Thanks for the netflix recommendations, guys! I started watching Grace and Frankie during pump time this morning and …. I couldn’t help but think I’m a little exactly like Frankie. Well. This is 20 minutes in to the first episode, but still.
This is an adaptation of a Gnostic rite of confession I found before. Similar to Deanism, the idea of kear/sin is not quite on par as it is with Christianity (depending on the tradition), but many feel the need to confess errors to Dea and unload the weight of our guilt to Her.
This can be performed any time of day but probably best at Evensong.
[After initial blessing and opening prayer, the sister should stand before the altar with the Scripture in hand]
Our Lady said, according to Scripture:
“You have gained knowledge of the world, but I say, be not wise with the wisdom of the world, nor proud with the pride of the world, nor troubled with the dignity of the world, neither lose yourself in any of the ways and fashions of the world, but come to me as little children in the pure simplicity of your hearts and the virgin innocence of your souls; for truly, all of you are children in the eyes of your Mother, and I shall receive all those who come as Her children. Come to Me and all faults shall be forgiven.” The Holy Mythos, Chapter10, 4-5
[The Scripture is placed on the altar and the sister kneels, veiled and head bowed]
The Lady be in my heart and upon my lips, That I may truly and humbly share and release my error, In the name of the Mother, and of the Daughter, And of the Great Mother, Amen.
I confess to Madria Dea and the Seven Janati, That I have missed the mark, By my own error in my thinking, words, and deed, In things done and left undone; Especially [name what you regret here],
For these and other acts of kear which I cannot remember, I am truly sorry. Our Lady Zoe/Aurora/Kore/Anna [choose name preferable], Who has left the power to Her community, To pronounce release of all those who truly seek Dea’s light, Leaving behind error, And by Her authority committed to me, I announce my freedom from all my error.
By the Mother, the Daughter and the Great Mother, Blessed be.
The scripture reminds us.
“Take heart, my children, take joy and courage in our Mother. For She who created you also loves you, even to the end of the age. Take heart, though you have turned from Her, for She has not forsaken you, neither are Her eyes filled with anger. And Her hands that have shattered the gates of Hell shall not harm you; that have broken Hell’s foundation shall be lain on you in gentleness. Therefore, hide not from Her, and put aside tangled weeds of thought that strive with each other. For of all things, love is the simplest.” - Our Mother’s Love, 3:9
every other princess zelda to link:
oh noble hero who has sacrificed so much... all of the events that have occurred are of my own fault... may the goddesses shine upon your pure and courageous heart........
botw zelda to link:
i'll give you 20 rupees to fuck off
You are a fireball of energy, blazing through life. You want to savor it’s rawness and be strong in all your might, and you are strong. But it’s okay to cry, and let the softer parts of yourself show- even for a moment- even if it’s just to yourself. Because deep down, through all that strength and valor, you still have the innocence of a child. Not everyone will understand what it’s like to be so authentic in the core, and that’s okay. You are you, in all of your wholeness and that should be shameless. Your childlike innocence doesn’t take away your strength, it gives you an impenetrable shield.
When you look in the mirror, what do you see? Do you love the person staring back at you, Do they fit the definition of what you find as beautiful? Look deeper, past the skin, past the tangible, and feel- do they feel Beautiful- If not, why not? If the answer has anything to do with other people, listen close. Beauty is subjective but you embody it, you are Earth in her purity, natural and cunning. It’s okay if you don’t always see, but always try to feel it. People don’t always understand the beautiful things in life and that’s okay, as long as you are aware of it yourself- you are akin to a flower blooming. No matter the petals, you are aromatic, intoxicating. Not everyone stops to smell the flowers, but take this as a reminder you always should.
You are a whirlwind of everything around you, and it’s quite remarkable. No one can pin you down, as you can hardly grasp yourself. You are a curiosity, as no one understands you, some days you don’t understand yourself. That’s okay, life is about perpetual learning, and not just about knowing. Knowledge may bring comfort, but it doesn’t secure it. You are a tornado, and it’s natural not everyone can keep up, and that’s okay. You are light-hearted being, with light that needs to dance and smile. Don’t let anyone take your smile away, and or erase the many facets of who you are. With so many faces, you aren’t fake, you’re just multi-dimensional.
You are sensitive and passionate, with a hard shell protecting everything you love. Life comes to you in phases, and you follow your passions wherever they may lead you. You shine brightly in the dark, when all is still. You are a contradiction, like most wonderful things- hard on the outside with a softness inside, both nurturing but harsh. It’s okay to be all of these things, and it’s okay to trade them out through time. You are the moon, and the moon is constantly reinventing herself.
You love fearlessly and boldly, and not everyone can handle that. Some are blinded, some are envious, but that’s okay, as long as it doesn’t dull who you are. You shine for those around you, because you love them and you need to know they love you too. It’s okay to love like you do, it’s okay to shine as bright as you do. You have a childlike adoration, and attention serves as validation. Praise strokes the fire in your heart, just remember not everyone has learned about love in it’s pure form. Love them as you would any other stranger, because they need it just as much, but don’t let it drain you. It’s okay to love the world, just know when to it’s time to move on, and be someone else’s sunshine.
You are the oil in the gears that make the world run smoothly. You are anxious, making double sure you’re perfecting your part in the world. It’s natural to want to feel appreciated, as you do so much for others. You might not always do the glamorous things, or be in the center, but you always are doing something. It’s okay to want to be thanked, it’s okay to want to be adored- because you deserve it. Just know, you have to appreciate yourself before anyone else does. Some people don’t see all of what you do, and you can’t change that. You can change who you service, and you can change how you percieve yourself. Always remember to adore yourself, and give yourself credit for everything you do. Without you, this world would be chaos, so remember you are important.
Who are you ? I’m sure you ask yourself this quite a lot, and it’s okay if the answer changes daily. It’s okay if the answer changes, because whether you believe it of not, there is no definite answer. People around you may seem solid in who they are, but their not, and that’s okay too. You are not less than them, and you a more than just a reflection, even if that’s others see you. Your identity is fluid, and it changes based upon the people- and that’s why being alone sometimes can be so scary. You are left unarmed as to who you are, with only the scraps of thoughts to keep you together. And sometimes those thoughts aren’t so pretty, and that’s okay, because you’re also more than what ugly thoughts have to offer. You are beautiful, in and of yourself, you are an egnima.
You are a curious being plopped in a curious world. There is so much mystery, so much hidden depth. Of course you want to explore it all, to you, there is no such thing as an unanswerable question, and every wonder has a right to be answered. This frightens the world at large, because the world isn’t always ready for the truth you bring. It’s okay that you wonder those questions, no matter how dark or taboo. This isn’t a fault with you, because the world is heavy in denial. This is your virtue, because you walk the path so many are hesitate to glance down. Always ask, always discover, always seek, just remember security isn’t always found in the answers. Sometimes the answers break the security you thought you had, and this begs more questions. It’s okay to vulnarable, it’s okay to be exposed sometimes, especially to those who mutually love you, as you love them. Perhaps it’s this way, you’ll find the answer you’re looking for through yourself? But that’s just another question you’re going to have to answer- and it’s okay if there’s more after that.
The world is an adventure, and an experience to indulge in. You are a wildfire, untamed and wild, It’s okay to wander. Beings like you aren’t meant to be caged, you are meant to drift and discover, to teach all those who listen. It’s okay to want to befriend the world, just remember not everything is friendly. You know this, but you’re brave and luck always seems to be on your side. It’s okay to believe in luck, always count your stars while you can. If by some stroke of chance you loose them, know that you can always find them again, or better, create your own lucky stars.
The world is dark, it is hollow, but you fill a much needed crack within it. You are the cement that holds the foundation for many different people, and that’s why the world feels so heavy. It’s okay to feel brittle after holding so much weight for so long. It’s okay to feel exhausted, because this world is mericiless and you brave it well. Your ambitions is what carries you and the ones you love. Just remember, you are also human, and not a machine, even if others don’t see it that way. Remember that, it’s okay to rest, and that you can always carry on in the morning.
When people imagine colors that don’t exist, they think of you. You function on a plane that many people never ventured on, because so many people are afraid of what they don’t know. You embody what people are afraid of, not because you’re scary, but because you’re different. Different- that’s an adjective that’s used so much in reference to you, it’s practically a synonym to your name. You are just you though, and that’s the magic of it. It’s okay if people don’t understand you’re unique sense of self, it’s okay if they don’t understand your compassion for the world. Its okay if some nights are lonely because you feel misunderstood, some things aren’t meant to be understood by everyone. You aren’t alone for this, you are united because of it. It’s through your eccentricity that will bond you with the few people that truly understand.
The world consumes you, as you unknowingly consume it. You a radar of sensitivity, picking on the undercurrents that most people don’t notice. Some days it feels like your drowning in those waves, and no one understands. They don’t, and that’s okay. They don’t understand you, because often times, they are half blind to the world around them. You hold unimaginable depth, and some people don’t know how to handle that. You are a sponge, soaking up the world’s vibrations and empathy. This may seem like a curse, but it’s a blessing to see the world so vibrantly. This world consumes you, but that’s okay, because you also have the power to capture it.
We fall in love with personality, the words they say, and their behaviour, the thoughts and opinions, the moments you make and remember. We lust with our eyes and love with our hearts. I would say it is completely possible to fall in love with someone without having a physical contact because it is a pure, raw love for them, who they are and what they’re about. Perhaps it’s the best way to fall in love. You fall in love with the sight of their soul.
“allura you felt the dark energy when it first started, you have a connection to this magic. i know you can get us out of this somehow. we all saw what you did on the balmera and how you power the castle.”
“no one trained you to save the balmera but you did that. i know you can do it, there’s a reason the blue lion chose you. you’re the one who brought everyone together. you can do this. every moment we’ve had together, they’ve all led to this day. this is your destiny. you’re the heart of voltron”
JN: Are you curious about the reason why you are the most loved and taken care of by the members? Though there are many reasons, my own reason for loving you is your kind and pure heart. Winwin is not only handsome outside, but also beautiful inside. Hyung truly cherishes you.
CAN I GET A BEST FRIENDS TO LOVERS PLOT ?? like not even an instant one, but like one with the gradual build up. like MUSE A comes to them after a fight with their significant. MUSE B knocks on their window after a horrible date. no one gets me like you. inside jokes no one understand. maybe even a secret handshake ?? just chemistry so strong it melts your heart. so innocent & pure. bonus points if people used to say they’d get married one day and they both laughed at the idea. but here they are. laughing about what their lives have become. how at the end of the day they’ve always had each other. and now they can’t help but wonder.
(m)-mature / 6.5k words / roomate!jungkook / happy reading !
jungkook accidental roommate smut? u accidentally buy the same apartment (it happens in dramas often) (+)
Can I request switch!jungkook smut? Like he starts out submissive and then bOOM! He’s dominant af
Summer in New York had never been more depressing. Or hot. Every step outside seems to melt the flesh from your bones, every memory you had of him peeled another layer off your heart. It had been three months of pure hell and although the heat made the thought of being close to anyone impossibly unbearable, you’d give anything to hold him in your arms again. But he had cheated on you, left you, and the best thing to do was move on. Or at least try.
The weather forecast predicted a humid rain, clouds shrouding the ominous sky and a layer of mystery covering the roof of your new home. Or the new home you’d be sharing with four other people. This is supposed to be the city of new beginnings and independent lives. Where one can explore themselves through the city. But sadly, as a transferred college student, the only thing you could afford was a share house in the middle of Brooklyn.
Sucking in a deep breath, you grunt while lugging your large suitcase and duffel up the short set of stairs, banging on the door somewhat gracefully with your elbow. Almost immediately, as if you’d been waited upon, the door unlatches and an older, thinner woman appears. Her skin is somewhere between tan and gold, wrinkle lines around her eyes and mouth. The hair atop her head is swirled into an artful bun, small wisps of white-gray hair escaping the masterpiece.
“Just on time,” her voice is sweet, slow, and welcoming, stepping aside and waving you in.