I see so many people lately talking about having a community to worship with, and I just wanted to put out a gentle reminder to everyone that if you’re in the greater Las Vegas NV area and want someone to join you for Hellenic ritual or to even just hang out and chat with about Hellenic stuff, feel free to message me or send me an ask. My sister and I are both Hellenists, and would be happy to join others in our area in worship and ritual if that’s something you need and/or want
So apparently Christine is not built for dungeon-crawling. While investigating a tomb to find a manuscript in what I guess is some sort of hazing ritual to join the Bards College, she got separated from her follower when a metal gate-type door (a rather portcullisy-looking one) closed between them and left her trapped in a room with several shriveled up, undead-looking motherf*ckers. It was exactly like those “Four Phantoms / One Christine” numbers ALW insists on doing at every anniversary except a lot more stabby stabby.
My mum’s family aren’t witches. They’re not holders of any ancient mystical “fam-trad” lineage. (In fact, some are from staunch Scots Presbyterian stock, including the “no dancing on the Sabbath!” variety.)
However, they DID pass down a bunch of stuff - little stories, customs, all that, as any culture does. (And my gran took it and ran with it, loving and researching folklore all her life, teaching it to me and later enthusiastically joining in seasonal rituals.)
One thing in particular, which I grew up with as completely normal, was something the women of the family did: the soothing called “the fluence”. Fractious children were calmed by this combination of forehead-stroking and deliberately radiating calming feelings, often with a low humming. Obviously these things are calming anyway, but someone really good at it - like my gran, rest her - could do it from a distance.
I thought it was just one of those quirky family things. “You’ve got a headache? Come here, I’ll put the fluence on you.” “Ugh, X kid is being a monster, better put the fluence on them.”
Later on, however, I learned that this was, in fact, A Thing beyond our family - “putting the influence on someone”, which was, indeed, often abbreviated to “the fluence”. (Etymonline takes this meaning of “the influence” back to the 1500s, and says it shows up earlier in medieval Latin.) I’d done it to jasminekor when she was distressed; one time she was reading or watching something historical, and a character accused someone of having put the (negative) fluence on someone, and she sat up and said, “Oh my god, it’s actually a thing! I thought it was just your family!” just as I had.
I’m not telling this story to show what a ~magical mystical folk-craft family~ I come from. I’m telling it to show that, when we talk about folk magic, we’re not talking about some vague people long ago and far away, but just…us. (I think Pratchett had something trenchant to say about this, as usual.) It’s not all stuff gathered by Cecil Williams, it’s not all in books, it didn’t mysteriously stop at some point, it’s just…stuff we do.
Using the fluence to calm a kid down, for their sake and the sake of everyone in the room who’s having to listen to the screeching - that’s folk magic. Pointing out a single crow to the person you’re with because it’s bad luck to be the only one who sees a single crow, to turn the bad luck - that’s folk magic. (I’m told this is a specifically Kentish thing, and I grew up doing it without even really knowing what it was, but to this day I still have the urge to point and say “Crow!” when I see one XD)
Ditto saluting/touching your hat/spitting at/etc magpies. (For me: flick your fingers three times, spit three times with your thumb between your forefingers, and if you’re being hardcore, “Away with you evil, away with you ill!” Tricky when you’re driving XD) Any ill-luck-turning ‘superstition’ is folk magic. (Broken something? Quick, run out and smash a couple of jam-jars, cos these things come in threes!) Cross your fingers to avoid bad luck (or render a promise powerless). Rub your wedding ring on your stye to cure it. Throw salt over your shoulder. “See a pin and pick it up, all that day you’ll have good luck. See a pin and let it lie, that day you’ll see your luck go by.” Hang up a horseshoe. Keep a lock of your baby’s first hair to protect them. Throw coins in the wishing well.
We do so many of these things without even thinking, and call them “superstition”, while looking for obscure lore from tucked-away corners of the country, poring over accounts of cunningmen and executed witches, and never look at what was done by everyone - what *we still do* - every day,
This too is folk magic, and we are (still) the folk.
These are night queen flowers petals. Night queen is a must flower for “ Ratu Kidul / Nyai Roro Kidul / Nyi Roro Kidul / Ratu Pantai Selatan. “ It’s her fav flower. We decorate our Ratu Kidul’s sacred room for magic ritual with this flowers. At the ritual, dad throws the night queen petals to all direction, so clients who join the ritual will get hit by these. It’s just flower petals, yes, but when it hits you from distance with throwing power, well……..kinda bit hurts ( and surprising ) though.
the more i think about it the more I feel like Velanna should’ve been in Inquisition
I know a lot of people say ‘what about merrill?!’ and i love merrill. i love merrill so much. but getting two plot helpful characters via the same method is lazy writing, and I also don’t know if she’d give up what she has now.
We could’ve recruited her after Here Lies the Abyss, much like Morrigan’s recruitment after Wicked Eyes and Wicked Hearts. Maybe she was at Adamant, under the sway of a demon- or maybe she refused, fought back, was thrown in the dungeon. Maybe when freed, she led the Inquisition through the stronghold, or fought bitterly by the side of her fellow wardens to bring down what Clarel was trying to do, every step of the way. Maybe she had escaped before undergoing the ritual, and joined the Inquisition’s forces as they marched to the fortress, striding up to the command tent and demanding to be let in, that she had information, that she wanted to help, that she wanted to stop the wardens from doing anything stupid.
Maybe when Clarel fell to her death and the Inquisitor fell to the Fade, she thought this was it, they were going to die, and flung herself forward, mouth shaped into a snarl, instinctively drawing close to another elven warden, magic howling inside of her, all this anger she’s dealt with over the years seeping back. The demons whisper and call at the edge of her mind, promising to give back Seranni, and out of the corner of her eye she can see her, can see her sister (how i failed you, seranni, i’m sorry)–
the Inquisitor returned, standing tall and proud outside the rift and sealing it with a burst of green. Velanna has always been impulsive, and she follows through. She swears her magic to the Inquisition, knowing only the Wardens were not something she wanted to be a part of, not right now, maybe not ever again. she has met friends and respected comrades in the warden, most of all the hero of ferelden, who took a chance on her all those years ago. but velanna is older, and she is wiser.
The invulnerability test to a client : not just invulnerability test but the main purpose is to get rid off diseases, bad luck, etc from the client. If the invulnerability test succeed, it’s a sign that the magic ritual also succeed to get rid off everything bad from the client. Dad did this one by one to all clients who joined the ritual, but i didn’t take vids / pics of all of them. The client looked scare because it can be scary for people who have never experienced it before.
Now, to clarify, the Church has never officially performed the full-blown sacrament of marriage between people of the same sex. These Catholic homosexual unions were what the New York Times describes as “a ritual joining two men in some kind of a solemn, personal, affectionate relationship.” So it’s more of a civil union kind of deal – the same in all the ways that count, just a different name.
Here’s a snippet from the official ceremony: “Send down, most kind Lord, the grace of Thy Holy Spirit upon these Thy servants, whom Thou hast found worthy to be united not by nature but by faith and a holy spirit. Grant unto them Thy grace to love each other in joy without injury or hatred all the days of their lives.”
CONFESSION: As much as I loved Awakenings, I feel like it really cheapened the Joining ritual. It was written to be funny and Ogren’s reaction in particular made it seem like drinking the Taint is little more toxic than drinking strong alcohol. It really belittled the sacrifice Wardens make.
It drives me crazy that people believe the Calling starts around the time a person turns 30. While it might be possible, the wikia states it’s 10-30 years after the Joining Ritual when the Calling starts. Your Warden could easily have a decent life within the Wardens (excluding the crazy stuff that comes with being a Grey Warden).
“Basically they have greeters at the main gates, and if they know you aren’t there to cause trouble, the greeters are all “Welcome to our fair city of DEMACIAAAA!” and when that cry goes out, it causes a domino effect where the doors and windows open as people peek out to join in the ritual cry of “DEMACIAAAA!”
Apparently it can be heard as far away as Noxus, which would explain why Noxus doesn’t like Demacia~”
I restarted Origins and me and my friend couldn’t stop laughing at the
joining ritual. The writers should have stuck with “blight” earlier on
because “mastering their blight” and “immune to their blight” is a lot
less ridiculous than what it actually says