The Iranian Regime is going to execute rapper Toomaj Salehi for supporting protests of Jina Amini’s murder by the regime in his songs.
Iranian activist Elica Le Bon says, “Iranians in the diaspora picked up on the fact that the regime tends not to execute people who become known to the international community. We have seen many examples of prisoners that were either released on bail or had their sentences commuted through our “say their names to save their lives” campaign on social media, using hashtags to garner attention for their causes, and even before social media existed, through getting the stories of political prisoners to international media outlets. Once reported on, and once the eyes shift to the regime and the reality of its pending brutality, realizing that the action is not worth the repercussions, we have seen them back down and not execute. For that reason, this is part of an urgent campaign for readers to talk about Toomaj as much as you can, using the hashtag #FreeToomaj or #ToomajSalehi. Every comment makes a difference, and if we were wrong, what did we lose by trying?”
O' Light-Bearing Serpent
Of the Garden of Eden
Presence of Presence, Rising Sophia-Zoe
Serpent of Return
Daughter riding the Beast
Mother pressing against the Serpent
Spear-Bearing Mistress set over the Seven
Which adorns your finger
O' Christos-Akephalos
Light-Bearing Prophet
Chrism-Bearer, Liberation
Child born of Christosophia
Male and Female, One Singular Light
Who overcame the Skull of Adam Primal
And brought the Eros unto Heaven's Gate
O' Lucifer-Angelos
Intermediary Angel Betwixt Hither and Thither
Whose Crown is the Two Horns
Faustian Luminary, Wisdom-Bringer
Light in Heaven and Hell
Root of the Tree, you are Psychopompos
Branch of the Tree, you are Angelos
Your Name is the Bearing of Light
You Archetypal Name
Granted unto Many
We praise you, Illumining Cross
All Made One in LVX INVICTA
I've heard it said that well constructed humor on a topic is a better sign of understanding than any recited list of trivia.
Witchblr seems like a small community but I'm regularly reminded that there are corners of it that I am not experiencing, which, in turn, seem to have escaped the nonsense emanating from the corner of witchblr that I inhabit.
Whenever one of the regularly occurring discourses starts back up I am generally only seeing the debunking side, typically as I scroll past a series of posts with blocked tags.
I recently saw a post saying that it's weird how little crossover there is between witchblr and wizard RP blogs, and I am still doing the John Travolta looking around in confusion meme. Was OP trapped in the part of witchblr that is all sincerely posted spells and lists of correspondences? Have they somehow avoided exposure to the shitposts of my people?? We're on that hybrid track. We actually do magic but our discussion of it is veiled in hijinks. Come, the veil grows thin!
How the fuck can there be anti vaccine "witches?" If you disagree with binding an invisible malignant entity into a single drop of potion that seals a subject's blood against the full force of that very same entity's curse then you are not and can never be a witch you're just a karen who buys rocks
I've been reading Emily Wilson's translation of The Iliad and I'm about to make it everyone's problem.
Not enough people appreciate that Athena pulls Achilles hair to stop him from attacking Agamemnon. I'd like to think, had they been invented, she would have used a spray bottle.
Also, I know that my illustration of the Athena and Achilles scene is more generically classically inspired, and the Aphrodite and Helen illustration uses Bronze Age aesthetics. They're not meant to exist sequentially, I'm just vibin'.
“Years and years ago, there was a production of The Tempest, out of doors, at an Oxford college on a lawn, which was the stage, and the lawn went back towards the lake in the grounds of the college, and the play began in natural light. But as it developed, and as it became time for Ariel to say his farewell to the world of The Tempest, the evening had started to close in and there was some artificial lighting coming on. And as Ariel uttered his last speech, he turned and he ran across the grass, and he got to the edge of the lake and he just kept running across the top of the water — the producer having thoughtfully provided a kind of walkway an inch beneath the water. And you could see and you could hear the plish, plash as he ran away from you across the top of the lake, until the gloom enveloped him and he disappeared from your view. And as he did so, from the further shore, a firework rocket was ignited, and it went whoosh into the air, and high up there it burst into lots of sparks, and all the sparks went out, and he had gone. When you look up the stage directions, it says, ‘Exit Ariel.’”
— Tom Stoppard, University of Pennsylvania, 1996 (via flameintobeing)
she at once cried out unto him:
“my most compassionate lord, my lord,
at the great loss of my brother lazarus
my heart is broken, help me.”
jesus said to her, “cease your weeping,
cease your grieving and sad lament;
for your brother, my most beloved friend, lazarus,
very soon will live again.”