the soul centre

Going nuts–or, rather, not going nuts–was the soul and centre of witchcraft, and this was how it worked. After a while, a witch, who almost always worked by herself in the tradition of witches, had a tendency to go… strange. Of course, it depended on the length of time and the strength of mind of the witch, but sooner or later they tended to get confused about things like right and wrong and good and bad and truth and consequences. That could be very dangerous. So witches had to keep one another normal, or at least what was normal for witches. It didn’t take very much: a tea party, a singalong, a stroll in the woods, and somehow everything balanced up, and they could look at advertisements for gingerbread cottages in the builder’s brochure without putting a deposit on one.
—  Terry Pratchett, I Shall Wear Midnight

Chakras: Signs You Have An Imbalanced Heart Chakra

Today, in this article I will be talking all about the fourth chakra, anahata also known as the heart centre. This energy centre is all about being open to giving and receiving love from others around you, as well as including self love, acceptance and forgiveness. The heart chakra is also about compassion, gratitude and showing love for everything around you. When this energy centre is imbalanced, we can come across as cold, heartless and cruel to others (under active) or excessively needy, desperate and codependent. Just like my other articles on the chakras, I will list all of the symptoms (emotional and physical) of both under active and overactive. I will also list yoga poses, herbs, crystals, essential oils and foods which will help bring this energy centre back into balance.

The Heart Chakra - Signs of an imbalance:

Signs of emotional imbalance (Under active): Lack of empathy, ruthlessness, inability to feel sympathy, no compassion for yourself or others, inability to forgive, callousness, anger, holding on to grudges, pessimism, cynicism, fear of love, sadism, prone to violence, unable to let go of the past, narcissism, inability to trust others, suspiciousness, fear of being vulnerable and inability to show any emotion.

Signs of physical imbalance (Under active): Low blood pressure, bradycardia, chest tightness, poor circulation, angina, atherosclerosis, heart attack, pulmonary embolism, heart failure, emphysema, pleurisy, asthma, COPD, DVT, stroke (cerebrovascular disease) and arterial aneurysms.

Essential Oils for Heart Chakra (Under active): Rose, jasmine, ylang-ylang, bergamot, tangerine, grapefruit, tuberose, gardenia, frangipani, champaca, rosewood, geranium, pink lotus, neroli, petitgrain, myrtle, sweet orange and ho wood.

Crystals for Heart Chakra (Under active): Pink tourmaline, rose quartz, ussingite, kunzite, pink petalite, tugtupite, thulite, ruby, mangano calcite, colbaltoan calcite, watermelon tourmaline, pink sapphire, eudialyte, morganite, rhodochrosite, pink Andean opal, dioptase, emerald, malachite, peridot and rhodonite.

Herbs for Heart Chakra: Hawthorne berries, rose, garlic, ginkgo, ginger, thyme, parsley, basil, sage, tarragon, rosemary, lemongrass, mint, chives, coriander, linden blossom, hibiscus, nettle, lavender, echinacea, green tea, holy basil, angelica, motherwort, astragalus, yarrow, saffron, marjoram, sweet annie, lady’s mantle, hops, elecampane and cayenne.

Foods for Heart Chakra: Wheatgrass, barleygrass, spirulina, chlorella, moringa, lettuce, asparagus, artichokes, avocados, watercress, spinach, broccoli, cabbage, pea shoots, swiss chard, green apples, spring onions, green bell peppers, green chillies, cucumber, kiwis, green grapes, lettuce, bok choi, arugula, turnip greens, beet tops, dandelion greens, celery, limes, brussel sprouts and kale.

Yoga Poses for Heart Chakra: Cobra, bow, dancer’s pose, standing cobra, sphinx, upward facing dog, baby cobra, camel pose, fish pose, warrior I, warrior II, scorpion pose, king pigeon, high lunge, chaturanga, plank, easy pose, single legged bow, side plank and wheel pose.

Signs of emotional imbalance (Overactive): Posessiveness, jealousy, codependency, smothering, desperation in finding love, seeking validation, neediness, controlling, fear of loneliness, seperation anxiety, overly emotional, creating drama, overly sensitive, naïve in relationships, sensitive to criticism and being prone to wearing your heart on your sleeve.

Signs of physical imbalance (Overactive): Tachycardia, arterial filibration, high blood pressure, hyperventilation, panic attacks, palpitations, anxiety related heart issues and shallow breathing.

Essential Oils For Heart Chakra (Overactive): Eucalyptus, white camphor, tea tree, ravensara, lemongrass, lime, pine, balsam fir, rosemary, peppermint, spearmint, marjoram, oregano, holy basil, basil, thyme, dill, geranium, ho wood, rosewood, juniper and lemon eucalyptus.

Crystals For Heart Chakra (Overactive): Watermelon tourmaline, green tourmaline, malachite, dioptase, green fluorite, green calcite, quantum quattro, diopside, priasolite, hiddenite, emerald, fuchsite, green aventurine, moldavite and moss agate.

So there you have it and I hope this post has helped you with understanding exactly what the heart chakra does and how to balance it using complementary therapies. Remember, whenever you are adding any new therapy, food, supplement, herb or activity to your daily routine, please do you research beforehand so that you don’t hurt yourself or anyone else. If you’re still unsure, check with your chiropractor, doctor or yoga teacher.

Left to itself, it’s possible that your particular horoscope would say: “Yes, your chart reveals that you will endlessly repeat these non degenerative emotional habit patterns. Your relationships are doomed from the start. It would be far better for you to enter a monastery or a convent and become a monk or a nun”
But there is another solution.
One that is at the core of soul-centred astrology
You can change what is written in your horoscope. By acting at your lowest good, you can turn an otherwise very good horoscope into a very challenging life. But by acting by your highest good you can definitely transform an astrological lemon of a chart into terrestrial lemonade. The sugar is consciousness
—  Alan Oken
Hero

prompt: “drabble prompts”

#53 “If you kill them, you’d better kill me too, because otherwise, I’m going to kill you.

#71 “You don’t get to pick and choose. You’re stuck with me.

#62 “Please, don’t cry.

pairing: Harry Hook x Tiana/Naveen Daughter!Reader

notes: if you think my last post was overboard you’re in for a real surprise ha I really hope you like this one though it gets pretty deep

requested by @jugheadismyking


Originally posted by ehdsisjado

King Ben thought inviting as many kids as possible from the Isle of the Lost was a good idea. What Uma had said stuck with him. The guilt of possibly leaving innocent kids behind ate at him, so he made it his mission to bring as many of them over.

What he didn’t know, was that by bringing them over, he had set Frederick Facilier’s plan to exact revenge into motion. 

To you, the daughter of King Naveen and Queen Tiana, today was a good day. The sun was out and the air was light. Unfortunately, on that very day, the Shadow Man’s son decided he would exact his revenge on your family. With the help of his shadow friends, he had the three royals tied up with ease.

The rag over your eyes was pulled down to reveal the malicious face of the Shadow Man’s son. You didn’t even know who he was until you heard your father speak out. 

“You look just like he did.”

Then everything clicked. You recalled all the stories your mother and father would tell you. The ones that left you plagued with nightmares of shadows and darkness. Your blood ran cold and your heart sunk to your stomach. You knew what vengeance could do to a person and how it could corrupt even a heart of gold.

“What do you want with us?” Your mother sighed. She wasn’t afraid of this boy. He wanted vengeance, but that wasn’t going to get him anything or anywhere. Evil never won.

The boy diverted his attention to your mother with a cold voice, “I want revenge. I’m going to send your souls over to the Other Side, and let my father deal with you.”

You growled, struggling against your restraints as you spat, “If you’re going to kill them, you’d better kill me too, because otherwise, I’m going to kill you.

Your captor turned to you, a sick smile painted across his lips, “Kill you? Oh, no, Princess! I’m going to make you watch them get dragged to the Other Side, just like I watched my father.”

You could swear your heart stopped. Your breath hitched in your throat audibly to which Frederick let out a chain of excited giggles “Oh, how exciting! This is going to be fun!”

You and your parents silently watched in horror as he pulled out two dolls resembling your parents, beginning his chanting. Your eyes darted across the room, desperately trying to find a way out. This couldn’t be the way you lost your parents. They were your everything.

Your eyes met your mother’s. She was leaning against your father and the two looked to be the opposite of you. 

Even in a situation like this, they both looked as composed as they would in the palace. Backs straight as a board, heads held high. On the other side of the room, you were on the verge of hyperventilating and practically curled up into a ball.

Suddenly, the chanting stopped. Frederick threw your mother’s doll on the ground, yelling out.

“I’m pretty sure there are supposed to be voodoo faces and an evil voodoo song by now, no?” It was your father, and he sounded bored. Frederick let out a low growl.

“Laugh while you can, King Naveen.”

With a poof, a cloud of smoke went up, leaving you all coughing and spluttering. As the smoke cleared, you realised Frederick had disappeared and the royal family of Maldonia wasted no time in calling out for help.


Out in the bayou were two boys. Pirates. Two of the three most feared pirates on the Isle of the Lost had somehow found a place on Evie’s list and were now carelessly exploring deep in the bayous.

“Harry, do you hear that?” One of them said. His attention had turned away from his best friend to the sounds on his left. His friend stopped his whistling mid-way, shifting on the tiny boat they were on. 

“What is it, Gil? I was on a roll.” Harry’s eyes were narrowed at his friend, annoyed. Then he heard the screams that had alerted Gil. 

“Do you think we should check it out?” Gil asked, but Harry had already taken one of the oars and began to paddle. They reached a clearing, where an old, abandoned cabin stood. The screams had ceased, as if the people inside had given up.

“Gil, stay here. Keep watch, and if anything happens, leave.” Harry didn’t leave any room for arguing as he hopped onto the tiny porch and burst into the cabin.

You flinched, hard, when the door flew open with a bang. You were halfway inching towards your parents and thought Frederick had come back to claim your parents’ souls. You froze, dead centre of the room, head snapping up to see a very tall man with a pirate hat. 

A pirate in Auradon? When did that happen?

“Please, whoever you are, if you want money, we will give, but please, save our daughter!” Your mother pleaded immediately. Looks of confusion then recognition flashed across the pirate’s face before he flew into action, rushing towards you.

He yelled to the outside, ordering his friend to get help. Gil yelled back, uncertainly, alerting him of the oncoming swarm of shadows. Facilier was on his way.

The pirate started to work on your restraints, rapidly cutting through them with his sword. You tensed. Stories of pirates were told, and they were intended to be cautionary tales.

Once the ropes binding you had been cut loose, you stood, shakily, to run and help your parents, but a strong arm seized you, thwarting your efforts. You began to thrash, desperately trying to escape the pirate’s hold.

“No time, Princess. Got to go.” He spoke in your ear. You turned in his grasp, resisting the urge to slap him. “They’re my parents and they’re about to be murdered! You want me to just leave them here?”

Your father was the one that sparked enough sense in you to get you moving. “Darling, we escaped his father, we can certainly deal with his spawn. Go!”

You stopped your struggle, and with one last fleeting look, you dashed out of the cabin, hot on the pirate’s tail. You nearly crashed into his wall of a back when he suddenly came to a stop. Peering over his shoulder, you could see a livid Frederick Facilier, chest heaving with anger.

Without wasting any time, the pirate kicked the witch doctor into the swampy water with a grunt. Frederick, who was half the size of Harry, fell in without a chance to fight. Harry took your hand, pulling you with him and pushed you into a tiny, crappy wooden boat.

Not looking back, the pirate took the oars and quickly paddled Your heart was caught in your throat and your breathing uneven. You heard Facilier scream in anger in the background, blending away within the sounds of water sloshing against the oars.

Frederick wasn’t going to waste his time going after you. You were only a bonus. Your parents, however, were the focus of his wrath. 

You turned to the pirate in front of you, eyes wide. “Who are you?” Your question went unanswered until the cabin disappeared from sight. “Harry Hook.”

The surname struck ice into your heart, but you chose not to show it. He had saved your life. He had earned the benefit of the doubt. For now.

“Can you- What- Why-” You struggled to form a coherent sentence, your thoughts running wild. It seemed a million things had happened in the past ten minutes and you were having a lot of trouble processing it.

“Love, calm down. You’re safe now.” He said gently. He would have laughed at a reaction like yours, but with the situation you had just been through, he seemed genuinely concerned.

That should have calmed you down, but you both knew it wasn’t true. One look around your surroundings and you swear he almost fainted. The sky was getting dark, but the large outlines in the water were unmistakable. 

Alligators.

Harry’s face visibly paled a couple shades. He swallowed, eyes darting rapidly to look for an escape route. The two of you were surrounded. 

“I take it you don’t have a good history with alligators.” You joked, but your smile fell when you realised how insensitive you were being. “Sorry.”

His response was a cross of a grunt and a whimper. The two of you were stranded on the water, unmoving, as the predators continued to close in slowly. You spotted a large tree in to your left, seemingly high and sturdy enough to evade a bunch of alligators.

Taking the oars from his white-knuckled grasp, you maneuvered through the dangerously narrow escape path and hopped onto one of the large tree roots protruding from the water. You held out a hand to Harry, which, to your surprise, he took tightly and stood next to you. 

You scrambled to find a way up the tree, the two of you scaling up the branches until you were confident the two of you weren’t going to be swallowed whole by alligators. Harry made it next to your seat on the branch just as an alligator soared through the air, its jaws snapping shut.

You had to reach out and steady the pirate from falling over, helping him to sit next to you. 

The sun had set now, and you were squished against the leather of Harry’s coat as you tried to ignore the hissing of the reptiles not too far below you. “So, what’s a pirate doing in Auradon?”

He turned to you, silent. He studied your face for a moment before answering. “King Ben’s inviting a bunch of villain kids over from the Isle. That’s how your little voodoo friend managed to get to you.”

You narrowed your eyes, sucking in a sharp breath. “Of course a pirate would be the one to save me from peril.”

He mirrored your annoyed look, his stare unwavering. “You don’t get to pick and choose, princess. You’re stuck with me.” 

You stared back at him for a while, the two of you silent as you studied each other. Eventually, you broke the stare, softening. “I’m sorry.”

“S’alright, I’m used to it.” 

“No, no! I just meant…” you shook your head frantically, “it’s just that all the villains I’ve heard of have tried to you know… kill us?” You stumbled over your words, trying to get your point across.

He scoffed, as if you were telling a blatant lie he had heard thousands of times. “Yeah, well, sorry to burst your bubble, darling, but we’re not our parents,”

“well,” he tilted his head, pulling a face, “most of us.”

You chuckled lightly. “That’s fair. We’re not all rainbows and fluff, either. I mean, have you met the family of the Sleeping Beauty?”

Your laughs died out, leaving you in a slightly awkward silence. “I really am sorry, though,” you said, lightly nudging him with your body.

He looked down at you, shrugging, “you can stop apologising. I get it.” You nod, staring straight ahead, ignoring the sharp pierce of his gaze. “So I think we’re going to be here for a while… Want to chat?”

Harry pretended to contemplate the idea, “My schedule’s pretty packed, but I’m sure I’ll be able to make an exception.” You scoff, feigning offence despite the smile on your lips.

“Tell me about your life.” You said firmly, situating yourself in a more comfortable position. You were going to be here all night, you may as well get comfortable. Your legs dangled off the branch and you were leaned back lightly against the pirate’s side.

“Well, my dad’s Captain Hook,” he gestured to the hook dangling from his belt, “I didn’t really know him. I mean, sure, I knew him, but he was always distant, trying to find that goddamned crocodile.”

You were quiet whilst taking his hand in yours. You never really thought about it, but the parents on the Isle were probably too focused on revenge to actually raise a child.

Harry’s eye’s flickered to his hand in your smaller ones before looking away once more. His voice dropped to a quiet murmur, “I only wanted him to approve of me, y’know? I started trying to be evil when I was younger, but as I got older i realised you had to be evil to survive on the Isle.”

He sighed, continuing, “Then I found Uma and Gil. We all had pretty messed up parents so we stuck together. We were there for each other when no one else was. But she wanted to take over Auradon. Even though she didn’t want to admit it, she only did it for Ursula. Uma’s the girl who crashed the Cotillion.”

You nodded in realisation. You had heard of what happened at the Royal Cotillion. Maldonia was the more estranged part of the United States of Auradon, so you didn’t pay much attention to the news. Your parents said it was nothing to worry about, anyway.

Harry chuckled, a little too sharply to be humorous. “She could’ve come here too, but precious Mal barely agreed to let me and Gil over.”

“Uma sounds like a real friend. I’d love to meet her someday,” you gave a genuine smile to Harry. You were glad he’d found a friend like her. Being a princess of a distant country, you weren’t able to have many of those.

“I’ve yet to find someone like her. Royal life isn’t exactly the social jackpot. Everyday is the same. I barely ever get to see my parents, too,” you sighed, your posture deflating a little, “obviously, it’s not the same as what you guys have gone through, but I never chose this life, you know what I mean? I just wanted a normal life with normal parents, but nope, life just has to get it’s kicks.”

You rambled, stopping to catch your breath. Looking away from Harry’s amused smile, you went on. “I just… Today was supposed to be their day off, where they could take a break from the stuffy royals and just chill,” you laughed bitterly. “It was supposed to be a good day! And now I don’t even know if they’re alive or not.”

You were so absorbed in your ranting that you didn’t notice the hot tears welling in your eyes. Harry squeezed your hand. “Please, don’t cry.”

You sniffled, hastily wiping at your eyes, embarrassed. “Sorry.”

A hand went under your chin to tilt your head up. Your eyes met Harry’s. You were half expecting him to laugh at your outburst of emotions but instead, warmth flooded your body at the look in his eyes.

“Love, your parents have fought off the Shadow Man. His kid’s not even half of what he was!” Harry said, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. “And I have complete faith in-”

You didn’t let him finish as you crashed your lips onto his. He sat still for a moment, disbelieving that an actual princess was here. Kissing him. It didn’t take long for him to respond, arm curling around your waist, pulling you closer to him. Your hand slid up his neck, tangling in his hair as your lips moved in complete sync.

The moment ended all too soon as you broke apart, both wearing child-like grins on your faces. 

“I think tonight’s going to be fun.”

Physical state:
Charalgamate is a human amalagamation of 3 beings.

- Chara’s determined soul
- Alex’s body as the physical host and Magnanimity soul
- Memoryhead with a monster soul.

Memoryhead and Alex were both injected with ariticial DT made by Alphys. This DT caused Memoryhead’s body to physically melt a second time on to Alex’s body. The DT within Alex’s body, and with the help of Chara’s own DT, helped Memoryhead’s body stabilise due to having a stronger physical matter to melt on.

As a result, Memoryhead has taken possession of the right side of Alex’s body, in which will leave Alex’s body scarred should Memoryhead ever be “removed” from the host. (cough)

Soul(s):

During the physical merge of Alex and Memoryhead, Chara sacrificed their own soul, and  stood ahead of Alex’s soul, preventing physical merging of Alex’s soul with Memoryheads. As a result, Chara and Memoryhead’s soul have merged together with the assistance of the DT injected into them.

Externally, Charalgamate’s soul appears as a red soul, with a fraction of a white monster soul within it’s centre. Memoryhead’s “new soul” is the inverse of this (white monster soul with a fraction of red in it’s centre).

Mental state:
Charalgamate’s mental state is distorted - back and forth of two strong personalities (Chara and Memoryhead), whilst the remaining personality remains quiet as it is the weaker personality of the three. Chara and Memoryhead’s personalities can either coincide and be very conflicting towards each other.

Magic:
Charalgamate has a number of attacks:
- Red DT blades (From Charas Determined trait)
- Memoryhead “orb and head” attacks - Attacks which manipulates the targets memories, dreams and creates blackouts and hallucinations. (From Memoryheads’ own magic)
- Brown shield, rings - Rings which can both be used as combo attacks and as defence (From Alex’s Magnanimity trait).
- Grey hands with blue and orange magic - Memoryhead being the split half of Gaster, can also present small magical hands to form orange and purple magic.
- Black DT - Physical matter from Memoryheads own body, combined with excessive amounts of DT. Can also combine Chara’s knives, and Gaster/Memoryheads blue and orange magic.

This is a lil rundown of Charalgamate and their abilities. I hope you like it  
I have a speedpaint of this, but my internet fails me again. So I will add it tomorrow  


The Soul Centre, 1971
Based at the back end of Portobello Road, home of London’s famous Saturday street market, The Soul Centre was once the place to go for the latest rudeboy sounds from Desmond Dekker, Prince Buster and Scratch Perry, as well as the best Stateside vibes from the likes of the Spinners and The Jackson Five. Photograph by David Wisdom

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this show was spectacular!! I didn’t take as many pictures but it was hilarious and insanely interactive and that made it one of the best shows I’ve ever been to! (and I’m a theatre kid so that’s saying something…)

i’m so glad these guys are so generous with their time and themselves to put on these shows for us, it really shows us how much they care. I love them for that :3

@therealjacksepticeye

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This time 6 years ago, this beautiful man was taking his soul to the Staples centre, where he would rehearse for his upcoming tour “This Is It”. Not an idea of the worst that was yet to come, only a few hours later…

… I think about him everyday of my life, no matter where I am. I have had my lows and I have had my highs, but I have always been grateful to call him my idol. He has taught me the true meaning of life. Through his music I have found inner strength. And although I may not be able to get up everyday and expect new photos of him, or get the chance to hug him, see him, or speak to him, I still cherish every moment that he gracefully lived on this earth.

Thank you for everything you have done. You are my true hero, and I miss you so dearly.

~ Also.. I just had to add that photo from Moonwalker in it. I needed to add a lil spice to this devastating post..~

All I’ve been thinking about
for hours on end
is how much I love you
I can feel it with every beat of my heart
I love you, I love you, I love you

It pounds through me 
like the blood in my veins
It thrums within me
to my very bones
Because you’ve infiltrated my body
Invaded my mind
Stolen my very soul
You’re the centre of my universe
The sun that I orbit around

Honestly, you’re just my everything

—  A girl who can’t picture life without you

Sagittarius Ascending

The Heavenly Archer and a Celestial Target 

Individuals born with Sagittarius Ascending symbolize the spirit’s first footsteps onto the human world. The arrow and the glyph relate to their light vision into the heavens and the establishment of an objective that revolves around a soul-centred life. With the Earth as their ruler, Sagittarius Ascending individuals express the aggressive need to know ‘God’ intimately, through all forms of philosophy, religious studies, nature, animals, literature, travel and intellectual expansion; and their mission is very much about shooting an arrow into the distance and searching for an existence beyond the mundane. Sagittarius Ascending express through the Third Ray of Active Intelligence which emanates the Ray of Earth and Saturn; the envisioned spiritual goal fused with a practical purpose. 

Sagittarius Ascending love the unexplored, and let the unknown become them. These individuals confront double bodied life themes and can wander through life experiencing dual states of consciousness. Always in search of the higher truth, those born with Sagittarius Ascending are seduced by new insights and enjoy the intellectual expansion of higher education, long journeys and cultural assimilation. There tends to be intrinsic pangs of wanderlust and constant yearnings to escape to exotic, far away places where their true soul comfort awaits. These individuals require the bigger picture and spend much of their time projecting dreams and visions into the future. They are attached to the search for their own inner truth and will be hesitant to adopt a belief they haven’t devised from their own experiences. Sagittarius Ascending individuals experience bursts of intuition and universal knowledge that spontaneously erupts into consciousness; and they readily fuse intellect with illumination. 

Those born with Sagittarius Ascending are noted for their adoration of higher spiritual purposes and ultimate truth. The deepest part of their truth stems from their own experiences and much of their energies are poured into the continuous, rapturous expansion of consciousness. Much of Sagittarius Ascending’s soul purpose revolves around finding divine faith and higher truth through intangible matter and the transformation of duality with unity. Here the soul stops identifying oneself with its physical body, and begins to feel the stream of numinous flowing within him; where a life becomes dedicated to the spirit, and prepares for initiation in Capricorn. It has always been recommended that if one was searching for esoteric knowledge and spiritual enlightenment to meditate on the Sagittarius Archer; and life constantly thrusts new dimensions and worlds into their inner consciousness. Much of the knowledge the Water Bearer pours from his cup is  the knowledge garnered through the stars of Sagittarius.  

Scorpio - The Zodiac’s Sorcerers

Traditionally in astrology, Scorpio are the zodiac’s alchemists. These are the first pharmacists who endorsed witchcraft and harnessed the use of magic and nature for medicine. Of all the signs, Scorpio are blessed with the incredible ability to recharge the energies of other people, and the keywords surrounding this sign follow the theme; healer, rebirth, life, death, medicine, trauma and transformation. Scorpio energy expresses through magic, other worldly connections, merging with the deity, potions, spells, exorcism, mediumship, mental health, incense, charity, psychic healing and past lives. Halloween is is Scorpio’s holiday, which represents their affinity with the hidden and the occult, and their ability to see past the ‘masks’ of other human beings. The soul centred Scorpio, astrologically known as the Phoenix is the ultimate healing force, inflamed with exceptional inner brilliance and a hypnotic magnetic resonance. Astrologically, the sign of Scorpio is connected to physicians, medical doctors, pharmacy, sorcery, healers and surgeons.

The middle of the season’s Fixed energies tied with the depth of Water give Scorpio incredible powers of concentration. They have brilliant minds for chemistry, science and physics, and are natural pharmacists, medical researchers or health analysts. As our connection to the collective unconscious, the Water signs represent the zodiac’s healing forces, and Scorpio’s ability to empathize and gauge the emotions of another give them brilliant insight into how to remedy somebody’s distress. Like the Phoenix, Scorpios are survivors. They can erupt into piles of ashes courtesy of their self destructive nature. But the polarity is true. They can also transcend, soar and transform. They can bring forth from the ashes new and bedazzling life. During this phase their intense perceptions will bend toward compassion understanding, rather than judgment. Their eroticism will reach beyond passion, toward love. Scorpio are survivors, people have died countless times over; and they have an incredible insight into how to guide others through the flame, how to breathe new life and transformation into others.  As the ruler of the reproductive zone, their connection to the body part of creation instils their powers of regeneration and creation in the human form.

The word ‘pharmacy’ is derived from ‘sorcery’ and Scorpio are the zodiac’s sorcerers. Governed by the Pluto, the radioactive healing liquid, Scorpios are all about provoking the given reality for the unconscious - the taboo, the occult, the mystical, the secrets, guided by Pluto’s purging of the polluted, toxic and viral. Here destruction meets creativity, causing a tremendous alchemical reaction between attraction. The Egyptians believed the scorpion represented initiation into sacred mysteries, and Scorpio has a natural access to this, ancient knowledge one where they find their healing remedy. The highest incarnation of this sign, is the “embodiment of love winning out over adversity, harmony arising out of unavoidable conflict, and the resurrection of the life force through a totally dedicated and self-conscious human being.” The highest of Scorpio is following her cosmic duty, the divine plan, and fighting for the whole humanity. Scorpio are easily hurt, and possess an incredible insight into the energies that promote healing and ultimate rebirth.
-Cherry

Children of the light

Between the age of 18 and 21 is when people start to “remember” or regain the level of consciousness they had when they died in their last incarnation. This process is painful emotionally, mentally and physically. Simply because being intelligent, knowing the truth in an delusional world full of fools is painful…ask Jesus. People may develop anxiety, social detachment, depression. People will have suicidal thoughts whether consciously or subconsciously. Some may act on them, most will drink the truth away with alcoholism or take drugs to push the pain away, so far away that they become part of the deluded masses. But the few will stay strong and feel the pain, wearing the armour of Gods strength, knowing that enlightenment is the reward. It is a painful process but it is something we must go through in order for Gods will to be done. There is only a small few of us left, most have been deluded by darkness. But please do not be sad, have the knowing that God has been guiding us and he will not fail us now. To hear the truth of what has been said listen to the Grandmaster Thoth, the thrice God Hermes Trismegistus, the one that Isaac Newton himself praised “Hermes, I know not how, has discovered the whole truth” grandmaster Thoth who’s last life was incarnated as Jesus. Child of light listen to Thoth’s guidance if you are experiencing these negative thoughts or emotions.

Quoted from the famous: The Emerald tablet
“Deep in the silence, first ye must linger until at last ye are free from desire, free from the longing to speak in the silence.

Conquer by silence, the bondage of words.
Abstaining from eating until we have conquered desire for food, that is bondage of soul.

Then lie ye down in the darkness.
Close ye your eyes from the rays of the Light.
Centre thy soul-force in the place of thine consciousness, shaking it free from the bonds of the night.

Place in thy mind-place the image thou desireth. Picture the place thou desireth to see. Vibrate back and forth with thy power.
Loosen the soul from out of its night.
Fiercely must thou shake with all of thy power
until at last thy soul shall be free.

Mighty beyond words is the flame of the Cosmic, hanging in planes, unknown to man;
mighty and balanced, moving in Order,
music of harmonies, far beyond man.

Speaking with music, singing with color,
flame from the beginning of Eternity’s ALL.
Spark of the flame art thou, O my children,
burning with color and living with music.
List to the voice and thou shalt be free.

Consciousness free is fused with the Cosmic,
One with the Order and Law of the ALL.
Knew ye not man, that out of the darkness,
Light shall flame forth, a symbol of ALL.

Pray ye this prayer for attaining of wisdom.
Pray for the coming of Light to the ALL.

Mighty SPIRIT of LIGHT that shines through the Cosmos, draw my flame closer in harmony to thee.
Lift up my fire from out of the darkness,
magnet of fire that is One with the ALL.
Lift up my soul, thou mighty and potent.
Child of the Light, turn not away.
Draw me in power to melt in thy furnace;
One with all things and all things
in One, fire of the life-strain and
One with the Brain.

When ye have freed thy soul from its bondage,
know that for ye the darkness is gone.
Ever through space ye may seek wisdom,
bound not be fetters forged in the flesh.

Onward and upward into the morning, free flash, O Soul, to the realms of Light. Move thou in Order, move thou in Harmony, freely shalt move with the Children of Light.

Seek ye and know ye, my KEY of Wisdom.
Thus, O man, ye shall surely be free.”

  • Baby: I... I
  • Mum: I love you?
  • Baby: I'm just excited to see my lord and saviour Baphomet represented in such glorious Italian stone. I do hope his eyes gaze upon me and then my allegiance is recognised. Notice me senpai! Notice me! Part of me wishes that angel statue would come to life, and King Baphomet would rise and two eternal juggernauts, right here in the middle of the city! But for what is this battle raging for you ask? I don't know. What stands at the centre? To that I say, my soul is at the centre, offered up to the ageless ones! Only to be torn in twain. It's like you can't have one without the other, y'know? Like I'm equal parts God and the Devil. A cloak of shame covers this man, and only supreme light would wash my body clean. But how could that light possibly reach me, with the thick clouds of indecency surrounding my poor soul. So I carry my wrongdoings on my back, like some kind of tormented hiker, lost in the hills of misfortune, looking desperately for that peak to rescue him from the valley of depraved habitual self pleasuring. But again I found nothing, except for sweaty devestated loneliness and a thousand judgemental eyes staring back at me, from the covers of a stolen Victoria's Secret catalouge. I didn't take your mail Mrs Pemberton! Stop asking me that! Leave me alone!... Satan's pretty cool.

Scorpio - The Zodiac’s Sorcerers

Traditionally in astrology, Scorpio are the zodiac’s alchemists. These are the first pharmacists who endorsed witchcraft and harnessed the use of magic and nature for medicine. Of all the signs, Scorpio are blessed with the incredible ability to recharge the energies of other people, and the keywords surrounding this sign follow the theme; healer, rebirth, life, death, medicine, trauma and transformation. Scorpio energy expresses through magic, other worldly connections, merging with the deity, potions, spells, exorcism, mediumship, mental health, incense, charity, psychic healing and past lives. Halloween is is Scorpio’s holiday, which represents their affinity with the hidden and the occult, and their ability to see past the ‘masks’ of other human beings. The soul centred Scorpio, astrologically known as the Phoenix is the ultimate healing force, inflamed with exceptional inner brilliance and a hypnotic magnetic resonance. Astrologically, the sign of Scorpio is connected to physicians, medical doctors, pharmacy, sorcery, healers and surgeons.

The middle of the season’s Fixed energies tied with the depth of Water give Scorpio incredible powers of concentration. They have brilliant minds for chemistry, science and physics, and are natural pharmacists, medical researchers or health analysts. As our connection to the collective unconscious, the Water signs represent the zodiac’s healing forces, and Scorpio’s ability to empathize and gauge the emotions of another give them brilliant insight into how to remedy somebody’s distress. Like the Phoenix, Scorpios are survivors. They can erupt into piles of ashes courtesy of their self destructive nature. But the polarity is true. They can also transcend, soar and transform. They can bring forth from the ashes new and bedazzling life. During this phase their intense perceptions will bend toward compassion understanding, rather than judgment. Their eroticism will reach beyond passion, toward love. Scorpio are survivors, people have died countless times over; and they have an incredible insight into how to guide others through the flame, how to breathe new life and transformation into others.  As the ruler of the reproductive zone, their connection to the body part of creation instils their powers of regeneration and creation in the human form.

The word ‘pharmacy’ is derived from ‘sorcery’ and Scorpio are the zodiac’s sorcerers. Governed by the Pluto, the radioactive healing liquid, Scorpios are all about provoking the given reality for the unconscious - the taboo, the occult, the mystical, the secrets, guided by Pluto’s purging of the polluted, toxic and viral. Here destruction meets creativity, causing a tremendous alchemical reaction between attraction. The Egyptians believed the scorpion represented initiation into sacred mysteries, and Scorpio has a natural access to this, ancient knowledge one where they find their healing remedy. The highest incarnation of this sign, is the “embodiment of love winning out over adversity, harmony arising out of unavoidable conflict, and the resurrection of the life force through a totally dedicated and self-conscious human being.” The highest of Scorpio is following her cosmic duty, the divine plan, and fighting for the whole humanity. Scorpio are easily hurt, and possess an incredible insight into the energies that promote healing and ultimate rebirth.
-Cherry

Happy birthday, @sciencefictioness! Here’s some meister!Gray and scythe!Natsu for your (Soul Eater crossover) Gratsu needs :)

*Edit: I got a message from someone saying they couldn’t load anything after “Read More”. Here’s a link to find it on Ao3:

http://archiveofourown.org/works/5843311


“Meet me out back when you’re done?” Gray looked back over his shoulder, waiting on a response.

A smile curled the edges of Natsu’s mouth. He’d heard rumours of meisters who constantly ordered their weapons around. He was glad that Gray didn’t seem to want that kind of partnership.


“Yeah, I shouldn’t be more than a few minutes behind you.” Gray simply gave him a nod before walking out the door.

“Please just leave me alone,” a small voice cried.

Lucy?

“Not so tough without your horny weapon partner, are ya?” Another familiar voice snarled.

“Aren’t you tired of this yet, Zancrow?”

Gray’s brow tensed. He knew Rustyrose and his partner were shitheads the moment he laid eyes on them.

He ran around the corner to find Lucy backed against the wall with one of Zancrow’s arms on either side of her head.

“Oi! Leave her alone!” Red eyes narrowed as they regarded him and he pushed off of the wall and stomped over to where Gray stood.

“Or else what, pretty boy?”

Gray looked past him at the meister still shaking against the building. “You all right?” She simply nodded, throat too tight to respond. “Good. Get going, okay? I’ll handle this.”

He got a quiet thank you in return before Lucy ran back in the direction he had come from.

“Hey, you scared off my date!” Zancrow growled.

“You’re a real creep, you know that?”

“I tried to tell him…” Rustyrose began, shoulders lifting in a shrug. Zancrow shot his meister a dirty look. It was starting to feel like he never had his back.

Gray ignored the malicious tension he felt and turned stormy blue eyes on Rustyrose, “It doesn’t matter what you told him. You didn’t stop him. You aren’t much better than he is. You two are made for each other.”

“What did you just say?” Rustyrose growled, hand flexing. Zancrow’s body took on a luminescent glow, itching to shift into his demon lantern form.

“You heard me. You two are nothing but bullies, picking on Lucy when Loke’s at home sick. She just started here a week ago. She hardly knows anything about being a meister let alone defending herself without her weapon. You’re fucking cowards.”

“That’s it!” Rustyrose snapped. “Zancrow!" 

The weapon’s sharp teeth bared in a sadistic grin before a flash of white took his human form and left a black lantern with a red chain in it’s wake.

Gray heard the window above him fling open and crash against the wall, "What the hell do you think you’re doing, Rusty?!” Natsu bellowed.

Gray didn’t have to look at him to know there was a murderous glare on his face. He could feel the rage in Natsu’s soul wavelength. He could feel the protective nature in those waves all around him, encompassing him in a way that made him feel safer than he ever had.

“You’re too late, Dragneel!” Rustyrose cackled. “Your precious meister will be a pile of broken bones before you can get down here!”

The silver haired tech dropped the lantern from his grasp and began to swing it in circles by the chain, faster and faster, gaining momentum with each turn. “You’re gonna learn your lesson the hard way, Fullbuster.” Zancrow’s metallic voice threatened.

“It’s going to be a real pleasure teaching you, too!” Rustyrose chimed in.

The black lantern came up over his shoulder once more and Rustyrose let it fly forward, arcing over his head and coming straight for Gray.

Gray didn’t flinch. He knew he had nothing to fear. He could hear steel sailing through the air, coming right for him.

He reached his arm out and caught the black scythe, letting it rotate once around his hand before holding it steady in front of him.

The lantern crashed into the blade, and with a flick of his wrist and a grin on his face, Gray sent it hurling back at it’s wielder.

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A Healthy Relationship With Food

We all have that friend, who’s thin, gorgeous, and seems to be perpetually gliding around in sport leggings and a crop top and living off burgers and cheesy snacks. It can make those of us – myself shamelessly included– who spends a lot of our day forcing ourselves to walk AWAY from the snack bar on campus, to feel like we are just wasting out time. That maybe, it’s all about genetics, and we will never look as thin or healthy as our DNA blessed squad members.

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The fandom has finally caught on to Death’s message from the sixth season on it all being about the souls, and souls have taken centre stage in the episodes of the eleventh season.

We’ve had a lot of talk about who might be missing a soul and for what reason, and we’ve talked about whether Castiel has a soul, especially following Our Little World. The consensus seems to be that Castiel is in possession of a human soul, and most people seem to believe that he developed one ex nihilo. The alternatives would seem to be that a soul was spontaneously born in him, that Metatron inserted one into him as he removed Castiel’s grace, or that a pre-existing soul found its way into Castiel. What ever the means of his receiving a soul, it would indeed seem that Castiel’s ‘four wheels’ (=car =vessel) has 'four legs’ (=angel grace and human soul) on them.

But in a related topic, I’m going to ask the question I hadn’t seen anyone ask so far: Does Metatron have a soul, or does he not? This is an important question regarding the aforementioned topic, as he is also an angel that has had his grace removed, and it is through the parallel of Metatron that we might approach Castiel’s situation.

The conditions for not having a soul, as outlined in Thin Lizzie, are not sleeping, not dreaming, and not eating. While Sam ate in his chilly droid period, we don’t know that he needed to, as hunger comes from the soul according to Famine in My Bloody Valentine. While Castiel was diagnosing Sam in Family Matters, we also discovered that Sam did not feel, although he had physical sensations. So let us use this in diagnosing Metatron.

We saw him eat pancakes in Book of the Damned – and in this he was paralleled with soulless Len that had lost his appetite for pancakes. But we don’t see him eat or refer to any food in Our Little World, and while he mentioned the unending indignities of being human, he makes no reference to digestion this time. Although he does say “Daddy’s got to eat” as an excuse for stealing a dying man’s money, we may take this as weak negative evidence to his not eating. And we have no evidence at all that he feels hunger.

He does not mention sleeping or dreaming in Our Little World. We know that he has a bed in his apartment, which might indicate sleeping. But we also know from Castiel that he has bed bugs in his bed and a stone tablet under his mattress, which might indicate that he does not sleep. Again, there’s indication that he might not sleep – and likely would not dream even if he did.

So, does Metatron feel? This is where the difference between Metatron as angel and Metatron as a human come into play.

As an angel, Metatron did not feel like a human feels. I’ve written in the past about how he coveted, but did not understand desire. He still seems to covet as a human. But he is cold. He watches a man die, and may have helped him die bar intervention. But as a human, we saw him heal several people – to his own ends, certainly, but the angel Metatron would have considered what Marv did petty.

Metatron did not show any fear of Castiel, and this may be the strongest evidence for him not having a soul. He most likely should have feared Castiel and his retribution. But instead he keeps egging the angel on to near loss of life. Note also that his new chosen profession took him to seedy alleys in the dead of night without weapons to seek out danger to film. And this was an angel with a heightened sense of self-preservation instinct that had caused him to hide himself for millennia.

Not only do we not see Metatron display any emotions – physical sensations, yes, he is distraught by the beating he receives – he cannot even recognize the emotions on Castiel. He also explicitly says “I was faking it”, in reference to the “Fake it till you make it” that had been said about dealing with soullessness both in Thin Lizzie and Clap Your Hands If You Believe…

It would seem that Metatron is without a soul.

It is also noteworthy that Metatron seems to have been human for about a month, because this establishes a parallel between Heaven Can’t Wait, Our Little World and Black. The first two are obvious, both Robert Berens’ episodes, meant to be contrasted. Contrasted in the episode itself in many ways.

We see the difference between Castiel and Metatron: one spent a month finding the real dignity in humanity by cleaning the vomit from the Gas-n-Sip restroom, while the other suffered from the indignity of humanity by becoming a purveyor of the metaphorical human excrement. But Dean is also a parallel to them – and it is lampshaded by the episode reminding us that Crowley spent five weeks paying his astronomical bar tabs.

Unlike Metatron, Dean had his soul, “wee bit more twisted, a little more mangled beyond human recognition”, but all his. And according to Castiel, Dean had chosen to remain a demon because he could not face the pain of being human. All three of them spent around a month in hiding. Dean with his own demonized soul.

Metatron with no soul.

And Castiel with a human soul.

If we may use Metatron to establish that angels do not just spontaneously grow souls when their grace is forcibly removed from them, the question of why Castiel’s wheels have four legs on them becomes very interesting indeed.