the land of spirit and light

in every world, in every realm, in every version of the story, neal and emma find their way to one another.

{Intro: Boy Meets Evil} - vocab list

이름 n. name
날 n. day
밤 n. night
손 n. hand
숨 n. breath
피 n. blood
입술 n. lips
꿈 n. dream
길 n. road, path
빛 n. light, sparkle
죄 n. crime, sin
칼 n. knife, sword
갈다 v. sharpen (a knife)
눈 n. eyes
감다 v. close [shut] one’s eyes
미래 n. future
현실 n. reality
악마 n. devil, demon, evil spirit, Satan
욕심 n. greed, avarice, selfishness
야망 n. ambition, aspiration
독기 n. virulence, venom
양심 n. conscience
지옥 n. hell
나팔 n. trumpet
비극 n. tragedy
오르골 n. music box
포기 n. abandonment, resignation, surrender
연애 n. love
주위 n. surroundings
시선 n. one´s eye(s); one´s sight; one´s gaze
기적 n. miracle
달콤함 n. sweet
중독 n. poisoning, toxication
병신 n. stupid person, fool, idiot
지뢰 n. land mine
매일 adv. every day, daily
다르다 adj. different
날카롭다 adj. sharp
붉다 adj. red
달콤하다 adj. sweet
매섭다 adj. fierce, severe, strict, sharp
미치다 adj. crazy, insane
좋다 adj. good
뒤틀리다 adj. twisted
울리다 v. echo, reverberate / adj. famous
어두워지다 v. darken, become dim
잃다 v. lose
참다 v. bear; endure; put up with; tolerate; suppress; repress; control oneself
알다 v. know
잡다 v. hold, take
외치다 v. shout; cry (out); yell; shriek; scream
저버리다 v. go back on; turn one´s back on; back down; break (one´s promise) 
느끼다 v. realize; see; feel; find
취하다 v. get drunk/intoxicated
버리다 v.  throw away, discard
깨어나다 v. return to consciousness, come to one’s senses, sober up
건드리다 v. touch
부르다 v. call
잊다 v. forget
생각하다 v. think
찢기다 v. get torn
놓치다 v. let scape, lose

Movies

Week Ending January 17th, 2017

  1. Rogue One: A Star Wars Story
  2. Moana
  3. La La Land +3
  4. Deadpool +9
  5. Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them −1
  6. Hidden Figures +6
  7. Zootopia −4
  8. Lord of the Rings −1
  9. Beauty and the Beast +1
  10. Suicide Squad +4
  11. Bright Lights: Starring Carrie Fisher and Debbie Reynolds
  12. Star Wars: The Force Awakens −3
  13. Fifty Shades Darker +5
  14. Frozen
  15. Heathers
  16. Big Hero 6
  17. Spirited Away −6
  18. The Hobbit
  19. Tangled
  20. Doctor Strange −15

The number in italics indicates how many spots a title moved up or down from the previous week. Bolded titles weren’t on the list last week.

Happy new years, all! I’ve been out of the country visiting friends, spending most of December so I was absent for all the Yuletide rituals.

But here was tonight’s ritual to welcome the new year, one of the times I set my altar in the east end of my circle. Winter has begun, the mighty dead roam, and the spirits of the land sleep until Candlemas.

(Apparently, my camera phone does not do well in low lighting).

I do not love you

to the moon and back

I AM the moon

and you are the stars-

infinitely more beautiful

and infinitely far

you expand through

the universe

and I twirl in your midst

desperately hoping

to land just one kiss

but you are suspended in air

and I, a free spirit, must roam

with nothing but your light

to anchor my heart

and no place but this endless

abyss to call home

-Sage Elizabeth

Christmas Lights - Luke Hemmings [FLUFF]

12 Days of 5SOS ~ Day five

Summary~ While trying to decorate your place for christmas a strange encounter lands you in ER

Word Count - 759

The worst part about going from a suburban housing block to an apartment complex is the lack of ability to express Christmas spirit. Okay, maybe that’s not the worst thing but it’s at least up there. You’ve always been used to be the one to decorate the whole house and string lights outside, but that’s not something you can do when there’s very little space on the outside of your building. Instead, you take to a more sane method and decorate the inside of your house.

You’re decorating your windowsill with various forms of decorations, candles, ivy, it’s looking cute, and outside the snow is finally fading with a fairly thick blanket stull left on the ground. You’re humming along to Christmas music obliviously when you see something fly down past your window and a faint scream. Obviously curiously confused you lean across your window sill to look down out the window nad there in the snow is an almost comedic person shape in the snow and a person there that perfectly fits it.

Quickly you rush out and down to the outside and stand shivering over the idiotic figure that fell from the roof.

“A-are you okay?” you ask.

He groans and moves to stand, “Yeah” he puts his foot on the ground, “Okay no, that’s broken”

“Wow I feel like part of the Santa Clause right now”

“You don’t have a car do you, I don’t think I could drive like this,” this stranger smiles.

“Uh sure, I’ll just, get the keys,” you furrow your brow and turn back to your building.

You glance up to your apartment to try and figure out just where he fell from and see hanging from the apartment above yours a string of Christmas lights.

“Were you actually trying to hang Christmas lights?” you exclaim.

“Yes, there’s not enough Christmas in this neighborhood,” he states.

You sigh, “Be glad you don’t live on the top floor then”

“I’m Luke by the way,” he breaks the silence in the car.

“Oh, I’m [Y/N]… we maybe should have started with that,” you reply. “I’m not going to lie, I considered hanging lights but I’m not a complete idiot”

“Okay, drop it, granted it wasn’t my best idea, bt I always used to love being in a neighbourhood with Christmas lights, we never managed to find the time when I was growing up but there was this house a few streets over that I drove by on y way to school, it was pretty magnificent,” he explains.

“I get where your coming from I just think it was a pretty stupid idea,” you giggle. “What was the house like though I’ve always been a sucker for Christmas decorations”

“It has multicolored lights hanging from the gutters, these glitter lights across the lawn, fairy lights around the porch, and this ridiculous but totally fitting infla-“

You join in with him, “Inflatable Santa Claus”

“You know the house?” he turns to you.

“That was my house!”

“No way, that was my favourite house on the block,” he chuckles.

“Well my dad put a lot of work into it!”

You get to the hospital with him and help him into the ER, allowing him to take a seat in the waiting room.

“I’ll just go and check you in and everything”

It takes a little while for him to be seen by a doctor, because when are ERs fast? Luke has you brought in with him – you can tell he’s quite scared of doctors – but he says it’s because he needs help hobbling.

“So what is the cause here?” the doctor asks.

“I had a nasty fall,” he says.

“He was deciding to hang Christmas lights on our apartment building, from 3 stories,” you elaborate.

“Oh, not the best plan my friend,” the doctor begins an examination. It doesn’t even take that long, “I can tell you now, this isn’t broken, it’s only a sprain”

“You sure cause it hurts like a bitch,” Luke’s eyes widen.

“Sure you’re not just a wuss?” you mutter and the doctor laughs a little.

“I’ll can get a bandage for you,” the doctor leaves.

“Thanks for bringing me,” Luke says.

“Please you’ve been the most entertaining part of my night,” you laugh.

“Really?” he looks baffled. “Y’know maybe you can help me finish the lights”

“I think you’re done with that buddy,” you sigh. “But I’ll tell you what, you can come help me decorate the inside of my place if you like?”

He smiles, “That sounds great, say tomorrow?”

You nod.

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Masterlist // Request

Things I can learn from the Vuvalini 

(Or, considerations on how to become an older woman of some badassness, in a not-yet apocalyptic world) -

  • “One bullet” need not mean a weapon’s projectile, but rather, one sentence, one comment - choose your words wisely, carefully, make them count, for they can strike and wound swiftly.
  • Bring the green with you. Create and build, don’t let that spark, that seedling of an idea, a notion, or belief, wither and die.
  • Foster the stories, nurture the names, remember where you came from even if it was a harsh land. Find the love in your lineage, even if you must turn over rock and stone, and bring that love to light.
  • Support one another regardless of your differences for you share a collective journey with other women and have walked some miles on the same hard road. Attacking without reason or warrant, making jabs and barbs, only undermines your efforts and your spirit.
  • Age doesn’t dictate your level of strength. Rather, it’s measured by the fire in your eyes and the wings in your soul.
  • Do what you must to survive, scrape together all that you can to endure, but pack light, and practical.
  • Recognize that there is power in self, even in the most desperate and difficult of times. But there is also power in numbers, in a sisterhood that can be a mighty army, with heads held high to catch the sun.
Symptom Recital

by Dorothy Parker

I do not like my state of mind;
I’m bitter, querulous, unkind.
I hate my legs, I hate my hands,
I do not yearn for lovelier lands.
I dread the dawn’s recurrent light;
I hate to go to bed at night.
I snoot at simple, earnest folk.
I cannot take the gentlest joke.
I find no peace in paint or type.
My world is but a lot of tripe.
I’m disillusioned, empty-breasted.
For what I think, I’d be arrested.
I am not sick, I am not well.
My quondam dreams are shot to hell.
My soul is crushed, my spirit sore;
I do not like me any more.
I cavil, quarrel, grumble, grouse.
I ponder on the narrow house.
I shudder at the thought of men…
I’m due to fall in love again.

Persophone

I chose to stay in the underground

Where screams of tortured soul may sound

I never was ‘spirited away’,

The choice was mine, I chose to stay.


Light and life below I bring

Where in Elysium heroes sing,

Until my mother throws back her head

To call me back from the land of the dead.


Then shall I leave my beloved

To bring Spring, that Earth might be recovered.

Then back home return shall I;

one of the few to journey without having to die.


My loved is not cruel, cruel is fate,

She made him seem to un-relate;

As if he is worse than his kin,

so the guards of Olympus won’t let him in.


Yet my beloved is good, my beloved is kind.

I am so glad that I him did find.

I left my home, I ran away.

I fell in love, I wished to stay.


For I chose to stay in the underground

Where not-quite-so-often the tortured sound.

For I never was spirited away,

I fell in love, I begged to stay.

Mars in the 9th house - Spirit Warrior 

Mars in the 9th house people want to kindle the light of God into an explosive forest fire. The desire to aggressively connect with the spirit, intimately, like a sexual crescendo is powerful and consuming. Mars accelerates the energies of a 9th house voyage, often expansively crackling through culture, land, religion, mind, and sea to ignite the guru inside. The individuals life energy is activated by her search for answers, a combative pilgrimage through existence, fighting for pure truth. The unknown is evocative for Mars in the 9th people. Both the mind and body can satiate the individual’s dynamic curiosity, setting the mind ablaze with philosophy and wisdom from the higher mind, energizing the body so it can search for meaning in its vast environment.

The intellect can be an airline in the 9th house. Mars is a planet that generates energy, desire, and enthusiasm. To think, to discover, to expand awareness, to lose herself in conversation with a foreigner, it can all kind of satisfy the individual in orgasmic ways. There may be a great enthusiasm for undertaking higher education, traveling to distant lands, and assimilating into a vast variety of cultures or cultural experiences. The mind is full of activity with Mars in the 9th, and the individual’s self confidence and faith in her own intelligence expands with experience and confronting the true mental arithmetic written in the universe. Everything that relates to the 9th house - its symbolic scripture and theology, philosophy, wanderlust, and spiritual law is activated through the flames of Mars. The individual extends her vision beyond the horizon as she searches for a way to infuse intellect with intuition and take herself somewhere higher. There can never be enough stamps on the passport, enough languages learned, or information contained in the mind. The individual can really burn the candle from both ends and become nervous, over stimulated, and uninspired.

The search for answers with Mars in the 9th can be dangerous, a path set of reckless abandon, but crystal instinct seems to motivate the person wanting to taste God. The individual typically has a good nature and tremendous respect for the global community. She may be stimulated to participate in politics, study religion, work overseas, or indulge in many faiths and readings until she sets on her own scripture. Focusing on variants of study that bring pleasure and joy are usually indications the individual is searching the right track. Often there is a tremendous morality displayed in Mars in the 9th. A sort of bowing acclaim for religion or laws of the spirit, a clear distinction between good and bad, God and the Devil. Her own divinity reflects in the light rays of the sun or the flickering of a candle, the orb that spirals in her chest radiates with intuition, universal love, and answers, all the blood of the cosmic mind flows here.

-Cherry

Witchey 101: Traditional Witch

I’ll go over more types of witches later it would be to much info for one post. I hope you all have an amazing night/day and blessed be 😊

Traditional Witch: they’re interested in the old ways (pre-Christian. ) They don’t really worship any gods or goddesses but they work with the spirit world and call upon their ancestors or the spirits of the land for strength. They work with rune symbols, Moon and planets cycles, and herbs and their properties. Traditional Witches believe in the upper world, middle world and lower world. They don’t follow the wiccan rede or the threefold law (traditional witchcraft isn’t Wicca.) But they are careful and are very responsible when they do a spell, it being a vanishing, healing or hexes.

Here’s an AU and a story thing-a-ma-bobber that’s been on my mind lately.

The world is full of magic and stuff and there are spirits all over the place. But there are eight spirits who have dominion over the eight elements: fire, water, earth, wind, lightning, ice, dark, and light. In ancient times they were worshipped as gods and goddesses amongst the people because they had the power to completely bend their specific element under their will. For example, the wind spirit could conjure hurricanes while the earth spirit could grew rainforests in the blink of an eye. The light spirit could bring shine in even the darkest of places and the dark spirit could bring shadows to the brightest of places.

They were given temples and offerings and were honored by all across the land. They became friends with each other and split into two families of four: the brighter Hoshido spirits and the bleaker Nohr spirits. The names of the families were later used as the names of two countries. They even fell in love with another from the other spirit family. (Though I don’t have to tell you who fell with who, you already know. ;))

Back then it was common for growing plants to be accompanied by gentle breezes. Covers of the night illuminated by streaks of lightning. Cold climates warmed by strong fires and hot climates cooled by gentle snow. Rainbows filling the skies with the multicolored wonder of water meeting light.

But that was in ancient times.

It was common knowledge that the elemental deities still existed, but recently, say, 100 or so years, something happened that changed them permanently.

A magician of unimaginable power had created a spell that sealed the powers of the spirits under his control. They became powerless and weakened, forced under the control of that one magician. The only time they could use their powers was to the command of the man and when they weren’t using their powers, they were forced around like slaves.

Their time with the magician was not a happy tale. Burning of whole villages, corruption of dreams, flooding, tornados, every natural disaster and then some were brought down on the human people.

Delighted at his new command, the magician passed on the spell to different people so they could exploit the powers of the spirits.

They were separated.

The Hoshido and Nohr spirits were separated from their families and significant others to live under the slave control of their new masters. In order to solidify the separation, the temples that had been built were destroyed and renewed in another location, far away from the others.

Sometimes they saw each other. Lost siblings saw how the light in their eyes dimmed with each visit. Lost lovers yearned for their other, but couldn’t interact.

In the present time, the sealed spirits were still being used as weapons of mass destruction. Their humility was all but stripped away from decades of confinement and solitude. Their eyes were blank and lifeless. They abided to the commands of their master with nary a word.

That is until, by pure dumb luck, one breaks free.

A death. Shattering. Running.

Enter Corrin and Kamui, a pair of twins and their best friend Azura, all of which are from Valla, a country not well known in Hoshido and Nohr. They leave their home in search of answers for their mothers’ deaths and to leave behind the life they had in Valla.

Upon their first several weeks in Shirasagi, capital of Hoshido, they find something—

Someone.

Laying in a bright open field, red and white outfit matted with grime and an odd golden substance, is a pink haired girl.

Hiraeth Creature #635 - Hrathalux

“Often tales from the desert bring about imagery of the Sun’s light dancing across the dunes, and the billowing winds whipping up sands that cross the skin, flickering and hot like fire. What many outsiders forget is when night falls upon the south, the world almost seems flipped, and the cold overtakes the land. The pale light of countless stars and the motherly Moon can only offer guidance from the dark, as almost nothing pierces through the frigid wind, blanketing and rippling through the land like a silken shawl. The spots of scrubland and grassy fields are filled with nocturnal beasts, but out in the open expanses of sand, travellers will only find mischievous imps and deadly monsters using these places as crossroads. The spirits of the open sand are lonely and jealous, often becoming forlorn or spiteful– but they do have a champion they can rally when interlopers skulk in the shadows.

The hulking Hrathalux indulges in the cold air, forging their shells into icy armor, and their horns radiating with frosty mist. On powerful arms they stride though windstorms with ease, their tiny legs only useful when they dig themselves a makeshift burrow as the Sun rises, banishing their beloved  frost. The spirits of the lonely stretches are attracted to Hrathaluxes, and often grant them boons, making them even deadlier than before. Not only armed with powerful claws, horns and limbs, they can shoot out an icy breath. It sometimes takes the form of lingering clouds that slowly chill an area, or it can be used as a jet stream of pure force that can rip away at cloth and leather with ease. When a Hrathalux makes its bed near an oasis, the water turns eerily cold, which at first seems like a refreshing change during the heat of the day, but if a spirit has blessed the Hrathalux, the water could freeze over entirely. Monster wranglers are often sent to chase these beasts away if they begin upsetting the water flow, but Hrathalux are dangerous opponents, especially if bonded to a lonely spirit. Many warriors try to stab upwards at the beast, but the Hrathalux can easily drop their whole weight down upon foes that are too close, freezing and crushing them at the same time– the only true way to fight this beast is with tools and magic, or if you’re a common adventurer, not at all.”

Frog Medicine. Frog symbolizes rain, cleansing, purification, healing, renewal, trans-formation, and magic. Their magic is reflected in their metamorphosis from aqueous tadpoles to air-breathing creatures which can live on land. It is this kinship to the element of water that gives Frog medicine great cleansing and healing properties. In knowing the element of water, Frog can use its drum-like ribbit to invoke the Thunder Beings—thunder, light-ning, wind, and rain—to cleanse and replenish the earth with water. Frog teaches us how to recognize when it is time to purify our bodies and our environments so that healing can occur on all levels. Connecting with Frog energy provides the opportunity to purify, refresh, and replenish the soul.

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Pamela Colman Smith - The Star, the Moon and the Sun, “Rider-Waite Tarot Deck”, 1910.

The Star - A naked woman kneels by the water; one foot is in the water, one foot is on the land. Above her head a Star shines out. In each hand she holds a jug. From one jug she pours a liquid into the water. From the other jug she pours a liquid onto the land. 

The Moon - The card depicts a night scene. Two large, foreboding pillars are shown. A wolf and a domesticated dog howl at the moon. The Moon is “shedding the moisture of fertilizing dew in great drops”. The figure in the Moon is frowning, reflecting displeasure. The card represents life of the imagination apart from life of the Spirit. The dog and wolf are the fears of the natural Mind in the presence of that place of exit, when there is only reflected light to guide it. 

The Sun - The Sun is a trump card in the tarot deck. An infant rides a white horse under the anthropomorphized Sun, with sunflowers in the background.

If now the brain and spinal cord together constitute that corporeal beingfor-
self of spirit, the skull and vertebral column form the other extreme of
it, an extreme which is separated off, viz. the solid, inert thing [H III 246].
In order to find one’s way in a maze of this kind it is unfortunately
necessary to resume things historically. The important thing…is the
fundamental and originary division between two principles, spirit and
matter. Insofar as that division is established, there is, whatever one says,
a superiority of spirit over matter, and spirit harvests all conceivable
superiority, that is; on one side the divine, and on the other reason [VII
368],
the whiteness
of the sea
and the paleness of the light
concealed the bones [III 369].
—  Chapter 8
Fluent bodies (a digression on Miller). Nick Land, The Thirst for Annihilation, Georges Bataille, Virulent Nihilism. 
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Page & Plant, Most High


“ Who guards the truth, oh Lord most high?
A frightened dove in the starless sky
Oh-oh - so high, most high, so high

Who hides the east from the blind man’s eye?
In the land of peace where the righteous cry
Oh-oh - so high, most high, so high
Where are the words - of a king
Who moved the stars and the son
To the light when my spirit was born
Bring this wanderer home
While mercy sleeps in the hearts of liars
And the olive tree is consumed by fire
Oh-oh - so high, most high, so high
Put out the words - I’m the king
Who moved the star above the sun
To the light when the spirit was born
Bring this wanderer home
Come on, come on, come on
Now David seed talks through his paper crown
And he spits hot steel - see all the kids fall down
Oh-oh - so high, most high, oh-oh
Come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on –
Most high, most high
Most high, so high, so high”