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reluctantjoe · 3 months

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Interview – A Midsummer Night’s Dream director Eleanor Rhode talks technology and Wonka star Mathew Baynton

Aiming to take the chill off this winter is the RSC’s new production of A Midsummer Night’s Dream. Ahead of the opening this week, director Eleanor Rhode spoke to Gill Oliver about her take on the Dream and what it’s like working with Wonka star Mathew Baynton.

TECHNOLOGY combined with centuries-old stage illusions are making one of the Bard’s most captivating comedies even more magical.

The RSC’s production of A Midsummer Night’s Dream, which opened on Tuesday for an eight-week run, features Ghosts and Wonka star Mathew Baynton as Bottom.

Fresh from his roles as a murderous doctor in the Agatha Christie TV series Murder Is Easy, and an evil chocolatier in hit movie Wonka, Baynton has long been a hero to parents and kids everywhere thanks to his leading role in five series of hugely successful kids’ comedy TV sketch show Horrible Histories and later, its spin-off ‘Bill’, a panto-style take on Shakespeare’s early life.

Also in the cast are Nicholas Armfield as Demetrius, Sirine Saba as Titania and Rosie Sheehy as Puck.

The equally prestigious creative team line-up includes composer Will Gregory (one half of electronic music duo Goldfrapp), set designer Lucy Osborne and illusion direction and designer John Bulleid, feted for his work on Harry Potter and the Cursed Child and the RSC’s The Magician’s Elephant.

Weaving all these star-studded strands together is director Eleanor Rhode, who describes Baynton as “an absolute genius” and the whole cast as “amazing”.

Ms Rhode made her directorial debut for the RSC in 2019 with a radical re-telling of King John – a production that was cut short due to Covid.

Now back to take on Midsummer’s Night Dream she’s happy to be back in Stratford.

“The company is wonderful, and everyone is working together brilliantly so it’s very exciting to be back up here - it’s a lovely place to work," she said.

She brings a fresh and confident vision to Shakespeare’s popular tale of four young lovers who, faced with the prospect of unhappy marriage flee the court of Athens and stumble into an enchanted forest.

Nearby, a group of amateur actors rehearse a play to celebrate an upcoming royal wedding and when the mortals cross paths with a warring fairy King and Queen, chaos erupts as the real and fairy worlds collide.

Ms Rhode explained: “The thing that’s always interested me more than a literal forest is leaning into the dream of a Midsummer’s Night Dream, so this is very much a dream space.

“The most exciting thing is finding that crossover between contemporary technology and stage illusions and stage tricks that are hundreds of years old, so expect to see a lot of those things combined.”

By the RSC’s standards the production is a short run but there are upsides to this.

“It means some of the people who would love to come and work up here but can’t commit to a year away from the other projects they’re doing, can come, have a really lovely time and be up here for 10-weeks - we wouldn’t necessarily be able to get them for longer, so that’s enormously gratifying,” she pointed out.

After this run, Ms Rhode, who has a decade's experience of directing, will spend time in developmental workshops before overseeing her second audio play for release on Audible.

She enjoys working in other mediums such as audio, and is excited by the potential that comes with the “pollination of ideas between lots of different disciplines”.

But unlike the RSC, the theatre industry overall tends to be extremely traditional and not geared-up for sweeping change.

She explained: “In terms of creating experiences which are live but also digital at the same time and which have a really broad reach in terms of the audiences, you’re engaging with people who aren’t traditional theatre goers and really broadening the scope of what live story telling can be.

“There’s a whole heap of possibilities and the lovely thing is that a lot of the technology is already there - the technology isn’t the thing - it’s actually the ability to craft brilliant storytelling entwined with the technology that’s sometimes quite scary.”

As for this production of Midsummer Night’s Dream, no one should worry about technology or stage illusions over-shadowing or interfering with the intimacy of live performance.

“You shouldn’t notice the technology and it shouldn’t feel like a standalone thing, in the same way that stage illusions shouldn’t – everything is entwined with the story,” she said.

“My hope is that it’s something the audience don’t really think about, they just enjoy it.”

She added: “This production is already looking beautiful but it should also be very surprising and, hopefully, keep the audience on their toes with all the amazing magic that’s going on in the show.

“Regardless of that, strip away all the technological and magical surprises and the play is the thing.

“It’s a brilliant show with brilliant actors in it - that’s the key thing."

#stratford herald #eleanor rhode #mathew baynton #mat baynton #a midsummer night's dream #a midsummer nights dream #midsummer night's dream #amnd #rsc #royal shakespeare company #was debating putting his name in the tags but he got a mention in the title and in the interview so #also #did the interviewer not do their research? “murderous doctor”?? i think they've gotten a little bit confused #anyway a lovely read and i had to pay for this loool. getting rid of this free month trial asap #rj: interview #rj: a midsummer night's dream #rj: 2024

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inferusrf · 8 months

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Kiana(Ghost): Throw the bench. NE!Sirin: What- Why?!? Kiana(Ghost): Just do it! Bench gets obliterated by HoT

HoT: ... Kiana(Ghost): I really thought it would work this time. NE!Sirin(Exasperated): WHAT DO YOU MEAN "THIS TIME"?

#finality is a beginning #fanfic memes #incorrect quotes

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blorbo-adoption-poll · 4 months

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Here are all of the preliminary brackets, I will post 2 a day each lasting 24 hours. 2 characters will move on from each. Vote for the most adoptable!

All matchups were determined randomly

Rui Ayaki (Demon Slayer)

Mizuki Okiura (AI: the Somnium Files)

Hod (Lobotomy Corporation/ Library Of Ruina)

Kenzie Martin (Parahumans)

Martin Blackwood (The Magnus Archives)

Shane (Stardew Valley)

Cove Holden (Our Life: Beginnings & Always)

fred jones (scooby doo mystery incorporated)

Kristen Applebees (Dimension 20: Fantasy High)

Sirin (Honkai Impact 3rd)

Candace Flynn (Phineas and Ferb)

Elphaba Thropp (Wicked)

Suletta Mercury (Gundam)

Nahida (genshin inpact)

Shijima Tsukishima (Shimeji Simulation)

Sasuke Uchiha (Naruto)

Zhang Chengling (Word of Honor)

Waluigi (super Mario)

Gregg Lee (night in the woods)

Charger (Voidpets)

Chesed (Lobotomy Corporation/Library Of Ruina)

The girl (fear and hunger)

Mika (Genshin Impact)

victorian child (the “This would kill a Victorian child” meme)

Edward Elric (Fullmetal Alchemist)

Shilo Bathroy (Just Roll With It)

Sakura Kinomoto (Cardcaptor Sakura)

Riven (Winx Club)

Gideon Nav (The Locked Tomb)

Oscar Pine (RWBY)

10:

Lillie (Pokémon)

Furina de Fontaine (Genshin Impact)

Mafuyu Asahina (Project SEKAI)

11:

Chazz Princeton (Yu-Gi-Oh! GX)

Ciel Phantomhive (Black Butler)

Killua Zoldyck (Hunter x Hunter)

12:

Kakashi Hatake (Naruto)

Qiqi (genshin impact)

Venus (solarballs)

Bernadetta von Varley (Fire Emblem)

13:

Gin Ibushi (Your Turn To Die)

Isaac Moriah (The Binding of Isaac)

Luke (Obey Me)

14:

Eunyung Baek (No Home)

Blackmore (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure)

Angela (Lobotomy Corporation/ Library Of Ruina)

Wanderer (Genshin Impact)

15:

Child Emperor (One Punch Man)

Adrien Agreste (Miraculous Ladybug)

Zuko (Avatar the Last Airbender)

16:

Emil Sinclair (Limbus Company)

Mami Tomoe (madoka magica)

Rio Ranger (Your Turn To Die)

Shun Kazami (Bakugan)

17:

Kokichi Oma (Daganronpa V3)

Hitori "Bocchi" Gotou (Bocchi the Rock!)

Cody Hackins (Ace Attorney)

18:

Liir Thropp (Wicked (Novel))

Lucy Heartfilia (Fairy Tail)

Sayo (I Need To Suck Blood Tonight)

19:

Hunter (The Owl House)

Vivi Ornitier (Final Fantasy IX)

molly blyndeff (Epithet erased)

20:

Essek Thelyss (critical role)

Kyoka Eden (Scarlet Nexus)

Luke Skywalker (Star Wars)

21:

Sachi Shinozaki (Corpse Party: Blood Drive)

Kai Satou (Your Turn To Die)

Ortho Shroud (twisted wonderland)

Kenji (Ghost Hunt)

22:

Gyutaro (Demon Slayer)

Natsuki Subaru (Re: Zero)

Tony Tony Chopper (One Piece)

23:

Mashirao Ojiro (My Hero Academia)

Gebura (Lobotomy Corporation/Library Of Ruina)

Syaoran Li (Cardcaptor Sakura)

Caspar von Bergliez (Fire Emblem)

24:

Shoto Todoroki (My Hero Academia)

Kasane Randall (Scarlet Nexus)

Shin-Ah (Yona of the Dawn)

25:

The Being (The Dragon Prince)

hal 9000 (2001 a space odyssey)

“Tails” miles prower (Sonic)

26:

Marianne von Edmund (Fire Emblem)

Rob (the amazing world of Gumball)

The Collector (the owl house)

27:

Falst (Aurora Webcomic)

Mai Chang (Fullmetal Alchemist)

Hypnos (Hades)

Netzach (Lobotomy Corporation/Library Of Ruina)

#tournament poll #poll update #poll announcement #adoption poll

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dekusheroacademia · 1 year

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BNHA Drama CD list + translations

Here is a list of all the Drama cds around and translations.

Enormous credit to @meroko26us and their post/masterlist on drama cd. Basically they put together an amazing masterlist, and most of the links for season 1, manga and season 2 drama cds come from there.

Manga Drama cds

Manga Volume 7, Special Edition: "Sweep! Community Cleaning!" - 2016 February 3

Audio https://soundcloud.com/namanari/sets/boku-no-hero-academia-drama-cd/s-2Zi81

Translation https://hikikomori-sama.tumblr.com/post/145680002912

Anime: Season 1 Drama cd

Audio 1 to 5: https://sirin-bird.tumblr.com/post/154929319432/so-i-dont-know-whether-all-of-the-bnha-cd-dramas

Volume 1: "Tsu is Here" / "The rainy season has come!" - 2016 June Translation: http://shonengamez.com/2016/06/29/my-hero-academia-blu-ray-dvd-vol-1-3ds-qr-code-and-drama-cd-translation/

Volume 2: "The Opening of the Pool Has Come!" - 2016 July Summary: https://lovemeteorstrike.tumblr.com/post/157316704545/bnha-drama-cd-track-2

Volume 3: "The Fair Has Come!" - 2016 August Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?app=desktop&v=ggS9rXS_1ys

Volume 4: "A Ghost Has Come!" - 2016 September Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=13g4-Y318VE&list=PL5s3RtQGAA0bGJ2o6Fm3_4_BCqjdFxIXT&index=4

Volume 5: "Birthday Has Come!" - 2016 October Translation: https://zrllosyn.tumblr.com/post/165252784745/bnha-drama-cd-5

Anime: Season 2 Drama cd

Volume 1: "Preparation for the Sports Festival!" - 2017 July Translation: https://hikikomori-sama.tumblr.com/post/164932620832

Volume 2: "Group A vs. Group B Recreation" - 2017 August Audio: https://sirin-bird.tumblr.com/post/164867026412/the-second-cd-drama-recreation-class-a-vs-class

Volume 3: "Find! Scout Candidates!" - 2017 September Volume 4: "Isn't the Teacher Incredible?" - 2017 October Volume 5: "Message Game" - 2017 November Volume 6: "Long Night" - 2017 December Volume 7: "Now it's the time to study for exams" - 2018 January Volume 8: "Assassin from the Union" - 2018 February Translation: https://aitaikimochi.tumblr.com/post/170933779611

Anime: Season 3 Drama cd

General summary: https://twitter.com/aitaikimochi/status/1095608837216776192 Another summary: https://aitaikimochi.tumblr.com/post/174045775841

Season 3, Volume 1: "Mini Voice Drama 1" - 2018 July 18 Translation: https://aitaikimochi.tumblr.com/post/176045839256

Season 3, Volume 2: "Mini Voice Drama 2" - 2018 August 15

Season 3, Volume 3: "Mini Voice Drama 3" - 2018 September 19 Translation: https://bnha-distractions.tumblr.com/post/178282680846/aitaikimochi-heres-the-translation-for-the

Season 3, Volume 4: "Mini Voice Drama 4" - 2018 October 17 Translation: https://blithefool.tumblr.com/post/179145688441/aitaikimochi-the-boku-no-hero-academia-season-3

Season 3, Volume 5: "Mini Voice Drama 5" - 2018 November 14

Season 3, Volume 6: "Mini Voice Drama 6" - 2018 December 19 Translation: https://kiribakubutcanon.tumblr.com/post/181986893404/aitaikimochi-the-boku-no-hero-academia-season-3

Season 3, Volume 7: "Mini Voice Drama 7" - 2019 January 16

Season 3, Volume 8: "Mini Voice Drama 8" - 2019 February 13

Anime: Season 4 Drama cd

Season 4, Volume 1: "Go over! Unannounced humor check" - 2020 January 22

Season 4, Volume 2: "Daily audition of Fat Gum Office" - 2020 February 19

Season 4, Volume 3: "Shishikura-senpai's lost item" - 2020 March 18

Season 4, Volume 4: "The flame roasted meat magistrate" - 2020 April 15

Season 4, Volume 5: "UA Academy Dance Audition" - 2020 May 20

Season 4, Volume 6: "Fear! Midnight Music Room" - 2020 August 19 Summary: https://twitter.com/aitaikimochi/status/1268775942949724160?ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw%7Ctwcamp%5Etweetembed%7Ctwterm%5E1268775942949724160%7Ctwgr%5E%7Ctwcon%5Es1_&ref_url=https%3A%2F%2Fcomicbook.com%2Fanime%2Fnews%2Fmy-hero-academia-jirou-kaminari-ship-romance-short-story%2F

Anime: Season 5 Drama cd

Season 5, Volume 4: "No, it's emo" - 2022 January 19 Translation: https://twitter.com/h_erodeku/status/1484952306353426438 Video: https://twitter.com/h_erodeku/status/1485019665839624194

#drama cd #my hero academia #bnha drama cd #info #download

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phanficlovep5 · 6 months

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Down River

Author Name: feriket

Rating: T

Words: 11,337

CW/TW (Remember to Read the Tags Before Reading!): Major Character Death

Rating: 14/10 Great Halloween vibes!

Two Sentence Summary: Akechi's ghost is bound to a doll Akira carries with him. At last they meet the man responsible for his death.

I fell in love with the supernatural, fairytale style of this fic! The switching between the past and the present works wonders, I was hooked the entire time. The story is spooky, heartwarming, bittersweet and chilling all at once, the bond between Akira and Goro feels very special and unique in both life and death. I couldn’t help but cheer them on as they sought out their revenge, this fic sold me on the witch Akira idea. Oh, and the setting and the worldbuilding itself for this AU was great! Left me craving to learn even more. Gonna be rereading this fic again for sure!!

Submitted and approved by: Sirin

#persona 5 fanfic #feriket #shuake #rated T #Major Character Death #mod Sirin #persona 5 #fanfic review #p5phanficpositivity

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vulpixelates · 1 year

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oijfaowife d&d is such a game. we have a strixhaven game on the back burner that we haven't touched since last year but are planning to pick up again, the cast of which includes a bird lady (harpy), a ghost gnome, a sirine stripper & oracle, and an old lady chef who likes to eat people

#oc: orion #campaign: strixhaven #ttrpg rambles

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books-of-the-great-leviathan · 1 year

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Chapter 37- Luca

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The Leviathan's storm shattered, torn apart by a fantail of blue fire.

"Bell!" Luca cried.

He rushed to the gunwale, but even leagues off he knew there was nothing he could do but watch. The storm subsided, the seas smoothed over, and the monster sank- not gone, but wounded, the ocean thick with godsblood, and nothing left at its heart, nothing but black smoke, nothing but a roiling inferno of spellfire.

"No," he said. "Triune, no, no, no-"

The swell hit the warship- the shockwave from the explosion, a churning wall of glowing water that flung the warship further from Lapide's coast. The sea spun on its axis, the sky a whirl of blue sparks and twisting clouds. Luca jolted against the gunwale, but hung on, Sirin crouched at his side, her eyes narrowed as she watched the burning waves. The sails billowed and groaned, and the ship stayed upright, pushed toward the open sea.

The ocean burned like it had in the Leviathan's maelstrom, a torrent of blue fire, the wind thick with smoke and embers the color of a summer sky.

Please, please- Luca scrambled up onto a ratline, hanging on with one hand as he leaned out over the side of the ship as far as he could. He searched the waves, but saw nothing but more flames, more smoke, steam billowing as the spellfire vaporized the surface of the ocean. He glimpsed the firelight glistening off the ridge of the monster's back before it dived, and was gone, too.

Gone, like Isabella.

Not for good. It wasn't dead yet. It would come back.

His breathing tore through him, his arms trembling. He folded against the tarred ropes, then lifted his head again, forcing himself to watch. As he did, silver light fluttered through the smoke. Enzo's ghosts, released? He wasn't sure. He watched the last glimmer of silver light before it was lost in the underlit clouds.

Puppy whined softly, nudging at his foot with its muzzle.

"I...I know," Luca said.

He made himself breathe, made himself climb from the ropes and take the ship's wheel again, hands shaking as he gripped its pegs.

Luca, Sirin signed.

"They just gave their lives to buy us time," he said. "I'm not about to waste it."

The lines creaked as he steered the ship round; the boom swung over his head, the warship responding smoothly under his hands. He scrubbed at his eyes with his forearm as he aimed the bowsprit for the horizon.

Rashavir.

Even now, he felt a thrill at the name. Sunken Rashavir, the ruined city, icelocked and unknown. It was a place few returned from, and none without scars. Countless times he'd lovingly pored over its coordinates, the tangle of currents and sea-ice that surrounded it in labyrinthine pathways, dangerous for even the most seasoned sailor. It lay far north of Lapide, north of the vast Buyani archipelago, past the Ork Roads and at the rim of the Outer Sea, at the arctic edge of the the Great Blue itself.

Isabella would have charts below, maps and equipment, enough to steer him true. Still, this ship was stocked for a short coastal journey, not an expedition north across the open ocean.

"We'll need supplies," he muttered. Sirin stood by the wheel, watching the horizon as they sailed further and further from the last fringes of the stormclouds lingering above. "We'll freeze if we head north like this."

He tallied up the journey as best he could in his head. "We'll need...we'll need explosives...the ice shouldn't be thick this time of year, but...there's unusual wildlife up there, mora morozovye- ice tortoises- who don't much like visitors."

He glanced at Sirin. "Unless-"

I can deal with the wildlife, she signed, her gaze still fixed on the horizon.

"Good." Luca took an unsteady breath. "We can do this." He reached for Puppy and rested his hand on its head, letting the little creature's warmth steady him.

"We can," he said again, and Puppy stared back, its eyes reflecting the daylight.

Luca looked over his shoulder. Already, Lapide had fallen away, the landmass a dark line on the horizon, burning sea obscured by the smoke. Barrier islets dotted the waves, mostly sea-stacks crowned in small cedars and colonies of seabirds; others were little more than sandbars and rock-crags, lonely and desolate.

Silence fell, broken only by the slap of waves against the hull, the creak and groan of the sails, the hish of the bow parting the waves.

Luca watched Lapide recede, watched the burning ocean. He hurt, all of him, down to his guts. He wanted to sink to the deck, to never get back up again, but he couldn't. He couldn't throw away what Isabella had done.

Luca, Sirin signed. I am sorry.

He nodded, his face crumpling.

I am. She reached for him, prising his hands from the wheel. Grief speared his heart. He curved toward her, seeking her, pressing closer. His forehead met hers, her damp curls, her scarred cheek. Her skin was cold, her grip firm. Blue embers danced in the wind, hissing as they touched and charred the deck.

I know how I can end this, she said.

"Sirin-"

I know. Her dark eyes searched his face. She touched the line of his cheek, tracing one of his razor scars to his lower lip. So many things have been lost.

"You won't be another," Luca snarled. "We can do this, Sirin. You and me. Now come on. Enough of this, enough of- of- I won't watch anyone else I love die, do you hear me? I can't-"

He made to pull away from her, but she grabbed his shoulder, turning him back. Her eyes were bright, the air around her tense with power.

"Sirin?" Luca said.

It's you, Luca.

"What?"

It's you, she said, and drew his face to hers.

A lilt of her lips-

The hiss of her breath.

The salt of her mouth on his.

Sirin's fingertips skimmed his throat, finding the soft skin at the corner of his jaw. Her fingers were cold. They stung. Her lips touched his.

A sunburst flare coursed through his nerves. She kissed him, soft, a bare brush of her mouth, and then again. Harder. Inelegant, unpracticed and desperate, crushing her face to his, holding fistfuls of his hair in both hands. Luca moved in; he gripped her face, he pulled her to him, against him, unable to be close enough, unable to kiss her enough. Triune- he thought, somewhere in the focus, the fervor, the pulse of his heart. Not sinking, but drowning.

Warm tears stung his mouth as she pulled away. Sirin was crying, tears streaming down her face as she slid her fingers from his hair. Her palms went flat on his chest, over his pounding heart.

Luca stared at her, breathless, shaking.

"Sirin?" he said.

It's you, she said again. Her fingers slipped down his arms between sentences. It would have been you.

Her hands clamped around his wrists, tight as fetters. She twisted, hauling Luca aloft like he weighed nothing. With one great heave she flung him over the side of the ship, into empty air.

Luca's cry was lost in the wind. He plummeted, an instant of numb weightlessness, and crashed hard into the waves.

The water closed over him. He plunged down- two yards, five- before he felt his body again, before he gathered his senses enough to kick out and claw his way back to the surface. His head broke through and he gasped, treading water, the waves threatening to push him back under again.

The warship wavered ahead of him, dark against the dawn sky. As he watched, shadow erupted from its deck, from Sirin, standing with arms spread: tongues of darkness, twining around sails and lines, snaking across the hull. They transformed the ship into something from a cradle song, a shadow ship, wholly under her command.

It lunged ahead as he kicked out, like he might catch up to it. To her. He glimpsed Puppy by Sirin's side, restrained in a cage of shadow.

Realization seized him, cold and awful. Panic flared through his nerves. He kicked out again, clawing through the water, a wild, graceless thrash.

"Sirin!" he cried. His voice broke over her name. "Sirin, no! Sirin!"

The ship was already far off, racing over the waves.

"Sirin!" Luca yelled again.

But it was too late. The ship was gone, and Sirin was gone with it.

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A wave slapped him hard in the face, nearly swamping him. He'd drown if he stayed out here. Coughing, he searched the ocean for land. Daylight gleamed off pale sand: a beach. One of the small islets, no more than two hundred yards off. Luca cast a last desperate look at the ship, then turned and kicked out for land.

He made it as the morning chill began to burn off. Heat shimmered above the beach as he dragged himself from the surf and staggered upshore.

Luca's boots hung around his neck; salt burned in his eyes. He didn't feel his limbs. He didn't feel much of anything. He lifted his head, squinting past the blinding sunstruck crescent of beach. The island spread before him, no more than a desolate crag of gray-white rock spattered with seabird spoor, a knot of wind-stripped cedars clinging to its upper battlements. Clumps of spiny grass rustled in the breeze, the sound like faraway whispers, lonely and lost.

Another lusher islet was visible to the west, between these shores and Lapide's mainland. Luca didn't think he could swim the distance. He didn't know if he could so much as make the thirty feet between the shore and the scree.

He managed another step before he collapsed. Powdery sand filled his hair and scrunched against his face. He flipped himself onto his back as warm surf rushed around him. Don't drown in an inch of water, Valere, he told himself. Terrible way to go.

Seabirds circled above, wavering in his vision. Luca stared up at them. He couldn't move. He had to move. He'd bake in this heat, and then the birds would descend and begin at his eyes, whether he was dead or not. Wouldn't that be a shame? She does so love my eyes.

He didn't move.

Sirin was gone. Sirin had taken Puppy, and was going to Rashavir. And when she got there, and when the Leviathan came for its counterpart, then, then-

Luca's mouth tasted bitter. The seabirds were getting lower. Maybe they weren't waiting for him to succumb to heatstroke, after all.

Forcing himself onto his hands and knees took a long time, but once he did, he made himself drag up the sand, into the shadow under the rocks. Cool darkness fell over him, and he breathed hard, aching, weary to the core. And hot. And sweaty. Too many bloody clothes. He shucked off his waistcoat and flung it toward the surf.

"Hells with you, Sirin!" he yelled, his voice cracking. His boots followed the waistcoat, one at a time. "Hells with you, and with you, too, Isabella, and you, Acier, you especially- Hells with you, Mother, and Valeria, and all the bloody rest- I hope all the horrors of the deep are sucking on your bones right bloody now-"

He kicked the second boot, trying to get, at the very least, a good arc. Pain shot through his foot.

"Gah! Shit," he said, doubling over. "Shit, shit-"

He stood, panting, hands braced on his knees. His burst of wild fury left him all at once, and he sank to the ground. He slumped over his knees, staring out at the vivid blue ocean, the long fold of the surf, the lambent green places that marked reefs below the waterline.

His foot still hurt. He rubbed his bruised toes and closed his eyes, leaning back against the rocks, trying not to think, trying to concentrate on anything but the pain.

The day sank into noon. No temperate mountain climate, not here. Out here the heat was blistering, even in the shade. Luca found a spring amongst the rocks, a foul-tasting little burble that nevertheless dripped clear from his fingertips, free of salt. Still, by midday his head was spinning, his body drenched in sweat. How long had it been since he'd eaten? Too long.

Stupid, Valere, he told himself.

He retrieved his waistcoat, soaked it in seawater, and tried his best to make it into a crude headscarf to stave off sunstroke. He felt ridiculous. His vision whirled as he shifted- double the seabirds, double the waves. Were those birds getting closer, or was he seeing things? Troubling, if so. He wasn't sure of it, or of anything.

One of the cloud gulls alit on a nearby rock. It cocked its head, sizing him up with one bead-black eye. Luca regarded it.

"I have to find a way," he told it. "You think you can help me with that?"

It quorked, clicking its beak.

"I don't have anything for you. Not even me, not while I'm still breathing. I'm afraid I wouldn't taste too nice, anyhow." Luca's eyes drifted half-shut. "I'm a fool, really. Then and now and always. I love her. Did I tell you that? I love her so much I can barely stand it."

The gull hopped closer.

"What do you want?" Luca said. "I told you. Can't eat me until I'm dead."

It took an experimental snap at Luca's arm. He shooed it away, and it clattered to the skies, rejoining its fellows.

` Luca examined the handprint Sirin had burned into his arm. His throat tightened.

"We could have done it, Sirin," he murmured. "You, and me."

He'd failed her before. Were all his promises to her empty? Lapide had failed her too, it and all the world. What a broken place it must seem to her, and never more than now. It was a thing built on dead empires and stolen children, built on fear and pain, slaves and injustice. Little wonder the broken Leviathan had resurrected a creature of rage.

Sirin had the power to change it, to remake it, to destroy all that stood against her. What god could compete with her own hand given monstrous strength, and damn the consequences? Not even the Leviathan could do that. Not even the Leviathan would. It was as ever balance, never one part eclipsing the other, never one sole state for too long.

Maybe her way was better. Maybe she was right. End all things, end it in darkness. There was no hope for saving it. There was no hope for anything.

To make, to unmake.

To build the world anew.

Luca felt something hard in his pocket as he shifted his weight. He withdrew it. Whaleglass glimmered in the sunlight. He turned it over in his hand: the shard strung on witch-hair that had once marked the entrance to Valeria's tomb. Luca studied the shard, its facets, the many colors rippling in the crystal's depths. There seemed to be stars there, deep inside. He felt a rush of vertigo, as if he were not looking in but down, endlessly down, into some unfathomable abyss.

Luca remembered Sirin's laugh as they'd danced at Nagidanze, the look in her eyes as she watched the Leviathan dissolve into the seas. The strength in her hands as she held onto him, at the end of the world, at the end of everything. He'd never felt closer to home than that moment in the light of the burning Leviathan, that moment when he'd held her and longed for more. He'd never been closer to rest. Not to die with her, but that longing to live.

Whatever Sirin thought, whatever ancient grief drove her, she was wrong about one thing. This world, with its wonders and wilderness, its mercies and its fury, was all of it worth the keeping. It had to end, but it didn't have to die. Luca knew the world was broken, knew it was cursed. He would not be broken with it.

And neither would Sirin.

Luca shivered. The heat of the day had begun its decline, the first cool gust of night breeze skittering over the ocean. He hugged his arms around himself. The light turned liquid with the coming dusk, a melting wash turning the shallows translucent green and gilding the sparse cedars and barren rocks. High above, he made out the ghostly crescent of the Great Moon.

White glinted, somewhere out past the reefs.

Luca squinted. A gull? No, too big. The heat-shimmer made it seem half a dream. Was it real, or was he sun-addled, seeing ghosts, gone mad at last?

No, he realized. It wasn't a dream. It was a sail.

Luca pushed to his feet. "Hey!" He staggered down the beach, waving his arms. "Hey! I'm here! I'm over here!"

It drew closer, edges sharpening, becoming distinct: a sleek gray schooner, twin-masted and flying no flags. He didn't recognize it, but as it cruised past the reefs, close enough for Luca to hear the slap of the waves against its hull, he made out who stood at the bow. She climbed into a dinghy; shouts rang across the water, shouts of his name. He stood, swaying, vision blurred as he watched the dinghy draw near.

Cereza vaulted out, splashing into the shallows, her skirt girded short. Severin Azare followed, his eyes narrowed against the sunlight.

"Luca," Cereza gasped, reaching for him. Luca slumped against her, his legs giving out, his head pounding.

"Cee," he murmured.

"Triune, you're heavy-"

"Get him to the dinghy. He'll be starving, heat-addled." Azare's voice. Luca heard his own pulse sloshing in his ears.

"How did you find me?" he slurred.

"I'll always find you, gull-brain. Come on-"

"She's gone, Cee. Sirin's gone. We have to...we have to..."

"Azare, help me-"

"Easy, Valere. Stay with us."

Too late. The world slipped away, and turned red, then black, as Luca passed out.

***

They revived him with whiskey, with pungent heartsbride that cleared the haze in his head, bringing him back to consciousness on a bunk off the Mistfox's stateroom that Luca suspected was Azare's own. Now he huddled, wrapped in a blanket, before the Witchhunter's desk.

Ziva Lapin had wordlessly pressed a cup of night-drop tea on him, but Luca couldn't drink more than a mouthful.

"She's gone," he said, "for Rashavir. And she took Puppy with her."

Azare and Lapin stared at him across Azare's desk. In the corner Cereza and Alois were whispering. Cereza's eyes were red and puffy, while Alois looked haggard, the lines of his face drawn tight with grief. He'd lost a friend as much as Luca and Cereza had lost a sister.

"The Sunken bloody Ruins?" Lapin said. She stood at Azare's side, her muscular arms folded. "They're just the remains of some ancient city."

"They're more than that. Much more. They're the site of the Leviathan's first death, the place where it spat out the world." Luca shook his head. "What matters is that all magic is stronger there, and that includes hers. I thought we could use it to remake the Great Leviathan, but...she's taken Puppy as a lure. She means to join herself with the monster. She means to take that power, all the power of a destroyer god, and make it hers."

Azare studied him, his expression unreadable. Lapin scoffed. "Why by all Saints would she want to do that?"

"Vengeance," Azare said quietly.

Luca nodded. He'd come to full of aches, and the night-drop tea muted them, but even so the small movement set off fireworks behind his eyes. "I was too bloody focused on finding Valeria to listen, to realize what she was planning-"

"Easy enough to overlook the impending birth of an abomination," Lapin said, her tone dry as dust.

"She's not-" Luca drew an unsteady breath. "I don't think it's her fault. Not entirely. The Sirin I know wants balance, not this. If I had been there, if I had listened, and trusted her-"

"You can't blame yourself," Cereza said.

"No. But I can stop her."

"Stop her?" Cereza said.

"I can help her."

"Luca, she tossed you overboard. We all saw her in An Gholam." She shook her head. "Don't you see? I was wrong to trust her, to urge you to do the same. She was our friend, and she betrayed us. I don't know if-"

"If what? If she can be helped? If she can be saved?" Luca looked from her, to Lapin, to Azare. The Witchhunter stared back, his eyes narrow, his gaze steady and dark. "Damn what you think, all of you. I'm going after her."

"No!" Cereza cried. "I'm not going to stand here and let you go off to die- I can't lose you, Luca, I can't-"

"I don't have time for this. Where's Niive?" Luca stood, and his head spun. He was still sun-drunk, exhausted. That couldn't be helped. He braced himself on the chair until he felt strong enough to stay upright on his own, then pointed toward Azare's cabin. "And can I borrow that coat?"

"You think you can help her?" Azare said.

Luca blinked.

"Do you?" Azare asked.

Luca met his eyes, so like Sirin's. Of course. Azare knew her mercy, too. Luca held the Witchhunter's gaze and faced him fully for the first time, no bars or bonds between them.

"Yes," he said.

Azare lowered his head, coppery hair gleaming in the lamplight. Lapin drew breath to protest; Azare held up his hand and she fell silent. Even Cereza said nothing, though her eyes shone, her hands in fists, both of them clenched over her heart as if in memory of the curse.

"Then you can borrow that coat," Azare told Luca. "I won't stop you."

Outside, Niive stood at the bow, keeping the winds steady around the Mistfox. The sky had melted into sunset, the sun a burning circle half-descended behind the horizon, but the light was strange, slantwise and colorless. A hazy mist turned the choppy waves dark as squid ink.

Cold touched Luca's face, and he flinched, blinking in surprise. Snow filled the air, flurries of dancing white, encrusting the Mistfox's deck, dusting the rigging and sails, already freezing into fantastical patterns across gunwales and railing.

Luca exhaled, his breath visible in the air. He shrugged deeper into the fur lining of his borrowed coat and approached Niive.

"It's changing," she said quietly as he came up behind her.

"Is this the Leviathan's work?"

She nodded. Snowflakes netted her long, black hair, but she seemed to feel no cold. The wind currents shifted around Luca as she drew her hands through the air, a taut flexion of pressure and temperature.

"You've seen it," she said. "The plague of crystal, the storms, the death it leaves behind. It is an arc unfinished. No life grows from death."

She paused. "I know what you're planning, Valere."

"Then you know I have to follow Sirin."

"And when you do, if you find her?"

Luca's throat tightened.

"I have to help her," he said. "Will you take me there?"

Niive was quiet for a time, watching the snow, watching the choppy waves past the Mistfox's bow. Luca saw her age, then, saw it in her eyes, the centuries, the longing like a cry.

"All I knew of my people were songs, stories. Whispers, half-remembered. Scraps and rags, precious nonetheless," she said at last. "My mother, singing me to sleep with lies of glory and lost power. All these long years of wandering solitude I believed so hard in what I thought I was, the identity that was denied me. But you brought me the truth, Valere."

A snarl edged her voice. "I hate you for it. I hate the answers you brought me to all my questions, that my beauty and power was bought with fear. Still, I cannot help but be grateful. I am myself, now. And I am no longer alone."

She turned to him, her golden eyes lucent in the haze of snowfall.

"I'll take you to Rashavir," she said. She sized him up with a flick of her eyes. "It's a long journey, but I should be able to make it with one passenger."

"When do we leave?"

"Now."

Footsteps echoed through the snow. He turned as Cereza hurried toward them. "You're taking him?" she said, her voice low.

"I am," Niive said.

Cereza clenched her teeth, as if fighting back tears. Luca thought she'd argue again, but she didn't.

"Azare gave me this for you," she said. "Take it."

She thrust it toward Luca: a sheathed knife. Its hilt was plain, the deep gray-blue of spellforged steel. Luca tasted acid in his throat, bitter and strange.

"No," he said quietly.

"Luca, take it. Please."

He took it. The cold steel stung his hands.

"What will you do?" he asked her, his voice rough.

"Something mad. It may never work. But I have to try." Cereza glanced back at Azare and Lapin and Alois, standing at the stateroom doors. "We have to try."

"I know you, Cee. I know you can do it."

"I hope so." She squeezed his hands. "And I know...I know-"

She cut off. Her lip trembled.

"Come back," she said, her voice thick with feeling.

Luca said nothing. He couldn't promise her; he couldn't lie to her. He pulled Cereza to him in a tight hug, fast and desperate, and over far too soon.

He pushed the knife deep into his pack and slung it over his shoulder, then faced Niive. Smooth as a gathering wave, she transformed. Her wings filled the sky, her long neck curving back from her keelbone, black feathers ruffled and snow-flecked like caught constellations.

Wind scoured the deck: her winds, called at her command, to bear them fast and steady. She looked down the long hook of her beak at Luca, as if in question.

He nodded and clambered onto her back, winding his hands deep into her feathers, drawing his fur collar around his face. This was cold, but soon he would be much colder. He felt the powerful beat of her heart beneath him, the hiss of her breathing, the hard pressure of the knife against his side.

I'm coming, Sirin.

I'm coming, Leviathan.

Niive lifted her wings and launched into the sky, scattering the snowfall. Luca pressed his face to her warm neck, holding on.

I'm coming.

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" Hakuno-chan, I'm still upset my last dragon girlfriend died. How do I get another? Am I not cute enough? " help sirin.

unprompted, always accepting !! @remunporium ♡

❛ that feeling ... ❜ that emptiness left behind from someone's absence, like a phantom pain of a ghost / a wound —— grief ? longing ? nodding politely, that was all hakuno felt she could do in response to the smaller girl's words; unsure of what relief she could provide for woes that she herself doesn't quite understand.

❛ love is ... too complex to be answered so easily. ❜ hakuno kishinami is not the right person to ask of when it came to this topic either. the way the word had left her lips felt strange — even sounded strange when it came from her voice, and having spoken it outloud, the maiden from the moon felt a curious feeling—— as though she'd just done something she shouldn't. because something like her shouldn't be capable of ‘ love ’ / because ‘ love ’ is mistaken for something like her. an unreadable expression on her face, hakuno remains silent for several seconds, not knowing what to say but wanting to. after a beat, careful words trickle out. ❛ however, i do not believe cuteness would be a relevant factor. ❜

❛ to be loved for such a reason would be no good. ❜ i don't know what love is, but to receive one's affections in that way — to be loved like nothing more than a pretty doll instead of human — that certainly isn't love. her eyes appeared to soften just slightly as her gaze refocuses on sirin ( though unaware of it herself, she'd been looking off distantly for a moment; as if not entirely there ), a flicker of warmth in the soft hues of caramel. i don't know what love is, but ...

i can understand that desire to have it.

i don't want to be alone.

❛ i don't think love is something that can be rushed either, but please don't let that discourage you. when you do find love once more, i hope that it'd be with someone who cherishes you as you are— for who you are. ❜

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❛ though ... if the matter of your cuteness is a legitimate concern of yours, then i can assure you that you are plenty cute, sirin. ❜ naturally, this is accompanied with many pat - pat 's to the smaller girl's head.

#remunporium #&&. message #egad i'm sorry h.akuno's . Weird abt this DGDKSHFKSJFJ #LOVE'S A COMPLEX TOPIC 4 HER R.EMY !!!!!! (did u know that it is Literally mistaken 4 her in canon?)#i am also vv late but ssssh time is a construct TY FOR DA ASKK 🫶🫶#they can both be vaguely emo-ish on v.alentine's 🥹 sgkfhskvhd #q.

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RARE Pra Phuttha Sihing, Chao Khun Nor, Wat Thep Sirin, Nua Pong, Pim Yai. A large-size, a gable-shaped holy powder Buddha amulet with a bas-relief of a meditating Pra Phuttha Sihing seating on a lotus and a 3 tiers platform inside an elaborate arch, in the back is with a “Ma-a-u” cabalistic writings. Made by Mr.A-teuk Sawasdimongkon, the president of Chon Buri Provincial Buddhist Youth Club, Chon Buri Province under the support of the Supreme Patriarch of Thailand (Somdej Pra Sanglaraj Chuan Uṭṭhāyī) for a fundraiser of the establishment of Somdej Pra Buddha Kosachan Chareon Charity Foundation at Wat Khao Phra Phutthabat Bang Sai. Somdej Pra Buddha Kosachan Chareon was an ex-abbot of Wat Khao Phra Phutthabat Bang Sai, and Wat Thep Sirin. Made from holy powder of Somdej Pra Buddha Kosachan Chareon, holy powder crushed from Pra Gru Wat Sam Pluem (ancient holy powder Buddha amulet discovered at the stupa/chedi at Wat Sam Pluem, Bangkok), Pong Patthaveethat (Buddha and Arahants Relics) from the private collection of Chao Khun Nor, and fragments of hair of the head of Chao Khun Nor, then patched with gold foils. This Batch of amulets was made in BE 2513 (CE 1970), blessed / consecrated by Chao Khun Nor at the temple of Wat Thep Sirin, Bangkok for neung Trimaat (3 months of BE 2513 Buddhist Lent).

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BEST FOR: Pra Phuttha Sihing gives favorable omens, and strengthens auspicious omens which bring positive role in your life. Anything you wish for, and it could change your life for the better. This amulet has a tendency to draw positive energy. Klawklad Plodpai (bringing safety, and pushes you away from all danger), Kongkraphan (making you invulnerable to all weapon attack), Maha-ut (stopping gun from shooting at you), Nang Nieow, a rock-hard skin that is completely impervious to damage with bludgeoning or piercing weapons. Metta Maha Niyom (helping bring loving, caring, and kindness, and compassion from people all around you to you), Maha Larp (bringing Lucky Wealth / wealth fetching), and Kaa Kaai Dee (helping tempt your customers to buy whatever you are selling, and it helps attract new customers and then keep them coming back. Ponggan Poot-pee pee-saat Kunsai Mondam Sa-niat jan-rai Sat Meepit (helping ward off evil spirit, demon, bad ghost, bad omen, bad spell, curse, accursedness, black magic, misfortune, doom, and poisonous animals). It helps protect you from manipulators, backstabbers, and toxic people.

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Pra Phuttha Sihing

The Pra Phuttha Sihing is a highly revered image of the Gautama Buddha in Bangkok, Thailand, second in importance only after the Emerald Buddha. The image is currently housed at the Phutthaisawan Hall (formerly a part of the Front Palace), now the Bangkok National Museum. The image was brought to Bangkok from Wat Phra Singh, Chiang Mai in 1795 by Viceroy Maha Sura Singhanat, the brother of King Rama I.

History

The exact provenance of the Pra Phuttha Sihing image is still in question. The name Sihing comes from Sinhala the name of several kingdoms in Sri Lanka. According to legend the Pra Phuttha Sihing image was created in Sri Lanka around 157 A.D. and was brought to Thailand in 1307 to Sukhothai. Later it was relocated to Phitsanulok, Ayutthaya in 1378, Kamphaeng Phet in 1382 and Chiang Rai in 1388, before it was brought back to Ayutthaya again and then back to Chiang Mai in 1407, where it was enshrined at Wat Pra Singh.When King Narai conquered Chiang Mai in 1662, he brought the Buddha image back to Ayutthaya, where it was enshrined for 105 years at Wat Pra Si Sanphet until the Fall of Ayutthaya in 1767, following which, the people of Chiang Mai brought the Buddha Sihing image back to Chiang Mai.

In 1795 the image was taken from Chiang Mai by King Rama I and his brother the Viceroy Maha Sura Singhanat to Bangkok, as war booty.[4] At first the image was enshrined at the Front Palace of the Viceroy, after his death in 1803 the image was moved to the Wat Phra Kaew in the Grand Palace by Rama I. It remained there until 1851, when King Mongkut raised his younger brother Prince Chutamani to the unprecedented rank of Second King Pinklao. In order to celebrate the newly elevated status of Pinklao, King Mongkut gave the Second King the Pra Phuttha Sihing image. Considered the second most important Buddha image after the Emerald Buddha. The image was then taken back to the Front Palace (now the palace of Pinklao), where it was housed in the Phutthaisawan Hall, where it remains today.

Apart from the aforementioned image in Bangkok, at least two other images in Thailand are identified with the Pra Phutta Sihing. One at Hor Prabhut Sihing, Nakhon Si Thammarat and the other at Wat Pra Singh, Chiang Mai.

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Yant Ma-a-u

The Ma-a-u Cabalistic Writings means “I take refuge in the Buddha, Dharma, and Buddhist Monk”, also refers to the Three Jewels, Triple Gem, or Three Refuges are the supports in which a Buddhist takes refuge by means of a prayer or recitation at everyday life.

These Three Jewels are:

The Buddha, the fully enlightened one

The Dharma, the teachings expounded by the Buddha

The Buddhist Monk, the monks who practice the Dharma.

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CHAO KHUN NOR OF WAT THEP SIRINTHRAWAT

Chao Khun Norrarath Rachamanit (Chao Khun Nor) was born on Saturday, 5th Febuary BE2440 and was the eldest of the family of 5 children. He was in the first group of students of the 1st Official University of Kingdom Siam, later known as Chulalongkorn University. After completing his studies, Chao Khun Nor became an officer of the Royal House of King Rama VI. He became the closest attendant to the King and he was promoted to serve at the King’s chamber and attended to the King’s daily needs. After the death of the King Rama VI, Chao Khun Nor was devastated. He left the palace in BE 2468.

His parents wanted him to get married with a lady teacher after seeing Chao Khun Nor was in lament over the death of the King. However, before the marriage would be engaged, Chao Khun Nor told his parents that he wanted to enter monkshood.

Chao Khun Nor ordained on 23th March BE 2468 at Wat Thepsirintravas, a day before King Rama VI was cremated. He became a monk as thamboon (making a merit) for the King Rama VI. Chao Khun Nor was a devoted vegetarian who consumed only a meal a day and decided never to leave the monkshood. He was ordained by Somdej Phra Buddha Ko-sacharn (Charoen), who was also his preceptor. Phra Putwiriyaaigon, the abbot of Wat Sommanatwiharn and Phra Udon Seelahkon Wat Thepsirin were the Dhamma teachers.

STRICT OBSERVANCE OF THE 227 PRECEPTS

It is widely believed that Chao Khun Nor could accurately predict the future by looking at finger and palm prints. When the villagers heard of that ability, all of them flocked to the temple asking him to tell them their future but they were declined by Chao Khun Nor. Despite that, many people continued to visit Chao Khun Nor very often even though they know that they will most probably go back empty handed. They all came for an assortment of reasons ranging from offering presents, to seek a guidance about their problems and to ask Chao Khun Nor about their future lives. Chao Khun Nor was very uncomfortable, pity and sad with all these human beings.

When the villagers offered things to Chao Khun Nor, Chao Khun Nor advised them to bring those to other monks as he strictly observed the 227 provisions of moral precepts. Chao Khun Nor also mentioned that one would similarly accumulate merits when giving offerings to other monks. This made the villagers unhappy and felt that Chao Khun Nor looked down on them. They people brought the matter up to Somdej Phra Buddha Kosacharn (Charoen).

When Somdej Phra Buddha Kosacharn heard this, he asked Chao Khun Nor about this matter. Chao Khun Nor explained that the reason he did not accept the offerings or attendance from the villagers because he was ordained for the purpose of making a merit to King Rama VI. Besides that, he also needed to maintain good concentration in order to study the teachings of Buddhism. In order to succeed, he needed to have no connections to the outside world. All the people who came to visit him brought along the troubles of the world, which adversely affected his concentration. When Somdej Phra Buddha Kosacharn heard his reason, he sympathized and agreed with him.

Chao Khun Nor had strictly observed the 227 precepts, he did not accept any form of offerings from the villagers. The room in which he lived was very empty and consisted of only the basic necessities. There was even no electric lighting. Chao Khun Nor did all his readings in the daytime. When Chao Khun Nor went back to his room, he would lock the door and stay inside. No one ever knew what he did in his room and he never came out to receive guests. He never accepted anything from anyone with the exception of his nephew who would bring vegetarian food from his mother. Chao Khun Nor spent most of his time in his monk’s house.

At the temple, they placed some skeletons of dead people to aid the monks in the development of their insight. The intention was to remind the monks that the female body would eventually resemble this ugly state so that they will refrain from sex and impure thoughts as well as to reinforce the rule of impermanence. LP Parn of Wat Bang Nom Kho Ayutthaya also practiced in such a manner.

WATER AFTER WASHING CHAO KHUN NOR’S FEET COULD CURE SICKNESS

It is a daily routine for Chao Khun Nor to walk back to the monk’s house. There were 2 things that were significantly different with him. Firstly, he did not wear any slippers like the villagers and walked around barefeet. The second and most remarkable was that he always walked on tip-toes and his heels never touched the ground. No one knows why he walked like that but it was assumed that it was a kind exercise for his leg muscles. Before stepping into the monk’s house, he would wash his feet in a basin and dry them.

A village was hit by a deadly disease and one of the villagers was instructed to bring an empty bottle to Chao Khun Nor to ask for some holy water to try to cure his fellow villagers but was declined. The villager had no idea what to do and how to get holy water from CKN to appease the villagers. Out of desperation, he decided to take water from the basin used for washing Chao Khun Nor’s feet and brought it back to his place to give to the sick. Nobody knew the origins of the water and what it was used for. After those sick people drank the water which they thought was holy water given by Chao Khun Nor, all of them were miraculously cured. This greatly puzzled the man who brought back that water to the village.

When this rumor spread out, people who heard it, then all rushed towards Wat Thepsirin to ask Chao Khun Nor for this special holy water but he denied having given any to anyone much to their disappointment. When the villagers heard Chao Khun Nor’s reply, they were all very confused as to where the holy water came from.

The monk staying next to Chao Khun Nor couldn’t stand it anymore as more and more people flocked to the temple and decided to clarify to the villagers once and for all that Chao Khun Nor had never given any holy water to anyone. However, there was one man who came to beg for it but was declined. He also witnessed the same man taking the water from Chao Khun Nor’s feet washing basin but at that time, he did not know what the man was doing.

When the origins of the “holy water” was established, all the villages rushed to take water from the basin. Some waited around for it to be filled up and immediately emptied the basin. This made it a very hectic job for the person responsible for topping up the basin as he had to do it numerous times a day. Finally, the basin was placed in Chao Khun Nor’s room to stop all trouble.

MIRACLE AT THE AMULETS BLESSING CEREMONIES

There were reports of strange incidents happening when Chao Khun Nor made incantations. On the fateful day of Saturday, 25th April BE2513, a photographer was assigned to take photographs of him consecrating a batch of amulets and was busy snapping pictures of the long and elaborate process until it was finished. After the photographs were developed, there was something strange and remarkable about a picture in which Chao Khun Nor was sprinkling holy water on the amulets. The wooden brush that was used to sprinkle holy water emitted white light from its tip. There were many people who were present at the ceremony but the light was not seen by anyone there. It only showed up on the picture. Everyone was amazed as they could not find any logical explanation for this. However, everyone agreed that it could not have been caused by the actual physical sprinkling of holy water itself.

There was another strange incident on Saturday, 5th December BE 2513. There was a big ceremony at Wat Thepsirin and many people came to witness the event. Chao Khun Nor announced that it was going to be the last time he was going to make incantations for the blessing of amulets. In a photograph, the flames from the candles which were lined up directly in front of the principle Buddha statue were “swaying” as if there was a strong wind blowing. However, all the windows and doors were shut during that time and there was no wind at all. The flames should have been completely still. Everyone who was at the ceremony were astonished when the picture was shown. This particular picture was taken when Chao Khun Nor was making incantations in front of the principal Buddha image in a temple and Chao Khun Udomsarasophon was blessing the amulets with holy water.

Based on the pictorial evidence taken during the ceremony, there was widespread belief that the strange incidents were the result that Chao Khun Nor was already an arhat.

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