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The Birth of the Fifth Sun, the Mexica (Aztec) sacred narrative which tells of the birth of our current sun. The paintings are posted in order, and follow the progress of the narrative told below.

14.1 It is said that when the earth was still dark, when there was yet no warmth, nor day, nor light, the Teteo came together at Teotihuacan to take counsel, and there they lit the Spirit Fires, great blazes set atop the twin pyramids of the sacred city. For four years they burned.  “Come here, oh Teteo! Who shall carry the sun? Who shall bear it? The warming, the dawning? The burning fire? The celestial Light? Who shall leap into the Spirit Fire?” Than forth stepped Four Flint, Tecuciztecatl, Our Lord of Snails, and he cried out, “Oh Teteo! Indeed, it shall be I!” Yoaltecuhtli and Tlaloc stepped forward, “You are one who must keep the sky and the earth.”
14.2 “And yet, another is needed,” said the Teteo. “Who shall be the other?” Yet the Teteo were frightened, and none among them stepped forth. They took counsel with one another, and summoned Nanahuatzin, The Pimpled Lord, the Crippled One, and summoned him to the counsel. Tonacatecuhtli and Xiuhtecuhtli stepped forward and said to him, “You are the one who must keep the sky and the earth.” Many tears did Nanahuatzin shed, for he felt unequal to the task, he, the worthless invalid.
14.3 The Teteo Nanahuatzin and Tecuciztecatl began their fasts, their sacrifices, in preparation for the Spirit Fire, the God Oven. Tecuciztecatl prepared himself with precious things. His fasting-ropes were of quetzal feathers, and his ritual branches of cotinga plumes. His grass heart was of woven gold, his incense of the finest copal. He did not offer his own blood, his own Yollia, but instead offered maguey thorns and  lancets made of coral. Resplendent he looked, shining and beautiful, as he made his sacrifices.
14.4 Nanahuatzin, the Crippled Lord, the Teotl in poverty, formed his fasting-rope of grass and paper. His ritual branches were made of green grass and green reeds, tied in three bundles, bound bundles of nine each. His bloodletting spine was of bone, well reddened with his own blood. His only incense were his scabs, twisted off and cast into the fire.
For four days they fasted, for four days they drew blood and meditated their sacred actions, there upon their respective pyramids. When they had completed their days of sacrifice, they burned their ritual branches, their bloodletting instruments, in the sacred fire. They were become slaves. They were become Gods.
14.5 To Tecuciztecatl, the gathered Teteo gave him his egret headdress, his elegant attire of quetzal and jade.
14.6 But Nanahuatzin was attired only in paper, only in cloth of Maguey. They painted the Teteo in white, they chalked them, and adorned them in eagle-down feathers.
15.1 Tecuciztecatl, as the senior Lord, approached the fire first, to leap into its heart. The fire roared, it crackled, it seared his eyes. He grew faint and afraid. He hesitated. He could not bring himself to leap into the fire.Than Nanahuatzin, the Crippled Lord, seeing the terror of the other, walked forward. Bravely he walked, slowly, so as to feel its heat. And when he reached the Spirit Fire, the God Oven, he leapt into its heart and was consumed.
Tecuciztecatl grew ashamed, and found his spirit, and he too leapt into the Spirit Fire, but lacking the bravery of Nanahuatzin, he fell only into its embers and ashes, where he, too, was consumed.
The Jaguar and the Eagle were among the company of the Teteo, and both leapt over the Spirit Fire. They were singed, they were burned, in its tongues of flame, and thus acquired their spots and dark feathers. For their bravery they were made warriors, ever to serve the sun.

16.1 When, in this way, the two Teteo had thrown themselves into the God Oven, when they had burned to ash, the Teteo sat awaiting to learn from whence they would emerge. Long they waited, meditating in the darkness, when all at once everywhere it became red, everywhere the light of dawn, the reddening of dawn. The Teteo knelt down, facing each of the four directions, to see from whence the sun would emerge at this first dawning of the Fifth Sun. The Teteo fell into confusion; they turned in circles, they faced all directions. The traditional orations, the traditional words, did not bring clarity to the Teteo. Some thought he would emerge from Mictlán, the Place of the Dead, and faced North, to find him there. Some thought The Place of Women, and faced the West, some, The House of Thorns, and faced the South, for the light of the dawning encircled all things, and confusion reigned.
Yet some of the Teteo faced the East, the Place of Light, and cried out, “Already, is he there, already, his light illuminates his Eastern Palace! Behold, he is emerging!” Those who waited there, who pointed there, were Quetzalcoátl and his nagual Xolotl. There too was Our Lord Anahuatl, the Red Tezcatlipoca, and the Mimixcoa without number. And there awaited four women; Tiacapan, Teicu, Tlacoyehua, and Xocoyotl.
And as the sun rose, his light spread like the red Cochineal dye throughout the East, his dazzling brilliance was such that he could not be faced. He shone, he illuminated, and light came into this world. And afterward, Tecciztecatl, too, arose from the Place of Light, also golden and shining, impossible to behold; a second sun.
16.2 And the Teteo said; “How can this be? Shall there be two suns, who both shall follow the same road, who both shall shine in the same way? The brave Nanahuatzin and the unworthy Tecciztecatl?” And so, Tlahuizcalpantecuhtli, The Morning Star, snatched a rabbit from the earth and flung it in the face of Tecciztecatl. Thus, was his face wrecked and his light dimmed, and he fell into the ashes.
17.1 The Teteo declared, “No longer shall he be known as Nanahuatzin, the Pimpled Lord, the Crippled God. He is Tonatiuh, Our Lord the Sun!” And Tonacatecuhtli and Tonacacihuatl, the Lord and Lady of Our Flesh, Our Sustenance, rose to his place at the center of the sky. They bathed and anointed him. They sat him in his Quechol chair. They adorned his head with the butterfly crest, the red-leather thong.
17.2 But he would not move from his place. Four days he remained at the Zenith, at the center of the sky. “Why does he not move?” asked the Teteo, and they sent the Falcon of the Obsidian Blade to ask why he was immobile in the sky.
“I hunger!” replied Tonatiuh. “I need their blood, their precious color, their Yollotl, to find the strength to move across the sky. I need the blood of those who sent me to the Spirit Fire!”
17.3 When the Falcon returned to the gathered Teteo and gave them his message, they were much saddened and afraid. Tlahuizcalpantecuhtli grew angry and cried out, “I will shoot him! He must not stay immobile in the sky!” But his arrows could not reach the sun. Yet the sun, from his lofty perch, shot down his own arrows, his shafts of flame, and they burned the body of The Morning Star, and with the Nine Layers covered up his face, and transformed him into Itztli, the Teótl of the Obsidian Blade, of cold, frost, snow, and judgement.
18.1 Quetzalcoátl raised his eyes sadly to the sky, and spoke to the gods at Teotihuacan. “May he be revived. May we all die!” And the gods mournfully submitted to his will. And so with the Sacred Flint Blade he slit the throats of the gathered Gods; of Titlacahuan, and Huitzilopochtli, and the Goddesses Xochiquetzal, Yapalliicue, and Nochpalliicue. But Xolotl, the god of twins and monstrosities and who is the sprit double of Quetzalcoátl, did not want to die. He fled Quetzalcoátl and his terrible blade. He wept so that his eyes fell from their sockets. “Send me not to the blade, oh Gods! Let me not die!”
18.2 He fled, and Death quickly followed. He followed him to the fields of young corn, were Xolotl transformed himself into the young maize with two stalks in order to hide from Death. He became the Xolotl of the Field. But he was seen by the eyes of Death there among the corn, from whom nothing may be hidden, and so he ran to the Maguey field, and there he turned himself into the double maguey, the Maguey Xolotl. But there too was he seen by the eyes of Death, and so he escaped to the lake, and there turned himself into the Axolotl, the lake-salamander. But there was no more escape, and Death caught him, and Quetzalcoátl slit his throat, amid his tears and lamentations.
19.1 The blood of the Gods rose to the heavens and Tonatiuh drank the sacred strength of their Yollia, on the day Nahui Ollin, Four Movement, the sacred name and destiny of the Fifth Sun. Yet still he could not move, still he could not follow his path.
20.1 But Quetzalcoátl, who had shed the blood of the Gods, who had released the divine force of their Yollia, grew strong and straight. He ran, and blew lightly in the face of the sun, and so pushed him along his path, and than slit his own throat, that his blood and divine Yollia might make the revolutions of the heavens eternal.
Thus it was that as the sun was entering into the earth again, into the open jaws of Our Mother, Tlaltecuhtli, the moon arose from the ashes into which he had fallen, and there at the crossroads met the Tzitzimime, the Star Demons, and the Coleletin, and they detained him a while, and dressed him in rags. He who would have been the sun, who would have been clothed in splendor. And thus it is that on the day Four Movement night and day came into being, and the deaths of the gods established the covenant of sacrifice with men.


The importance of purification

This week through my weekly goddess tarot pull I’ve been learning on the importance of purification. For anyone who didn’t see my earlier post this week, I do a regular weekly tarot pull from my goddess oracle deck and spend a week reflecting on the lessons of that goddess, learning about who she is, and brain storming how her lessons relate to me. For anyone who has never done this before, it is a really great way to expand your knowledge of your tarot deck, learning deeper meanings to the cards outside of the guidebooks that usually come with the deck, and to challenge yourself to heal and make changes to yourself.

Anyway, so this week I pulled the card for the goddess Sulis, who is the goddess believed to rule over the Roman baths in England. I’ve never been really connected to Celtic deities at all before, despite having some English ancestry. However, I have visited the Roman baths a couple of years ago on a trip to Europe, and I had already met Sulis in the baths when I visited the museum there. Interestingly Sulis is quite localised as far as I am aware, there has been not much mention of her outside of these public baths at all.

Purification has always been a major part of my practice so when I pulled this I was a little like… “But I already do this and have been for years? Why are you bringing it back up?” The guide book wasn’t much help either, it suggests “taking a meditative bath, having a stroll near water, and cleansing the body.”
Somehow I feel that this is not really all that Sulis wants to tell me. I mean, if this card came up in a reading, do you really think the person you are doing a reading for would appreciate being told to take a bath? I already have like 5 baths a week (because relaxingggggg), shower everyday, wash my hands and mouth out before any kind of ritual work, obsessively clean the house and burn sage every where, yell at people for messing my house up and disturbing the spiritual vibes with their rubbish etc. I mean to be honest I really believe that this guidebook hasn’t captured the true healing message of purification.
So I was a bit stumped at first, considering ritual purification with water is already quite a significant part of my spiritual practice.

As someone who has practised Shintoism for 11 years, Shinto has had a huge impact on the concept of purity and my understanding of how important purification can be when connecting with deities. And this concept of purity is present in a lot of world religions as well- Hinduism, Islam, Christianity, and Judaism are just some examples. But physical purity represents much more than simply having a clean body. 

So how does ritual purification of the body relate to purification of the mind and heart? Each time we perform an act of ritual purification, we need to think about more than just being nice and clean. The act of ritual purification is also performed to remind us to purify our minds and hearts of the negativity that so often plagues many of us in this modern world. Have you reflected on how you have been thinking recently? Have you insulted yourself? Discouraged yourself? Hated your body and the things you say or do? Made fun of yourself in front of others or in your heart? Told yourself you were disgusting, degraded yourself or disrespected yourself mentally? These are all things we do on a daily basis even without realising. Some of us are so used to doing it that we barely question our own behaviour towards ourselves. Yet this kind of negative thinking is key to a lot of our internal suffering, especially if you suffer from a mental illness. We need to be on guard and watch the thoughts at all times to keep our minds ritually pure from what brings negativity and “evil spirits” into our lives even in the mind. We need to start questioning the truth behind our thoughts rather than blindly allowing ourselves to be absorbed into them.
Ritual purification also needs to extend to our heart. How do we treat others? Do we talk about others behind their back, discourage and pull them down with our words, or speak to them in a rude tone of voice? Do we belittle others or treat them as stupid just because we don’t particularly like them or their choices? Do you stand at a check out and abuse a helpless retail employee because you can’t have things your way? We need to guard our behaviour and see through the eyes in the heart.

Additionally, we need to look at outside sources of negativity that may be affecting us. Are you ignoring a family member or not getting involved with your family for selfish reasons?Are you avoiding a confrontation? Do you have a friend who pulls you down and discourages you? Do you have an abusive relationship with someone in your life? Do you have responsibilities you have ignored but are bringing you stress? Are you pretending the shit storm isn’t there and not facing reality? We need to cut off and remove these loose ties, or fix broken ties that are worth fixing. We need to make intelligent decisions and choices, and rectify these unfinished areas of our lives so we can stop carrying useless burdens around.

So next time you perform a purification ritual, remind yourself to think about how your can extend this ritual to cleanse you of the negativity that we build up in our own hearts and minds. As the water washes over you, your heart and mind are cleansed symbolically of all this negativity that you have gathered and been carrying with you. Think about where we make some changes and tidy up some loose ends in ourselves while you perform this ritual. Where can you change your behaviour so that you do not bring harm to yourself? Where can you change your behaviour so that you do not bring harm to others? 
This is the true beauty of the purification ritual, and this is how the purification ritual can be so much more than just a physical experience!
I am so thankful for Sulis bringing this into my life this week. I still have a four days of the week remaining to reflect on this learning, so I am looking forward to applying this to my life!

3 A.M. - Finn x Reader

A/N: Just a little something I threw together, based off of my old prompt list I had up a few months ago. Enjoyyyyyy.


Originally posted by totaldivasepisodes


Holding the phone in your hand, you contemplated earnestly on what to do. Your mind said to not bother, he was probably asleep. But your heart thudded with anticipation to hear his voice. Craving his touch was becoming unbearable,  but if you could just hear a snippet of that all-too familiar voice which sounded like home, you were positive you could make it the remaining four days. 

“Just do it, (Y/N).” You whispered, closing your eyes tightly. You glanced over at the left side of the bed, seeing as how it was empty and cold to the touch. Glancing over at your desk chair, he had one of his shirts draped across the back, not bothering to place it back in the closet. Yet you didn’t find the courage to move it. You enjoyed seeing that small piece of him in front of you.

He was on the road and you were inside the spacious home meant for two, all by yourself. You desperately wanted to tag along, but University life caught up with you quickly. On top of that, you were juggling a job. Things prevented you from being at his side, but you knew it wouldn’t be much longer.

You and him had FaceTimed at six, right after the plane was landed. He was in high spirits, but you could see the tiredness behind the oceanic blue eyes he possessed. He promised he would sleep, just to make you feel a bit more easy. Yet you knew how different he was. He could hardly asleep unless he was with you. 

And you were currently experiencing the same loss. 

You finally gave in and dialed his number. The agonizing rings resonated through your ears, making your heart rate increase. Moments later, a groggy accent came through. Immediately you regretted even calling him.

“(Y/N)?” His voice tiredly asked, a yawn resulting. 

“I am so sorry.” You whispered, tempted to let him go back to sleep. 

“It’s 3 A.M. Are you hurt? Is everything okay?” He asked. 

You sighed deeply. “I just miss you.” You admitted, a saddened tone evident in your voice. Finn grew quiet on the other end, but he finally broke the silence when you heard him shift around. 

“Love,” He sounded clearer and more awake. “I miss you, too.” 

Just the sound of his voice threatened a tear to fall from your eyes. “I’m so sorry for calling at this time. I know you must be exhausted, but I just really miss you and,” - “Baby, stop.” Finn cut you off. “I’m not mad one bit. I’m glad you called.”

You smiled softly. “Four more days of agony.” You laughed to hold back the tears. 

“Four more days and we’re back in each other’s arms.” Finn breathed out.

“Again, I’m really sorry for calling.” You apologized again. 

And I told you, it’s fine” Finn reminded you. 

You laid back on the bed, your head pressing into the softness of your pillow. Gazing over at the emptiness, you couldn’t help but smile. “Well, I think you need to get back to sleep… Hopefully you can.” You chuckled.

You could see Finn smiling behind the phone. 

Shouldn’t be that hard. I’m just glad I got to talk to you.” 

Me too.” You exhaled. 

“I’ll see you in four days.” You smiled to yourself.

See you in four days, babe. I love you.”

You smiled widely. 

“I love you too.” 

Without a word, chapter 4/?

John wakes up warm.

It only takes a few seconds to remember where he is, and with a lazy smile he tightens his grip around Sherlock’s waist. He’s lying on his back now, Sherlock’s head nuzzled against his neck and their legs tangled together. Closing his eyes, John allows himself to breathe Sherlock in, to bury his nose inside those lovely, tempting curls and let the all too familiar scent calm his pounding heart. He lets the feeling sink in, yes, he’s in Sherlock’s bed and yes he’s holding him close. Repressing a laugh, John slides one hand down Sherlock’s back and stops there. He knows he’ll have to explain himself, to face the consequences of his whispered question the night before, but somehow, it doesn’t alarm him.

He knows it should, after all the years he’s spent trying to keep it all inside, it should terrify him to know he finally let it slip out. Sherlock heard, that much is certain. If his quiet confession four days ago had remained just that, John knows he can’t just get away with this one. And that’s alright. He’ll tell Sherlock. He’ll tell him just how he wished he had kissed him that night. He’ll tell him about all the other times he wished he had sealed their lips together and let himself be brave. He’ll tell him how much he still wants to kiss him, to taste all of him. It’s alright, because he’s in love, desperately so with this brilliant man sleeping in his arms, and it’s about time he starts to truly, truly, be happy

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On 27th August 2013, Mona Nelson was sentenced to life in prison for the brutal murder of 12 year old Jonathan Foster.

On Christmas Eve of 2010, Jonathan’s mother was working and as a result he was left home alone that day. When she arrived home, it was discovered that her son had disappeared and a panicked search for the young boy ensued. Just four days later, Jonathan’s burnt remains were discovered at the bottom of a ditch in a northeastern region of Houston, Texas. It was thereafter determined that he had been tortured to death with a device similar to that of a blowtorch.

Surveillance footage which later emerged showed Nelson’s truck near to where Jonathan’s body was found and her dumping what appeared to be a container, and a witness also confirmed that the vehicle seen on the tape was similar to that identified at the Foster’s family home that day and identified Mona Nelson as its driver. It was also acknowledged that traces of Nelson’s DNA were found in various places on the Looney Tunes sweatshirt that Jonathan was wearing that day.

A motive for the killing was never identified, but Mona Nelson maintains that Jonathan’s stepfather, David Davis, had asked her to dispose of a container but she was entirely unaware about what was inside. After 12 hours of questioning by the police, Davis admitted he had become physically violent with Jonathan’s mother in the past but loved her son as a father would and never put him in harm’s way. He was ultimately ruled out as a suspect.

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Pretty Architecture presents: Glass houses S2E4

Leroy M. Merritt, a Maryland native and real estate developer, built this waterfront home in Pasadena, Md., in 1986. Mr. Merritt, who founded a chain of gyms in Baltimore called Merritt Athletic Clubs, passed away in January 2010 at the age of 79. The home, which now belongs to members of Mr. Merritt’s family, was built as a weekend retreat.

It is called the ‘Glass House’ and has walls of windows offering views of the Magothy River, Broad Creek and Sillery Bay. The 9,700-square-foot home sits on 3½ acres and has four bedrooms. The master suite has a vaulted ceiling with recessed lighting.

Following his death, Mr. Merritt’s family decided to auction the home. 'I decided the house needed a broader market than the regular real-estate industry can do,’ Ms. Stettinius says of her decision to introduce the auction option to the owners.

Via: online.wsj.com

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