#Sacred Life

[earthling-wolf]

Fi: The Myth of the Sacred Life

The spiritual experience of Fi is called Edin which is described more fully in this page. Edin as a psychological archetype appears in the form of a prince or princess: as a virgin, a siren or a fairy. In symbolic form it is depicted as a red rose, a seed, the moon or as the womb. Of all the functions Fi is the most archetypally female, imbuing individuals with a passive personality. Hence the Edin myth generates an impulse to fully embody the form of the Anima; to become "woman" to the entire world. But the Edin myth goes beyond the energy embedded in biological sex and adds a separate archetypal magic aside from the femininity available to most women, which traces its roots to the spirit of Gaia or the Mother Goddess. Edin is the protector of the life principle, and often takes the form of a spiritual guardian of animals, rivers, lakes and forests. Edin appears in folklore as sprites or spirits, each of which protects their cherished plot of nature in the same manner as Fi protects the boundaries of its prized identity. However, as the feminine archetype also possesses two sides, Edin can lead to a spirit of enticement where the myth holder becomes an elusive and seductive femme fatale, a nymph or succubus. In this form, Edin wishes to be coveted like a princess and enjoys the adulation of her suitors and the protection of her dedicated knight or King. The secret hope for this expression of Edin is to secure the eternal devotion of her masculine champion – wishing to be adored and prized above all else and above all others for her unique identity.

The Fairy

When the Edin myth is in it's light form, the princess or fairy is a pure and seelie agent of nature which bestows life, vitality and healing to all beings with unconditional love. We see this embodied perfectly by Snow White who surrounds herself with every forest creature, befriending them but also being capable of enlisting their help. The light Edin spirit can often communicate verbally or empathically with animals, generate flora from the ground and speak directly with the trees. One expression of this is seen in Disney's adaptation of Pocahontas who spoke with grandmother willow, and another can be seen in the elves of Tolkien's mythology who gave trees the ability to speak. Yet another manifestation is found in Cameron's Avatar mythology through the Navi's connection to the Mother Goddess through a fibrous mental interlink which acts as a communication portal. The primary motif of the light Edin myth is that "nature has a voice" and a pulse which can be accessed if we listen earnestly. This myth is the anthropomorphization of the qualities of the emotional resister which provides a direct link into not only one's own primacy but the primacy of Gaia and the cosmos. Edin acts as the emissary for Gaia; as it's spokeswoman and the bringer of it's desires to the rest of the human world.

The Witch

As with all myths Edin also possesses an inverted and darker incarnation which is commonly depicted as an evil or unseelie fairy. At other times it manifests as a demon or a witch who casts hexes on unsuspecting passerby. The character of the dark Edin archetype is envious, jealous, vile and foul. It delights in seeing the tainting of purity more than it delights in causing death. The primary motif of this archetype is "corruption", as it wishes powerfully to sully the hearts of others and bring them into shadows. The mythical motif of the witch casting hexes and jinxes is a psychological metaphor for how unseelie Fi radiates foul intentions, wishes and slander in the direction of others. We see this myth embodied clearly in Theodor Geisel's The Grinch, who is himself an unseelie fairy jealous of the Whoville fairies and intent to destroy their haven by disenchanting them towards the spirit of goodness. We see it again in Tolkien's mythology in the form of Gollum --the corrupted heart-- and more powerfully in the One Ring itself, which represents the epitome of malice which Frodo as the light Edin must not be sullied by. And yet again we see it in Maleficent who, upon appearing at Aurora's ceremony laid an evil curse over her. Once again we see that the dark Edin wishes not necessarily for death upon its victims but for their suffering and fall out of innocence; making it primarily an ethical drama that motivates its action. This same mythical duality will exist within the hearts of every Fi user, as they struggle with the question of becoming embittered to the true suffering and cruelty of reality, or to remain a clear and open channel despite all the horror that accompanies the experience of life.

#Cognitive Typology #Cognitive Functions #Introverted Feeling #Fi #ISFP #INFP #Mythology #Archetypes #Sacred Life #Fairy #Witch #Animism

[sairceketli]

#the cult #sacred life #Spotify

[livequantumchannelings]

I Am Ready. Quantum Guided Meditation. Connect with Your Future Self With Your Future Self.

#youtube #meditative #meditation #quantum meditation #quantum light #inter connection #law of one #law of i am #i am #success #wealth #health #abundent #abundantlife #sacred life #calling #starseed #lightwithin #i am worthy #channeling #arcturian healing

[turiyatitta]

Engraved Wisdom

The Sacred Script Within Our DNAIn one of my profound spiritual experiences, a revelation dawned upon me, forever altering my perception of existence and spirituality. This insight, which I am eager to share, revolves around the concept that the greatest sacred book isn’t found on shelves or in ancient temples. It’s written within us, in the very essence of our being – our DNA.Our DNA is more…

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#Ancestral Heritage #Cosmic Narrative #DNA Wisdom #Evolutionary Spirituality #Interconnectedness #Physical and Spiritual Connection #Sacred Life #spiritual awakening

[shoofoolatte]

Sleeping in Sacred Space

Cherokee descendent and theologian Randy Woodley describes the sacred power of giving oneself over to nature in the vulnerability of sleep:

Sleeping in the bosom of nature is not the same as sleeping in the safety of one’s own home. Not at all. As you lay your body down to become one with the Earth, reality shifts. In that state, you can sense that God, Creator, is listening to the intentions of your heart. Whatever the mysterious power is behind creation, it softens one’s mind. Great Mystery unscrews the tight lids of the jars of certainty that you hold too tightly, too fiercely. You realize, sometimes even trembling, that something greater than yourself is meeting you.

There, in the restful unknown world between sleep and wakefulness, you give yourself to those elements, to Spirit, in the kind of vulnerability a newborn to the world must experience.

As I dozed off into the realm of sacred beauty next to that stream, I listened to how the water responded to each rock, to every branch protruding from the creek bank, and to the swirl of every curve as it meandered past me and into some other creature’s nap. With each contact, the water had a particular note and registry of sound.

Over the rocks, around the curve, and down the path of its sacred water journey. Sacred sleep. Sacred water. Sacred life.

#sleep #Cherokee #sacred life #Randy Woodley #nature

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

i am thinking how much poorer, how much less colorful the world would be if art was only made by "professionals." if all the music, all the stories, all the sketches & paintings & craftwork of the world was created only by the small category of people able to make a decent living from their art. imagine if the only people allowed to create were the experts & the renowned & those aspiring to the top. what a grey world that would be. how much joy would be bleached away! i love you people who create for the sake of creating, i love you artists who do art for tiny audiences, i love you people who make things even just for one person, even just for themselves, even if no one's watching, thank you thank you thank you for decorating the world in which we all exist

#not a shitpost #related: the most powerful crafters alive are crocheters who spend 7+ years making an intricate table cloth no one is allowed to eat on #all that arcane magic into making a display object primarily for their own enjoyment #and that of the blessed few lucky enough to be invited into their home to behold what is by rights a sacred object #if you spend a certain number of hours crafting something u have the right to have it put in a shrine or museum of your choosing i think #you have imbued it with your Life Essence by sheer force of concentration and obsession it is Holy now #anyways. old ladies who knit/crochet/embroider etc are a thousands times more powerful and intimidating #than old white dudes who are obsessed with war memorabilia or whatever #i have nothing but respect awe and appropriate amounts of fear towards crafters. my liege

[deaverypriest]

Some from the Well: Life and the Digital Haze

#spiritual transformation #theherder #soma #somafromthewell #lupapress #Life is sacred #social media #Atman #sacred life #spirituality #spiritual thoughts #thinkers #thelifedivine #homoreligiosus #Supramental Life #sri aurobindo

[theambitiouswoman]

Inner beauty manifests in our outer beauty. You should spend as much time working on your inner self, as you do your looks.

Some feminine attitudes you can work on:

1. Happiness: when you’re happy with yourself you radiate positivity, joy and peace that is magnetic. You are a joy to be around because you make others feel good just by being around you.

2. Classiness: being classy is more than how we dress. It’s also about our attitude, our manners, how we speak and interact with others.

3. Kindness: being “nice” can be faked. Kindness cannot. Kindness comes from the heart, it’s warm, loving, caring, and compassionate attitude that comes from a person who isn’t lead by their ego.

4. Authenticity: authenticity means being the real you, unapologetically. being the real you without living for others or getting triggered and offended by others thoughts about you is the core of self confidence. People respect real confidence and can see through fakeness.

#self confidence #self love #self improvement #confidence #sacred feminine #divine female #femininity journey #femininity tips #feminine energy #hyper feminine #divine feminine #soft life #level up journey #high value woman #elegant woman #hyperfemininity #tradfem

[365filmsbyauroranocte]

Nothing Sacred (William A. Wellman, 1937)

#Nothing Sacred #William A. Wellman #1937 #William A Wellman #Carole Lombard #Fredric March #quote #love #memory #colour #blue #light #faceless #life #time

[stuckinapril]

i think i started seeing spending time alone differently when i was 18 and feeling small and lonely in a big and bustling city. i legit remember being so down but just throwing on ripped boyfriend jeans and a cute crop top and my favorite perfume at the time and just walking for hours on end around the city. it was such a seismic shift for me. i perused stores by myself, treated myself to dinner, spent hours at a bookstore without checking my phone. it was such a power statement being one of very few people walking by themselves in a busy shopping center and not feeling bad about it. i genuinely did not care whatsoever. it was actually so cathartic for me. for the first time ever i was not performing for anyone but actually just enjoying my time and my space and my being. now i adore spending time alone and don't see it as some kind of social failing. it's not. at all

#will i go out on halloween w a bunch of other girls and dance for my life? probably. #but these past two months it's been alone time to the max #there's an actual sacred quality to being in a store on your own not thinking about how you're appearing to other people #and i LOVE it. i love it #p

[ddeck]

the healer

@barrissday

#ive been fighting for my life over here but barriss day is sacred #teehee #barrissday #barriss offee #star wars #tcw #deckdraws

[neverendingcycle]

#personal #me #thick life #neverendingcycle #post call #im exhausted #and needy #the sacred nip

[drysaladandketchup]

for the "things you said" writing meme -- matthew/leon, 12 :)

Thank you for the request <3 I realised very quickly I have no idea what constitutes a 'mini' fic. I struggle to write 'mini' anything lol. Hopefully this still satisfies :)

12. things you said when you thought i was asleep

It takes all of Matthew's willpower not to reach over and smash his phone just to shut up the alarm. All that saves his wallet and an awkward trip to the Apple store is the split-second realisation that the shrieking in his ear isn't his usual alarm.

It's a ringtone. Not his own, either.

He pries his eyes open to find the world through the window is still dark. One of the balcony doors is still ajar, letting in a cool night breeze. He's lying on his side in his own bed, the end of the all-star weekend memorialized by several aches and bruises.

His hips and ass are a little sore too, but that's unrelated. Technically.

The ringing stops. Someone huffs behind him.

Someone. Yeah, no, Matthew knows who it is. They may have met up at the bar once the media was done swarming, but Matthew was far from drunk. Painfully sober, in fact. If he's being honest with himself, he was hoping things would turn out this way.

One more time. One more moment. Because it's been a long time since they were them. Longer still since the sex was just sex, since hate became want. Matthew is strong in a lot of ways, but not against this.

"Davo." Leon's voice is low, and still gruff from sleep when he answers his phone. He sits up on his side of the bed, trying not to disturb Matthew, pulling the covers back up over Matthew's shoulder like he thinks he'll freeze to death in this balmy Florida winter.

Usually Matthew's a heavy sleeper. But never when Leon's around. He makes it impossible for Matthew to completely relax, to let time slip by. Leon's just too big of a presence, almost too much to bear. It was more important that everything linger, to bask in the strange comfort of their relationship, whatever it was. They had so little time. Even less, now.

"I know it's late. No, no, I'm not at the hotel. I'm... I'm with Tkachuk."

Leon says his last name like it's wrong, like it's rotting on his tongue.

When he corrects himself, says, "Matthew", it's better, lighter. Like it's ambrosia.

Matthew remembers when Leon Draisaitl saying his name wouldn't have meant a damn thing to him. When that simple act didn't fill him with fondness.

In the silence, Matthew can hear McDavid talking on the other end, but can't quite make out what he's saying. Matthew tucks up under the duvet, breathing quiet and even, trying to focus instead on the distant sound of waves and the ticking clock on his wall.

Ticking. Always ticking. Time bleeds out when they're together.

He doesn't even remember falling asleep last night, but he wishes he hadn't now. He wishes he'd stayed awake longer, just to... just too see him. To look Leon in the eye, to talk about everything and nothing until dawn, to feel big, too-warm hands on his body more and more and more. He wants to make sure he'll remember how Leon feels, sounds, tastes.

"Connor," Leon says, a warning, followed by a sigh. "I know. I know, okay? It was stupid, but..."

Maybe it was. Matthew has a good thing here in Florida. Better than ever. He was happy to leave Alberta behind and start over. So why did leaving make him feel like a coward?

Because leaving was about Calgary, and the Flames. About his career and his future. It wasn't about Leon. Leon was the wrench in the gears; the one thing he didn't expect to have to say goodbye to, the kind of hurt he never could have accounted for.

"I needed to see him." Leon sounds helpless. He's not the only one.

The only time he's heard Leon so lost was after his team was knocked out of the playoffs last season. The Oilers meant nothing--Matthew was pretty fucking glad considering they'd beat out the Flames--but he never wanted to hear Leon like that again.

He definitely never wanted to be the cause of it. Not like this.

Leon is still mumbling into his phone. "Yeah, I'm fine. He's... we're good. He's happy."

A hand settles on Matthew's head. Fingers play with his curls, nails scratch his scalp. A thumb presses just behind Matthew's ear, stroking the soft skin where only hours before Leon had put his lips, whispering sweetness and filth in equal measure.

It takes everything for Matthew not to groan, to whimper and surrender, roll over and climb on top of Leon and take all over again. Beg him to take something--everything--from Matthew.

"I don't know," Leon says then.

It's easy to guess what McDavid asked.

He's happy. But are you?

"I can't even tell him I still love him."

Still. Matthew didn't even know there was a before, let alone a still. Leon never said anything. Fuck, if Matthew wasn't busy trying to remember how to breathe, he'd roll over and punch him.

Then again, what did Matthew ever say? They never talked about it. Never let those closet hook-ups and slipping out back doors and little drinks and dinners and overnights excused as practical necessity be anything more than that. A bunch of chirps and half-truths and aborted discussions because it was all becoming too much. There was too much uncertainty. Too many ways it could go wrong.

It did go wrong. It became something. It became real.

Maybe that would have changed something. Maybe it wouldn't have changed anything at all. It doesn't matter now. Matthew left, and neither of them said a word about things like love, because it was easier to hope it would shrivel and die with distance and time.

"I know I'm being stupid." Leon pauses when McDavid interrupts, then huffs. "No, I am. Fuck, I really thought I'd get over it. Maybe I will. Eventually."

Don't you fucking dare, you piece of shit, Matthew wants to scream.

"Not sure I can, though." Leon swallows so loud Matthew can hear it. Then quieter, like he's not sure he's even allowed to admit it, he says, "I don't really want to."

He's still playing with Matthew's hair, occasionally dragging a finger over his bare shoulder or down his back, tracing imaginary lines across Matthew's flesh. Like he's something to be memorized and cherished.

They're both so fucking stupid. Matthew bites his lip and tries not to choke on the lump in his throat. Could be his heart, climbing right up and out of his mouth. He clings to the sheets with shaking hands.

"I'm not going to fuck up what he's got here," Leon says tiredly, voice thick with tension and pathetic resignation.

Leon's not here to drag him back. He wouldn't do that. So why is he here? Just to torture them both? Being with him doesn't feel like torture. It feels like winning. It feels like defiance and decadence and too much and not enough. It feels like what could have been and what could still be.

He didn't find Leon at that bar and bring him home out of pity, or nostalgia, one last fuck for old times sake. It was... it just was. Not an ending. Not some final goodbye. Proof maybe there could still be something. Getting over it was never an option, Matthew knew that well before he stepped onto the ice as a Panther and found himself staring Leon down all over again.

Matthew's vision is blurring. His eyes sting, warm and wet. There's blood pounding in his ears, and a hand clutching his heart, a vice around his lungs. He hardly remembers how to breathe.

He doesn't catch the rest of Leon's conversation, except something about meeting Connor back at the hotel tomorrow. Meaning he's staying the night, at least. He's staying.

When Leon hangs up the phone, Matthew finally comes up for air. He relaxes his shoulders, listening to the soft thump as Leon taps his phone against his forehead over and over. Then it clatters on the side table. Leon sighs, sniffs, and sinks back under the covers. He tucks right up against Matthew's back, still burning like a furnace, soft muscle and skin brushing Matthew's spine in all the right ways.

He throws an arm around Matthew and finds one of his hands, worming his fingers through the gaps to hold it. His palm is sweaty, not that it matters at all to Matthew. He can't help squeezing Leon's hand a little, but if Leon notices, he doesn't say a word.

Not until he's wrapped tight around Matthew, near suffocating, like any part of them that isn't touching is a sin.

"Love you," Leon mumbles, barely more than a whisper, pressing his lips right to the base of Matthew's neck. Matthew's body can't seem to decide whether to shiver or melt under the heat.

Leon says it like it's inevitable. Painful. Pitiful.

What he's saying is, I'm sorry I love you. I'm sorry I couldn't say it before. I'm sorry I don't know how to say it now. I'm sorry it's too late, it's the wrong place, the wrong time.

Like he doesn't think Matthew could ever understand. And that's the worst part of it all. They're still not on the same page. Tearing down what they never built.

If Leon's only brave enough to say it when Matthew's asleep, then Matthew will just have to be brave enough to say it in the light of day. He doesn't run, and he won't now that he knows he doesn't have to.

He stares into the night outside his window, listening to Leon breathe, feeling his heart beat through Matthew's chest like that's where it longs to be.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow maybe they can stop chasing time long enough to make the most of what they have. To make up for what they've wasted. And whatever happens after, well, maybe they can stop being afraid of that, too.

#hockey #mattdrai #matthew tkachuk #leon draisaitl #my writing #asks #i can take any prompt and shove angst into it just watch me #'mutual pining dumbasses who can't communicate' my beloved trope #i hope it's obvious this is happening during/right after the 2023 asg #i know 2020 was the sacred texts but I feel like we don't use 2023 for mattdrai purposes enough #poor connor always suffering through mattdrai bullshit #leon has a scrapbook full of pictures of matthew and will be like 'remember when my bf left me ;_;' and connor wants to jump off a bridge #'mini' fic they said. i don't think 1.6k is mini. it got away from me. but i have never been concise in my life why start now

[transmascissues]

yknow there’s so much bad shit out there in the world and so much of it is aimed at people like me and i spend so much of my time trying to understand it and document it and make sense of it but sometimes. sometimes i hear someone singing a duet with their pre-t voice and the harmonies are breathtaking and i just want to open my bedroom window and scream to the cars driving by that I LOVE US I LOVE US GOD I FUCKING LOVE US

#transmasculinity is so beautiful and sacred and irreplaceable and life giving and deeply worth protecting #seeing the joy and expression and care that flows out of and between us is the most important thing in the world to me #the second we lose sight of that i think we’re all fucked #you have to always always love the thing you’re protecting more than you hate the people you’re protecting it from #and i cannot express how much i love us and the ways we live our lives #trans man positivity #transmasc positivity #trans men #transmascs

[captainofthetidesbreath]

I should get an award for my restraint in not automatically blocking people who say things like "I hate paladins, they suck so much, they're the worst class bc their vibes are so bad" on my posts that even just mention paladins.

RIP that you and most people do not understand paladins as a class and do not understand that their narrative is not just "stick in the mud who loves being a cop", but I'm different and I think they're incredible and they're one of the classes with the best inherent narrative

#to dedicate yourself to a value you hold dear and integral that your love for and service to that ideal becomes itself divine and sacred #to distill what is core to yourself down into so few words; to say 'this is what I am and will be and always was' and make that unshakeable #to have so much faith in your understanding of who you are and what you have sworn to be that THAT is what is holy: your mere dedication #to be so beholden to these values that you promised to uphold against EVERYTHING else: against law; against country; against sovereign #it is about being so dedicated to an oath that you have sworn and the purpose it decrees that you transcend a mundane life #oh to be the sword of the divine and the wrath of god incarnate and the hand by which the heavens does its works

[gardenandcountry]

Ex-votos et Lys de la Madone, painting by Claudine Lecoustre ©️2023

#artists on tumblr #art #artist on tumblr #artist on instagram #french artist #french painter #woman artist #still life #lily #ex voto #flaming heart #white flowers #religious art #blue ribbon #moth #sacred art #still leben #nature morte