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Bone correspondences

A little while ago, I realized that there is NO info on what bones to use for what. I was clueless and had no idea where to begin. Research was fruitless and asking others came with no results.
So I sat down during preap algebra 2 and made my own list.
These are my own correspondences, based off of what I felt like and remembering bits of spells I’d thought about. They are 100% my own, taken from no one.
Please give me credit if you use it anywhere else :)
I also know I haven’t included every bone out there, if I missed one msg me, I’ll give it some thought and see what happens! :D

▪Teeth- communication, learning other language, news, defense
▪Skull- thoughts, divination, communication, spirit work, astral
▪Spine- support, confidence, level headed
▪Arm- help, blocking (curses, hexes, psychic attacks, etc)
▪Wrist- flexibility, hard work
▪Hand- art, artistic ability, creativity, energy
▪Fingers- fluidity, progress, endurance
▪Nails/ claws- fighting, protection, finding things out, knowledge, struggle, balance
▪Rib- agility, protection
▪Hip- ebdurance, keeping it together
▪leg- endurance, travel, strength
▪Ankle- movement, moving on, catalyst
▪Foot- endurance, moving on, leaving things behind, hard work, independence, luck
▪Toe- balance, help, prosperity, money, changing luck (for the better or worse)
▪Tail- (like actual bones in the animals tail, not the tailbone) agility, secrecy, alarm, cursing

(Edited to include:) ▪Antlers- strength, endurance, masculine energy, (if you’re Wiccan, the horned God), protection, more centered toward nature and earth, deflecting curses, and hope. ▪Horns- wealth, the home, determination, aggressive protection, more centered toward that which is man made, and cursing (Second edit) ▪Wings- adventure, deviating from the norm, sending/ receiving messages, travel, starting a new adventure/ path, hope, luck, wishes, comfort (let it be amplifying or taking away) The type of bird would also affect the correspondences; the wing bones, to me, would increase the things the bird stands for

It started like most things do: for profit.  A scientific experiment, run by a corporation, with little oversight and little ethical attention. A pack of ambitious men and women in a room, a voided lightless room, pounding out science like a hammer against a nail.  Effortless, forthcoming, senseless, progressive.  It was unfathomable what they accomplished, what they were able to do with three  years time and an unlimited bankroll.  It was unlimited power to create and destroy.

How does it really work?

Our brain speaks a language, just like English or French or Mandarin.  They called it Neuronic, after the cells that make up our brain. The key to understanding the language was being able to get a composite picture of the entire neural network, but that required being able to track each neuron’s position and path in real time.  And finally we were able to do that.

Nanotech?

Yes, nanomaterials, to be more precise. They called it a rider, because it would attach onto any unoccupied neuron and ride it virtually forever, all the while pinging information back outside the body.  It was incredible science.

All that remained was to figure out the cipher–which neurons corresponded with which functions–and then Pandora’s box would be opened up completely.  They accomplished this in just a few months of testing.  Of course, each person is different, and their neurons corresponded differently, but when you zoom out wider and farther, our brains all speak the same language, with just slightly different dialects.

So that was it?  The era of thoughtlessness was over?

No, far from it.  The technology worked, but it couldn’t be applied to anyone–only those who had injected the riders inside of them, either with or without their consent.

Then we were injected?

No, hold on, I’m getting there.

Sorry.

It’s okay, I know you can’t help yourself. They knew that this wouldn’t go anywhere unless they could market it as actually having a use.  That is, they knew people wouldn’t buy a library card if there were no open books.  They needed a way to open most or all of the books.  

How’d they do it?

That’s the thing: no one knows.  Most think they made the riders replicating and self-sufficient–able to float through the air and enter new hosts.  Others think they simply poured enough into the major water streams and let time do its work. You could hold all the riders in all the Earth in the palm of your hand and not even see them. That’s how infinitesimally small these things are. All they needed to do was make them able to find new bodies.

Wasn’t this illegal?

What, infecting the entire world with nanomaterials that would betray your thoughts and feelings? I’m sure it was, but what can you do?  Take the corporations to court while all the lawyers’ and judges’ and juries’ worst thoughts were portrayed to everyone who had access to them, everyone who had bought their way into the elite, purchased a superhuman power?  

It was chaos at first. The rider translators were prohibitively expensive, on purpose, and only the most affluent few in the world could afford the privilege of looking into the heads of others. Almost every politician was thrown out of office, almost every celebrity or public person was cast in a horrible light over something they had mindlessly thought when someone was in range with a translator.  You know, the wealthy used to hire these people to follow other people around.  The new age thought paparazzi, the nightmares of everyone who was worth exposing.

Couldn’t they block it?  Block the riders, or get rid of them?

The riders, no, those are impenetrable.  But people tried everything: diets, surgeries, horrible devices and treatments, but nothing worked at all.  The only option was to try to block the translators, either by getting out of range or attempting to mix up the signal.  These were…. moderately successful at first, but the corporations kept churning out better and better translators, larger ranges and stronger pathways.   Eventually, there was only one sure way to get some instance of peace.

Getting rid of the translators?

Yes, unfortunately.  People started figuring out that they needed to destroy the translator devices themselves.  Keep in mind, these were fed up people whose lives were all but destroyed.  The tragedy was that the corporations had started permanently planting these in people’s ears.   It was a gruesome and bloody year.  Neighbors and friends turned on each other, even when they weren’t sure if they had them or not. The destruction of many of the devices and the danger that came with wearing one prompted the corporations to keep lowering the price, until eventually almost all but the poorest people had them.  Now everyone could be betrayed and everyone could betray. 

So that’s why we live in a state of equality now?  When everyone can know everything about everyone, doesn’t that mean a level playing field?

No, doesn’t it just expose everything? Am I equal because I have equal information, or am I just more informed of my own inequality?  Hey, it’s 7:00 here in the states.  What time is it over there for you, again?

Midnight.

Time for bed then, isn’t it?

Ah, Dad, tell me more…

I’ll think with you more tomorrow.  Be good for your mom.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

Imagine

Person A is a heavy reader. Person B isn’t. Person A usually reads the stories to Person B when they need to calm down, from what it is, Person A never asks. Person B often falls asleep to the stories from Person A’s mouth, and can never stay up long enough to finish the stories, so all they know is the (mostly) happy beginnings, and never the ends. 

Person A gives Person B their favourite book, one that’s been with them for a long time. The book has obvious signs of the love and importance it had on Person A’s life, but they know that it’s Person B’s favourite story. 

You see, Person B might not notice, but Person A always keep a check of how long it takes for Person B to fall asleep when they’re reading a book. Sometimes it’s within the 3rd chapter, other times it’s on the 23rd. But when Person A reads this book to Person B, they notice how Person B struggles to stay awake, and is always concentrating so hard on not giving in to the slumber. Person A once asked Person B if they wanted to start from the middle of the book this time (because god forbid they say, ‘Where we left off’ because that means they’ll know when they fell asleep and that’s a conversation for a later (or never) time) but Person B always politely declines and says with the sweetest voices, “No, I want to hear your voice as much as possible.” 

Person B shakily accepts the gift, and promises to give it back, but Person A declines and says, “No, you can have it. It’s yours. I know how much you love it, almost as much as I do. So here, read it, you fall asleep before the ending anyway.” And laughs it off, albeit awkwardly. 

A few days pass since the gift giving, and Person B has had minimal contact with Person A. Then one day, as Person A was in the quiet corner of the library, back hunched over a book and nail biting in progress, Person B comes in and sits in front of Person A. 

//“The ending haD ME SHOOK AF BRUH OAGJBAWLJRBGLKJBLEWRKJGB”//

“I understand why this book is your favourite, and I don’t want to copy you but it’s now my favourite too.” Person B says quietly as they watch Person A’s eyes scan 20 words a second. Person A nods slightly. “So I have a gift for you too.”

Person A looks up from the book and stares at a copy of the same book, looking newer and less worn, but still holding the words that made them laugh, cry, and die in a matter of 2 pages. Person B smiles, and says, “It’s my copy, I bought it the day before you gave me yours. I only read the first part, because it’s all I knew in your voice. So I could never bring myself to read the rest.” Person B laughs awkwardly. 

“I mean, I don’t usually read books. But when you read them I suddenly picture myself there, in those pages, except it doesn’t feel like just pages, it feels real. My voice can’t do that, but yours can. So… When you gave me the book you had read to me over and over again, suddenly I could picture you, holding the book exactly the same way you are now, eyes scanning over the words so quickly that your voice fails to catch up, and the small hint of a smile in your voice and the sparkle in your eyes, and, believe me, I didn’t understand why people fell in love with reading but I think I’m in love with your reading. Whether it’s silent scanning of words, or quiet whispers of every second word, or when you voice the characters’ dialogue yourself to get the emotion right in your head because you haven’t heard the words said like that before, or when your reading it to me, I’m in love with you and your reading.” 

Person B is blushing furiously and Person A is //dyING AF BECAUSE ERMAGHWRHGDHGAHGRHGA// still waiting, listening, knowing that this isn’t the end of what Person B wants to say.

“You’re the person people in books fall in love with,” Person B says with a quiet voice.

(Note from author: Hi, this is me coming back after ‘leaving’ this account. I actually never left and I knew a lot of people started following me AFTER i said I wouldn’t be back, so thank you! Also the words in between the // are just my mind going weird and wanting to add in something really stupid haha, love ya’ll.)

Most people: Connor, deep meta painter.

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Me, a real intellectual: Connor. FUCKING MAKEUP ARTIST. It started with his nails, progressed to eye makeup, AND THEN HE STARTED DOING EVAN AND JARED’S AND JARED SAID HE SHOULD DO MAKEUP FOR A LIVING like movie makeup both special effects and normal makeup–