In English we know him by his Greek name, Thoth, but this ancient Egyptian god was known as Djehuty or Dhwty. Thoth was the patron of scribes and was considered the inventor of writing. He was usually portrayed as a man with an ibis head, or as a baboon. He was also the god of mathematics, of all the sciences, and every branch of human and divine knowledge. His symbols are the crescent moon, the writing case, the papyrus and the pen.

Some Jedi Service Corps thoughts for @jhaernyl, based on their meta

Part 1 - Service Corps general

The six branches of the Service Corps are Agricultural, Medical, Exploration, Educational, Logistics, and Technical.

Initiates sent into the Service Corps, no matter where they’re initially assigned, are housed in the Corps District to continue their education (they’re Definitely NOT sent directly off world by themselves).  This includes some standard Order curriculum, a general knowledge of all branches of the Corps and teachings on the Force.  It also includes a continuation of physical training and weaponry. only instead of lightsabers, they’ve got various hand to hand combats, ranged and melee weapons (all very uncivilized), and a number of devices made up by the Techs.  Combat training is taught to be defensive first and offensive as a last resort.

Teachers are from all areas, and aim to help the transition from Initiate to Novice.  After a period of time (maybe 2 or 3 years) the Council of Reassignment will reassess a novices’s branch assignment.

Various branches of the Service Corps often work collaboratively on all sorts of problems and ideas. i.e., the ExplorCorps will send plant/soil samples and data back to the AgriCorps, who work with TechCorps to recreate various planetary environments and the MediCorps to study the botany.

The basic term of address for any member is Corpseti.  Corps specific terms include Greenhand (AgriCorps), Medic, Teacher, Traveller (ExplorCorps), Admin or Logis (LogistiCorps), Technician.

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Mother, all arts and sciences, all branches of knowledge, are your modifications, all women in the world are your manifestations. You alone pervade the entire creation.~ Chandi Path.

All women in the world are manifestations of the Goddess, women who beg, steal and borrow so their children don’t go without, women who go hungry to make sure their families have enough food, women who are victims of domestic violence, rape survivors, women who have to deal with misogyny everyday in order to succeed in life or just exist, women with body image constantly under scrutiny, women unfairly paid, the prostitute, the chief executive, happy women, independent women, ALL women are manifestations of the Goddess.

A Nightmarish Feast.

His surroundings were totally unknown. There were trees as large as skyscrapers, the grass was laid out like a carpet before him and the sun was littering through the tree branches casting shadows all around him. There wasn’t any knowledge of the place except to keep walking to get to his destination. What that was he had no idea. He just knew he had to hurry before something terrible came after him. What that terrible thing was and why it was so terrible didn’t seem clear the further he walked. It was almost like he was walking in a giant circle, unable to do anything about it. The sounds of snarling and growling behind him was the only indication he had that he wasn’t alone anymore. And one glance over his shoulder confirmed his worst fears.

It was a wolf. Large and black, eyes shining like little fires in the dark shadows of the trees. It was here for him and only him. He had to get away. He had to get home. Don’t let it catch you, Hummel. Don’t let it catch you. So he ran. He ran as fast as he could. But no matter how fast his legs carried him he didn’t seem to be able to go anywhere. Completely helpless and that mercy of this great beast that emerged from the woods and stalked towards him. There was no warning. Just a howl then he was being pounced on, knocking him to the ground. The next thing he knew everything hurt. Nothing but pain swallowed him up leading him to scream.

“Kurt! KURT!

Being shaken awake by his father, Kurt sat up in bed which was drenched in cold sweat and other things so it seemed since his pajama pants were soaked. He hadn’t wet the bed in years but he knew what the sensation felt like none the less. It was just getting light out which meant that Kurt had cried himself to sleep only a few hours ago since he hadn’t been much in the mood for sleeping.

“I’m fine, dad. I just need to change…I….uhm…” Kurt’s face went aflame with embarrassment and humiliation. Apparently it was a normal reaction though to his traumatized experience. Something he had hoped was also a brutal nightmare that he would wake up from. Secretly he still hoped that it was.

Changing into another pair of pajamas and several pair of underwear just so he could feel secure again, Kurt returns to the freshly made bed where he curls up under the blankets, hugging his pillow to his chest and hiding his face against it where he stays for several more hours. Even refusing to eat what toast his dad made him since his stomach was still sensitive and he had thrown up several times during the night. He wouldn’t be able to eat anything that day and if he was going to be taken away against his will next, he doubted he’d be able to eat for a while. The depression from that thought even had him thinking about how it would be better to die of starvation then live as a werewolf mate.