What is numerology? Numerology is the study of the symbolism of numbers. It is used to determine a person’s personality, strengths and talents, obstacles, inner needs, emotional reactions and ways of dealing with others.
Numerology can be a tool that helps you to understand yourself and loved ones better. You can also use numerology to examine your life, take advantage of unexplored opportunities, where to go next in life.
How do find your number? It is many ways that is used to calculate your life path number. The most used one is birthdate+month+year.
The life path numbers you can get is 1 - 9. You can also get what is called “master numbers” which is 11, 22 and 33. If you calculate your life path number and get 22 or 33, you don´t need to split it up to 2+2 = 4 or 3+3=6. Also if your last calculation ends up to be 11, you don´t need to split up that one either.
What does your life path number mean? Life path 1 - A life of action and achievement, very active, original and creative. Independent and very much a leader. Must be more self sufficient, make own decisions and use talents.
Life path 2 - A life of co-operation, loving, warm, do not like to be alone and can be extremely supportive in friendships and partnerships. They need to learn not to put themselves above others and not to be over-emotional in their relationships.
Life path 3 -The most creative of people, can be fun loving and enjoy socializing, more than any other number. Very bright, full of ideas. Need to use talents and self expression or they become very moody and depressive, can be very jealous.
Life path 4 - A life of hard work and effort but they do provide for their family. Great at organizing and making things work. Must apply themselves to work and detail and not put off doing things and avoid letting arguments get out of hand.
Life path 5 - A very varied and changeable life, they need freedom to achieve success. A life of travel, change and opportunity on all levels. Can mis-use their freedom or be lazy, can indulge in alcohol and or drugs, must avoid thoughtlessness.
Life path 6 - They rise quickly to success and power but often need to make many adjustments in their life. Can be too dominating and try to avoid their responsibilities. They need to remember that perfection rarely exists.
Life path 7 - Interesting and philosophical people who go their own way, seeking a peaceful sort of life. old, aloof, distant, sharp tongued, need to be more outgoing.
Life path 8 - A life of money, power and material gain, great potential for financial success. Need to avoid being overly obsessed with money and power.
Life path 9 - Usually World travelers interested in helping other people, very understanding. They need to keep the emotions in balance or relationships will come under pressure.
Life path 11 - Highly intelligent, very intuitive and idealistic but capable of being extremely warm. The challenge is to not be overwhelmed by their gifts. Fears and phobias would be the downside of this number. They may also seem at times indecisive, impractical, nervous, and moody.
Life path 22 - Highly intelligent with a universal outlook, capable of creating large projects that can change the world. Interested in all kind of subjects. They can be overwhelmed by their own potential, and fear of failure, they may at times seem dictatorial, insensitive, and overbearing.
Life path 33 - Prominent talents in caregiving. His or her affection for all the living souls in this world is almost limitless. Because you are so giving you might have a tendency to become a slave to others and neglect your own needs in the process.
How many % in the world has the same life path as me? Life Path 1 - 10% Life Path 2 - 5% Life Path 3 - 10% Life Path 4 - 7% Life Path 5 - 10% Life Path 6 - 10% Life Path 7 - 12% Life Path 8 - 11% Life Path 9 - 10% Life Path 11 - 9% Life Path 22 - 4% Life Path 33 - 2%
This is a book about witches, about bonfires and theatres after closing. This is a book about red leather journals, Irish demons, and how spells have consequences. This is a book about lost things, broken things, hidden things.
This is a story of girls who kiss girls, a story of running under moonlight, a story of summer storms. This is a story of iron and salt, a story of darkness under trees, and winding paths that lead god knows where.
This is a book about Southern skies, stunted twisted trees, sacrificial girls in white dresses, preachers and their captive audience, and towns where brother has turned against brother. This is a story of hangings and drownings and bloodletting, a story of a town who tried to grow closer to god but forgot about the devil.
This is a story about how there is more to life than we know, and how there might just be magic in every crack and fold.
Yes, this is a book about magic. Magic that is all blood, and sacrifice, and consequence. Magic that cares not for your name or who you are, but will burn you up on the way to brighter things.
I like to imagine that Shakespeare had terrible insomnia, because so many of his characters seem to proceed down their horrid paths under the influence of extreme sleep deprivation. I can just see the dude lying there going, “Ugh… So tired, I could just, like, KILL A KING, y'know?… 😏Sayyy, that gives me an idea!” and then he spends like the next three hours in bed with his mind racing with increasingly zany and complex ideas, being like, “oh, and there’s witches!” Or “I think someone should get eaten by a random bear.”
On Monday, Aug. 21, 2017, America will fall under the path of a total solar eclipse. Total solar eclipses occur when the New Moon comes between the Sun and Earth and casts the darkest part of its shadow, the umbra, on Earth.
me @ this total solar eclipse: Wow, I can’t believe Moonsun’s impact. They’re so powerful they did THAT.
Chapter 1: “There’s no shame in not knowing how to dance, lassie.”
Tamlin needs to bury his past and move on. He’s changed, he knows it, but now he’s ready to show his court too. Now more than ever, the Court of Spring needs an heir and they need him to find a wife. What better way to mend ties with his people by inviting eligible bachelorettes to his home? He’s about to find out!
genre/prompts: fluffity fluffer fluff w/waking up reader, wearing each other’s clothes, just a lil bit of suggestiveness and absolutely no plot whatsoever
word count: 1618
summary: In his excitement of seeing you after so long, he forgets to be a little more gentle when it concerns waking you up.
Vernon looked forward to Tuesdays the most.
To others it might be that random meh day in the middle of the week, not exactly Hump Day but at least not a Monday. But his Tuesdays were special, because once practice was over he could spend the rest of the day to himself. Usually he’d be songwriting with the guys in the studio, or finally getting around to reading that Vonnegut novel his mom had been bugging him about.
But this Tuesday was even more special because he could spend the day with his girlfriend. Today’s practice ended early (and by early, meaning really late from Monday night into Tuesday morning) and seven out of the thirteen members knocked out in the middle of the dorm before they could even think about scheduling another practice. A sudden shot of energy ran through his system as he took the trip to your apartment, hardly even bothering to shower or change his clothes.
So, back in one of the earlier books of Dances in Darkness, I mentioned I had taken awhile writing because I was trying to work out all the locations of the Thaigs and Deep Roads relative to the surface. We know that the dwarven empire once spanned almost all of Thedas. Most of it has been lost. Only Orzammar survives.
During the Paragon of Her Kind quest in Dragon Age: Origins, we are given a “map” by whichever person you choose to support, which is ultimately a rough work-up of what their team has discovered so far. We know it’s maybe a little inaccurate. It’s absolutely not even remotely complete, and yet it has a lot of information there for us. The Warden uses it to reach the Anvil of the Void and yay, all is happy.
This is the longest portion of the bloody game, and tedious in parts. You visit a lot of locations, and have to fight your way through some fairly large areas. I have no idea if my timescale is correct for Dances in Darkness, but I use Dagna’s two weeks from Orzammar to the Circle Tower as a guide, so all my times in story come from that generalized figure (I count this as two weeks walking or slow riding). I guess it takes about as long to Redcliffe, and contrary to people saying you can sail to Kinloch Hold from Redcliffe in 2 days (one there, one back) in game, I’m not sure how that’s really possible unless you account for boats being amazing, and Templars not being angry at people sailing directly from Redcliffe to their Tower. I feel like there’s maybe something weird with that.
Ultimately the endeavour to work out the Deep Roads then actually came from a need to get my timescale right. In Dances, they’re on a very limited time schedule to work in, and I needed to know just how limited and if the time constraints set were even possible. So I needed to know how that Deep Roads map relates to the actual Thedas map of Ferelden to compare Dagna’s two weeks measurement (let’s trust her on that; she’s obsessed with the place and would probably know specifics like measurements given she’s a smith’s daughter who loves learning).
Looking at the basic Deep Roads map, we get this:
Now, at first glance, you look at this thinking right, compass rose there in the lower corner, so the Anvil of the Void and Bownammar are west, probably into Orlais, and Cadash Thaig is down south, and Orzammar is there in the north-east corner. Except this is not actually correct. We have several pieces of evidence that point to the fact that this map is not currently correctly angled.
1. This is a mock-up by Bhelen/Harrowmont men trying to find Branka. It was made by dwarves who have never been to the surface and navigate using stone sense (which is probably linked to lyrium and not to an actual magnetic direction). Therefore, there is no reason why dwarves would use north/south/east/west anyway.
2. It deliberately says on the map in the top right corner “to Frostback Mountains”. Since the Frostbacks are an entire mountain range, let’s assume this means to the mountain range itself, and that arrow up there is pointing to the range. The range therefore runs somewhat along the entire top edge of the map.
3. We enter Orzammar from the surface from a door that is facing South. The door leads into the Commons directly across from the Provings. The door into the Deep Roads is actually then off to the right in the level, meaning that the map should be showing the Deep Roads exit/entrance to Orzammar. And it does. If we angle the map again, we find that the map is angled incorrectly.
4. In one of the books (I think Stolen Throne?) Maric and Loghain and Rowan are fighting in the Battle of West HIlls (located up near Highever and Waking Sea and the Storm Coast). This battle goes spectacularly badly. Maric, Loghain, and Rowan only escape the battle by fleeing into the Deep Roads, where they end up somewhere in or around Ortan Thaig. They then travel through the Deep Roads to Gwaren to emerge, by which time everyone thinks Maric is dead, and this is some spectacular resurrection or something. It’s because of this previous journey that the Grey Wardens later try to get King Maric to help them navigate the Deep Roads after Rowan’s death (The Calling, I believe). This is the whole Fiona/Maric and Duncan and the Architect story here. The Architect is doing something sketchy in a Thaig called Kul’Baras, and he later emerges very close to or under Kinloch Hold itself. This information actually gives us locations of not one but three different Thaigs on the map. Kul’Baras is somewhere under Lake Calenhad. Gwaren is under Gwaren. And Ortan Thaig is under West Hills. Only one of these is specifically listed on the map, but we also know where Orzammar is too, so then it just becomes a matter of lining it up.
The result is something like this:
As you can see, by lining up Orzammar, the arrow pointing to the Frostbacks, and Ortan Thaig, some very interesting things happen. Some of those symbols on the original Deep Roads map start to line up in some very interesting places. Gwaren down there was only a smidge off Gwaren itself. And that dog symbol comes up right by Denerim. Large pockets of spaces, which before I had assumed were simply twists and turns, actually appear to be Thaigs themselves. There’s only one big blob of Deep Roads map under Lake Calenhad, so I assume that is Kul’Baras where the Architect first worked. We have some very interesting symbols and roads skimming off in the northern portion of the map. That little tower symbol from the Deep Roads map falls right near Kirkwall in the Vimmark Mountain Range. I don’t know, but that symbol looks suspiciously like this to me:
This, for those who don’t know or don’t recognize it, is the base of Corypheus’s prison from the Deep Roads level. We know it’s connected to the Deep Roads, because Varric’s ancestor got stuck there and died. If ever they were going to mark something on a map it would be the tower underground that you really don’t want to go anywhere near unless you get stuck.
Also interesting is to note the location of the Anvil of the Void, far south in the Korcari Wilds. The chasm where we first meet the Archdemon in DA:O is there too, and happens to run from Ostagar all the way to Denerim. Which, coincidentally is exactly where we happen to see the Archdemon and the horde: Ostagar, the chasm, and Denerim.
Obviously some of this then becomes guesswork. We can tell by some of our map locations which Thaigs are which, or at least the general locations. We know Kal’Hirol lies under Amaranthine, and Cadash Thaig from our maps appears to be west of that under Soldier’s Peak or thereabouts. Take it further and we see parts of the Deep Roads extend even under oceans, which is fully understandable as Cadash Thaig is a flooded mess, and what would stop them digging under the ocean? They’re dwarves. They must have passages under that way to connect to everywhere else in Thedas.
A few educated guesses and some map locations comparisons from Inquisition give us the locations of a few more places, like Valammar (best guess), and Daerwen’s Mouth on the Storm Coast. Since we know the location of Crestwood from the game map, it’s not hard to work out which of the Deep Roads blobs is the old crossroad. And once we do, we get another point as well. Gundaar. The crossroads under Crestwood was created to commemorate a paragon (see codex information for this) and was located directly halfway between Aeducan Thaig and Gundaar. The best guess I have is that dog symbol near Denerim, and since Gundaar was a fairly large location it makes some sense it would have its own symbol or whatever.
A few other locations are done by a basic search on the Dragon Age wiki for what we know about Thaigs. Two thaigs lie somewhere south of Kal’Hirol: Varen and Kal Barosh. These are best guesses based on where the blobs are in the map and based on that general statement, and are probably the most sketchy of the locations.
That golem symbol…I don’t know what that is. But if I had to venture a guess, my best guess is the location of Amgarrak Thaig where they tried to recreate golem work. Also this is a very sketchy guess. I’ve got nothing further to suggest that’s it.
And the last interesting point of note: there is a path leading under the ocean parallel to the coast alongside Kirkwall. Is this the path towards the Primeval Thaig? Maybe? I don’t know…
Anyway, it took me a bloody long time to do this, and this is the best guess I have. The same map in raw form is actually all of Thedas, but without more Deep Roads maps I cannot expand it as the only other point I know is Kal Repartha located in the Hissing Wastes on the surface. I did take some time to work out the general locations of the Archdemons, and where they struck, but what that tells us is only that with the exception of Urthemiel, and a number of attacks located along the southern edge of Lake Celestine at Montsimmard, it appears that everything south of the Waking Sea has never before experienced Blights, or at least has never experienced the massive attack. In fact, the area that seems to suffer the most is in fact the Silent Plains where Dumat was finally slain.
So I’ll leave it at that for now. Hope you guys enjoy the maps and find the information intriguing. It may all be wrong, but I hope maybe some of it is at least right, cuz I like to think that there’s a bit of the poetic in the way the Blights played out.
So this is my first ever path! It’s a carrera marble path! This would look super cool around statues, fountains, and gardens! :) I’m planning on making terracotta, granite, slate, and limestone paths in the near future!
His voice didn’t shake, but his hand did. I tightened my grip. Our stiff fingers clenched together like boards in a vise. “… to love, honor and protect … for better and for worse …” The words came from far away. The blood was draining from my head. The boned bodice was infernally tight, and though I felt cold, sweat ran down my sides beneath the satin. I hoped I wouldn’t faint.
There was a small stained-glass window set high in the wall at the side of the sanctuary, a crude rendering of John the Baptist in his bearskin. Green and blue shadows flowed over my sleeve, reminding me of the tavern’s public room, and I wished fervently for a drink.
My turn. I stuttered slightly, to my fury. “I t-take thee, James …” I stiffened my spine. Jamie had got through his half creditably enough; I could try to do as well. “… to have and to hold, from this day forth …” My voice came stronger now.
“ ’Til death us do part.” The words rang out in the quiet chapel with a startling finality. Everything was still, as though in suspended animation. Then the minister asked for the ring.
There was a sudden stir of agitation and I caught a glimpse of Murtagh’s stricken face. I barely registered the fact that someone had forgotten to provide for the ring, when Jamie released my hand long enough to twist a ring from his own finger.
I still wore Frank’s ring on my left hand. The fingers of my right looked frozen, pallid and stiff in a pool of blue light, as the large metal circlet passed over the fourth finger. It hung loose on the digit and would have slid off, had Jamie not folded my fingers around it and enclosed my fist once more in his own.
More mumbling from the priest, and Jamie bent to kiss me. It was clear that he intended only a brief and ceremonial touching of lips, but his mouth was soft and warm and I moved instinctively toward him. I was vaguely conscious of noises, Scottish whoops of enthusiasm and encouragement from the spectators, but really noticed nothing beyond the enfolding warm solidness. Sanctuary.
We drew apart, both a little steadier, and smiled nervously. I saw Dougal draw Jamie’s dirk from its sheath and wondered why. Still looking at me, Jamie held out his right hand, palm up. I gasped as the point of the dirk scored deeply across his wrist, leaving a dark line of welling blood. There was not time to jerk away before my own hand was seized and I felt the burning slice of the blade. Swiftly, Dougal pressed my wrist to Jamie’s and bound the two together with a strip of white linen.
I must have swayed a bit, because Jamie gripped my elbow with his free left hand.
“Bear up, lass,” he urged softly. “It’s not long now. Say the words after me.” It was a short bit of Gaelic, two or three sentences. The words meant nothing to me, but I obediently repeated them after Jamie, stumbling on the slippery vowels. The linen was untied, the wounds blotted clean, and we were married.
There was a general air of relief and exhilaration on the way back down the footpath. It might have been any merry wedding party, albeit a small one, and one composed entirely of men, save the bride.
We were nearly at the bottom when lack of food, the remnants of a hangover, and the general stresses of the day caught up with me. I came to lying on damp leaves, my head in my new husband’s lap. He put down the wet cloth with which he had been wiping my face.
“That bad, was it?” He grinned down at me, but his eyes held an uncertain expression that rather touched me, in spite of everything. I smiled shakily back.
“It’s not you,” I assured him. “It’s just … I don’t think I’ve had anything at all to eat since breakfast yesterday—and rather a lot to drink, I’m afraid.”
His mouth twitched. “So I heard. Well, that I can remedy. I’ve not a lot to offer a wife, as I said, but I do promise I’ll keep ye fed.” He smiled and shyly pushed a stray curl off my face with a forefinger.
I started to sit up and grimaced at a slight burning in one wrist. I had forgotten that last bit of the ceremony. The cut had come open, no doubt as a result of the fall I had taken. I took the cloth from Jamie and wrapped it awkwardly around the wrist.
“I thought it might have been that that made ye faint,” he said, watching. “I should have thought to warn ye about it; I didna realize you weren’t expecting it until I saw your face.”
“What was it, exactly?” I asked, trying to tuck in the ends of the cloth.
“It’s a bit pagan, but it’s customary hereabouts to have a blood vow, along with the regular marriage service. Some priests won’t have it, but I don’t suppose this one was likely to object to anything. He looked almost as scared as I felt,” he said, smiling.
“A blood vow? What do the words mean?”
Jamie took my right hand and gently tucked in the last end of the makeshift bandage.
“It rhymes, more or less, when ye say it in English. It says:
‘Ye are Blood of my Blood, and Bone of my Bone.
I give ye my Body, that we Two might be One.
I give ye my Spirit, ’til our Life shall be Done.’ ”
He shrugged. “About the same as the regular vows, just a bit more … ah, primitive.”
I gazed down at my bound wrist. “Yes, you could say that.”
I glanced about; we were alone on the path, under an aspen tree. The round dead leaves lay on the ground, gleaming in the wet like rusted coins. It was very quiet, save for the occasional splat of water droplets falling from the trees.
“Where are the others? Did they go back to the inn?”
Jamie grimaced. “No. I made them go away so I could tend ye, but they’ll be waitin’ for us just over there.” He gestured with his chin, in the countryman’s manner. “They’re no going to trust us alone ’til everything’s official.”
“Isn’t it?” I said blankly. “We’re married, aren’t we?”
He seemed embarrassed, turning away and elaborately brushing dead leaves from his kilts.
“Mmmphm. Aye, we’re married, right enough. But it’s no legally binding, ye know, until it’s been consummated.” A slow, fierce blush burned its way up from the lacy jabot.
“Mmmphm,” I said. “Let’s go and find something to eat.”