sacred land

My god this is the cyberpunk dystopia the 80s warned us of

Cities so tight on security there are cameras everywhere. Police killing people indiscriminately for their own joy. Giant walls being build across vast deserts. The rich living in their towers of glass. The poor on the streets with nothing. Internet in glasses. Corporate powers rule the White House. Wild roving gangs killing the “outsiders” Legit resistence networks run by punks. Religious groups have their own police forces. The net is being pressured to exclude the poor. Both fictional and literal representations of America are fash. Marketing brands are quite literally called “OBEY”. Corporate interests literally cut across sacred lands and pollute and destroy everything they touch. Hackers have become freedom fighters. Masked “anonymous” groups attempt to rip out criminals yet become the enemy of the state. Marketing is big bright and neon and meant to move your attention somewhere profitable The government said “fuck the planet” and now green energy is looked down on and discouraged. Corporations are treated as people. Weapons have more rights than citizens.

✨Living in harmony with the Aina (land) ✨🌴🍌🍍✨ Giving thanks to Mother Earth for coconuts and mangos. Fruit is crystallized sunlight ✨🌞✨ Coconut water is one of the highest sources of electrolytes && it works as a blood builder and purifier :) Brothers and Sisters of planet Earth! Protectors of the Sacred! The time is NOW to bring our Mother back to Pono (righteousness)! To bring our practices into harmony with her. It is up to us! To balance ourselves in order to truly see and know the truth: Our Mother needs our help! To live our lives in supporting her healing. Her vitality. Her cleansing. She will continue to give until there is nothing left and she won’t ask for anything in return. This is why we have to ask for her. To re-remind our Brothers and Sisters. Spreading the word for her. This is why we have to LIVE the change ~ not only speak of it. BE IT! With all we are! What we give energy (money) to is what we perpetuate. These cycles of destruction to our own Mother. Let’s bring it back to the roots! Supporting Local Organic farmers! No more pesticides! No more slaughter! For me it seems so clear. To live in harmony with our Mother. To protect her from these companies that are polluting and depleting her mana (life force energy)! Living as an example for HER!! Giving back to her. Giving thanks for her!!! With every bite of the food she nourishes us with.

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Much of the world watched as the events in Standing Rock, ND unfolded. Many posted in protest of the pipeline drilled through sacred treaty protected land belonging to the Natives, some even gave their physical presence to the cause, subjecting themselves to the frigid cold, mistreatment from police officers; tear gas, rubber bullets, and imprisonment. One beautiful thing about Standing Rock was the community there, if dapl had a bright side, it’s that it brought more like-minded people together to connect over a common cause. I met a guy on my flight to ND who had actually been adopted into a Lakota family, Standing Rock gave him more than just friends, he felt at home on the reservation like he never had before. When I first arrived, it was the beginning of the end of this community. There seemed to be this confusion combined with sadness, many seemed to have found a home at Standing Rock like my friend Jahnny, but what now? Regardless of it being the end of the line for many here, I was still invited in without hesitation, given food and drink, asked my purpose for coming to Standing Rock. Everyone that showed up here, had a reason for being here, and everyone took care of everyone. At one point during the evacuation, I was running from police over Lake Oahe, I fell through ice and got completely drenched head to toe in ice cold water. In a state of shock, not fully realizing the urgency of my situation, someone grabbed me and said, “we need to get you to the med tent, NOW!” A few people stripped off my clothes, gave me a space blanket and threw me on a quad that sped me to a warm tent where I was given tea and warm clothes. I felt safe and a part of this family just for showing up and standing up for what I believed was right. 

As long as the sun shines, the rivers flow, and the grass grows…

Chief Crowfoot’s words on the value of our land:

The story is told that on that occasion the white man spread many one-dollar bills on the ground and said, “this is what the white man trades with; this is his buffalo robe. Just as you trade skins, we trade with these pieces of paper.” When the white man had laid all his money on the ground and had shown how much he would give if the Indians would sign a treaty, Crowfoot took a handful of clay, made a ball out of it and put it on the fire and cooked it. It did not crack. Then he said to the white man, “Now put your money on the fire and see if it will last as long as the clay.” The white man said, “No….my money will burn because it is made of paper”. With an amused gleam in his eyes the old chief said, “Oh your money is not as good as our land, is it? The wind will blow it away; the fire will burn it; water will rot it. Nothing will destroy our land. You don’t make a very good trade.”
Then with a smile, Crowfoot picked up a handful of sand from the river bank, handed it to the white man and said, “You count the grains of sand in that while I count the money you give for the land”. The white man said, “I would not live long enough to count this, but you can count the money in a few minutes”. “Very well”, said the wise Crowfoot, “our land is more valuable then your money. It will last forever. It will not perish as long as the sun shines and the water flows, and through all the years it will give life to men and animals, and therefore we cannot sell the land. It was put there by the Great Spirit and we cannot sell it because it does not really belong to us. You can count your money and burn it with a nod of a buffalo’s head, but only the Great Spirit can count the grains of sand and the blades of grass on these plains. As a present we will give you anything you can take with you, but we cannot give you the land.”

When will people ever learn? The Creator gave us our land as a blessing and a precious gift and to take care of it. It’s so special that my ancestors saw this coming and made it a priority to ensure the safety of the land and sacred landmarks. Generations later and we’re still repeating ourselves. Yet people are lead by greed, power, and money. There are other ways, and this shouldn’t be happening, but for them it’s all about the price tag..

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On visiting Greece as a Hellenic polytheist

There is something profoundly altering about standing on the soil of those who first honoured the Gods I honour, seeing the places where they worshipped and the land that is still there. Here I am, soon to be two millennia after the fall of this palace, this temple, this sanctuary, here I am with my bound hair and my heart full of devotion towards these same deities the people who died here believed in. Around me are ruins, and yet I am - we are - still here.

There is a strange continuity, even beyond time. This land is interwoven with sacredness. This is the sea Poseidon first claimed as his own, the forests Artemis first roamed. These columns, that oak at Dodona, they were places of utmost reverence, and you can still feel it. The pilgrims who came here came with bowed head and hands full of flowers and incense. They sometimes asked lighthearted questions of the oracles, true - should I marry this girl, should I move to the next village over - but never without respect. When looking up towards the ever-present mountains, it is difficult not to understand how much the Gods deserve it. They are so much greater than us.

It makes me want to be the best I can be for them - to serve them in all my words and actions, like those who walked here before me did. To honour, too, and to remember these ancestors of mine, even if they are only ancestors in humanity.

My religion will come with me when I return, of course. But it is good to sit with these stones. Their warmth in the evening sun reminds me, despite these two thousand years, I am not alone.

(Pictures, in order: the temple of Apollon in Delphi, the oracle of Zeus in Dodona, the sanctuary in Delphi, the path up Mount Olympus, and the Erechtheion in Athens.)

The Morrígan

 
Pronunciation
- More-ih-gone

Titles -  Mórrígan (“great queen”), also known as Morrígu, Morríghan or Mór-ríoghain

Goddess of - fate, especially with foretelling doom and death in battle. Life, death, prophecy, wisdom, protection, fear, sovereignty, rebirth, sorcery

Race -  Tuatha De Danann

Family -
Consorts: Dagda 

Symbols -  Crows, Ravens, cows, wolves, swords, spears

Description - The Morrígan is often described as a trio of individuals, all sisters, called ‘the three Morrígna’. Although membership of the triad varies, the most common combination in modern sources is Badb, Macha and Nemain. However the primary sources indicate a more likely triad of Badb, Macha and Anand  

 Sometimes she appears as one of three sisters, the daughters of Ernmas: Morrígan, Badb and Macha. Sometimes the trinity consists of Badb, Macha and Anand, collectively known as the Morrígna. However, the Morrígan can also appear alone and her name is sometimes used interchangeably with Badb

Badb: A war Goddess associated with battle, destruction, and death and often appeared over battle as a hooded crow, or ran alongside warriors disguised as a grey-red wolf. Badb was connected to rebirth as a watcher of the cauldron of regeneration in the Otherworld. She was also a Witch and a sorceress, and a Prophetess who foresaw the future.

Macha:
The root word “mag” translated means field, plain or pasture. This name connects and gives Macha power over the sacred land and horses, representing wealth, power and symbolizing the elite warriors. She was also connected to fertility by the land and horses, and cursed the male Red Branch warrior to suffer nine days of birth pangs when forced to run a race. As part of the trinity, she rained down fire and blood on her enemies.

Nemain
: Her name translates to panic, frenzy or venomous. Also a deity of battle, death and destruction, she appeared as a carrion crow. Neiman was a prophetess and her battle cries meant death would soon follow. By shrieking furiously, she intimidated, panicked and confused soldiers on the battle field into dying of fright or mistaking their own comrades for enemies. This aspect connects to the role of Banshee.   

Notable Legends -  
In the Ulster Cycle, Táin Bó Regamna (The Cattle Raid of Regamain), which is a body of Irish mythology, Morrigan appears to the hero Cuchulainn (whom she has appeared to in different guises) and he finds her stealing one of his cows, yet he does not recognize her and becomes angry and insults her. Shape-shifting into a crow, he now recognizes her and acknowledges he would not have insulted her had he known, yet she prophesizes his death in battle which came to pass.

Morrigan also appears to Cuchulainn as a young woman (or hag, depending on the version) and offers him her love, and her aid in the battle, but he rejects her offer. In response she intervenes in his next combat, first in the form of an eel who trips him, then as a wolf who stampedes cattle across the ford, and finally as a white, red-eared heifer leading the stampede, just as she had warned in their previous encounter. (White and red animals were very symbolic of the otherworld and the sidhe)

In the Cath Maige Tuireadh, on Samhain Morrigan has an encounter with the Dagda (High King of the Tuatha De Dannan) before the battle against the Fomorians. When he meets her she is washing battle clothes while standing with one foot on either side of the river Unius and they mate. She then promises to summon the magicians of Ireland to cast spells on behalf of the Tuatha De Dannan and to destroy Indech, the Fomorian king.

Her role was to not only be a symbol of imminent death, but to also influence the outcome of war. Most often she did this by appearing as a crow flying overhead and would either inspire fear or courage in the hearts of the warriors. In some cases, she is written to have appeared in visions to those who are destined to die in battle by washing their bloody armor. In this specific role, she is also given the role of foretelling imminent death with a particular emphasis on the individual.[31] There are also a few rare accounts where she would join in the battle itself as a warrior and show her favouritism in a more direct manner.

The Morrigan was such a powerful symbol of life and birth that the Celts believed she could revive their dead soldiers to fight once more. The severed heads on the battlefield were called the “Mast of Macha” (harvest of Macha). The ground was considered sacred after the battle, as the soldiers would leave until the next day so Morrigan could gather the souls undisturbed. As a scavenger bird, she was an omen of war (both as a symbol and with prophecy) feeding on bodies and gathering souls and terrorized armies into dying of fear with her frightful and shrieking cries.

Although speculated, Morrigan may have been the daughter of Delbaeth and Ernmas whom in the earliest copies of the Lebor Gabala Erenn (The Book of Invasions) had three daughters, named Badb, Macha, and Anand. In the Book of Leinster, Anand is also known as Morrigu, while in the Book of Fermoy version, Macha is identified with Morrigan. In addition, Morrigan may had been one of Dagda’s wives and had sons.

Sacred Associations - Carrion eating animals, specifically crows. Fog, shapeshifting, bloodlust and battle, white and red cows, mugwort, yew, willow, rivers. Obsidian, bloodstone, apples, rebirth, swords, sorcery, bones and skulls.

Holiday - Samhain, jan 7th feast of the morrigan.

Brighid, Dagda, Lugh, Morrighan

273-TERRACOTY [Terra Cotta-Coyote]
-Psychic/Ground
-The Trickster pokemon
-Ability: Prankster - Magic Guard(HA)
-Dex: “This mischievous pokemon is known for its childish behaviour, and are often attracted to small children who they like to amuse with their psychic tricks. Their bodies are made of hard clay, and it is part of many native myths that this pokemon where sculpted by the gods.”
-Moveset:
    -Mud-Slap
    -Confusion
    -Howl
    -Trick

–>Evolves at lvl 20<–

274-COYOTRIK [Coyote-Trick]
-Psychic/Ground
-The Trickster Pokemon
-Ability:  Prankster - Magic Guard(HA)
-Dex: “This pokemon enjoys playing with others, doesn’t matter if they are pokemons or humans. This pokemon likes to play tricks on anyone unsuspecting of its presence, making use of its psychic powers to achieve all kind of pranks and tricks. It is believed that if you are having a party and a COYOTRIK shows up, you will be blessed with happiness and good luck.”
-Moveset:
    -Stomping Tantrum
    -Zen Headbutt
    -Snarl
    -Trick Room

–>Evolves at lvl 42<–

275- TOTEMAGO [Totem-Mago]
-Psychic/Dragon
-The Totemic Pokemon
-Ability: Sacred Land*
-Dex: “This pokemon can live for over a hundred years and was considered by many native tribes a sacred creature. Unlike COYOTRIK this pokemon is very serious and will reflect over its actions for hours, standing perfectly still while meditating. Many come to this pokemon seeking its experience and wisdom.”
-Moveset:
    -Outrage
    -Psyshock
    -Earth Power
    -Dragon Dance

*Ground moves are treated as Psychic Moves at the same time.

trump's first address to congress recap

- “I’m going open the speech with something that makes me look like I care about minorities”
-“I hate sacred Native American land”
-“I’m gonna say something else that makes me look like I care about women”
-“lemme add *BILLIONS* in a sentence to it can sound intellectual
-*forced clapping*
-*pence and paul ryan looking like wannabe hitmen in the background*

10 Predictions Prior to The Last Jedi

I’m going pretty quiet in the run up to The Last Jedi, mainly due to my desire to avoid spoilers in this final stretch. I have also decided that I’m going to hold off writing any more meta until the movie comes out, since I want my future analysis to be focused on what the movie actually is rather than what I guess the movie is going to be.

With that said, I wanted to have a bit of fun and indulge in some predictions before the movie comes out. I fully expect to be wrong with most of these, but I still wanted to put these out there and see how I did after the movie is out in the wild. 

So, with no further adieu…

(While these are just predictions, I am sure that some people will consider aspects of them spoiler-y - proceed with caution!)

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GOP leaders want some national monument designations revoked

PORTLAND, Maine — Republican leaders in Maine and Utah are asking President Trump to step into uncharted territory and rescind national monument designations made by his predecessor.

The Antiquities Act of 1906 doesn’t give the president power to undo a designation, and no president has ever taken such a step. But Trump isn’t like other presidents.

Then-president Barack Obama used his power under the act to permanently preserve more land and water using national monument designations than any other president. The land is generally off-limits to timber harvesting, mining and pipelines, and commercial development.

Obama created the Katahdin Woods and Waters National Monument in Maine last summer on 87,500 acres of donated forestland. The expanse includes part of the Penobscot River and stunning views of Mount Katahdin, Maine’s tallest mountain. In Utah, Obama created Bears Ears National Monument on 1.3 million acres of land that’s sacred to Native Americans and is home to tens of thousands of archaeological sites, including ancient cliff dwellings. Read more.

whatever you do, don’t forget about how good raphael santiago was before he turned. don’t forget about how pure that boy was. don’t forget about how he wanted to get rid of vampires, probably thinking about his little brothers safety. don’t forget about how a fifteen-year-old boy wanted to fight against the beast, believing that god will help him because he was always a good catholic and he went to church every sunday so dios should be by his side, right?

whatever you do, don’t forget about how raphael was turned into this monster (or at least raphael thought so about himself). don’t forget about how he was left alone and killed his friends. don’t forget about how he wanted to kill himself because he hated what he became. he hated what he had done. 

whatever you do, don’t froget about how guadalupe santiago loved her son. don’t forget about how she was ready to do anything, just to get her rafa back. how she believed he’s out there, missing his home. missing his mamá. don’t forget about how she was ready to give magnus all she had (even though she didn’t have much and she was barely holding on as it was), just so he would find her little boy.

but most importantly, whatever you do, don’t froget about how raphael loved his mother. don’t forget about how he decided to live just for her. don’t forget about how he pushed his self-hate aside just for her. how he hurt himself and burned himself by holding the cross his mamá gave him or walking through the sacred land, just so one day he could come back to her and show her his love and respect. don’t forget about how he would sacrifice literally anything to make his mother happy because she raised him and he loved her more than anything. don’t forget about how he would swear that he won’t ever drink human blood because that’s not something guadalupe would approve of. 

whatever you do, don’t forget about how he craved blood, crying into magnus’s arms and saying that he can’t do this. that he’s not good enough, he’s not that strong. he’s doomed. don’t forget how magnus would hold him, stroking his back and whispering that raphael was even more than enough. “maybe you can’t see the sunlight anymore, rafa, but you have sunlight inside of you. you’re better than this. your mamá made you better than his, pequeño” magnus would say. 

whatever you do, don’t forget that raphael went through SO much just so casserole clare would have sebastian kill him. just because. without any reason at all. don’t forget that the sh writers decided that he would bite izzy not once, but twice, after he swore he won’t do this. again, without any reason at all. just because.

whatever you do, you can’t forget that even though raphael had his mother and magnus, he saved himself. 

raphael santiago saved himself. and he deserved so much better.

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wheel of the year | Lammas/Lughnasadh (August 1)

“ Harvest Mother
the reaper
feeds us
as the sacred land
lends itself
to nourish us with love
Blessing the harvest
from the depth of the earth
the fruits of the season
apples, plums and peaches
arrive to sustain
our body, mind and spirit
we give thanks
from the depth
of our hearts.”

Lammas and the Harvest by Maria Duncalf-Barber

Lughnasadh is the first in the trilogy of harvest festivals. It marks the beginning of the harvest season, and the decline of Summer into Winter.

Lughnasadh, also called Lammas, is the Celebration of Harvest and begins what is called “the chase of Lugh”. Lugh is the Celtic Sun God and he rains down upon the crops, living within the golden fields. In the mythological story of the Wheel of the Year, the Sun God transfers his power into the grain, and is sacrificed when the grain is harvested. So we have a dying, self-sacrificing and resurrecting god of the harvest, who dies for his people so that they may live. So at this celebration we give thanks to the Earth for its bounty and beauty. It is from these harvests that we eat through the upcoming winter.

Also Lammas is a festival celebrating the first fruits of harvest, the fruits of our labours, and seeing the desires that we had at the start of the year unfold so rituals will be centred around this.

Colours associated with lammas are golds, yellows and orange for the God and red for the Goddess as mother.