Nadia Myre’s ‘Indian Act’ addresses the realities of colonization and the broken promises and contracts made between the Indigenous people and the Settlers.
‘Indian Act’ is made up of all 56
pages of the Federal Government’s Indian
Act mounted on cloth and sewn over with
red and white glass beads. Each word is
replaced with white beads sewn into the
document; the red beads replace the
was twelve the first time she met her betrothed.
Mountain Lions had made a big ceremony about showing him off,
showering Shirayuki with gifts and praise as she sat perched in the
main hall of the village. She was dressed in the best clothing and
furs available for chief’s daughter, and her hair had been pulled
up into some contemporary style, pinned with beads and flowers and
herbs from the garden she kept outside the village. She felt like a
piece that was put on display - a trophy.
Magical uses: Lapis lazuli, a rather expensive stone, is healing and soothing. Simply touching the body with this stone improves your mental, physical, spiritual, psychic, and emotional condition.
It is used specifically to alleviate fevers and diseases of the blood. Lapis lazuli strengthens the eyesight if habitually worn. Held in the hand during any healing ritual, or placed around blue or purple candles, the stone helps the magician focus energy towards the magical outcome.
If performing a healing ritual for a friend, hold the stone and visualize the sick person as healed, healthy, whole human being. Visualize the energy streaming into the stone and, thus magnified and specified, on to the person.
Lapis lazuli is an uplifting, spiritual stone. It’s deep-blue color reflects its peaceful vibrations. It is used for relieving depression and promoting spirituality, and it is a fine meditative stone. Lapis lazuli stimulates gentleness in its wearer.
This stone is used in rituals designed to attract spiritual love. Take an untumbled piece of lapis with a sharp edge. Empower the stone and a pink candle with your need for love. The, using the lapis lazuli, carve a heart onto the candle. Place the stone near the candle holder and burn the candle while visualizing a love coming into your life.
Lapis lazuli is considered a potent fidelity charm and so is worn to strengthen the bonds that have grown between lovers.
Perhaps its most common use today is to strengthen psychic awareness. Lapis breaks the hold of the conscious mind on the subconscious (psychic) mind and allows intuitive impulses to become known. Wearing a necklace of lapis beads or holding a piece in your hand enhances your awareness of these often difficult-to-perceive impulses.
To generally increase your psychic awareness (i.e., your ability to tap into this information), wear lapis every day. Or use it only when scrying, gazing, consulting the stone tarot, or otherwise utilizing symbols that speak to the psychic mind. Remember, such divinatory acts and the rituals associated with them are usually “tricks” that are designed to relax the conscious mind.
Lapis lazuli is also a protective stone, especially for children. In contemporary Indiam lapis lazuli beads are strung on gold wire. The resulting necklace is worn by children to ensure health, growth, and protection. It was once placed around children’s necks to drive away frights and disturbing fantasies.
This courage-inducing influence is also utilized by adults and is perhaps due to lapis lazuli’s psychic protective properties.
Despite its somewhat high price, lapis lazuli is one stone every magician should own and utilize.
(Source: Cunningham’s Encyclopedia of Crystal, Gem, and Metal Magic)
was twelve the first time she met her betrothed. Although, looking
back on it, the whole scenario had gone horribly awry, and she was
surprised that anything good
could have come out of it at all.
“Kid, you busy?” Jungkook glares at the boy from over his art theory notes and Yoongi laughs. “I mean, Kookie~” He draws out the nickname with a grin. “You busy?”
Jungkook pushes the papers away, rubbing at his eyes. “Not really. I think the words on there—” He jabs at the stack of paper on his desk aggressively. “—are doing the tango.” Yoongi snorts and Jungkook looks up, noticing for the first time the camera slung around the older’s neck – not out of place on campus, but rather unusual to see when they’re in their apartment. “You going somewhere?”
“Yeah.” He watches as Yoongi folds his tripod up, shoves it into his camera bag. “Found a new place a couple of days ago. Gonna do a shoot there.” He pauses. “Want to come?”
“I might need a model and you’ve modelled for me before.”
“Yeah, true.” Jungkook pushes his chair back and stands up. The last time he modelled for Yoongi, he was still living in his own apartment and they were in one of the university’s studios. Jungkook grabs his phone off the table, grinning cheekily. “You still gonna buy me dinner afterwards?”
“Brat.” Yoongi laughs, reaching out to ruffle the younger’s hair, leaving the question unanswered. “C’mon, let’s go.”
They end up in what looks like an abandoned dance studio. No, not abandoned. Trashed. The wooden floorboards on one corner of the hall-like space are completely littered with large shards of glass, no doubt from the mirror that runs from one end of the back wall to the other. There’s green glass bottles too, smashed and against the remains of the studio’s right wall. What used to be an enclosed, private learning space has been torn open, sunlight catching on the shards of reflective glass and casting eerie patches of light and shadow along the other two, still-intact walls.
“Wow…” Jungkook lingers at the entrance, something akin to fear keeping him from taking a step further.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Yoongi comments, turning back to look at the younger, already opening his bag and setting up his his tripod.
Jungkook wonders how Yoongi could consider such a broken place beautiful but he nods anyway. “What do you need me to do?”
“For now, nothing.” Yoongi’s mutters, preoccupied in checking the viewfinder and twiddling with his camera settings. “Just avoid the piles of glass. Maybe stick to the left wall.”
Cautiously Jungkook walks further into the room, taking in everything him from an artist’s perspective (as in yes, I would/no, I wouldn’t paint this) and he really can’t see how Yoongi could find this place beautiful. He just finds it similar to a disaster zone, and borderline creepy.
Yoongi has the camera set up facing the wall at an angle and Jungkook looks back at him through the lens. “Is this position okay?”
“Yeah. I’m just doing full body shots for now.”
Yoongi’s barely taken five pictures before he looks up again, frowning.
“The pictures are missing something” Jungkook almost misses the words, muttered more to the camera than to him. “Maybe try…uhh…moving? A bit?”
Jungkook quirks an eyebrow. During all their previous shoots Yoongi had kept telling him to stay still and not move. “Move how?”
“Uh…” Yoongi looks lost in a way that’s entirely new to Jungkook. “Rhythmically?”
Jungkook stares, a couple of beats too long, before falling into a body roll, dipping down to the floor and then bringing himself back up.
“Hmm…Yeah. That.” Yoongi’s looking through the viewfinder, fingers rapidly fiddling with various knobs and buttons. “That’s perfect, Jungkook-ah.”
Jungkook shrugs, he doesn’t get it. But then again, few people get his paintings until after he’s explained them so he’s hardly in a position to judge the older. “Want me to dance, hyung?”
Yoongi barely glances up from the camera screen. “Yeah, that’d be good.”
He gets through almost three RnB tracks and two contemporary ones, sweat beading on his forehead and songs looping through his mind, before Yoongi calls an end to the shoot.
“Want to see?” He asks Jungkook, handing him a water bottle from his camera bag, and briefly Jungkook considers the possibility Yoongi planned it all (but the look of utter confusion that had been on Yoongi’s face was far too honest for that to be true).
“Sure.” Jungkook downs half the bottle in one shot then takes the camera from the older boy, lowering himself onto the floor, cross-legged, and flicking through the first of the pictures.
The first five are nothing special, just Jungkook’s side profile. Full body. Looking kind of contemplative but not really.
The next five are…different. And Jungkook can sort of see why Yoongi asked for movement. Where the first five are your standard, tourist-style photo, the five after have streaks of light across Jungkook’s body, bending and moulding to the curve of his spine and neck in a way that makes it appear as though the light is dancing.
Yoongi sinks down beside him, leaning over until his chin is resting against Jungkook’s shoulder, hands taking the camera from Jungkook and flipping through the pictures.
“This is my favourite,” he says, turning the screen to face the younger boy and Jungkook’s breath catches in his throat.
It’s a half body shot, only capturing Jungkook from and angle, waist up, with his head thrown back, arms a blur at his sides. One half of his face is drowned out shadows, and there are spots of light on the other, clinging to the curve of his neck and bend of his arms. He’s so clearly moving, in the middle of a free-spin, in fact, that it’s hard to believe it’s only a photo.
“Wow…” He’s voice comes out breathier than expected and he supposes he should be embarrassed at being so taken by a picture of himself.
Yoongi’s voice is closer than he thought and he turns, the compliments dying on the tip of his tongue because he’s so close. Close enough for Jungkook to count each eyelash and commit it to memory and Yoongi’s eyes are a deep, dark brown, but for some reason they remind Jungkook of the ocean.
And then Yoongi blinks, and stands up, and Jungkook let’s out a breath he didn’t even realise he was holding.
He tries not to think about how Yoongi is both the fire and the ocean.
Yoongi doesn’t buy him dinner as thanks. Instead, he cooks it and Jungkook didn’t even know Yoongi could cook. But he can, and right after they’ve set the table and laid out the food, the lights black out.
So they end up eating Yoongi’s cooking by the light of scented candles and the entire affair feels like it was plucked straight from one of those cheesy romance novels his mother used to leave lying around their house in Busan, and when Yoongi leans in with a teasing smile, a sangchu-ssam between his fingers, Jungkook feels far too much like one of those shy, female k-drama leads.
He takes the ssam from the older with his fingers instead of his teeth, trying hard to focus more on the food and less on how Yoongi’s usually sharp features are softened by the light of the candles.
God, Jungkook wants to draw him like this, sitting far too close and looking far too beautiful.
[Received 7:32am} i’m baccccck
[Sent 10:03am] how was it?
[Received 10:06am] fun. tiring. i’m jetlagged af rn.
[Sent 10:09am] haha
[Received 10:09am] meet up? usual spot?
Taehyung gets to their corner shop first, sliding into one of the booths facing the street and resting his chin in his hand.
“Oh my god. What have you done to your hair?”
Taehyung turns, grinning at the gaping boy and running his fingers through his bright pink hair. “Why hello, Kookie. Nice to see you too.”
“No man, I’m serious.” Jungkook sides into the stool next to him, eyes still trained on the shocking colour. “What have you done?”
“Excuse you.” Taehyung huffs, blowing a couple of pink strands out of his eyes. “You wish you’d look as good as me in this.”
Jungkook laughs and Taehyung slides a covered bowl and chopsticks towards him, before uncovering his own bowl and taking a large mouthful of black bean noodles. “Man, I wish Japan had these.”
Jungkook mimics the the movements with loud, obscene slurping noises while the older shoots him a disgusted look. “How was Japan, anyway?”
“Loud.” Taehyung mumbles around his noodles. “Busy. Crowded. Not much different to here except for the fact that the streets are quiet as hell past 3am.”
“The heck were you doing out on the streets at 3am?”
“Don’t know.” He looks tired (jetlagged, Jungkook’s mind supplies). “I think I might’ve been on my way back from a party. And drunk.” Taehyung pauses, shaking his head is if to dispel the memory and Jungkook decides he’s probably better off not knowing. “Anyway.” He turns so that he’s facing Jungkook. “What’s your new roommate like?”
“Messy.” Jungkook says after a pause. “Really unorganised—”
“That’s perfect for you.”
“What?” Taehyung laughs. “It’s the truth! You had your art shit all over the floor when we were rooming together!”
“Yeah well I’m not a freaking language student Not everyone gets the luxury of textbooks and exams.”
“Exams,” Taehyung starts, pointing his chopsticks at Jungkook, “are not a luxury.”
“Well. Neither are my major projects.”
Taehyung shrugs. “Fair enough…so what does your roommate study then?”
“Have you seen his stuff?”
Jungkook flushes. “Yeah.”
Taehyung leans forward, pushing his empty bowl to the side. “Is it any good?
He huffs impatiently. “C’mon Kookie. He’s an art major you have to have more to say about him than this.” He pauses, fingers drumming on the counter top. “Have you drawn him?”
Jungkook looks everywhere but at Taehyung, already seeing where the older boy is taking this conversation. “Yeah, a couple of times.”
“Oh. My. God.”
He looks up.
Then immediately wishes he hadn’t.
Taehyung has his eyes wide open, pointing at the younger with a far too wide, far too rectangular grin. “You like him.”
It’s not a question. It’s a statement and Jungkook flushes. “I do not.”
Taehyung sits back and crosses his arms and Jungkook wants to wipe the smug grin off the older’s face. “You like him.”
“Tae, I’m not going t—”
“Don’t even try and deny it Jeon Jungkook. You’re blushing—”
“— And you paint him.” Taehyung continues without a pause. “You never paint people.”
“I’ve painted you.”
“Yeah, but—” Taehyung rests his chin on both hands in the iconic flower-boy pose. “How could you resist trying to paint this—”
“—perfection. Am I right?”
“I only painted you once.” Jungkook deadpans. “And it was for your birthday.”
Taehyung looks unreasonably smug. “Exactly.”
“Okay, fine.” He jabs at his now-empty bowl with a ferocity that matches the speed of the heat spreading across his cheeks. “I might have a crush on him. Just a crush.”
“Does he like you back?”
“I—” His chopsticks still and Jungkook once again recalls how freaking close Yoongi was, “you’re my muse” playing in his head like that one lyric from that one song with that annoyingly catchy beat. “—I don’t know.” He thinks back to the dinner Yoongi cooked for them both. “Maybe.”
There’s silence for a couple of beats, broken by Taehyung (he neverhas been good with silences) when he launches into a play-by-play of how he ended up on the streets of Tokyo at 3am – but Jungkook’s no longer listening, mind once again drifting back to his roommate, the one with the pretty hair colours and gorgeous side profile and fuck, Jungkook might just be drowning a little in Min Yoongi.