλιοκρισία του βιβλίου του Ουμπέρτο Έκο, Το Εκκρεμές του Φουκώ); Διαβάζω, τεύχος 235 (21 Μαρτίου 1990), σελ. 113-128
Download the book review in PDF:
https://www.slideshare.net/MuhammadShamsaddinMe/ss-9cf1 https://figshare.com/articles/journal_contribution/_b___b_/24720432
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>bored from indulging in the deeper ends of the magic system I am making
>Why not experiment with something more simpler?
>make a rough new system and wrote a POC around it.
>Reread just for fun... It follows a hard magic system...
Fuck...
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Welp, here's what I wrote... If you are reading anything below this point then know that I wank a lot of words. You are warned.
Oh and it's intended to be the first chapter of sorts...
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Maya closed the old worn tomb on her lap, 'Basics of herb mixing' - Soul Herbologist, Stevle. Maya sighed... Not at exhausting the last book from the tiny orphanage library... Maybe a bit from the endless puns the author sneaked into the entire lexicon... but more at the boring enlightenment spark she had finally observed last night... Maya stood up to return the book, It was a short way to the library, just a flight of stairs above from her room infact.
Maya walked the wooden creeks of her corridor, that she had haunted like a greedy serpentine gremlin for all of her whole 16 years of life, she had lived in the orphanage... She passed the wooden board from which she often took jobs... Or more specifically the various jobs that she would come to find specialization in... ofcourse! All due to the also boring soul trait she had... which she had proudly isolated when she was 12 years old! But as soon as Maya had done scanning through all available documentation of her soul trait in the measly library and the warden's head... Words could not define how bummed out she was...
Maya's soul trait was... 'trait-less', a simple soul trait, she cursed her own internal language for the trait-lessness of her soul... Her greed for cool shit had seeped into all of the neural netwoking she had aquired in her life... If everything she learns becomes clearly defined and outlined by study... Her venomous fantasy was never satiated... She had fimiliarised herself with every label she was acquainted with... Defining all words that helped one simulate the world in a more comminucatable objective fashion... It wasn't surprising that her neural network was quirkless... Why would her soul trait be anything other than... Trait-less.
Soul traits are what allows soul spiritualists to manifest metaphysical arcane abilities into reality. Every being has one... It's an emergent behaviour inherent to all intelligent beings.
Simpler soul traits form because the wielders inherently have less bias in their language... Therefore making scientific methodology a very synergetic life path the practitioner walked on.
But Maya? She had the simplest... The simplest in all of Permutation the universe allowed... And the same? was her undoing. Maya was never going to have a manifestable arcane ability due to the trait-lessness of her soul... Let alone the cool shit she always dreamed about...
It was a long way to the library, Maya recalled the many jobs she took from the board. It was necessary for everyone who had isolated their soul trait in the orphanage, to contribute to the orphanage.
But that wasn't why Maya took those many jobs... It was either to keep her pockets flowing... or otherwise to indulge in her never-ending quest to find and possibly unlock cool shit... She collected rare herbs, she had once helped a craftsman to make the design blueprint model of his soul puppet more ergonomic, despite her extremely limited expertise in the subject... She even helped a zoologist identify a specific hare he wanted to study! that could hop for a larger distance because it had a unique epigenetic expression... Sad and truly boring old times... But Maya smirked nonetheless... It was fun.
Maya turned the book in, to the librarian's trained hands, waving her a final, still smug, sayonara. She had already packed her things, which wasn't much to begin with... All practical stuff for travelling and some tools she knew would need, the small marsh green travel sack waited outside the warden's room.
Maya walked into the warden's room. The warden eyed her through his old dotting glasses, oddly sharp for the otherwise wrinkled skin behind it. "hmm... hmm... Are you sure about this dear Maya?", Zanish asked, The old bag of bones clutching her letter, that advocated that the holder has isolated their soul trait and has observed an enlightenment spark, everything needed to persue soul spiritualism.
"Why... Why Creed of Thought?”, the old warden asked, knowing that unorthodox academy was a hassle, for all its students.
Maya smirked, "Yes, Mr. Zanish", she replied. "I am certain that it is the best for me... You know me already, don't you?", she said with thick pretentious posh oozing from her tongue.
Zanish nodded, "yes yes... another hustler added to the Labrinth of hustling, They will let you in... It's not like they stop anyone anyway."
Maya giggled at the old man's habit of repeating the first word of his speech... She wasn't sure if she would miss him, but... it was always fun whenever she was caught sneaking out of her room after the 14th out of 16 fractions of the day.
Zanish signed the document hesitantly, Creed of Thoughts was an academy that didn't teach... Atleast in term of orthodox education... They merely traded resources for information. All promising soul spiritualists would trade by showcasing their, any and all, acquired synergy between their soul trait and enlightenment spark... for credits. Credits that the Creed awarded for getting to document that emergent synergetic behaviour showcased, they would award more for any questions they ask, ofcourse.
And it is these credits that were used to exchange resources, that the Creed traded. Money, textbooks, research material, arcane tools, a lecture on a topic of interest, physical demonstration, beast essence, usage of the many workshops and its facilities, herbs and much more! You name it! For the right credit? They trade it! Some even got a chance to enter the whispy archive of dreams, just for a limited period ofcourse.
It didn't matter that the Creed was originally formed by a malevolent faction... Their system for education was fair, that is all that mattered. The begrudging Benevolent Factions never got any excuse to scrutinise them... For the academy itself wasn't making any combat force for itself like every other faction was...
But the biggest problem for Maya, in Zanish's perspective, was that she had observed the Whispers of the Void as her enlightenment spark... The slowest of all enlightenment sparks.
Enlightenment spark is a signal observed by a being in their neural circuitry... The specific conditions that triggered the spark, basically a matching of a neural signal to a perfected contradiction-less neural circuitry called 'enlightenment', was unknown...
Enlightenment spark serves to shape and therefore dictate the how's and why's of one's soul trait is manifested... And the whispers of the void? It had a torturous pace... It requires one to align their neural signalling with the Void itself... The now aligned signals would become the Void's whispers... The whispers broke chunks out of one's soul form and then worked as a solvent to glue the pieces in any Permutation... Repeat the process to ad nauseum, and the soul gets granular and granular each iteration... Basically making one's soul, clay like... which can be molded in any manner...
What this enlightenment spark gave in versatility of manifesting one's soul trait... It also came with the drag of refinement and the inevitable analysis paralysis of doing actual intelligent design without a fixed end shape... The Whispers of the void was well documented! It allowed for a better accuracy of manifestations but it brought nothing unique the other myriad enlightenment sparks synergising with the various soul traits brought.
Zanish also knew Maya's soul trait was traitless... and knowing that brought him the burden of knowledge that Maya wasn't going to manifest anything metaphysical, Period. For there had been no recorded metaphysical arcane abilities acquired by a trait less soul spiritualist, except ofcourse... They were precise with whatever they did.
Precision and efficiency of a trait less soul... Accuracy and versatility from the whispers of the void... That is all Maya had... Oh and also that smug annoying want for the 'cool shit' she had always claimed she was gonna manifest, ringing in the old man's ears since the age her innocence turned into greed... Zanish sighed... The probability of having both a traitless soul and the Whispers of the void enlightenment spark must be the last plack fraction away from zero... For this Permutation has never been documented in all of his old wisdom... No known example for Maya to follow...
Zanish handed the letter to Maya, "here... here... you better don't disappoint me, lad. Or... Or I am gonna punish you next for never breaking any rules this time around", Maya knew he meant that as a challenge, to find an actual manifestable metaphysical arcane ability out of her hand of cards.
Maya pulled her eyelid down and taunted with her tongue out, bleah. Even if this is a good bye, she wasn't not going to be a brat.
Maya took her small travel sack, now resting on her shoulder, as she set off to Yana, where the Mystical Labyrinth of the Creed of Thought slumbered.
The Creed of Thought was carved into the heart of a literal giant, a stone monolith otherwise. Dreaming in its grey granite mass. What made the stone mountain move? all slow in the plains of Yana... going nowhere... No one knew...
Maya caught up to her friend, Rundra. A fluffy dog for a man, tall and lean, yet built like a rectangle, warm yet rigid as the earth beneath him... they were from the same orphanage... Rundra was also a promising soul spiritualists... his soul trait was 'vigor', it gave him irrational will power and a slightly accelerated self healing capacity due to an unique epigenetic expression... he also had glimpsed the enlightenment spark, 'path of indifference'... Maya never figured out why the synergy bummed him... it sounded cool as shit! 'Indifferent Vigor!', A famous previous wielder of both had manifested Weapon Egos into all her blades... its path never bargained with anyone! but Rundra doesn't seem very excited about it...
Maya thinks Rundra decided to start academy because of her... but why did he choose Creed of Thought too? Little did she know it was Zanish that pestered him to go out and experience his life... He chose Creed of Thought simply because Maya was confident it was gonna be a ride.
"hey, ready to leave?", Maya asked
"I would have long been gone if I didn't wait for you to finish the last few pages of that book", Rundra said with a stearn face... but Maya knew he was wagging his imaginary tail already in excitement.
It was going to be a long journey... Longer because Maya was hell bent on hitch hiking her way there... Spending money on travelling a well travelled path? Especially with a lot of traffic? What is this... A scam? Maya grinned, soon she got a lift on an two oxen pulled carriage... The animals looked well worked... Well feed too! looking at the slush it pulled, logged in the carriage... Maybe its epigenetic expression would be worthy of study... Maybe its beastial essence can be extracted?
Maya closed her eyes long after Rundra, the oxen's beast essence wasn't going to offer an epigenetic suggestion for her body to mimic, especially in any kind that would lead to cool shit...
And with that, Maya turned to the brilliant moon, she could swear it was dim before... But it's not long before a snot bubble starts to inflate and deflate from her nose, as Maya drowsed away into sweat slumber.