veil of mystery

You: Sirius Black, isn’t he the one dead one?

Me, an intellectual: *sobbing through the flood of snot as I desperately wipe away the torrent of tears cascading down my face* NO *sniffing* HE’S *crying* FUCKING *collapsing into a puddle on the floor* NOT!!!!!!

“Almost nothing earth-shattering can be said about what little we know of Demri Parrott (born 2/22/68), except that she was practically worshiped by her fiancé, Layne Staley.

There is no memorial to this woman, no lasting legacy that rival’s fellow rock-star girlfriend Courtney Love’s, no one even knows who she is. She was a woman veiled in mystery and poetic silence, and yet she succeeded in breaking the spirit of one of the most talented singers of the 20th century.” 

The 9 Veils of Human Thought

There are over 7 billion people on the planet. Most of them live and die without having seriously contemplated anything other than what it takes to keep their lives together.

All human endeavors are a filtration process. It can be said that less than 1% of the world’s 7 billion humans ever pierce all nine veils, and it would appear that even this small minority is ever-shrinking.  

The first veil: Few of us will pierce the first veil and find the world of politics. We will vote, become active and develop an opinion. Our opinions will be shaped by the physical world around us; we will have been “conditioned” from our days in public education to accept that government officials, network media personalities and other “experts” are the primary voices of authority.

The second veil: The second veil, we will find reason to explore the world of history, the relationship between man and government.

The third veil:  Eventually, we pierce the third veil to conclusively find that the resources of the world, including people, are controlled by wealthy and powerful families whose incorporated old world assets have, with modern extortion strategies, become the foundation upon which the entire world’s economy is currently indebted.

The fourth veil: Then they pierce the fourth veil to discover the Illuminati, Freemasonry, and the other secret societies. These societies use symbols and perform ceremonies that perpetuate the generational transfers of arcane knowledge that is used to keep the ordinary people in political, economic and spiritual bondage.

The fifth veil:  The fifth veil we learn that the secret societies are advanced technologically that boundaries and controlling the very thoughts and actions of people is what their members do by a multitude of outlets that affect us daily.

The sixth veil: Ten percent will progress to pierce the sixth veil where we learn the creatures and esoteric knowledge we thought were the fictional creations of childhood literature are indeed a reality. The actual controlling forces behind the secret societies uncovered in the fourth veil are what is being used against humanity.

The seventh veil:  The creative force of the entire universe will be shown to be linked to numerical code formulas and sequences, and all “mysteries” including the very fabric of time, space, parallel universes, and access therein is unlocked.  Those whose intellects allow them to pierce the seventh veil often succumb to the lure and promise of massive wealth offered by the ruling elite, and thus over ninety percent of the people in this group will live and die without piercing the eighth veil.

The eighth veil: Piercing the eighth veil reveals truth and the innate ability of intuition.  Deep-seated Humility is needed in order to ever pierce this veil.

The ninth veil: The final veil is what we have experienced in dreams and heard as tales from monks. The mastery and understanding of the our world and the functions of metaphysical law. The unlocked potential of intuition and energy.    


You are neither your mantras nor your names, You are neither the prayer nor the invocation.
Afterall, how can You be confined to forms when You are Beyond form and existence ?
Forms are but keys to Your eternal mystery ,
But where can one seek those treasures apart from the unknown?
Oh Veiled One !
Your presence lurks in the timeless domains of nonexistence.
Lift this screen of ignorance,
Grant a simple vision of your countenance.


Rashaida Tribe Woman Near Massawa, Eritrea by Eric Lafforgue Photography
Via Flickr:
The Rashaida tribe came to Eritrea from Saudi Arabia about 200 years ago, they live in the desert along the coastline of the Red Sea, are muslim, and their homeland extends from Massawa, Eritrea, to Port Sudan, Sudan; they are nomadic, the men are excellent camel traders and some even go to Emirates to take care of the rich people’s animals; Rashaida women always wear veils to cover their nose and their mouth, but not the hair, Rashaida live in isolated communities, preferring not to live with people of other tribes.

@ ethiopia-and-eritrea Agree with your note and made the needed changes from Eric Lafforgue comment. Thanks for pointing it out.

behind the veil

The whole Department of Mysteries fight as seen by Lily and James

James: WHY? Why doesn’t he use the damned mirror? He’s gonna get himself killed. Why did you have to be so much like me Harry? Why didn’t you get your mother’s brains, huh? MERLIN HELP ME

Lily: Snape alerted the Order, calm down a little.

James: WHAT? How? Why on earth should I calm down when he’S GOING TO DIE?

Lily: James you’re overreacting, he’s not going to die.

James: No, you’re underreacting

*folds his arms and sits down as Lily ignores him”

the whole fight breaks out, Order hasn’t arrived yet.

Lily: oh my god he’S GOING TO DIE.

James: i don’t think so but you gotta admit that was a bold move there, that’s my boy.


James: *raises an eyebrow* now look who’s the one overreacting

Lily: James Potter if you don’t shut up so help me god I will murder you

James: that threat won’t work here Evans in case you haven’t noti– look! it’s the order. About fucking time. 

*they continue to watch a little bit more relaxed but still on the edge, James now and then shouts directions at Order members resulting in Lily’s “get a grip of yourself” looks*

James: Look Lily, Harry and Padfoot are duelling together.

Lily: They look just like you and Sirius. You know you were one hell of a dueller, I’m glad he took that from you.

James: *grins* Thanks, love. We somehow always knew what the other o- NO LOOK OUT PADFOOT

*James falls down to his knees as his best friend falls through the veil leaving Remus and Harry behind.* 

Sirius’s body falls right next to James, the first thing he sees is James.

Sirius: Harry? What’s wrong? Are you– *Sirius chokes on his words as hazel eyes instead of greens meet his*

James: Padfoot I’m sorry mate, I’m very sorry. It was Bellatrix, she was the one who–

Lily: James he’s going after her. *both of them jump up* Really, why does he have to be so much like you?

James: Why do you say it like it’s an insult Lils?

Sirius: He’s the perfect combination of both of you, don’t worry. You’re really lucky he’s got Prongs’ hair though. Missed me, Evans?

Lily: You can’t imagine Sirius, but can we catch up after this? Is that blooDY VOLDEMORT? I just.. I can’t look anymore.

*few moments later*

Lily: Thank goodness, Dumbledore came. He’s going to be okay, I sometimes can’t believe the luck this child has.

*A few hours pass as they talk to each other, James and Sirius get caught up discussing the amazing fight Dumbledore just put up. 

Then Sirius breaks down as he watches Harry try to find a way to communicate with him. He takes the mirror out of his pocket, but there’s nothing. Given that Lily never saw the majestic Sirius Black cry before, she panics a little and tries to change the subject*

Lily: Come here. *bone-crushing hug ensues* That was for 12 years you spent in Azkaban and everything you’ve done for Harry, I wish I had more to give you but that’s all I have. 

Sirius: *looks down* That was more than enough.

*Lily shoots a knowing stare at James*

James: You still don’t think this was your fault, do you Padfoot?

Sirius: *mumbles*

Lily: Oh for the love of GOD, I’m starting to believe the only person who doesn’t blame himself for all this mess is the rat. This is the end of this matter until Remus arrives, which won’t be anytime soon, because I’m sure he has his reasons to blame himself and I’ll deal with that when the time comes. Now, since Harry is safe and sound please tell us more about him, I need some happiness for once, this place is as depressing as it is.

*they sit and talk forever about Harry and his friends, being Padfoot and Prongs and having fun like they used to. After all, Harry was safe, he was broken but safe.*

I love the fact that the Wizarding World still has concepts they don’t understand, and they are the same concepts that we can’t explain. The Department of Mysteries contains a room full of hour glasses where they are obviously studying time. A room with a mysterious veil from which can be heard the whispers of the dead. Nobody can explain what happens after death. A room full of brains. Thought is a funny thing, isn’t it? A room full of planets in outer space. Sure we have astronomy but we are nowhere close to unraveling the mysteries of the universe. And do you know the most mysterious force? The power of love that literally saved Harry’s life yet again.

I think the best case that Rowling made for her canon pairings was the scene where they first encounter the Veil in the Department of Mysteries.

Harry is immediately drawn to it, of course, hearing the call of the dead. Hermione, who has repeatedly been able to resist the charm of mysticism and grounds herself in logic and rationality, insists that she can’t hear anything and that there isn’t anyone there (both of them are right, of course, in a way).

But here’s the trick: Ron doesn’t seem impacted either. He just says “I’m right here, mate.” And is able to help Hermione get their friends away. (And it isn’t the first time. Ron also demonstrated immunity to the charm of psychological magic as early as their first year when he recognized the Mirror of Erised as a dangerous influence.)

But Ginny is a different story. In front of the Veil Harry, Neville, and Luna all stand entranced. None of them is a surprise, they have all had to deal with death and lost people too soon, so one can argue it’s their loved ones they are hearing. But Ginny is also captivated and needs to be dragged away.

Why her? Well, her susceptibility to the mystic has been long established. She opens her mind and becomes possessed by Riddle in her first year. She recognizes the danger of the music box’s noise and is the one to slam it shut. It’s not a weakness, but rather a way of thinking and feeling the world and one that she has learned how to balance and control (arguably better than Harry).

So the lines become clearly drawn. Ron and Hermione, despite their differences, are both grounded in realism. Harry and Ginny are more open to the unseen, almost spiritual quality of magic and the possibilities of things beyond this world. 

In one subtle scene, Rowling proves that the best indicator of a good match is not necessarily in the obvious, outward show, but rather in the subtleties of how our minds work, how we see the world, and how compatible those mechanisms are.

We never got to meet Hardison’s Nana and that should be changed.

So everyone else on the team had people from their past showing up.

In Archie we met the person who introduced and trained Parker for a life of crawling through tight spaces, gymnasticing (know that’s not a word, don’t care) through moving laser traps and rappelling down extremely tall buildings.

With Eliot there was his first love Aimee. There was Moreau. And there was Vance.

From Nate’s past we got to see his ex wife Maggie, his ex-best friend/kinda frenemy Sterling, his childhood best friend Father Paul and his dad Jimmy Ford.

Even Sophie, whose past and identity will forever be veiled in mystery got like four. Marcus Starke from The Two Live Crew Job, who she worked with at some point. Tara, who owed her an apparently pretty big favor. That Russian hockey player who helped her steal the Stanley Cup. And auntie Countess of Kensington.

And I don’t think we ever got even one person from Hardison’s past.

What I’m trying to say here is that we need a Leverage movie and it should be about Alec’s Nana and how the trio pulls Sophie and Nate out of their “retirement” to help bring justice to whoever it was that did her wrong. 

But it should also include embarrassing baby pictures, a bunch of Hardison’s foster siblings, and at least one scene that showcases both where Hardison got his good heart and his fierceness from.



Now according to legend, Slytherin had built a hidden chamber in this castle, known as the Chamber of Secrets. Though shortly before departing, he sealed it until that time when his own true heir returned to the school. The heir alone would be able to open the chamber and unleash the horror within, and by so doing, purge the school of all those who, in Slytherin’s view, were unworthy to study magic. 

A Devotional Prayer to Loki

Flame-hair, your soul burning into the night,

Throwing caution to the wind

And casting the die of fate,

Teach me your fearlessness.

Lie-smith, your sharp words like daggers,

Cutting through illusions to the bone

And revealing the reality we refuse to see,

Teach me your clarity.

Silver-tongue, whispering carefully veiled truths,

Sowing shrouded mystery in your wake,

And leading only the clever onward,

Teach me your secrecy.

Gift-Bringer, recognizing all the overlooked,

Giving rightly earned reward where it’s due,

And in turn, blame as well,

Teach me your justice.

Scar-lip, ending silence in the face of injustice,

Grinning down at the outcasts

And rallying your voice with theirs,

Teach me your anger.

Pain-holder, accepting your punishment,

Embracing the consequences of your deeds,

And taking the fall of those who are weaker,

Teach me your resilience.

World-breaker, harbinger of chaos,

Spitting fire upon the stagnant

And carving the spear of change,

Teach me your courage.

Cruel-striker, slanderer of the gods,

Burning the inefficient and stale,

Revealing potential in the ashes,

Teach me your insight.

Sly-walker, throwing your mischievous grin about

And casting laughter into the darkness

Where before there was only despair,

Teach me your joy.

Shape-changer, manipulator of all walks of life,

Confidently adapting to every situation,

Commanding the strength of any form,

Teach me your cunning.

Hearth-fire, warmth of my heart,

Your arms a sanctuary where none is found

Light and life of the home I can always return to,

Teach me your nurturing.

Sky-treader, ever true to your wild heart,

Letting none even try to contain your spirit

As free as the sky itself,

Teach me your passion.

Hail Loki,

And thank you, my God

For everything you bring to my life.

I love you so.

- by @klawl


One more recolor for the weekend.  This is the Dream Ruffles curtain in my extended Peach’s Basics palette.  43 Swatches total.

I’ve also updated my Veil of Mystery recolor, so check that out if you haven’t.  Re-download and replace the file if it is already in your game.

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