This moment right here is absolutely INCREDIBLE and just another reason that I love The Walking Dead. Nabila, her character, her spirit, her quiet wisdom, this beautiful queen staying true to herself and her religion after the world has fallen. This image, the representation of this woman wearing a hijab on the biggest show on television is a subtle protest in the face of the hateful, harmful, ugly untruths and rhetoric 45, and his administration have been spreading about the Muslim faith. Representation matters and we all deserve to be represented properly to inspire all who tune into the show. Art is gripping. This creativity is hope in the face of evil and faith in the face of uncertainty, which parallels our struggle for true liberation in this life. Much respect to the TWD for not playing into false fears.
Qilin is a mythical hooved chimerical creature known in Chinese and other East Asian cultures, said to appear with the imminent arrival or passing of a sage or illustrious ruler. It is a good omen thought to occasion prosperity or serenity. It is often depicted with what looks like fire all over its body.
According to legends, it is one of 9 sons of a dragon, which can distinguish between good and evil. It is sometimes included in the list of four noble animals, along with the Chinese dragon, phoenix and tortoise. The mention of this mythical animal goes back to the days of Confucius. Back then, it had a more peaceful appearance. When walking, it did not cause any harm even to insects (like the image of the Lamb in Christian mythology). When stepping on the grass it did not crush it. It fed on magic grasses. It could walk on water and fly. Carved on gravestones, it would protect from evil spirits, as well as accompany the dead to heaven. However, over time it changed its appearance and symbolism - once a symbol of peace and gentleness, it also acquired the features of power and strength.
So, I have the psychic abilities of a very dull rock. I sometimes read about all of these talented people astral traveling, lucid dreaming, dream-walking, spirit-talking…and I’m just sitting there like “MY FACE IS TINGLING IS THAT A GHOST OR A MIGRAINE INCOMING?” It’s always a migraine.
Honestly, nothing is going to work as well as meditation for developing your psychic abilities. But, might as well use everything in your arsenal to help out, right?
“ MY THIRD EYE IS OPEN.”
In order to charge this sigil. I decided to do something a bit more intricate than the usual burning routine.
NOTE: The following steps are completely optional.
1-2 Lemon slices
Draw the sigil on a small piece of paper. Focus on your intent.
Pour the rainwater into your cleansed container
Add some salt
Place the sigil in the rain water, still focusing on your intent.
Add lemon slices and other herbs
DO NOT DRINK THIS GUYS. DO. NOT. DRINK. IT.
Sleep with the container nearby. The water and acidity of the lemon should eventually destroy the sigil. Paired with the herbs, it should be nicely charged.
Results may vary from person to person. Good luck!
A really strong ‘No’ from a cluster of graves when I was asking permission to collect graveyard dirt from their site. It wasn’t a “Go Away” sort of no, more like a “Not Now”. So I chose a different spot a few yards away, and I shit you not, less than 5 minutes later a car drives by and parks right in front of the site I was observing and stays there for a good 5 minutes.
Tons of yellow Black-Eyed Susan’s
This really pretty grave that looked like a tree
A really happy feeling when I invited the spirits to walk with me through the grounds.
Sense of surprise after leaving offerings at old and forgotten graves.
Let’s do this: have Lena date Mon-whatshisface. Then break them up. Then have Kara date Mon-whatshisface. Then break them up. Then, after Kara and Team Supergirl defeat Kuvira and save Republic City, have Lena and Kara walk hand in hand into the Spirit World and oh shit wait a minute–
-An elderly woman was thrilled to discover that she could pay for her purchase using gift cards, but only half as thrilled as I was to help her figure this out.
-A college-aged man with a neck full of beard and a face full of regret purchased Lady Gaga’s new album. I saw a sadness in his eyes, begging me not to comment on it. I obliged, but I respect him nonetheless.
-A seventeen month-old girl began to blow kisses to me in the single most adorable act I have ever borne witness to. Her dad was so proud. I then inadvertently taught her how to stick her tongue out. Her father was much less pleased with me.
-”Is it just the one bag?” asked the woman, after purchasing one single item.
-I witnessed a nine year-old girl spasmodically dabbing as she walked down the aisle, seemingly possessed by the most hip and trendy spirit in the store.
-The lane next to mine: a line begging to circle around the end of the aisle, a distraught cashier trying their best, anxious and impatient guests galore. My lane: completely empty, clearly open, light on, wondering why I receive so little attention today.
-An infant proved to be one of the most genuinely talented yodelers I have ever heard. This is a lot, coming from me, as I have heard one other person yodel once in my life.
-A mother was visibly stressed by her total of $72.27. Her young son consoled her, telling her that since the cent amount was the dollar amount backwards, it basically cancelled out and the price was okay. This is logic I can truly support and apply to my life.
-A young boy asked where his toy was. I told him it was in the bag. He threw his arms up in the air joyfully and shouted, “Oh! I’m just stupid!” I met the most relatable little tyke in the world.
-A two year-old from the next lane wandered over to the four and seven year-olds in my lane. He offered them a small bottle of hand sanitizer and quickly was adopted into the family. This was a level of bonding I have never seen before, and I only wish that I could make friends this easily.
-An older woman purchased a $150 Target gift card, only to return shortly after, angry that the card could not be used at a restaurant nearby. I informed her that was because it was a Target gift card, as she had asked for during her purchase. She went on to purchase a Visa gift card, only to have her debit card declined thrice over. She blamed me personally for the first two, demanding to know what I was doing. After the third failed transaction, she accused me of having compromised her information and sent it to the internet. I assured her this was not the case. She paid with cash and left with her gift card in her hand and her cashier flattered by what she thought him capable of.
some philistine: Maul can’t become a Force-ghost because he was a Sith
me: b i t c h, Maul was a child of Dathomir, born of the fucking matriarch of death-cheating witches, favored son of the Great Mother who walked in the spirit realm and found numerous ways to extend her own life and the lives of her children, not to mention provided her clan with powerful magics to resurrect the dead and, oh yeah, preserve their spirits after death, so dont fucking tell me that Maul can’t become a Force-ghost, no, dont even start, lest we forget that he was also a student of Darth Sidious, student of Darth Palgueis, both of whom also specialized in cheating death, and furthermore,
“It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men’s hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air, that emanation from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit.” — Robert Louis Stevenson