a god within

anonymous asked:

you were not kidding, the tsar is eeeeeeevil! this last chapter revealed a little bit of his motivations, but i cant stop being curious about his past now and how was the relationship between him and pitch before this all. can you tell us anything about the tsarina or their son? i have a habit of wondering about people that are only mentioned in stories, and im loving your worldbuilding in this one x_x

The Tsar is definitely not being all that nice to Jack at the moment (he’s evil as all get out). :D We’ll definitely find out more re: his motivations too, and the relationship he used to have with Pitch.

We’ll find out more about Mihail (the Man in the Moon / son) and Agnessa (the Tsarina) as the story progresses. But…maybe not a ton more.

Agnessa is a grounded, good-hearted person. She’s under no illusions re: her husband and has made several strategic decisions to protect Mihail - she doesn’t think the Tsar would abuse him, she just also doesn’t think Mihail should spend too much time around him. Which is why we sometimes see Mihail with Seraphina, or why Eva talks about how she has helped out with Mihail a great deal. (Eva and Agnessa are close friends -> as are Agnessa and Toothiana).

Mihail is neuroatypical, and bright and observant. He sees far more than he lets on (I mean most kids do, honestly, but given he is selectively mute, he doesn’t often convey how much he knows. He speaks in the sign language of the Lune pictogram alphabet, but he doesn’t speak to everyone with that, and Seraphina is one of the few people he’ll actually converse with. Sandy’s another).

They both live quite separate lives to the Tsar. The Tsarina turns up for public appearances with him, but otherwise they don’t spend much time together. And Mihail doesn’t actually come out for public appearances due to fears of assassination attempts (something the Tsar had to deal with as a child - he’s very protective of Mihail in this sense, even as he’s kind of…aware that Mihail can’t necessarily inherit the throne either). Agnessa is also pretty adept with a stiletto knife.

Agnessa is kind of mercurial. She’s secretive, she tends to stay out of what her husband is doing, which is why we never see her around the Tsar within the Palace. She is fiercely protective/loving of Mihail, but also lets him roam, because she knows he enjoys that and doesn’t believe in smothering her child. She’s garnered some criticism for this (esp. from people who think that because Mihail doesn’t talk/doesn’t make eye contact, he couldn’t be smart enough to be let to go roam through the Palace on his own), but she defends his intelligence readily, though she does encourage him to preferably hang out with Seraphina, mostly because she knows they get along. (Seraphina kind of considers him the younger brother she never wanted but loves anyway, lol).

Having hatred for yourself or other human beings in your heart is sin. It’s allowing sin against you to produce sin within you. God didn’t create us to reproduce the attitudes of those around us; He made us to live in and through Christ.

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Meanwhile, Oikawa is sulking hiding behind a rock.

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, ‘Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?’ Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It’s not just in some of us; it’s in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.
—  Marianne Williamson, A Return to Love: Reflections on the Principles of “A Course in Miracles”
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, ‘Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?’ Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It’s not just in some of us; it’s in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.
—  Marianne Williamson

World of Wakanda is literally about black lesbians (and white men showing up where no one wants them and subsequently gettin they ass beat)

Within each of us exists a beautiful energy from which we were created.  This energy shines through to everyone else that we meet, and our authentic selves become connected with other positive energies around us.

anonymous asked:

Poetry recs? Like your absolute absolute favourites

Okay these are the ones that made me die a little

A Dream Within A Dream by Edgar Allan Poe
Read by sociopathicneighbor
A Dream Within A Dream by Edgar Allan Poe

A Dream Within A Dream
——————————-
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?


when divinity looks down on men, and they open their mouths — their tongues slithering down: from mouth, to throat, to lungs and hearts and ribs ——

black, swollen things that lick the insides; yearning for a taste of mortality, because when you are eternal and immortal and omniscient all you want is to breathe time in and feel it corrode your bones. decay swinging to the ticking of the clock and men——

humanity looks up at divinity, and searches for eternity; prophets with eyes like glass, skeletal and fearless as they stare back. languidly ingested alive by the Gods they yearn to touch.

until they are people-shaped shells and monsters lurk behind the expanse of those washed out eyes.

— Behind his eyes a monster lurked. ||  Eliot C. ©


”Christ beneath me, Christ above me,
Christ to my right, Christ to my left.
CHRIST WITHIN ME.

This icon is precisely about that last line: the fulfilment of it all, the calling of all creation, the true self of each of us:
my Creator within my being.

Press your hands against your heart and feel Christ - I’ve seen the old fathers in my monastery make this gesture as they were praying the Jesus prayer. Completely unaware of what they were doing, entirely caught up in the reality of whatever they were experiencing - something almost like an unwilling confession, they were pointing to their heart as if to say: here, here is where Christ lives. I remember feeling ashamed to witness this. I remember looking down, as if trying not to stain what I was witnessing with the unworthiness of my own heart. That gesture of theirs, those fingers pressing against their chest have been with me ever since, and this icon is about THAT.

Press your hands against your heart and feel Christ. He is already there, His Kingdom has always been there. Not as a metaphor, not as a symbol, but Christ-God Himself, as real as His Body and Blood.

Happy name-day to all who are blessed to have St Patrick as their protector.
May the great Saint hold you in his arms when you need him most.”

(Icon and text via Mull Monastery of All Celtic Saints)