a life without light


i’ve been trying to post a drawing every day so…here’s some lineless practice with allura holding… molten steel? a star? you decide.

  • keith: i would literally die for-
  • everyone at the same time: yes, you would die for hunk, we know, you would die for hunk so fast, he's the light of your life, you would die for him without a second thought, we KNOW, you would take a bullet for hunk you'd fucking die for hunk ok we know, we get it, YOU wOULD DIE FOR HUNK. WE GET IT.

Houses 1, 3, and 4 say a lot about our childhood and upbringing, whereas houses 9, 10, and 11 say who we grow up to be, how we assert ourselves out in the world based upon our earlier influences. You can turn a reading into a story by describing how someone’s background (1st, 4th, and 3rd houses) led them to where they are now. If you start interpreting charts this way, you’ll gain deeper psychological insight. The easiest way to do this is to connect someone’s 4th house planets and IC, to to their 10th house planets and MC, but you can get creative and perceive even more about what is embedded in someone’s subconscious and how it plays out in their life without them realizing. By gently bringing to light the patterns in a person’s psyche, it can bring clarity about why this person is going thru various situations in their current life.

Bad Luck.

Prompt: So I was requested to write a oneshot where Riley “walks in on Lucas”. It was such a funny prompt that I had to do it asap. For the anon that requested it I hope this is okay! I laughed a lot while writing it. haha
Rating: M (just because there’s sexual references in it, not full on smut tho.)
Pairing: Riley x Lucas [rucas]
Word Count: 1,228


Lucas stared at the wall watching the clocks hands tick one by one, counting down the minutes until the school bell rang. He wasn’t having the best day and it seemed like everything was slowly getting worse and worse. He couldn’t wait to get home.

He was late this morning taking the subway, a bird decided his shoulder was the perfect spot to poop on and he and Riley were still in a fight. Which he attested most of his new found bad luck to. Riley was a beacon of light in his life and without her things just seemed to go wrong. It’s like whenever they didn’t speak, bad things would happen.

The second the bell rings he’s on his feet and heading for his locker to collect the rest of his things. He swiftly pulls on his jacket, shoves the rest of his books into his bag and slams the locker door shut.

The hallway is packed with students trying to hurry and catch their rides while the rest skip to their extracurricular after-school activities. He does his best to maneuver around his classmates and as he rounds the corner to the English wing he feels an arm reach out and pull him into a janitor’s closet.

His girlfriend Riley was on the other end of the yanking which was really out of character for her. Not just because they were in a fight but because she wasn’t really the aggressive type. His eyes grow wide as the beautiful brunette runs her fingers at the hair that laid on the nape of his neck, sending shivers down his spine.

“Riley, what are you doing?” He whispers, trying to keep his voice low so no one would find them in there.

She giggled the kind of laugh that makes his heart flutter, smiling up at the clearly nervous boy. “I missed you.” She sighs, wrapping her arms around his waist.

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Evocation of the Queen of Heaven

Call to Her for Rites involving:

Inspiration, creativity, destiny – for it is she who writes your path in the stars, oracular vision, divine influence, purification, protection, cosmic power – it is she who fuels the sun, the stars and lights the moon, the fire of life – without which nothing might live

It is she who is tasked with ensuring the continuance of the Universe as we know it, striving always to make the world better – by means of beauty, creation and inspiration, as such, she is well-suited to art and the Oracular Spirit, for it is she who imparts vision and allots the drive to make these visions reality. She is the Cosmic Artist, who – in great strokes – painted the skies in their varying colors and with the flick of a wrist, arranged the planets thusly. She might be worked through the sun or the moon, for which it could be said that she has two aspects (though, in reality, they are one-in-the-same): the Light-Giver. It is her Solar Aspect that purifies, grows and fights the darkness, and her Lunar that remains as the last testament of light in the night sky – the Guide, Queen of the Secret Path – the way to hope through the darkness.

Offerings, including but not limited to:

Yellow flowers (solar aspect) – particularly roses, marigolds and tiger lilies, gold, any form of art in her name, wines (of any kind), precious or semi-precious stones, vibrant spices (such as turmeric, cayenne, curry, etc.), salt; White flowers (lunar aspect) – particularly night-blooming, magical ones (like Jimsonweed), silver, moon-water, aloe vera, salt

Ideal locations for workings:

Open spaces – anywhere with a great view of the sky, particularly the sun or moon, such as cliffs, fields, forest clearings, places struck by lightning; she is not as particular about location, as anywhere the light touches is within her domain. Her Lunar Aspect is best appealed to on the Full Moon, and avoid the Dark/New Moon.

To Call Her

Gather a collection of offerings, a square of black or white/yellow cloth (choose depending on aspect) and – with white/yellow paint – mark her seal (above). Upon this, the offerings will be presented. Go forth to a place you have chosen for the working. Note, that unlike most of the others discussed, she can easily be worked with during the day, whereas the others tend to prefer the hush of night. Arrange your offerings in an artistic or fun way, she will appreciate the time spent arranging them to be pleasing to the eye and the creativity involved. When you are aptly prepared, ask her to come: trust your intuition and delve into recesses of the mind. Present a desire, ask for her presence and her help. For those with Sight, she might appear swathed in gold or silver, and possesses an almost electric personality.

Once the connection has been made, you might make a plea to her. What that will be is entirely dependent on what you need. She is ruled by the mind, not the heart – do your best to present your case in a clear and methodical manner. She may challenge you to cut through the emotion and see with clarity your true desire – which could be a blessing or a curse.

When you are through, leave the offerings for her – you may wish to take a minute to appreciate the warm light of the sun, or the ghostly glow of the moon overhead.

It is recommended that upon the completion of your request that you leave another offering to her as a gift of thanks – a work of art or a poem/hymn is perfect for her.

Black Mother || Red Queen || Lady of the Depths || Queen of Heaven || Earth Mother

Hello Lovelies! This is Sam aka Blue-Louis

Here is to a hopefully fantastic New Year! To all of my mutuals I’ve made along the way, I just want you all to know how much I appreciate you, because I really do. You are all amazing and even if we don’t talk, I want you to know how much I love you.

Firstly, @petalmikey: Zoë, I love you with all of my entire being. You’re like my little sister and I will always be here for you. We have so many inside jokes and talk about the weirdest shit sometimes, but you’re plerfect to me. I don’t know where I would be without you.

Also, @bearfootlou the light of my life. Morgan, I love you so much. I love how well we just Get each other. We haven’t even been talking for a year but I feel like I’ve known you for at least 10. You are amazing and I wish the whole world knew that.

Alrighty, here are all of my lovely mutuals. Again I love you all and the ones that I talk to all the time will be bolded. (You never realize how many mutuals you actually have until you make one of these holy crap)


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Dear Every INFJ Ever,

You don’t have to believe every thought that enters your brain.

Your intuition, though almost, isn’t always right.

You are capable of overcoming the darkness you create.

Lasting, healthy love is possible.

Take a break. You are light. You are life.

You can be happy without feeling guilty.

One day you will love yourself equal to the way you love others.

Veils of Negative Existence.

Within the Mystical system of the Qabalah, there are three Veils of Negative Existence:

Ain (“Light”)
Ain Soph (“Without Limit”)
Ain Soph Aur (“Limitless Light”)

Within, or beyond, these Veils are everything that is not. In a sense, they represent Pre-Existence, the state of all things before they make their initial Manifestation in Kether, the first Sephira, or Sphere of Existence. There are three Qabalistic Veils of the Negative Existence, and in themselves they formulate the Hidden Ideas of the Sephiroth not yet called into being, and they are concentrated in Kether, which in this sense is the Malkuth of the hidden ideas of the Sephiroth. The Limitless Ocean of Negative Light does not proceed from a Centre, for it is Centreless, but it concentrates a Centre, which is the number one of the Sephiroth, Kether, the Crown, the First Sephira; which therefore may be said to be the Malkuth or the number ten of the hidden Sephiroth. Thus, Kether is in Malkuth and Malkuth is in Kether.

First is Nothing, or the Absence of Things, אין [Ain], which does not and cannot mean Negatively Existing. Second is Without Limit אין סוף [Ain Soph] “i.e.”, Infinite Space. This is the primal Dualism of Infinity; the infinitely small and the infinitely great. The Clash of these produces a finite positive Idea which happens to be Light, אור [Aur]. This word [Aur] is most important. It symbolises the Universe immediately after Chaos, the confusion or Clash of the Infinite Opposites. א [Aleph] is the Egg of Matter; ו [Yod] is Taurus, the Bull, or Energy-Motion; and ר [Resh] is the Sun, or organised and moving System of Orbs. The three Letters of [Ain] thus repeat the three Ideas.

It is very difficult to explain the Negative Veils, because they represent a Reality (or lack thereof) that is, by definition, beyond human comprehension. Since it does surpass all finite understanding, immutable and boundless as its expanses are to the human Mind whose most profound speculation could not approach to the faintest adumbration of what It is in Itself, it must ever remain a mysterious Emptiness - Nothing.

Ain Soph is neither Spirit nor Will, but rather the underlying condition or material for both, as well as being the ultimate cause of Matter and Force. Such things come into spontaneous Existence from the Negative Veils because of Cyclic Law, which can be identified with the “Will to Manifest.” This law states that the Light [Ain] is normally in a state of Quiescence, moving in constant motion in a perfect Circle, as an Ouroboros. However, from time to time, the Light concentrates on itself and becomes polarized into Spirit and Matter. The mechanism for this process is unclear, so it cannot be understood in any reasonable sense. But whatever the method, the result of the process is the concentration of Infinite Light in Kether.

Have Less, Do More

It seems so simple right? I never thought of myself as materialistic. That is until I decided to backpack Australia and realized how many things I’d been unnecessarily holding onto over the last decade. I realized that even though I was moving every 6 months to 2 years, I couldn’t let go of certain keepsakes. Silly things, looking back, just a benign little bundle of clothes and nick-knacks that, over the years, had grown into quite a large burden to be carrying with me on every move. It eventually came down to me seeking storage for all of this or getting rid of it. So, with a bottle of wine and a couple of joints, I forced myself to rifle through the years of memories and really think about what was necessary and what was not. In the end, I donated eight large trash bags of clothes, two boxes worth of shoes, and all of my art, jewelry, and random household things. I finally managed to consolidate it all down to 4 suitcases of varying sizes. But it was still too much. I feel like the universe was trying to show me this right from the start, when Fiji Airways lost my main and most “important” bag, the one they charged me for.

When we landed in Australia, excited for the upcoming adventure, our hearts quickly plummeted upon realizing my most important bag didn’t arrive with us. It turned out to be quite a blessing, as we decided to spend our first week in surf camp and didn’t need the extra weight (light flickering in my head). After two weeks and multiple emails and phone messages, I finally got all my shit back.

Working 50+ hour weeks in Sydney was not fulfilling and quite taxing on the psyche. That was not what we’d gone out there to do. So we bought a station wagon and hit the road. Every evening was a “shuffle” of moving every suitcase from the back to the front so we could set up our bed in the back and sleep (when we couldn’t set up the tent), and in the morning, moving everything from the front to the back to keep driving. At times, Australia had a way of making this more difficult for us. Like our first experience with green ants (run the fuck away!), the torrential downpours of the rainy season in far North Queensland (fml, it’s coming in sideways), and mosi (mosquito) infested rain forests (the itching never ceased). Whenever a bed was offered to us to avoid all that, we were happy to oblige.

Throughout the road trip, I kept noticing a recurring theme on most bathroom stalls, rest areas, and random signs, all with the same graffiti- The more you own, the more owns you. Every time I read it, all I could think about was those suitcases and the few things I couldn’t part with back home. They really did, in a way, own me. Things. If I lost my favorite pair of shoes (or that suitcase) could I survive? Absolutely. I’d be a little sad for a moment but it would pass and it wouldn’t hurt me in the long run. A little money lost and a little less to carry. One less thing that owned me and with it’s loss, I felt a little lighter. It got me to thinking about the box of pictures back home, before Facebook, and even about all the pictures on Facebook. What if all that was lost? It’s not entirely unrealistic. I feel like we are always trying to fight the inevitable outcome of loss. Everything and everyone in our lives will eventually be lost to us and us to them. Why do we struggle so hard against it when life proves to us that it’s a constant?

I’m coming to empathize with “hoarders”. I can understand why they need those objects to feel security. Life is constantly changing but they can take bits and pieces from it and keep it permanently as comfort. Something that won’t change. Except, it does. Those things begin to wear and tear, break, or get lost in the mess. What happiness do we have to truly gain from fighting against something that is guaranteed? I think the fear of loss eventually begins to outweigh the joy we get from that thing, it makes us fearful of the future and the world.

For all of these reasons the things we own really do begin to own us. I don’t want to be owned or to be a slave to something that has no value other than that which I put on it. Traveling and moving become so much easier when you have less to pack and keep track of. If I never had that pair of shoes (or suitcase) to lose in the first place, I never would have felt remorse for their loss.

Did you know that a new Samsung or Iphone is the same price as a roundtrip ticket to Europe or India?

Throughout all this lugging around and shuffling I realized that I’d rather have stories to tell than things to show. I’d rather have an old dinged car that will get me where the people are scarce than a souped up one to feel better about my social status. Who will be more upset if the car gets damaged? I don’t want to put my happiness into a car. And if I don’t want to put my happiness into a car, then why the fuck would I want to put it into a suitcase or a pair of shoes? (blinding light in my head)

I feel like the universe kept trying to show me something throughout that trip. All that stuff was ultimately not making me happy because I was too worried about losing it or protecting it from damage. So much so that it all became more of a burden on me than a reward. Sure, it would be nice to have a place to store all my shit, but then what? I’d be worried about it getting burglarized or burning down while I was away. Oh no! All my things! Caught again in this incessant loop. 

So I’m left with a realization that I cannot rationally deny- The less I have, the more freedom I have. The more freedom I have, the easier it is for me to focus on things I need to work on myself and that fulfill me; the more I’m able to do. The more I’m able to do, the more I learn and grow. And the more I grow, the greater an individual I’m able to become.

Have less.

Do more.

Be more.