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everything is a learnable skill
ur twenties are weird. i have the priorities of a kindergartener again. i don’t know what in the hell is going on EVER. i like colors. i like soup. i want to take a nap
women know hunger too well & not even in the sense of food/appetite (though that is painfully prevalent in so many of us) but hunger for identity, to be heard, desperate to be seen & then to not be seen at all, to simply be. a hunger that feels all consuming & then we end up devouring ourselves from the outside in just in order to deny our appetite for life & love. to hide our wants & desires. it aches all of the time & it’s so tiring i just want to feel full i want to feel satisfied with myself my body my existence
CALLING ALL WITCHES: I Have a New Year’s Proposal
And I want you to join me.
Some background:
I was inspired to do this when I went to the grocery store for some ice. Some of my followers may know that I was laid off in July, mere days after emergency gallbladder surgery. I’m deep in debt, living off my pension of 2 weeks pay for every year I worked there. I have to be very careful with how I spend my money. I was in line at the 99 Cent Store, just buying ice. When you buy ice at this store, you ask for it at the register, pay for it, then go get it on your way out the door. I guess too many customers were putting ice in the cart and wandering the store for hours, causing lots of slip hazards.
Anyways, I was in line and because I had no items for the belt, I just put down two separators to indicate that I was a person between the guy ahead of me and the guy behind me.
The guy behind me started to load up his groceries, but placed them between my separators by mistake. I just put a new separator down in front, to recreate the opening. No big deal. He immediately apologized when I explained I just have ice. We had a pretty short laugh about it, and when I went up to pay, the cashier said it was $1.10. I had $2, but forgot about the tax. I turned to the guy behind me and said “Hey man, you got a dime? It’d be a shame to break a whole dollar.” He immediately said yeah and grabbed a quarter. “I got you.”
Thanks, man.
The next part is the call to action.
On my way out, I told him “May 2020 be the year that everything goes your way. May you benefit in ways that are important to you, whether you know what they are or not.”
What I want to do this year is get the witches of the internet involved in a mass blessing of strangers who show even the tiniest kindnesses. Reward those who do things for others with no ulterior motive.
I’m hoping the world gets a little bit better for everyone this year, when kindness is rewarded with blessings.
Are you with me? REBLOG! SHARE! COMMENT!
Do the Jana have any practical, day-to-day spheres of influence? I know they have virtues, but they seem distant.
Tumblr ate my last answer, and this one is far clunkier. Forgive me.
But yes. I have made a study of the Great Janati, pulling from original Madrian sources and modern Filianic sources, as well as personal research. Most of my ideas are still hodge-podge brainstorms, but I will post the three most ‘complete’ answers below.
-Sai Vikhe is the Opener. The cutting edge, the strength to endure. She is the patron of warriors, medical surgeons, firemen, and anyone else who uses blades or force to save lives and remove danger. She is precision, a rallying cry, and the protector of those who cannot protect themselves from the danger they face. At the highest level, she is Holy Valour. The neverending war against the demons, against Irkalla; to fight for eternity, to fight to exhaustion and beyond because without her protection, we would be consumed by monsters within and monsters without. The valour to wield truth like a blade, the sharpest blade.
-Sai Sushuri is the Soother. The healing touch, the deep water. She is patron of psychiatrists, hospice workers, and naturopathic medical professionals, as well as boaters and fishermen; any who make their money off the open waters. She is the calm lake and the terrible storm, for hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. At the highest level, she is Holy Love. Gentle love and fierce love, the love of Dea for us. A love that compelled the Daughter to be shattered for our ultimate healing and redemption, and the love that tore apart the very gates of hell itself.
-Sai Mati is the Knower. The keen eye, the knowing hands. She is patron of advisers, farmers and craftsmen, of those whose hands and minds provide what civilization needs. Librarians, researchers, farmers, mechanics, carpenters; knowledge that improves the material world. At the highest level, she is Holy Wisdom. The saying, “Any work done prayerfully becomes an offering of infinite virtue” comes to mind. The maiden picking apples who cuts one open and is suddenly struck by the epiphany of the Pentacle within- that is Sai Mati.
This is the extent of my comprehensible research. I’ll add to it as I go.
Blessed is she.
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Peace can be a terror when you have never known it before.
Moments passed, and nothing happened, and nothing happened. The safety promised by the embrace blurred the line between the body and the spirit, and her heart and her soul both ached as one. She could scream now, and she did, relentlessly, wordlessly, a cry of hurt and terror, of discovery and loss.
What a waste it all had been. She had done everything expected of her, she had stayed so cautiously within the borders of girlhood, of propriety, of safety. All for nothing.
In the end, there was just no way to be careful enough.
And With Her Went the Spring
by CAROLINE RATAJSKI
Wheat fields are more mystical than fields of other crops. You are 7,000 times more likely to meet an old god or see a portent of doom in a wheat field than in a field of like… soybeans.
