infused spirits

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Index of First Lines | Emily Dickinson: The Complete Poems

June Jordan | Roman Poem Number Five

Nina Auerbach | Daphne du Maurier, Haunted Heiress

Shirley Jackson | The Haunting of Hill House

Dorothea Lasky | Two Doors To Hell | Black Life

Shirley Jackson | The Haunting of Hill House

June Jordan | November

670 | Emily Dickinson: The Complete Poems

Hawthorn

Gender: Masculine

Planet: Mars

Element: Fire

Spiritual Attributes: Fertility, chastity, fishing magic, happiness, wishes, lust. Place around the bedroom or carry to enforce or maintain chastity or celibacy. Sacred to the fairy. Used to decorate maypoles. Used in weddings and handfastings to increase fertility. Wear while fishing to ensure a good catch. Wear or carry to promote happiness and protect against lightning. Keep in a house to repel ghosts and evil spirits. An infusion of the herb used to wash floors will remove negative vibrations.

Medical Uses: A tea of the leaves and flowers will improve circulation and lower blood pressure. It aids in most heart problems especially the tightness around the heart feeling, reduce stress and treat insomnia. The flowers and berries are astringent and can be used for sort throats.

When the Gemini opens her mouth to speak, or wrap her sacred hands
around a pen, or sits behind a keyboard,
the heavens
part, it’s all ‘stop the press!’ a beautiful Gemini has a message to share. Words tangle like galaxies in the spectacular Mercury mind, a transporting
vessel to crossword rollercoasters of sky writing, ideas, limricks, and
rhymes.
Her hollow body slips into any form, she is many women in one flirty enigma,
a woman who reads, and wonders, guards her independence,
and thinks a million thoughts an instant, she can be a housewife or a professor,
a nurse or a television anchor, or everything at once, five or six things at the
same time. When she is lost in thought or talk, her youthful spirit glows like a child dancing in the sun. Her erratic, misty spirit infuses into any environment like translucent dewdrops. Self-­expression and language is Gemini’s ultimate potion
Her voice is dripping with sorcery and cosmic spells
She’s the letter writer for the Gods, the notebook of the skies
She is a double bodied rapscallion, a pixie who flitters from group to group, a cosmic bubble who floats by to blow a refreshing airy breeze,
She so easily charms with her wicked humor and clever quips,
she gone as soon as you blink, because like a wave of the magic mercury hand, she will vanishes back to Neverland
-Cherry

Mob Psycho 100 x Paranatural

Okay my dudes, I figure I may as well put these ideas down in one post since I don’t have time to draw them (or any more at least). They all stemmed from a convo a month or two ago between me and @happikattwuzheere concerning how Reigen is the Anti-Spender.

@7bluecats and @cocoa-bee I think you two were asking about this general stuff.

-cracks knuckles- 

Okay so. I have like. Several variations on the theme.

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KEEP PLANTING SEEDS
If you wait for perfect conditions, you will never get anything done. God’s ways are as mysterious as the pathway of the wind, and as the manner in which a human spirit is infused into the little body of a baby while in the mother’s womb. Keep on sowing your seed, for you never know which will grow-perhaps it all will!
Ecclesiastes 11:4-6
Befriend Your Spirit Guide: 3 Simple Steps

If you wish to embody your truth and your greatness; if you wish to enjoy optimal quality of life and radiant well-being, you must take the all-important step of honing your intuition and honoring your inner Knowing. One thing we can expect when our sixth sense becomes more heightened, is increased awareness of the benevolent, white-light-infused spirit beings that are around us all the time. These beings are devoted to helping, guiding, supporting, nudging, and prodding us along our path in life.

We all have more than a few specific Spirit Guides assisting us on our journey through life, and one main, full-time Spirit Guide. We usually call this our “Guardian Angel,” though it’s actually a Spirit Guide and the two are not the same thing. “Angels” are a different phyla from “spirits.” Spirits have the capacity to incarnate into human form, and angels do not, plus angels are at a much higher energetic frequency than spirits.

Our main Spirit Guide is with us 24/7, from birth until death. It’s empowering and comes as a relief to learn that our life’s unfoldings are not riding entirely on our own shoulders. It’s a revelation to learn we are never alone! Cultivating a relationship with your Spirit Guide can dramatically improve your quality of life, plus provide a powerful source for you to ask for and receive guidance, help, clarity, and insight on your path. Connecting to your Spirit Guide will also dramatically enhance your spiritual journey in general.

Here are three steps for contacting your Spirit Guide:

1. Connect to your own spirit and soul’s essence so that you can hear the whispers of your Spirit Guide.

When you connect to your soul’s essence, you raise your vibration, and with a raised vibration it will be much easier for your Spirit Guide to make conscious contact with you. Our Spirit Guides are always communicating with us. It’s just that our lives (and minds) are so loud, busy, stressful, and chaotic that we don’t generally hear them. Our Spirit Guide’s presence is soft and subtle so as not to override our free will. Generally, we have to consciously get quiet, and actively choose to listen to these spirit beings if we are to be able to hear them.

2. Write a letter.

Actively consult with your Spirit Guide in epistolary form (fancy wording for letter form). Ask for help, clarity, solutions, insight, and guidance. Also, be sure to express gratitude for all they do for you! You will receive answers, though these will most often come in unexpected, understated, and nuanced ways.

Keep a look out for signs, symbols, synchronicity, and “coincidences.” These contain messages for you. (It’s true that “there is no such thing as a coincidence” inasmuch as coinciding events are always divinely orchestrated and as such always carry meaning and significance of some kind.)

You may also receive crystal clear messages from lines of songs you hear, books you read, conversations with people, discussions overheard, or even from television shows, messages that seem overlaid with heightened meaning and uncannily answer the very question you had.

All of these occurrences can powerfully double as very real communication from your Spirit Guide. If you meditate with regularity, you make it a thousand times easier for your Spirit Guide to speak to you in a tangible way.

3. Ask for his or her name.

Demonstrate your faith, trust, and belief in the existence of your Spirit Guide by asking, in the form of a prayer, for his or her name. (Yes, they are male or female.)

My main Spirit Guide’s name is Penelope. My secondary Spirit Guide is named Rupert. A dear friend of mine’s Spirit Guide is named Zora. Another dear friend’s Spirit Guide’s name is Joseph. It can be a very normal name, and it can be a more exotic, unusual name.

Speak out loud to your Spirit Guide, let him or her know you wish to cultivate a closer relationship and that you’d like for that to begin with the powerful rite of passage of getting onto a first-name basis.

If you ask for this revelation with fearlessness, true readiness, and with heartfelt conviction, in upcoming weeks you will receive the name on three separate occasions.

Again, as in #2, the name will come through songs, books, conversations, a postcard received, a name spray-painted on a brick wall, hearing someone call the name out loud near you on the street, an old, old friend with that name who calls you out of the blue after 23 years of no contact, or just through an unmistakable intuitive download, a “spontaneous Knowing.”

Try these tips for yourself and watch your Spirit Guides become less a vague, half-believed idea, and more an intimate, invaluable friendship you’ve cultivated that helps to sustain, strengthen, uplift, and support you in every aspect of your life. It’ll be amazing for you to reap the benefits in your life of having a real connection with your invisible helpers and guides.

By: Dr. Naomi Pabst

In Cancer, we create home, the place. This is ancestral lineage blossoming from the IC in the physical body. And in Neptune, we come home, and slip away from the material world in reunion with the soul home. Neptune exalts in Cancer and rules Cancer esoterically. The divine creative, intrinsic and reflexive supernal motherly urges of Neptune leak from deep within the subconscious, and manifest into form through the feminine Moon. Here the infinite soul of the spirit infuses with the physical, in the universe’s most sacred symphony, new life, sacrifice, creation. Esoteric astrologers consider rulerships and exalting planets to be passageways that provide the pillars for soul evolution. Through these lenses, in Neptune, Cancer finds home. It finds its most divinely bound communion with the sought place of belonging, and this is the elated reunion with the cosmic parent. The divine peak experience and ultimate intimacy awaits when one becomes a parent themselves, acting as the channel between the heavens and earth, and creating a circle between child, parent and the majestic universal grandparent (god). . • ° ☾°☆
-Cherry

Lughnasadh / Lammas: Faery Magic

At Lughnasadh, Witches like to call upon the skilled and gifted members of the Faery faith. Sometimes when the Moon is doing strange and wonderful things and we wonder at the secrets of the stars, it helps to celebrate the constancy of the Faeries. Their lively spirits infuse all of Nature with Otherworldly vitality. The diverse pantheon of Goddesses and Gods is filled with animated figures of youth and entrancing harmonies. They are accomplished and visionary and feed our love of beauty and the magical arts.

In Celtic legend, the Catti People of Ireland were one such tribe. The Catti, or Cat People, were a mystical people who worshiped cats and emulated cats in the way they made up their faces. If a cat died, they wore the catskin as a sacred cloak. They would keep the fur to make headdresses and wear the claws as amulets. The Celts believed the eyes of the cat were an entrance to the Faery world. A cat’s brain is always in alpha, so it is very easy to communicate with physically. So-called cat experts would say that cats are hallucinating when they stare at certain spots in the room. We know they are seeing the spirit world. Cats become familiars the more you pet them. If you would like to communicate with the Faery world, especially with a King or Queen, cats are good communicators. Here is some cat potion you can use to anoint your cat, bringing him or her protection and magical empowerment, followed by a cat spell given in honor of the Catti tribe from Ireland.

CAT POTION

Ingredients:

1 dram catnip oil

1 dram heliotrope oil

1 dram olive oil

large pinch catnip leaves

shedding fur from a live magic cat (just a few strands)

Blend all ingredients and keep in a magic bottle.

CAT SPELL 

Putting a cat in the Magic Circle is not always a good idea, because during a ritual they often decide to get up and leave to have a snack. It is better to use fur or whiskers to represent the cat in the circle. Never cut a cat’s whiskers! Gather them up when they fall out.

For the following spell you will need:

cat potion, above

1 statue or picture of a cat

1 white, 1 black, 1 yellow, and 1 green candle

1 small bowl

1 thurible and charcoal

1 magic mirror

1 bowl cat food

1 wand

1 black magic bag

3-foot black cord

parchment

1 black pen

Faery Flower Oil*

*To make this oil, mix 1 dram elder oil, 1 dram lavender oil, and a few dried rose buds. Warm slowly in an enamel saucepan. Let cool. Pour into a magic bottle.

Light the candles and anoint with cat potion, and say: I call upon the clan of the Cat People to come to this sacred space and bring their power and love to cast a Faery spell. 

Put Faery Flower Oil on coal and say: Faery magic play and pat upon the magic of this cat. 

Pick up the picture or cat statue and pass it through the smoke of the incense. Place “cat” in front of the magic mirror as if the cat were looking into it. On your parchment write: “Catti, Catti, show to me what my future is to be. Catti, Catti, to me send a future that I may shape and bend. Catti, Catti, protect the animals and the human race. I ask that this will be approved in the eyes of the sidhe, by my will, So mote it be.”

Place some cat fur, Faery Flower Oil, whiskers, and three drops of cat potion on the spell. Roll it up and put it in  the black magic bag. Then tie the bag to the black cord so you may wear it for three days and nights. While you wear the black bag, expect your cat to act a little strange. She will see the faeries around you. When you have a chance, pet her and look into her eyes to see the Otherworld. If you do not have a cat, use the statue or picture and keep it in front of your magic mirror every time you need and answer or protection. After three days and nights, hang the cord in your living space.

(Source: Celebrate the Earth A Year of Holidays in the Pagan Tradition by Laurie Cabot with Jean Mills)  

Gruvia Week Day 6 - Fear

Gruvia Week Day 6 - Fear

A/N: I know it’s late! Sorry! Here is my entrant for Gruvia Week 2016 Day 6 - Fear  Day 7 will be up tomorrow! Enjoy!

 

Juvia stood squinting and panting a trickle of blood running out her lips down her chin on the muddy and frozen battlefield, the smell of smoke and the feel of death and destruction hung toxic in the air around her, the attacking soldiers were never ending and Lyon and Meredy were dangerously near their magical limit’s, the fight needed to end soon, Juvia knew she had to keep on fighting no matter how exhausted she may feel she knew that she had to press on because at any moment her beloved may need her help.  Throwing a powerful wave of boiling water at General Invel in front of her she dared a look at Gray-sama watching as his muscles relaxed and contracted as he fought off more soldiers, dodging their attacks, the icemage jumped backwards putting distance between him and them, Juvia noticed his dodges getting slower only slightly but having trained so closely with him she noticed every tell tale sign that he was tiring.  Juvia pupils dilated as Gray looked her way staring deeply into her navy blue orbs his dark gray eyes going wide to, feeling like they were connected by an invisible string.  They both nodded at each other before jumping back into their respective battles.

Panting heavily Gray stared at the sea of soldiers no matter how much ice-make magic he threw at them they just kept on coming.  Lyon and Meredy seemed worn down to but they were looking out for each other off to his right.  Gray cursed himself he should be helping Juvia against Invel he should have her back but he couldn’t seem to break through the never ending mass of soldiers even with his devil slaying magic helping his ice-make magic.  “DAMN IT! Why won’t you annoying bastards just clear off already! I have bigger fish to fry!” He growled.

“Gray behind you!” The icemage heard Lyon shout as he was struck from behind hot blood pooling out his back bringing him to his knees, the pain knocking the breath out of him.

“Gray-sama!!” He heard Juvia scream his name making his heart twist. He couldn’t give up.  

Juvias blue hair flew around in the violent winds as she battled Invel. She was well suited to him, she was able to melt his ice with her water and as long as she remained in her waterbody all his attacks would go through her she just needed to wait until he ran out of steam.  He was a very skilled ice-make wizard nothing like she had ever seen.  He commanded dynamic ice like Lyons as well as static like Gray-samas but there was something more to it which Juvia couldn’t quite place her finger on.  Dodging the next lot of lances the watermage fired a boiling water cyclone at Invel who dodged it.

“It’s time to stop playing games.” He paused  “You’re by far the strongest watermage I’ve come across.” He smirked at her licking his bottom lip, his narrowed eyes piercing hers with a cold gaze through his spectacles unnerving her slightly.  

“Gray behind you!” Juvia heard Lyon shouting causing her to snap her head around to where he was fighting, her eyes growing wide as fear shot through her like lightning as a soldier struck him from behind.  

“Gray-sama!!” She screamed at him as the icemage fell to his knees in the sodden battlefield.  Juvia felt tears pricking her eyes as she started to run to him, her body acting before her mind could even think.  Juvia has to help Gray-sama!

“You’re not going anywhere until I am finished with you!” Juvia froze in her tracks.  “Ice-make snow cheetah!” Invel shouted sending the speedy creature towards her, Juvia couldn’t believe how fast that creation could move, it was as fast as the real thing if not faster, it was to late for her to move as the cold ice creation collided into her tearing at her clothes and skin.  “Give up yet?!”  Invel chuckled as Juvia struggled against it staring into the creatures eyes.  There was something there.  She didn’t have time to think about what as her body was being ripped by its claws.

“Waterbody!” Juvia shouted as her body shifted into hot water melting most of the animal attacking her. “Sierra!” The watermage threw her body forwards propelling it through the remained of the cheetah towards Invel hoping to catch him off guard.  “Juvia will never give up! As long as Juvia has love in her heart! She will not give up!” Putting even more power into her Sierra attack Juvia shot towards the older ice-make wizard like a shooting star.  

“That love will be the end of you! It is your weakness!” He roared as he made ice-make daggers fly towards her.  

“Those will have no affect on Juvia! Not in her heated water!” She got closer to Invel as the spears made contact making her scream in pain as she fell straight to the floor hard the mud sucking her down like quick sand. “H…How?” She gritted her teeth slowly and shakily picking herself up, mud dripping from her clothes.

“Like your little pink haired friend, Meredy or Melody was it? Nevermind. I can aim my ice at your pain sensors, even in your water form.  I have fought many watermages and you all have the same weakness.  You all think your indestructible.”  He placed his fist to his palm.  “Now have a taste of my true power! Ice-make bull!” A giant bull of ice charged towards Juvia with such ferocious power in such a short distance boring into her side.

“Gahhhh!” She cried out as the bull punctured through her ivory skin staining it crimson before flinging the watermage through the air.

“Ice-make freeze lance!” Invel shouted at he fired an array of freeze lances at her, Juvia just barely managing to slip into her waterbody in time but that didn’t stop the lances hitting her pain sensors.  She had been fighting endlessly against the soldiers before coming up against Invel her magic was almost all used up, especially after her failed Sierra attack.  She had put a lot into that move.  Juvias waterbody gave out as she shifted back into her normal body feeling the full brunt of the pain she had been masking as she closed her eyes not looking forwards to hitting the floor but her fall was halted.

“I’ve got you.” A strong pair of arms caught and encircled Juvia, her heart beating rapidly in her chest as her eyes flew open immediately met by deep grey ones.  Pissed off grey ones.  “You should be more careful you know.” His voice was strained as he struggled to keep his emotions in check, Juvia was in a bad state, she was losing a lot of blood. The icemage froze the worst injuries, his touch gentle as if he was scared of her breaking in his arms.

“Gray-sama….” Juvia murmured as he tended to her quickly.  His eyes flicking to hers invoking warm feelings in the two of them when they met.

“I’ll take it from here.  You make sure to rest, kay?” His voice was rough but laced through it was worry, he wanted her to be safe, she had overexerted herself.  Laying her tenderly on the ground his stormy face fell to Invel.

“An ice wizard I see.” Invel smirked at him.  “This shouldn’t be too difficult.” The older ice wizard rolled up his bloodied cuffs, Juvia had really put him through his paces.

“Yeah it wont be difficult for me.”  Grays voice was cold as the air around him grew frigid seeping ice magic. “You’re gonna pay for what you’ve done to Juvia.” Grays ice devil tattoo started to grow on his forearm.  “Ice make freeze lancer!” White arrows of ice shot at Invel who made no attempt to move.

“Ice-make shield!” A giant shield of ice flew up from the ground bouncing Grays freeze lancers back towards him.

“Damn it.” He cursed as he jumped towards Juvia shielding her body with his own, his own ice barely affected him.  His eyes fell to the fallen watermage who was out cold she looked so defenceless.   “Juvia…” He muttered stroking her cheek before turning back to Invel.  “He will pay.” His raven bangs covered his eyes as his fists clenched at his sides.  “I WON’T LOSE ANYONE ELSE!” Gray shouted as the ice devil tattoo spread up his arm encasing half his body in its black mark.

He’s an ice devil slayer?! Invel stared wide eyed at the wizard in front of him.

“Ice-make bazooka!! Ice-make knuckle!” Gray wasn’t giving him a chance to retaliate infusing all his attacks with his devil slayer magic for a bit of extra punch. “Ice-make arrows! Ice-make Gungir!” Invel was incased in ice and launched high into the air defenceless. “Ice-make crescent blades!” Half moon blades propelled through the air towards Invel striking him down to the floor, Gray panting from the amount of magic he’d used.

Shaking Invel pulled himself up from the floor looking at Gray with one eye closed, blood dripping from the wound in his side before froze it. “Impressive.” He chuckled. “Ice-make frozen nebula!”  He smirked catching Gray off guard.  Nebula? That’s one of Juvias moves! But how?  Standing his ground Gray opened his mouth to absorb the ice magic eating the whole nebula.

“You’re magic is useless against me-” Gray clutched his stomach feeling nauseous as he choked.  “Wh-what the…” His vision went blurry and he felt the familiar heat of his devils magic trying to take a hold like it had tried to do in those six months he lived with Juvia.  His body was weakened and it thrived on that.

“Ice-make arrows! Ice-make snow cheetah!” Gray couldn’t even see let alone react as he was hit with a barrage of ice-make spells.  What’s happening to me? The attacks were halted and Gray felt himself leaning against someone familiar.  Peering up, his vision clearing Gray smiled.  Of course it would be you.  

“No-one hurts Gray-sama.” Her voice was murderous, the wind whipping through her blue hair the rain growing heavier as the skies darkened.

“Juvia of the deep.  The rain woman.  I can see why you bear all the titles you do.” Juvia recoiled slightly at his words but Gray squeezed her waist with the arm that was wrapped around her reassuring her.

“Your ice magic.  It’s infused with the spirits of those that you have defeated.  Is it not?  That’s why it is poison to Gray-sama.”  Gray was dumbfounded.

“You’re right.  Intelligence, beauty and power.  What a wonderful addition to my collection you will make.”  

“Not if I have anything to say about it!” Gray was more upright now still clutching his stomach.

“You.” Invel laughed as he pushed his broken specs up the bridge of his nose.  “You can barely stand.  Let alone fight for your little girlfriend here.” Gray just growled at Invel as Juvia blushed beside him.  When this is all over I’ll give you my answer.  She would never forget those words.  Those words made her fight for her life and his.

“Gray-sama you need to expel all that ice you absorbed then we stand a chance.” Juvias eyes met his full of confidence.  Gray nodded he remembered hearing Natsu had to that to when ever he ate dodgy fire.

“Here goes nothing’… ice maker geyse- AHH.” Gray doubled over as everything he looked at seemed to shake violently, pain tearing through his stomach, he felt so cold inside but he knew his body was boiling hot.

“Gray-sama!” Juvia shrieked wrapping an arm around him shocked by how hot his skin felt.

“Stay away from me!” Gray shouted harshly at the watermage.  “I don’t want to hurt you Juvia.” He said bitterly but with good intention.

“Juvia can help Gray-sama!” She protested, the fierceness in her voice reminded him of Erzas as the icemage turned to look at her he felt everything start to become stable, he saw that her clothes were all torn leaving little to the imagination, her hair was mixture of blue and red, but she stood tall and proud despite her injuries.  “Water lock.” Gray was engulfed in a dome of freezing cold water cooling his skin and clearing his groggy mind.  He needed to get rid of that bad ice he had absorbed.

“FREEZE!” He shouted freezing Juvias water lock in a glorious purple hue before it shattered sending purple like crystal scattering through the air and across the battlefield, Gray looked to his left to see arrows of ice flying towards Juvia, fear striking though him.

“Ice-make arrows!” Juvia didn’t know if she could use her waterbody or not as she tried to dodge them anyway feigning left.

“Juvia!” Gray shouted summoning her to his side as he took her small delicate hand in his.  “We have to use everything we have left.”  He spoke softly staring at Invel.  “What kind of dark, crazy, twisted magic absorbs the souls of it foes and infuses their power with its own.”

“Zerefs magic.” Juvia answered her chest rising and falling as she panted.

“I can’t wait to add the two of you to my collection!” Invel gloated it was obvious that he too was feeling the effects of using his magic for such a long time.

“Lets do this now.”  Gray faced Juvia feeling lost and found in her eyes as he lifted their joined hands level with chest feeling his heart rate pick up as he smiled at her, the one person who had stuck by him through everything.  Juvia smiled back as their magic melded and united, the wind and rain whipping harder and harder.

“Juvia trusts Gray-sama one hundred percent.” Her words as fluid as water, the ocean in front of them was growing ever violent as it reacted to Juvias emotions.  Who knew she had this much power?

“Only one hundred percent?” Gray cocked his head to the side chuckling as Juvia blushed.  “You ready?” He asked squeezing her hand gently.

“Yes Gray-sama.”  The pair faced Invel as he looked at them curiously.  They’re going to attempt a unison raid?  I doubt they’d be able to pull it off.  Something about the look in their eyes though unnerved the ice wizard as he cast an ice-make shield and wall.

“ICE GEYSER!” Gray shouted imbuing it with as much devil slaying magic as he could they had to end this now.

“WATER NEBULA!” Juvia put her remaining magic into her last attack throwing everything she had behind it as her and Gray-samas magic mixed, her water nebula a bright blue, beautiful like the ocean on a summers day but as deadly as a tsunami.  Grays ice geyser was as cold as it looked the beautiful spiked ice was as fatal as it looked.

Panting the pair waited to see if they had been victorious, their hands still joined and sure enough Invel was down for the count.

“We did it.” Gray whispered relieved that the battle was over.

“Yes Gray-sama!  Nothing is a match for our-”  The watermage went to throw her arms around him but her legs gave way underneath her. Gray wrapped an arm around her waist stopping her descent as her hands rested on his chest.

“Juvia…” He didn’t know what to say or do as he stared into her eyes, he didn’t know if he wanted to tell her now - his answer, he knew he didn’t want to risk losing her again.  No he couldn’t.  It would have to wait until there was certain future.  He did need to focus for now, there was still Zeref and E.N.D to defeat. “We should find Lyon and Meredy and rest up.” Juvia nodded as they walked back supporting each other as snow started to fall from the sky.

“How odd snow in summer.” Juvia commented as they trudged through the mud.

“Guess that’s what happens when you mix ice an’ water.” Gray chuckled his heart feeling light.

“Oh.” Was all Juvia could squeak as a blush lined her cheeks.  That was one battle down but the real ones were still to come but for now they needed to rest.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed it!  Even if it was a bit bumpy in places!  What did you think of my idea of Invels ice being infused with the spirits of those he defeated?

 

CrookedMoonlight

To learn the 8th house I really had to learn the polarity of the 2nd house.  Scorpio-Taurus, 2nd-8th house to me is like where soul meets body, the energies after bodies vanish. While the second house builds lasting physical sanctuary of comfort to provide and share, the Venus ruled seventh opens the door for the bonding of astral states in the eighth. Here the eighth house creates an ephemeral inner world of shared secrets and deep, penetrating spirit infusion. This is the soul without clothes, the bare, and uncovered spirit. The Taurus body is the temple, the circling particles of tree dew and tangling Fixed vines that connects the physical states. Scorpio is the etheric split that draws frequencies both worlds, and he dissolves the body with soul in divine reunion. Death in physical form as “I” becomes “we” and Pluto guards the 8th house and esoterically rules Pisces, so Pisces rules here in esoteric astrology. The theme of childbirth resonates here, and this is painful because one is becoming two and painfully splitting. In the eighth house this is the experience of previous selves, the trauma and pain of shedding old skin
#sister signs

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THE PROCESS: AN INTERVIEW WITH POETIC KINETICS

By now you’re probably aware of the extraordinary works produced by art collective Poetic Kinetics. The giant astronaut? That’s them. The huge snail with a foam party machine in the tail? That’s them. This years caterpillar -> butterfly installation at Coachella? That’s them too! 

We caught up with Patrick Shearn, the President and Co-Founder of the LA-based collective, last month to learn more about the process of bringing these amazing concepts to life at festivals around the world year after year.

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sovietsoldier1120  asked:

Widowtracer opening presents.

The warm, happy atmosphere of the Overwatch base served only to emphasize the icy loneliness in Lena’s chest. She understood why Amélie couldn’t attend the party - Talon agents were not exactly welcome in Overwatch - but it didn’t make her feel any better.

Everyone seemed happy and warm and cozy, even the rather frosty relations between Fareeha and her mother had thawed. Snuggled up to Angela, Fareeha was exchanging small talk with Ana, warming up enough to crack a hesitant smile.

Hana, on the other hand, was engrossed in a game, half-buried in a pile of mini marshmallows that Angela had decided to turn a blind eye to. On the couch beside her, Jesse, Jack and Reinhardt were playing a game of poker, and from the sound of things, Reinhardt was doing incredibly well.

Everyone seemed infused with the Christmas spirit. Everyone but Lena.

“Not enough sugar in your hot chocolate, Lena?” Lúcio suddenly asked, resting a hand on her chair.

She put on her brightest smile, “What are you talking about, love?”

“You’re moping,” he replied, cutting in before she could protest, “All you’ve done all night is sit there like a lost puppy.”

Lena shrugged, faking a large yawn, “I guess I didn’t get enough sleep.”

He looked at her doubtfully - it was pretty obvious to anyone with half a brain that Lena wasn’t tired, she was upset. It was as if there was something about the holiday this year that got her down.

“Maybe you should go to sleep early,” he suggested, “Before Reinhardt tries to rope everyone into a drinking contest.”

Lena faked a laugh, hoping that it didn’t show, “Good idea. I’ll head up to bed, then, love.”

Without waiting for him to respond, she made her way up the stairs to her room, listening to her footsteps echo down the empty hallways.

In the past, when Overwatch was still legal, the halls would be bustling with activity. Mistletoe would have been strung along the most random corridors, and even the surliest of agents were drunk on Christmas cheer. In the past, you had to knock before entering any training rooms or broom closets, in case some people were having drunken trysts.

In the past, Amélie would still be around, with a box of freshly baked cookies that everyone would squabble over. During the last Christmas they spent together, Amélie had specially made a box only for her, which led to a sizable amount of ribbing (because everyone but Amélie knew of her giant crush). They had cuddled up together, sipping warm cider, the fairy lights shining in Amélie’s golden eyes as they laughed.

But all that was gone now.

Blinking back tears, Lena shouldered the door to her room, letting her Chronal Accelerator light the way as she stumbled into the dark.

A mysterious box sat at the foot of her bed, wrapped in deep purple paper. There were no markings on the box, no sign of a card or note, but Lena immediately knew who it was from.

Amélie.

Who else would sneak into her room without a word, and leave a package in that shade of purple? And who else (besides Sombra) had the ability to slip into Overwatch’s base unnoticed?

Lena slowly unwrapped the present, picking at the tape as if it were made of gold. She had no idea what Widowmaker would get her - she wasn’t too much like Amélie, after all, and it wasn’t like she could just casually stop by a store…

Lying right at the bottom of the box was a single holo-vid, Disney’s Moana.

Anyone else would be confused as to why she would want such an old children’s movie, but as Lena ran her fingers over the shiny plastic cover, she felt warm tears roll down her cheeks.

They had promised to watch it together, many years ago, after Lena came back from a long assignment to Germany. Lena had been singing the soundtrack repeatedly for weeks, much to everyone’s annoyance, and only agreed to shut up if Amélie would watch it with her.

When Lena returned, Amélie was no longer there. She had been declared dead, and when they met again, she was Widowmaker, a cold, efficient killer without memories.

But now… she remembered.

Amélie remembered.

“Here, we’ve tossed this beautiful fruit with it’s evil twin of an infused spirit,a Brooklyn-distilled plum liqueur, with smashing results.” 😂

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Short story anthologies from Rosarium Publishing involving Southeast Asian steampunk, Afrofuturism, YA/MG sci-fi, and more!

Stories For Chip brings together outstanding authors inspired by a brilliant writer and critic, Science Fiction Writers of America Grandmaster Samuel R. “Chip” Delany. Award-winning SF luminaries such as Michael Swanwick, Nalo Hopkinson, and Eileen Gunn contribute original fiction and creative nonfiction.

Try Looking Ahead is an MG collection of Twilight Zone–inspired short stories is a stunning assortment of modern-day twists on classic fables and science fiction standards that tell of a girl who can live in yesterday, a boy who can see through mountains, and a closet monster hunter. These impoverished youth don’t have a lot, but make the most of what they have. As is always the case, every gift comes with responsibility, every vision comes with unwanted knowledge, and nothing is ever what it seems.

The SEA is Ours: Tales from Steampunk Southeast Asia: The stories in this collection merge technological wonder with the everyday. Children upgrade their fighting spiders with armor, and toymakers create punchcard-driven marionettes. Large fish lumber across the skies, while boat people find a new home on the edge of a different dimension. Technology and tradition meld as the people adapt to the changing forces of their world. The Sea Is Ours is an exciting new anthology that features stories infused with the spirits of Southeast Asia’s diverse peoples, legends, and geography. (Coming end of 2015)

Mothership: Tales from Afrofuturism and Beyond is a groundbreaking speculative fiction anthology that showcases the work from some of the most talented writers inside and outside speculative fiction across the globe—including Junot Diaz, Victor LaValle, Lauren Beukes, N. K. Jemisin, Rabih Alameddine, S. P. Somtow, and more. These authors have earned such literary honors as the Pulitzer Prize, the American Book Award, the World Fantasy Award, and the Bram Stoker, among others.

Cancer and Neptune: Coming Home

The fourth sign of the zodiac, Cancer, represents the withdrawal from the world after pioneering, owning and communicating into a moon dewy cove with the sentiment of belonging and home. Cancer is home, not the place, the feeling; the slow infusion of love from adoring counterparts, the circle of family, the tribe, the invisible structure of security and comfort and the entrenched ancestral roots. Cancer is exalted in Neptune, the planet of Christ; and ruled by Neptune esoterically. A sail through the entrancing, mystic Neptunian seas is the conscious reunion of the soul with home, the embracing arms of the divine family in enrapturing hypnosis. There is a synergy experience between the waves of the Cancer moods and the unsettled Neptune state. Doppelganger forces conjure the indwelling and mysterious longing for protection and enfolding, the creativity of the Cancer archetypal birthing mother and the unbound Neptunian entwining with the eternal creator, the initial divine parent of the universe coming back home to the transcendental envelope. In Cancer, we create home; the place, the ancestral lineage blossoming from the fourth house immun coeli in the physical body, while in Neptune we come home, slipping away from the material world in reunion with the soul home, the place of belonging and the initial force, the enclasp of the astral body.

Neptune governs the communal consciousness, the empathetic awareness of others, the celestial mass healing properties and transmutes the higher octave of the Cancer ruling Moon. Cancer is the vessel of healing light through the pulses of the supernal Mother, a bridge between bodies in concern for individuals at large. There is an umbilical cord to untethered mystic waters, annexing with moist Neptune that is the universal Mother of all forms. Divine water reception through Cancer finds comfort in the heart of the spiritual Sun - Neptune, the kaleidescope to the throne of God. While we incarnate in Cancer, we reincarnate in Neptune, and the time between, the ache to return to a place we are not even sure exists, the pangs to bring in new life and birth a new star, impart a new package to ravish upon the universe and become the divine protector, creator, nurturer and love are the liquids of the dream cruise. It may be through Cancer we receive a personalised parchment of God, the sacred touch that resonates to billion year old stars and the cosmic cream of the milky way. In Neptune we retreat into the celestial cradle and retract to float through the pure, sanctified waves of divine love. Ravishing and majestic imagination creates enchanting whirlpools of illustrative cosmic brilliance with the shifts of the Moon unlocking the emotional torrents that unshackle the ego and provide the password to the transcendent Neptune water slide.

Esoterically the Moon shadows Neptune and relates to the twin themes of illusion, deception, ambiguity, vagueness and double meaning. Divine reception is transmitted collectively through Neptune and individually as an eyepiece through Cancer. They wander on earth with the unsteady Neptune sea legs; and their close, unique relationship with Pisces is a side effect of this deep oceanic submergence. The divine creative, intrinsic and reflexive supernal motherly urges of Neptune leak from deep within the subconscious, and manifest into form through womb of the feminine Moon. Here the infinite soul of the spirit infuses with the physical, in the universe’s most sacred symphony, new life, sacrifice, creation; melted together with the formulaic timing, sanctified order and resolve of Saturn. When we consider rulerships and exalting status over signs to be passageways that provide the pillars for soul evolution, then through Neptune, Cancer finds home. It finds its most divinely bound communion with the sought place of belonging, the elated reunion with the cosmic parent. The divine peak experience, ultimate intimacy awaits when one becomes a parent themselves, acting as the channel between the heavens and earth, creating a circle between child, parent and the majestic universal grandparent (god).

In Cancer, we create home, the place. This is ancestral lineage blossoming from the IC in the physical body. And in Neptune, we come home, to God’s kingdom, as slip away from the material world in reunion with the soul home. Neptune is the universal Mother of all forms and the unconscious,
while Cancer allows for this process to physically manifest through Moon beams. Neptune is the higher octave of the Moon and
the ruler of Cancer in esoteric astrology. Divine reception is transmitted collectively through Neptune and individually as an eyepiece through Cancer. Here the infinite soul of the spirit (Neptune) infuses with the physical (Moon birth), in the universe’s most sacred symphony, new life, sacrifice, creation

If you have faith in your Lord and believe all the affairs to lie in His mighty hands, if you believe none else to have any say in the matters, of course you will not complain of the hardships of life and the adversities that strike you before God Almighty. Rather you will accept them willingly and thank Him gratefully for His bounties. Hence that inner agitation, those plaintive utterances, those unbecoming bodily movements – all these bear testimony to our lack of faith. As long as we find ourselves amid favors, we are grateful, with a gratefulness that is formal and lacking inner substance, a gratefulness that is offered in greed of further favors. However, when a tragedy occurs or a pain or disease strikes us, we take our complaints against the Blessed and the Almighty Lord in front of the creatures. With a plaintive tongue and a tone brimming with taunts and cynicism, we complain about Him to all and sundry. Gradually those complaints, anxieties and misgivings sow the seeds of hostility towards God and His decrees inside the self. Slowly they sprout and grow, making the once passing feeling into an enduring trait. Thereupon, God forbid, the form of one’s inward being assumes the form of enmity towards God and His ordainment. When that happens, things go out of one’s control and one is no longer able to check his thoughts and feelings. His inward and outward being becomes colored with the hostility towards God Almighty, and he departs from this world to face eternal wretchedness and gloom, with a spirit infused with the enmity and hatred of the Lord of Bounties. I seek refuge in God from the evil of a disastrous end and from a provisional faith (iman mustawda`). Hence it has been truly said that when sabr goes faith also departs.
—  Imam Khomeini (ra), 40 Hadith