ancestor stones


Sky, Water and Earth (stone)

Druid lore contains an elemental system of its own: a set of three elements, sky, water and earth (or stone).
According to Druid philosophy, everything in the universe is made up of these three elements in some combination, with one being dominant.

Shakesperean Love

Maybe you & I
were never meant to be
a great love story.
We are the grandchildren of Juliet,
ancestors made of stone and bone
and shadows pooled in marble.
Shakespeare foretold our story -
he saw it in the stars,
saw that the lines of our palms
crossed, kissed
only briefly (like wandering pilgrims).
We were only a five-act play
a one week show
a 10 pence viewing
and once the final curtain fell

so did we.

~ christie

anonymous asked:

Can you tell me more about what The Death is? I think I’ve been going through it recently

A word of warning first: spiritual death is not unique to traditional witchcraft, there are many paths that have it, so I would be cautious to assume anything, but, of course you know yourself better than anyone else.

In traditional witchcraft, The Death is initiation. It is highly personal and different for everyone, and it is rare you will find anyone willing to speak of more than just vague shadows of the experience. So no, not really, I can’t tell you more about what The Death is, because it will be different for everyone. Part of this is because much of it is secret, to be cherished by the witch alone, but much of it is also because there are no words to truly describe it. Anything one says is going to pale in comparison to the experience itself.

The Death is pain, as the spirits eat you whole. 

The Death is bone and blood and sinew. 

The Death is burning fire and ice cold pins. 

The Death is marriage, and all your dabbling you thought so important only flirting. 

The Death is shedding your skin and finding a new creature underneath. 

The Death is being hollowed out with dulled silver knives, bone shards, and fragments of clay pots – broken things breaking you to make you a new creature, sliding you back together like a puzzle. 

The Death is a cold kiss from a bleached-pale death’s head. 

The Death is every good thing in one moment magnified a hundredfold.

The Death is a gift of roses that twine around you like a beautiful  golden and pure-white cocoon to rip you with their thorns, while the spirits coo. 

The Death is the weight of your ancestors like stones in a creel on your back.

The Death is sitting before a feast and eating your own sin. 

Whenever anyone asks about The Death, there’s always one quote that I’m reminded of, from The Rime of the Ancient Mariner: 

Is that a DEATH? and are there two?
Is DEATH that woman’s mate?

Her lips were red, her looks were free,
Her locks were yellow as gold:
Her skin was as white as leprosy,
The Night-mare LIFE-IN-DEATH was she,
Who thicks man’s blood with cold.


Originating in the folklore of Southwestern England, they are a supernatural sprite, their population is considered to be concentrated in the high moorland of Devon and Cornwall.

There are many legends attached to the origin of the pixies (and other fairies). Some people saw them as the souls of pagans who could not transcend to heaven, and they were also seen as the remnants of pagan gods, banished with the coming of Christianity. In tradition they are doomed to shrink in size until they disappear.


Before the mid-19th century, pixies and fairies were taken seriously in much of Cornwall and Devon. Books devoted to the homely beliefs of the peasantry are filled with incidents of pixie manifestations.

Some locales are named for the pixies associated with them. In Devon, near Challacombe,  a group of rocks are named for the pixies said to dwell there. At Trevose Head in Cornwall 600 pixies were said to have gathered dancing and laughing in a circle that had appeared upon the turf until one of their number, named Omfra, lost his laugh. After searching amongst the barrows of the ancient kings of Cornwall on St Breock Downs, he wades through the bottomless Dozmary Pool on Bodmin Moor until his laugh is restored by King Arthur in the form of a Chough (bird). In some areas belief in pixies and fairies as real beings persists.

In the legends associated with Dartmoor,pixies are said to disguise themselves as a bundle of rags to lure children into their play. The pixies of Dartmoor are fond of music and dancing and for riding on Dartmoor colts.These pixies are generally said to be helpful to normal humans, sometimes helping needy widows and others with housework. They are not completely benign however, as they have a reputation for misleading travellers (being “pixy-led”, the remedy for which is to turn your coat inside out).

The queen of the Cornish pixies is said to be Joan the Wad (torch), and she is considered to be good luck, or bring good luck. 

In some of the legends and historical accounts they are presented as having near-human stature. For instance, a member of the Elford family in Tavistock, Devon, successfully hid from Cromwell’s troops in a pixie house. Though the entrance has narrowed with time, the pixie house, a natural cavern on Sheep Tor, is still accessible. 

At Buckland St Mary, Somerset,  pixies and fairies are said to have battled each other. Here the pixies were victorious and still visit the area, whilst the fairies are said to have left after their loss.

By the early 19th century their contact with humans had diminished. In Samuel Drew’s 1824 book Cornwall, one finds the observation:

 “The age of pixies, like that of chivalry is gone.There is, perhaps, at present hardly a house they are reputed to visit. Even the fields and lanes which they formerly frequented seem to be nearly forsaken. Their music is rarely heard.”


It is believed that they are of Celtic origin. Akin to the Irish and Scottish Aos Sí,pixies are believed to inhabit ancient underground ancestor sites such as stone circles, barrows, dolmens, ringfort, or menhirs.

In traditional regional lore, pixies are generally benign, mischievous, short of stature and attractively childlike; they are fond of dancing and gather outdoors in huge numbers to dance or sometimes wrestle, through the night, demonstrating parallels with the Cornish plen-an-gwary and Breton Fest Noz (Cornish: Troyl)  folk celebrations originating in the medieval period. In modern times they are usually depicted with pointed ears, and often wearing a green suit and a hat. Sometimes their eyes are described as being pointed upwards at the temple ends. These, however, are Victorian era conventions and not part of older mythology.

In Devon, pixies are said to be “invisibly small, and harmless or friendly to man.”

Pixies are drawn to horses, riding them for pleasure and making tangled ringlets in the manes of those horses they ride. They are “great explorers familiar with the caves of the ocean, the hidden sources of the streams and the recesses of the land.”

Some find pixies to have a human origin or to “partake of human nature”, in distinction to fairies whose mythology is traced to immaterial and malignant spirit forces. In some discussions pixies are presented as wingless, pygmy-like creatures.

One British scholar stated his belief that “Pixies were evidently a smaller race, and, from the greater obscurity of the… tales about them, I believe them to have been an earlier race.”

prussianelegy  asked:

Hi there, I saw your post about the origin of the word "Doggo" and you mentioned “stone age past life regression novels" popular in the 1900's. And I was hoping you could give me some examples of those since they honestly sound amazing.

The “stone age past life regression” novel genre sounds strange, but it’s best to think of it as a combination of two huge preoccupations of the turn of the century coming together, and is therefore almost inevitable. I’ve always thought that creativity is a little like water: if you dump it on the ground, it won’t just go anywhere, but will move in predictable patterns shaped by the surroundings.

The first factor was that, because of speedier travel and greater contact with other parts of the world, eastern thought was now widely available in the West for the first time, including ideas like reincarnation. Eastern thought assumed bizarre forms in the west like Spiritualism and Theosophy.  There was also the influence of Carl Jung, who argued for ideas like the collective unconscious and racial memory, the idea that we might be able to recall experiences by our immediate ancestors, and that experiences in the past may be accessible to others.

Then you had the idea that, because of industrialization and repetitive jobs, that urban living was taking men’s masculinity away, and that it’s only by a return to the freedom of the primal wilderness that we could get it back. This belief explains the popularity of he-man jungle heroes like Tarzan, but also other things that came out at this time, like summer camps and the Boy Scouts.

It’s inevitable that these two obsessions would combine, and voila! The stone-age past-life regression novel. The story usually starts with a modern day person who starts having flashbacks to a past life as a stone age man. Sometimes he’s helped out by a blow to the head, or by an encounter with some Eastern yogi or wise man, or some hallucinogenic drug (like Tandooki, in the case of Allan Quatermain). They then experience life as a stone age man, and when they return to their regular life, they find that some figures in their modern-day life are identical to people they knew in the Stone Age, kind of like the ending of the Wizard of Oz movie (”you were there, and you, and you…”)

In terms of recommendations, I’d start off with one of the purest versions, Jack London’s “Before Adam.” It’s fascinating because our hero’s memories are set in such an impossibly ancient period, where humans are basically apes and tool use is unknown.

Another book I’d recommend is one of the sequels to King Solomon’s Mines, Allan and the Ice Gods, where hunter-hero Allan Quatermain took the Eastern drug tandooki and found himself reliving the memories of a stone age ancestor. This story (and the predecessor, the Ancient Allan) gets a call out in League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, where, after his experience with tandooki, Allan becomes a drug addict.

“Three Go Back” by J. Leslie Mitchell is interesting in that it’s the best example of a subgenre of this genre, the thoroughly modern woman who goes back to the stone age and learns a thing or two about the type of suitor she should have or not to be materialistic or frivolous.

Even Robert E. Howard wrote a stone age regression story, “The Children of the Night,” about a modern man who, after a head injury, remembers the battle between the first Aryan (Indo-European) inhabitants arriving in Britain in the late Bronze Age fighting the stone age Picts who they found there. The ending is that, when he wakes up in modern day again, he tries to murder his friend, who he now knows has Pictish ancestry.

No but imagine

There’s a rumor going around that Grace is in the finale. I’m always skeptical of random anons, but let’s go with it. I want to believe. Let’s imagine, just for a minute.

Think of what that could mean to Abbie. The look on her face if she sees this woman. This brave, incredible woman who reached forward across the centuries to give Abbie hope and inspiration. The woman who made straight her road, who took up a torch that was passed from Dixon to Taylor to Mills, unnamed women down and down until it finally reached Abbie, the hopes and fears of all the years met in one tiny package.

Remember how emotional Abbie was seeing the statue of her ancestor, frozen in stone? Imagine if, after being taken for a slave and treated as a dangerous fugitive, imagine if after all that she sees Grace. In the flesh. 

Grace, her namesake. Grace, the personification of that trait. Beautiful and strong and so smart, with her journal and her wisdom. Fighting unimaginable odds.

And imagine if they hug. 

Just. Imagine. 

The meaning of Atayal is “genuine person” or “brave man”.

“According to stories told by their elders, the first Atayal ancestors appeared when a stone, Pinspkan, cracked apart. There were three people, but one decided to go back into the stone. One man and one woman who lived together for a very long time and loved each other very much. But the boy was shy and wouldn’t dare approach her. Whereupon, the girl came up with an idea. She left her home and found some coal with which to blacken her face so she could pose as a different girl.

After several days, she crept back into their home and the boy mistook her for another girl and they lived happily ever after. Not long after, the couple bore children, fulfilling their mission of procreating the next generation. The Atayal custom of face tattooing may have come from the girl blackening her face in the story.

The Atayal custom of facial tattooing (ptasan) requires that girls first learn to be accomplished weavers and cultivators before they may have their faces ‘adorned’. Male tattooing is relatively simple, with just two bands down the forehead and chin. Once a male has reached the coming of age he will have his forehead tattooed. As soon as he fathers a child, his bottom chin is tattooed.”

Have you ever wondered what it is that makes people do terrible things? I have. Since that day, I have set my mind to it many times. All the stories of supernatural beings and yet those men and women out there were not so different from me, only that something inside them had been unleashed. So, where does it come from, the fury? A thousand indignities, a thousand wrongs, like tiny knife wounds, shredding a person’s humanity. In time only the tattered remnants are left. And in the end they ask themselves - what good is this to me? And they throw the last of it away.
—  Ancestor Stones, Aminatta Forna

I fell in love with wearing black
as if I was mourning
Did away with the need to make my dressing a metaphor
Has my skin not been turned into a symbol for solidarity?
This skin black oil
My inherited legacy
Mother tattooed me from head to feet with assegai’s and pyramids
Before i discovered the engenuity of weaver bird nests in my mouth
My heart was as hard as guava seed
Discovered and lost god in whisky bottles
Budding iconoclast with a heart full of leniency
A Uhuru child
Stone house son
My war of reformation
A rebirthing of my ancestors in my mind


stone house son - Tapiwa Mugabe,

megananomous  asked:

What do you want to see you next season? How would a new head writer clean up the mess Goffman made? What would your first episode of season three look like

Oh man, that’s a list that could fill like 10 bibles… I’ve been thinking of making a whole proper list, but it honestly feels like a big project to take on, I have that many thoughts (also I’d like to make a blog of it and compiled all of our notes and wishes for s3, possibly just limited to realistic must-haves, and then tweet it at the writers/new showrunner just in case they actually read it). 

But for now, in short, what we need is this:

  • Immediate confirmation that Ichabbie is headed for canon. If this was another show and another ship they could afford to play coy, but if they want the fandom’s full and enthusiastic support in bringing in the viewers for next season they’re gonna need the power of Ichabbie, it’s just that simple. If they don’t they’re gonna be making things 10 times harder for themselves than it needs to be and it’s already one hell of an uphill battle. And shiptease the CRAP out of them, from right out of the gate, it doesn’t mean they have to bang immediately, in fact it buys time for it to take a while (how is that concept so hard for writers to grasp?). 
  • The mythology needs to be dealt with and firmly established. Most fans, myself included, don’t care if that requires some crude retcons, but it needs to happen - fantasy shows are without exception built on the foundation of mythology. It doesn’t need to be perfect but it needs to be stable and filled in enough to let fans and viewers ignore or fanwank the rest.
  • Careful and smart handling of Ichabod’s grief - Tom’s got the right idea about it being kept down and bubbling up, but it can’t blow up on Abbie (at least without her blowing up on him in return tenfold) and it can’t linger after it’s done. It should be like a sneeze - a few ah-ah-ahs and then -TCHOOO and then we’re mostly done with all that. And after that he needs to pick himself up (not Abbie doing it, HIM) and get a freaking job and work on being a better partner for her. 
  • Seriously - he needs a job, not just as a consultant for the station unless there’s an explanation for it like Reyes being on board or Frank coming back as Captain. It’s a point of it’s own, it’s absolutely key that he starts to earn his keep and stops mooching off of Abbie. 
  • Focus needs to be on Abbie as much as these past two seasons have been focused on Crane - ideally without the melodrama and unnecessary involvement with the villains. The Mills sisters are already more compelling that the Cranes on their best of days, and they have TWO perfect setups from the finale with Abbie’s stoned ancestor potentially being brought back and Grace who could return as a spirit or something at least as on a recurring basis. And if they’re bringing in ANY white people this season, especially white guys, let it be Joe Corbin - he could not possibly be more perfect for it. He’s connected to both Abbie and Jenny, he connects to Corbin Sr who we should see more of in flashbacks and explore in terms of his relationship with both sisters (highly overdue), and the actor is a total cutie who is active on twitter and actually interacts with fans - all he’s missing is the bow to be completely gift-wrapped. 
  • Consequences. Actions and events on the show NEED to have consequences - physical and emotional. The gang needs to be injured when they fight, or if not then their invulnerability needs to be explained in canon. They need to deal with all that’s happened to them the last 2 seasons - I know they want a reboot but it won’t work by just sweeping everything under the rug, if that was the plan then they should have had the finale just completely reset everything. 

Them’s the big ones, the absolute musts imo, and it should go without saying that: no woobification of villains, no more random white guys without their own purpose on the show, no self-inserts, no more BS about platonic Ichabbie in interviews, no more treating the fans and viewers like idiots, and keep the focus on Ichabbie/Team Witness. 

Beyond that, personal preference wishlist: No return of Orion or Hawley, no more flashbacks of Abraham, ideally a lot fewer flashbacks of founding fathers and dudes Ichy knew back then (if we have to have them lets focus on Ben Franklin and Grace). Keep modernizing Ichabod slowly - baby steps only, which he’s already taken a few of. “Replace” him with the Mills ancestor being de-stoned - endless opportunities with that and no shortage of ways to make it a very difference experience than Ichabod’s. Basic worldbuilding - add townspeople who doesn’t die or turn evil within an episode, show more of the police station, add background characters. If unsure, listen to Welcome to Night Vale that manages to populate a whole town full of characters without any visuals at all. 

I could go on but I think that covers most of it both in terms of what I feel absolutely NEEDS to happen and what I want to see (which is an important distinction, imo). Perfect s3 opener: Mills ancestor is de-stoned and acts as a way into the show for new viewers, thus giving the show a bit of a reboot, with everything else being Ichabbie going about their business with Frank and Jenny. Monsters are fought, Ichabbie hugs or has an UST moment or something, and Reyes returns and is revealed to be more than meets the eye. 

Industrial farming is one of the worst crimes in history

The fate of industrially farmed animals is one of the most pressing ethical questions of our time. Tens of billions of sentient beings, each with complex sensations and emotions, live and die on a production line

by Yuval Noah Harari

Animals are the main victims of history, and the treatment of domesticated animals in industrial farms is perhaps the worst crime in history. The march of human progress is strewn with dead animals. Even tens of thousands of years ago, our stone age ancestors were already responsible for a series of ecological disasters. When the first humans reached Australia about 45,000 years ago, they quickly drove to extinction 90% of its large animals. This was the first significant impact that Homo sapiens had on the planet’s ecosystem. It was not the last.

About 15,000 years ago, humans colonised America, wiping out in the process about 75% of its large mammals. Numerous other species disappeared from Africa, from Eurasia and from the myriad islands around their coasts. The archaeological record of country after country tells the same sad story. The tragedy opens with a scene showing a rich and varied population of large animals, without any trace of Homo sapiens. In scene two, humans appear, evidenced by a fossilised bone, a spear point, or perhaps a campfire. Scene three quickly follows, in which men and women occupy centre-stage and most large animals, along with many smaller ones, have gone. Altogether, sapiens drove to extinction about 50% of all the large terrestrial mammals of the planet before they planted the first wheat field, shaped the first metal tool, wrote the first text or struck the first coin.

The next major landmark in human-animal relations was the agricultural revolution: the process by which we turned from nomadic hunter-gatherers into farmers living in permanent settlements. It involved the appearance of a completely new life-form on Earth: domesticated animals. Initially, this development might seem to have been of minor importance, as humans only managed to domesticate fewer than 20 species of mammals and birds, compared with the countless thousands of species that remained “wild”. Yet, with the passing of the centuries, this novel life-form became the norm. Today, more than 90% of all large animals are domesticated (“large” denotes animals that weigh at least a few kilograms). Consider the chicken, for example. Ten thousand years ago, it was a rare bird that was confined to small niches of South Asia. Today, billions of chickens live on almost every continent and island, bar Antarctica. The domesticated chicken is probably the most widespread bird in the annals of planet Earth. If you measure success in terms of numbers, chickens, cows and pigs are the most successful animals ever.

Alas, domesticated species paid for their unparalleled collective success with unprecedented individual suffering. The animal kingdom has known many types of pain and misery for millions of years. Yet the agricultural revolution created completely new kinds of suffering, ones that only worsened with the passing of the generations.

At first sight, domesticated animals may seem much better off than their wild cousins and ancestors. Wild buffaloes spend their days searching for food, water and shelter, and are constantly threatened by lions, parasites, floods and droughts. Domesticated cattle, by contrast, enjoy care and protection from humans. People provide cows and calves with food, water and shelter, they treat their diseases, and protect them from predators and natural disasters. True, most cows and calves sooner or later find themselves in the slaughterhouse. Yet does that make their fate any worse than that of wild buffaloes? Is it better to be devoured by a lion than slaughtered by a man? Are crocodile teeth kinder than steel blades?

What makes the existence of domesticated farm animals particularly cruel is not just the way in which they die but above all how they live. Two competing factors have shaped the living conditions of farm animals: on the one hand, humans want meat, milk, eggs, leather, animal muscle-power and amusement; on the other, humans have to ensure the long-term survival and reproduction of farm animals. Theoretically, this should protect animals from extreme cruelty. If a farmer milks his cow without providing her with food and water, milk production will dwindle, and the cow herself will quickly die. Unfortunately, humans can cause tremendous suffering to farm animals in other ways, even while ensuring their survival and reproduction. The root of the problem is that domesticated animals have inherited from their wild ancestors many physical, emotional and social needs that are redundant in farms. Farmers routinely ignore these needs without paying any economic price. They lock animals in tiny cages, mutilate their horns and tails, separate mothers from offspring, and selectively breed monstrosities. The animals suffer greatly, yet they live on and multiply….

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