So, uuuh…. This happened. I have this… like, a hobby of mine, when at summer if I find a caterpillar, I keep it, and feed it, until it becomes a pupa, and then - a butterfly. So, at the end of this summer, my grandma brought me two caterpillars, and some time later they pupated, and I waited, and waited, and waited… They kept staying in their cocoons, and I just… decided to take them back home with me. I thought that they’ll stay in cocoons untill the next spring, and then - I’ll let them out. But NO, this guy decided that he’s too cool, to sleep all winter, he decided that IT IS TIME. Dude, we have freaking SNOW outside, and all flowers are DEAD. What are you gonna do, you stupid imago, you? -__\
I guess, I’ll set up my old aquarium, and keep it (and his lazy friend, who’s still in his cocoon (maybe dead, maybe sleeping)) in there, and feed it sugared water. For three weeks, or until it dies o__o…
I read about The Imago and it just makes me so sad. We subconsciously fall for people who resemble both positive and negative attributes of our childhood caregiver (most often parents) to try to ‘make it work’ this time. We search for a partner that has the same negative traits of our parents, looking to heal the parts they neglected, and seek the same fulfilment to mend the broken child in you. I feel like we all have the younger versions of ourselves stuck in our bodies still licking their wounds and waiting to be free from whatever scarred us. That just makes a lot sense when you think of people’s relationship mistakes and patterns. I hope we can all heal our inner child and stop returning to the same abuse that we left.
Hannibal Rewatch meets Hannibal Advent: The Wrath of the Lamb
Just one more moment. Just one more before we have
bargaining with God. Before he takes them over, he wants to memorise, to
catalogue. Hoarding details, hoarding Hannibal. So much to treasure. Like the
warmth of his breath against Will’s hair, heart beating rapidly beneath Will’s
cheek, fingers clutching his shirt in a sweetly tentative embrace. Like blood,
slick and sweet, and heat and them.
Only them now. Will curls into him, clinging, possessive. Mine. No more denials or rejections. Just once he’ll take what was
always his. Presses close, pushes forward.
Come with me, my love.
as night, skin pale as the moon, lips painted red with the Dragon’s blood.
Feral beauty in eyes that burn across the fallen corpse.
imago, imprinted on his heart for eternity.
All I ever wanted.
grasp his shoulder; a blissful smile draws him in. Wants to lick the blood from
those lips and his heart thuds at the thought. The young Lion nuzzles into him,
forehead pressed into his shoulder. Everything stops. Closes his eyes and
surrenders. A final thought as Will pushes forward and gravity betrays them.
The Aides, or shrine, at the centre of the office block on the far side of the headquarters building, where the regimental standards were preserved and kept on display, Saalburg Roman Fort, Limes Germanicus, Germania (Germany) Photo by Carole Raddato, 2012 via Flickr. (X) Licensed under Creative Commons 2.0.
The administrative center of each Roman fort was known as the Principia. The central room of the Principia was the aedes, or regimental shrine, in which the standards and religious images of the unit were kept.
The standards, especially the aquila (the eagle symbol of Jupiter Capitolinus), the manus (a hand, symbolizing the sacramentum, the soldier’s oath of service), and the imago (the portrait of the Emperor) were regarded as sacred objects, each possessing their own guardian spirit or genii.
Each year, on January 1 (the date was changed to January 3 during the 3rd century C.E.) the soldiers of the Roman Army assembled before the standards of their unit to renew their sacred oath of service: to obey the commands of the Emperor, to never desert the service by flight or fear, and to never leave the ranks except to seek a weapon, strike a foe, or to save a comrade.
Today, when many people are making resolutions for 2017, I invite you to think about the importance of the mos maiorum, the virtues most admired by the ancient Romans, in your own life:
Fides (trustworthiness and reliability)
Pietas (devotion to household and country)
Religio (fulfilling obligations to the gods)
Disciplina (education, training, and self-control)
Gravitas (dignity in adversity)
Virtus (knowing the difference between right and wrong)
Dignitas (worthiness, doing the right thing)
Auctoritas (public service - including military/public safety, civic service - including holding a political office and informing others of political and social issues, and teaching - including mentoring and volunteering with youth groups).