#incarnation

[blessedarethequeer]

"We are all meant to be mothers of God. What good is it to me if this eternal birth of the divine Son takes place unceasingly, but does not take place within myself? And, what good is it to me if Mary is full of grace if I am not also full of grace? What good is it to me for the Creator to give birth to his Son if I do not also give birth to him in my time and my culture? This, then, is the fullness of time: When the Son of Man is begotten in us."

Meister Eckhart (1260-1328)

#Advent #been chewing on this for a good while #birth of Christ #Eckhart #quotes #theology #incarnation #incarnate Christ

[gojoulen03]

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"MY DAUGHTER, THE DIVINE ONE"

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A/N:

I'm saying this rn but this.. this blog is a literal mess. It's my first time posting this kinda uh.. yup. So I'm a little annoyed by it but I'm bored so I went through.. uh with it anyway..

I had an alternate version of this in Wattpad called 'Rose Thorns' lol. I'm still thinking of who will be the love interest for Y/n because this sht is similar to the usual SAGAU plot idk if I'm right though (correct me if I'm wrong lol).

Again, this is a mess. Idk if I posted this correctly.. but I tried anyway..

Sypnosis :

You are Tsukuyomi Y/n with a lovely daughter named Yuna. You've always dreamed of becoming a mother and decided to have one through artificial method (lol idk if that's real yet but I remembered a manga with that Soo YUp AND THIS IS FICTION so I had the power of making the impossible real here in this story LOL and yes you are rich in Earth cuz i said so ৻( •̀ ᗜ •́ ৻)). You paid someone handsomely to give you the means to have a child without any sort of y'know lol- and finally had Yuna after so long of waiting.

You are deeply devoted to Yuna's well-being and promised to protect her no matter what.

But tragedy struck when you got involved in a car accident that claimed your life, leaving your daughter Yuna without her only guardian. Your own death left you feeling desolate and remorseful for not being able to watch your 5-year-old daughter grow up.

However, your journey took an unexpected turn when you found yourelf in a mysterious and unfamiliar world. You retained only hazy memories of your past life but resolved to forge ahead. Even in this strange new world, you couldn't let go of your fervent prayers for Yuna's safety.

You went on a journey in this new world called Teyvat. But what if your daughter follows you there - all grown up, so mature and with so many mysteries?

GENSHIN IMPACT X G/N! Reader

Warnings: Grammatical Errors, Lazy Writing, Possibly alot of errors again lol, MANY TYPOS idK, VERY OOC (I'mma not lie here), Y/n being the Cupid LATER lol, Yandere!Harem??? Obsessive Acolytes/Believers to the Divine One, MANY SIMPINGS ˛(ˊʙˋ)੭˒˒

CHAPTER 00

In the supposedly peaceful and beautiful world - Y/n, a beautiful God(dess) in a white robe and veil, had been engaged in a fierce battle to protect your city from marauding Gods. Your barrier stood resolute, deflecting attacks and safeguarding your people, but the more you fought, the more you felt your energy wane.

"Your majesty! Please, it's enough!" A voice was heard from behind. But despite the pleas of your beloved subjects to cease the battle, You remained unyielding, your bowstring singing as you sent arrow after arrow towards your foes. The Archon War had erupted unexpectedly, shattering the harmony among divine beings who were once friends. You couldn't comprehend why you were now locked in a merciless struggle for your nations' survival.

"You must be getting tired. How about resting now?" taunted by your enemy God, reveling in your weakening state. Undeterred, You glared back, refusing to back down. Your resolve was unbreakable; You were determined to defend your land until your very last breath.

"I will not! I will never back down until my last breath!" You yelled.

"Let's see about that, Goddess Y/n!" They said, as they were ready to launched another attack.

But just as you braced yourself for another attack, a familiar voice broke through the haze of battle.

"Ma/Pa.."

"Ma/Pa.. ma/pa.."

"Mama/Papa!!"

Startled, You gasped, your battle-weary eyes fluttering open. You found yourself in a small, warm room, and your attention was drawn to a tiny, innocent face—the face of your adorable daughter, Yuna.

"Mama/Papa! You're awake, right?!" Yuna's tiny hands shook you, urging you back to consciousness.

"Mama/Papa, it's time to wake up!" You blinked, the memories of your celestial battle fading into the background as you're fully awake now.

"Oh, Mama/Papa's awake now, dear Yuna," you whispered, your exhaustion momentarily forgotten as you lifted your daughter into your arms.

Yuna's innocent eyes widened with concern. "Mama/Papa, you were making scared noises in your sleep. Did you have a bad dream?"

You smiled, brushing a gentle hand over Yuna's cheek. "It was just a bad dream, my love. Mama/Papa's fine now." You marveled at the contrast between the dream's fierce goddess persona and the reality of your role as a loving parent. How could such a powerful being in your dream world be the same person who cuddled with your daughter each morning?

"Let's focus on happier things," You suggested, ruffling Yuna's hair playfully.

"Hehe, okay! Let's eat breakfast now, Mama/Papa! I'm hungry!" Yuna's enthusiasm was infectious, and you couldn't help but smile at the sight of your daughter's radiant joy. You dismissed the surreal images of your divine battle as a dream or perhaps the result of watching too many fantasy movies recently.

"What would you like to eat today, my little sunshine?" You asked.

Yuna's face lit up with excitement. "Pancakes, Mama/Papa! With strawberries!"

You chuckled, the remnants of the dream slipping further away with each giggle. "Pancakes it is, sweetheart. Let's make them together."

With a tender smile, You kissed Yuna's forehead. "And also good morning, my precious. I love you."

Yuna giggled, her laughter echoing through the room like music. "I love you too, Mama/Papa!"

Together, you both ventured into the kitchen, the aroma of pancakes filling the air as you expertly flipped them on the griddle. Yuna stood on a chair, her eyes wide with fascination as she watched her parent cook.

What had seemed like a fierce, otherworldly struggle faded into the background as you dismissed it as a fleeting nightmare. Perhaps it was the result of watching too many fantasy movies, you thought, trying to rationalize the vivid dream.

"Yeah, it must be a dream," You reassured yourself, embracing the reality of your daughter's laughter and the aroma of breakfast wafting from the kitchen.

"Mama/Papa, are you a superhero?" Yuna asked suddenly, her innocent curiosity sparking a twinkle in her eyes.

You paused, caught off guard by the question. You knelt down to Yuna's eye level, your expression tender. "Well, I might not be a superhero, but I'll always protect you, my dear. You mean everything to me."

Yuna beamed, her small hand reaching out to grasp yours. "I love you, Mama/Papa!"

"I love you too, my precious Yuna," You whispered, your heart swelling with an overwhelming sense of love and gratitude.

You prepared a hearty meal for yourself and for your precious daughter, Yuna, savoring the simple pleasures of your shared moments. As you both sat down to eat, Yuna's innocent chatter filled the room, momentarily pushing away the lingering thoughts of that dream you had earlier.

"Mama/Papa, what's your favorite story?" Yuna asked between bites of the pancakes.

You smiled, reminiscing about the stories you used to hear as a child. "My favorite story is about a brave god(dess) who protected their people from all the dangers of the world. They were strong, just like me, and they never gave up, no matter how tough things got."

Yuna's eyes widened with admiration. "Wow, Mama/Papa, you're like that god(dess), right?"

You chuckled, ruffling Yuna's hair affectionately. "I try to be, sweetheart. I'll always protect you and keep you safe, no matter what."

You only wished the best for your daughter.

That's all you need..

Those dreams probably meant nothing, right?

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, with You and Yuna sharing your lives in blissful harmony. You had put the strange dreams behind you, attributing them to a mere figment of your imagination, yet the memories of your battles as a god(dess) lingered, casting a subtle shadow over your peaceful existence.

It also arose so many questions..

Why do you have that dream?

What does it mean?

Is it a past life?

Why are you remembering it?

You're already happy with youe daughter. You don't want to be burden with a problem you don't even know about.

That was all just a dream anyways..

But one evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, you found herself lost in thought on the porch of their cozy home. Yuna, now a bit older but just as radiant, skipped over, her eyes filled with curiosity.

"Mama/Papa, why do you sometimes look so sad?" Yuna asked, her voice tinged with concern.

You smiled gently, your fingers tracing the patterns of the wooden porch. "Oh, my sweet Yuna, it's just Mama/Papa's thoughts wandering. Sometimes, grown-ups think about many things at once."

"But you can tell me, Mama. I'm a big girl now!" Yuna insisted, her determination mirroring her parent's.

You sighed, realizing that your daughter was growing up and deserved to know the truth, or at least part of it. "Alright, my love. Mama/Papa had some strange dreams lately, dreams of battles and wars. It felt like I was someone else, someone powerful but burdened by the weight of protecting others."

Yuna's eyes widened in awe. "Like a superhero?"

You nodded, a bittersweet smile playing on your lips. "Yes, something like that. But these dreams were so vivid, as if they were memories from another life. It's all very confusing, Yuna."

Yuna reached out and held her parent's hand, her grip surprisingly strong for a child her age. "Mama/Papa, I think those dreams are trying to tell you something. Maybe you're meant to do something important."

You looked at your daughter, marveling at the wisdom hidden behind those innocent eyes. "You're right, Yuna. Perhaps there's a reason I'm having these dreams. I just wish I knew what it meant."

You couldn't help but hug your daughter. Just how caring and smart is this girl? This daughter of yours is too perfect to be yours. She's far too wise..

Even you can't come out with such an advice. But your 5 years old daughter could.

"You're so mature, aren't you, my love?" You said, as you kisses your daughter's chubby cheek who giggled in return. "Hehe! Because I am a big girl!"

"Yes, you are a big girl, love."

Though you couldn't exactly shake the feeling of being a powerful god(dess) in that otherworldly battle, your memories of an archon war still vivid, despite the comforting reality of your daughter's presence.

"Mama/Papa, can I ask you something?" Yuna's innocent voice interrupted your thoughts.

"Of course, my sweet," You replied, setting your daughter to your side to give your full attention to your daughter.

Yuna looked up at you with those big, curious eyes. "What were you fighting in your dream, mama/papa? Were you super strong?"

You hesitated, unsure of how to explain the complexities of your dream world to a 5-year-old. "Well, it was just a dream, dear. In the dream, Mama/Papa had to protect something very important, just like how I always protect you."

Yuna nodded thoughtfully. "Like a superhero, right?"

You smiled, relieved at the simplicity of Yuna's understanding. "Yes, like a superhero."

"Cool! I wanna be a superhero too!"

"Study first-"

"But mama/papa!!"

"Just kidding~!"

But as the day went on, you couldn't shake the feeling that your dream held a deeper significance. The memories of the archon war and the title of "God(dess) Y/n" haunted your thoughts, refusing to be dismissed as mere fantasy.

That night, after tucking Yuna into bed and planting a gentle kiss on her forehead, you found herself unable to sleep. You decided to indulge your curiosity and did something you hadn't done in a long time-you opened your laptop and began searching for information about archons and the concept of divine beings.

But you found no information about all the things you remembers in your dream.

Is it just.. a dream?

Lost in thought, you murmured, "God(dess) Y/n... Archon War... it all feels so distant yet so real."

Yuna, ever perceptive, approached her parent out of nowhere, her eyes wide with curiosity. "Mama/Papa, is something bothering you?"

"Ahh!" You almost fell down your chair when you saw your daughter standing next to you. Gosh! She's scary sometimes!

"Gosh, you scared Mama/Papa, love." You said, as you sighed in relieved that it was only your daughter. Yuna shrugged her shoulder before climbing into your lap and sitting comfortably.

"Why aren't you sleeping, baby? Didn't Mama/Papa tucked you in already?"

"Can't sleep yet.." She respond, as she hugged her doll tighter before looking back to you.

"So.. what's bothering you, Mama/Papa?" She asked curiously.

You smiled, your heart swelling with affection for your sweet daughter's concern. "It's nothing, sweetheart. Just an old dream Mama had like i told you before-"

But as you spoke, a sudden jolt surged through you, a flash of memories and emotions that felt too vivid to be merely a dream. You saw yourself clad in divine armor, battling against other gods. Faces once blurred became clear in your mind's eye.

"The Archon War.." You whispered, the words heavy with realization. "It's like.. a reality.. I'm not sure.. but I felt like I've known about it like a long time ago.."

Yuna's eyes widened with wonder. "Mama/Papa, what's an Archon war??"

You shake your head, your mind racing to comprehend the implications of your rediscovered identity. "I don't know, sweetie.. but there was a war. But why? Why were we fighting? Why was i fighting? What am I protecting..?" You questioned, confusing the little girl even more.

"Ehh.. really, Mama/Papa? Maybe you died and got reincarnated? I saw a movie about that!" Yuna explained.

"Reincarnated? Wait- how did you know that big word?" You asked. Yuna giggled as she snuggled into her doll. "Hehe! I heard it from watching marvel!"

"Right.. Hawkman.."

"Hehe! I like Ironman and Hawkman!" Yuna said excitedly, as she raised her doll up like it was flying.

You sighed. "Maybe I made her watch so many movies.."

Still.. how can this be?

Why are you remembering all this memories now?

You already have a life with your daughter..

Why now?

As you navigated the bustling city streets, your thoughts were consumed by the anticipation of seeing Yuna's face light up with joy upon receiving the special treats you had bought today. The aroma of fresh donuts filled the car, tempting your senses as you carefully maneuvered through the traffic.

Your dedication to your daughter, Yuna, was unwavering. You juggled a demanding career as a high-profile fashion designer for a prestigious modeling company while ensuring that your daughter's upbringing was filled with love, happiness, and positive role models. Your decision to distance yourself from your previously abusive and greedy household was a testament to your commitment to providing Yuna with a safe and nurturing environment.

As you drove home, the box of delectable donuts sat securely on the passenger seat, tempting your senses with their sweet aroma. You couldn't help but smile, thinking about the joy these treats would bring to your little girl.

"I bet my baby would like the donuts I bought today," You mused aloud, your excitement palpable. "It's definitely the best ones I've tasted! I'm sure she'll like them."

With each turn of the wheel, your anticipation grew. The thought of Yuna's radiant smile and the delighted squeals of a child about to receive a cherished surprise filled your heart with warmth. There was nothing you wouldn't do to ensure Yuna's happiness and well-being.

She is your precious girl after all.

Who wouldn't want the best for their child?

"My precious baby... I so missed you, my Yuna. Mama will be spoiling you a lot this weekend for sure. Hmm... maybe I'll take her to the water park this Saturday?" Your thoughts were filled with excitement as you drove home, your anticipation growing with each passing moment.

However, in the midst of your joyful reverie, you failed to notice the fast-approaching truck until it was too late. The deafening impact sent shockwaves through your car, causing it to veer off the road and collide with the oncoming vehicle. The world around you blurred into chaos, and time seemed to slow as the accident unfolded.

Huh?

The world around you spun into chaos as the impact of the collision reverberated through your body. Glass shattered, metal twisted, and the sound of screeching brakes filled the air. Darkness enveloped you, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still.

When you finally regained her senses, you found yourself trapped in the wreckage of your car. Pain radiated through your body, and as you tried to move, you realized your injuries were severe. Panic welled up within you as the realization of what had just happened sunk in.

Your thoughts immediately turned to your daughter, Yuna. Fear clutched at your heart as you desperately called out to your little girl, but there was no response. Panic and anguish swirled within you as you fought against the pain and the wreckage that held you captive. I must go back to her! I still haven't given the donuts to my precious baby!

Pain shot through your body as you clung to consciousness, your first thought being of your precious Yuna. Panic continued to surged within you as you struggled to assess the situation.

Summoning every ounce of strength, you managed to unbuckle yourself and crawl out of the mangled car. Your vision was blurred, and your limbs felt heavy, but you had to go home to Yuna.

Your legs wobbled, panic turned to dread as you thought about Yuna waiting at home with the nanny, unaware of the accident. You had to get home, had to make sure your daughter was safe.

In the midst of the chaos, your thoughts were solely with Yuna. "I hope my Yuna is safe," you thought, your heart pounding with fear and concern. The seconds stretched like hours as you struggled to regain your bearings, your mind racing with worry for your daughter.

In the distance, you could hear voices shouting, the wailing of sirens approaching.

Your car's front end was crumpled, and the truck involved in the accident was equally damaged. The scene was chaotic, with concerned onlookers and emergency responders swarming around.

"M-my daughter," Y/n's voice laced with desperation. "Please, you have to help me. I need to get home to her."

The emergency responders arrived swiftly, their skilled hands working efficiently to extract you from the wreckage. All the while, your thoughts remained fixated on Yuna, your love for your daughter propelling you forward.

In the ambulance, amidst the blaring sirens and the medical team's urgent voices, you clung to consciousness. Your mind was a whirlwind of fear and determination. You couldn't let go, not when your little daughter syill needed you.

"It's gonna be okay, ma'am! Don't lose your consciousness! We're almost there!"

"We have to immediately take first aid!"

(Idk about this.. uh things so bear with it lol)

At the hospital, doctors and nurses worked tirelessly to stabilize you. Hours passed in a haze of pain and worry, but through it all, one thought persisted - your precious daughter, Yuna. You needed to be there for her, to protect her, just as you had always vowed to do.

As you lay there, pain coursing through your body, you felt a profound sense of urgency. The world around your became hazy, youe vision blurred. You knew your time was slipping away, like sand through an hourglass. The paramedics rushed to your side, their voices a distant echo in your ears.

In the midst of the chaos, you fought to find your voice, to speak your final words before surrendering to the abyss. With a tremor in your weakened voice, you whispered to yourself, aware that youe daughter, Yuna, remained oblivious to the tragedy that had befallen you.

"Yuna," you choked out, each word infused with a mixture of anguish and love. "My sweet, beloved daughter, I hope you can hear these words, even if only in your heart.."

As you felt the grip of life slipping away, you found yourself caught in a whirlwind of emotions. The pain and confusion consumed you, but amidst it all, you clung to your final thoughts, desperate to convey your love and remorse to your beloved daughter, Yuna.

Barely able to speak, your voice reduced to a mere whisper, your mind screamed with unspoken words. You yearned to tell Yuna how sorry you are, how deeply ashamed you felt for leaving your behind in this world, alone and unaware of the impending tragedy.

Blood pooled in your throat, choking your words and stealing your breath, but your thoughts raced with determination. With every ounce of strength you still possessed, you wished for your daughter's growth, for her to thrive in a world that you had only begun to understand.

In the midst of your pain, your love for Yuna burned brighter than ever. You wanted your daughter to know that your absence was never a choice, but a cruel twist of fate. Tears welled in your eyes, mixing with the blood that stained your lips, as you silently begged for forgiveness.

As the medical team continued to do their work on helping her, their urgent movements a blur around your fading consciousness, You held onto the image of Yuna in your mind. You whispered your final words, a desperate plea, hoping that somehow, in the vastness of the universe, your daughter would feel your love and hear your apologies.

In those fleeting moments, Your thoughts transcended the physical realm. You poured your heart and soul into a silent scream, a profound expression of love and regret that resonated in the depths of your being.

Through the pain and struggle, You fought to string together more coherent thoughts, desperate to convey your feelings, hopes, and apologies to your beloved daughter.

"My sweet Yuna, forgive me... I never wanted to leave you, my baby," you whispered in your mind, your voice quivering with a mix of love and anguish.

"I won't witness your first heartbreak... but remember, my darling, you are stronger than you know. You will rise above the pain and find love again."

"Yuna, my precious baby, don't let my absence hold you back. Embrace life's opportunities, explore the world, and chase your dreams with unwavering determination."

Her thoughts grow strained and weak, you continued, your words a fragile thread connecting you to your daughter's future. "I wanted to guide you, to be there for you... but circumstances have robbed us of that chance. You must find your own way, my love."

The tears flowed freely as your thoughts turned to the milestones you would miss. "I won't see you find your lifelong friends, those who will stand by your side through laughter and tears. But know that true friendships will enrich your life in ways I could never imagine."

"Yuna, my heart aches at the thought of not witnessing your wedding day. But when that time comes, know that I am with you in spirit, overflowing with love and pride as you embark on a new chapter of your life."

Your voice grew fainter, but your determination pushed you to utter one last plea in your head. "Promise me, my sweet Yuna, that you will live a life filled with joy, passion, and purpose. Seek happiness, embrace love, and never forget the strength within you."

As the darkness closed in, your final thoughts were consumed by your daughter's welfare. "Please, someone... protect and cherish my Yuna. Be the support and guiding light that I can no longer be. Love her as fiercely as I do."

With your strength waning, you held onto the hope that your whispered words would find their way to Yuna's heart. You longed for your daughter to know the depth of your love, the remorse you felt for leaving too soon, and the unwavering belief in Yuna's ability to navigate life's challenges.

And as your consciousness slowly faded, your final thoughts were a fervent wish for your daughter's growth, happiness, and the fulfillment of all her dreams.

"I love you, my Yuna.."

In your final moments, your thoughts were consumed by your undying love for Yuna, a love that transcended the boundaries of life and death. As your eyes fluttered closed, your last thoughts were of your daughter's smiling face, a beacon of light that guided you into the unknown.

You couldn't fight your dead..

Not again..

You failed again..

You failed protecting someone again..

And in that fleeting moment, as the world faded to darkness, you found solace in the knowledge that your love for Yuna would endure, an eternal flame that would continue to burn brightly, even in your absence.

'I'm so sorry, Yuna..'

Yuna played contentedly with her dolls, her imagination leading her on adventures only a child's mind could conjure. Her nanny and also Y/n's best friend, Kate, sat nearby, keeping a watchful eye on the little girl as she indulged in her imaginative play. Yuna was a charming but particular child, especially when it came to her food preferences. Yet, her undeniable cuteness made her nannies' hearts melt, rendering any minor inconveniences inconsequential.

Kate focused on the news broadcast playing on the television, its volume low so as not to disturb Yuna's playtime. But then, an unexpected news report abruptly seized her attention.

"A twenty-six-year-old woman/man was caught in a car accident," the news anchor announced solemnly. "The authorities have confirmed their identity. Tsukuyomi Y/n. She/He is a famous fashion designer for the Famous El Vera Company, who lives with their daughter, Tsukuyomi Yuna, in the..."

Kate's breath caught in her throat as she listened to the news report. Time seemed to stand still as the weight of the information sank in. Her eyes darted to Yuna, oblivious to the gravity of the situation, her innocent laughter filling the room.

She quickly turned off the television, not wanting Yuna to overhear the devastating news. Panic welled up within Kate as she contemplated how to handle the situation delicately. She knew she had to inform Yuna about her parent's accident, but how could she break such heart-wrenching news to a young child?

Taking a deep breath, Kate approached Yuna gently, crouching down to her eye level. She mustered a warm smile, masking the anguish she felt inside.

"Hey, sweetie," Kate began, her voice trembling ever so slightly. "I have something important to tell you about your mom/dad."

Yuna looked up, her big, innocent eyes filled with curiosity. "What is it, Nanny?"

"Well, darling, your mommy/daddy was in a car accident," Kate said softly, her heart breaking at the thought of shattering Yuna's world. "They're hurt, and they're in the hospital right now, getting the help they needs."

Tears welled up in Yuna's eyes as she clutched her doll tightly, her heart aching with a profound sense of loss. In that moment, the world seemed to crumble around her, and the reality of her mother/father's absence began to sink in.

"But... but Mama/Papa promised they'd come back, right?" Yuna choked out, her voice breaking as she struggled to hold back tears. "They said they'd bring me donuts today... they can't be... they can't..."

Kate fought back tears, mustering all the strength she had. "Yuna! I'm sure the doctors are doing everything they can to help them! But it's important for you to know that they loves you very much, and they want you to be strong and brave while they recover."

A flicker of fear crossed Yuna's face, and she clutched her doll tightly. "Can I see mommy/daddy?"

Kate's heart sank. She knew the truth had to be told, no matter how painful it was. "Sweetheart, I'm so sorry, but right now, your mommy/daddy needs to rest and get better. The doctors won't let visitors in. But you can send them your love and thoughts, and they'll feel them, I promise."

Tears welled up in Yuna's eyes, and she buried her face in the safety of Kate's arms. "I want my mommy/daddy, Kate. I miss her/him."

Kate enveloped Yuna in a warm embrace, her own eyes filling with tears. "I know, sweetheart. I know it's incredibly hard. Your Mama/Papa loved you very much, and they'll always be in your heart."

As Yuna clung to her, seeking comfort, Kate whispered a silent prayer for strength and guidance. She knew that the road ahead would be filled with challenges, but she was determined to be there for Yuna, to support her, and to help her navigate the difficult journey of healing and acceptance. She was only a little girl and she had lost her only parent. Isn't Y/n's family full of abusive people? Yuna will be in danger for sure..

Kate hold Yuna tightly in her arms, as she embrace the little girl and whispering comforting words to her.

'I promise to protect your daughter for you, Y/n..'

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ASTROLOGY OBSERVATIONS

Heeey! It's been agesss and I haven't done something in a while. I thought it's about time I give astrology observations a try since I've been into astrology for years yet I never posted about it or about what I've gathered so there goes!

Disclaimer: these are simply personal observations.They're things I observed around me from people and their charts to things regarding my own charts and self that I've analyzed so it may not resonate. With that put aside, hope you enjoy!

🎐If someone's sun falls in your 4th house, this can cause a lot of triggers since the 4th house is the house of roots, childhood and family so wounds in regards to these themes could resurface. These people might feel close like family too or like home, yet trigger many suppressed issues within . Ex : My mom and I have our sun signs in each other's 4th house and we have this up and down relationship where we sometimes feel so close and like we understand each other deeply, yet we get triggered by each other through the simplest of interactions and disagreements

🎐Neptune in 7th natal or transit as well as in the solar return chart can bring out themes such as rose -colored glasses in relationships and close connections, lacking boundaries or having a hard time understanding the concept of boundaries. Neptune in 5th might deal with similar themes too but with emphasis on Romantic connections

🎐 I'll need to clarify with more people but there's something about Scorpio risings and being left handed 😐 I'm a Scorpio rising and left handed myself as well as my dad and two more people and I don't know the connection behind it yet

🎐Chiron in 12th and the blur over pain : D this might manifest into the individual feeling triggered by things without being able to sense the root of the reason and it's because the 12th house blurs everything from the conscious eye . Its like this metaphorical apparition that keeps following you without making itself clear. Another reason could be that the trauma comes not from this lifetime but a past one. Many deep wounds I had to heal from in my healing journey turned out to root from previous life times

🎐 If someone's natal Saturn is at 0 , it either means they have reset karma by breaking a major karmic cycle in their recent past life or that this is their first incarnation on earth

🎐Another clue in my opinion for if this is someone's first or one of the first incarnations on earth is if their chart has an emphasis on the deeper and spiritual aspect . Ex : North Node in Ninth, Sagittarius placements and degrees, Saturn in Ninth, Sun at 0° degree, Saturn at 0° and the reason for that is that it signifies a soul that is just starting to learn and experience their way through life

On the contrary, Sun and Saturn at 29° might signify the ending of a long karmic cycle as well as maturity and having gone through several trials and lessons in life / past lives

🎐 One of the themes of Chiron in Scorpio can be fear of lies and dishonesty, fear of being manipulated and of hidden truth since Scorpio rules mystery and the hidden, and as Chiron rules wounds and trauma, the native usually does go through themes of lies and manipulation in their life

🎐 I've read before that having an empty house can mean you've mastered this house and that you can access it easily, yet I've noticed its usually the house or themes we tend to overlook, be unaware of or even bury or take for granted due to the focus being solely on the houses with the most placements and aspects

🎐Leo MC and Aquarius IC and the paradox between desiring to be seen and out there and getting triggered when you're under the spot light or seen in any way. The contrast between desiring attention as well as social groups vs needing so much space and alone time or to 'hide'

🎐Saturn in Aquarius natal could make someone prone to people - pleasing tendencies; since their karmic lesson is to learn to exist unapologetically and daringly in the world, the native would be prone to fear of existing authentically first or having a presence which would lead to trying to fit in with what the crowd wants to see regardless of whether it feels good to them or not

🎐personally, for those into spirituality : An indication of a spiritual awakening in a solar return chart could indicate Pisces and\ or Scorpio rising, Chiron in first, Pluto in 7th or 11th, as well as placements in the 8th and 12th like sun and north node in 12th or Uranus in 8th

🎐 to add to the previous note, sun in 8th transit and solar return is such an ego death placement. You're forced to face shadow aspects within you that you might have resisted or turned a blind eye to for some time

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From Ritual to Incarnation

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Anger

"For its time as a mortal, Anger chose a shell of boiling rock." —*Scroll of Beginnings*

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Devoa x Incarnation S/S 2024 Boots

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The Magic of the Womb

𝐀 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 , 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐦. 𝐀 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐩𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 , 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 , 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐜 𝐠𝐨, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈. 𝐖𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐏𝐇𝐃𝐬 , 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐀 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐛 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝟗 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬, 𝟗 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐯𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 , 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡, 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐚 𝐜𝐲𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐥 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐲. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 .

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐝, 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐬, 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩, 𝐮𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 . 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡, 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦, 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭. 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 , 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥, 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐦𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 , 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬, 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬, 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧, 𝐧𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬. 𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝟑 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐨, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 ( 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 ) 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝 . 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝟑 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲.

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝟑 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥, 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 . 𝐒𝐨 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 , 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 , 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 , 𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐠 ,𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞/𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 . 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐦𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐚𝐜 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐢𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐜 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭����𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐲 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲. 𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐛, 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐮𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐦 , 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐢𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐜 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝 , 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 . 𝐒𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐱 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 . 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐲 , 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝟑 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐬 . 

𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐦 . 𝐖𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 , 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐛. 𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐛 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐮𝐬. 𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 , 𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭, 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭, 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞.

𝐖𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞 , 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 , 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐬 ( 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦) 𝐍𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭, 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡. 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝; 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞 . 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 . 

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Shakespeare said that art is a mirror held up to nature. And that's what it is. The nature is your nature, and all of these wonderful poetic images of mythology are referring to something in you. When your mind is trapped by the image out there so that you never make the reference to yourself, you have misread the image. The inner world is the world of your requirements and your energies and your structure and your possibilities that meets the outer world. And the outer world is the field of your incarnation. That's where you are. You've got to keep both going. As Novalis said, 'The seat of the soul is there where the inner and outer worlds meet.

— Joseph Campbell

#joseph campbell #shakespeare #quote #art #mirror #nature #poetry #mythology #inner world #outer world #feeling #thinking #projection #perception #manifestation #experience #incarnation #reincarnation #novalis #seat of the soul #soul

[bigboy-lovers-unite]

Im sorry all I can think of when I look at Julian Kostov is how much he looks like the incarnation of a sugar cookie

#cod mw2 #cod #cod mw3 #vladimir makarov #cod spoilers #cod makarov #julian kostov #sugar cookies #incarnation #i am not wrong #tell me otherwise

[fierysword]

God needed women for survival. Before Jesus fed us with the bread and the wine, the body and the blood, Jesus himself needed to be fed, by a woman. He needed a mother to say: “This is my body, given for you.”

Rachel Held Evans

#Rachel held evans #incarnation #Mary #women in the bible

[vickyis-o]

Sadhguru: When we say Krishna, the essence of who he is, he is an irrepressible child, a terrible prankster, an enchanting flute player, a graceful dancer, an irresistible lover, a truly valiant warrior, a ruthless vanquisher of his foes, a man who left a broken heart in every home, an astute statesman and kingmaker, a thorough gentleman, a yogi of the highest order, and the most colorful incarnation.

Krishna has been seen, perceived, understood and experienced in many different ways by different people. For example, in Duryodhana’s words, Krishna is a “smiling rogue if there ever was one. He can eat, he can drink, he can sing, he can dance. He can make love, he can fight, he can gossip with old women, and play with little children. Who says he’s God?” That was Duryodhana’s perception

Krishna’s childhood lover Radhe, who became so big that you cannot talk of Krishna without Radhe – we don’t say “Krishna Radhe,” we say, “Radhe Krishna” – she said, “Krishna is with me. He is always with me wherever he is. Whoever he is with, he is still with me.” That was her perception.

Krishna leela

#desiblr #desi tumblr #desi aesthetic #just desi things #aesthetic #janmashtami #radhekrishna #desi dark academia #dark academia #vishnu #incarnation #desi tag

[blessedarethebinarybreakers]

I’m trying to come back to Christianity after deconstructing and your blog has been a great help to me, but I still struggle with the phrase “Jesus died for our sins.” I feel like it places undue responsibility on people who had nothing to do with his death. How is it possible that he died for my sins when I didn’t even exist 2,000 years ago?? Or am I taking the phrase too literally?

Hey there, I feel you! I know of so many people who, especially as young children, were made to feel a lot of guilt over the idea that "Jesus died for your sins." And that's a problem, especially seeing as Jesus came to liberate us from our guilt, and to invite us into full and mutual relationship with him.

While the dominant Christianities that exist in our culture/s right now don't like to acknowledge it, there have always been many different ways of understanding what happened on the cross and how salvation "works." So if this phrasing does harm rather than good for you, there are many other ways to understand salvation!

One that resonates most with me is a view of salvation that doesn't focus solely upon what happened on the cross, but instead takes the entire Incarnation into account. In her book Inspired (which is such a fabulous read, especially for folks working to reconnect with Christianity & scripture), Rachel Held Evans sums this idea up well:

Jesus didn’t just “come to die.” Jesus came to live—to teach, to heal, to tell stories, to protest, to turn over tables, to touch people who weren’t supposed to be touched and eat with people who weren’t supposed to be eaten with, to break bread, to pour wine, to wash feet, to face temptation, to tick off the authorities, to fulfill Scripture, to forgive, to announce the start of a brand-new kingdom, to show us what that kingdom is like, to show us what God is like, to love his enemies to the point of death at their hands, and to beat death by rising from the grave. Jesus did not simply die to save us from our sins; Jesus lived to save us from our sins. His life and teachings show us the way to liberation. But you can’t fit all that on a bumper sticker.

For God so loved the world, They took on human flesh. Jesus's whole life was lived in love for us, for you — all the joys and connections that contained, not just the pain and death.

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Another thing that I always stress, and that you point out in your ask, is that we have to be careful when we discuss who's responsible for Jesus's death. Otherwise we end up with people blaming Jewish people, or scared little kids, or even God for his death.

Ultimately, it was human beings in a very specific context, and imbued with systemic power, who enabled and carried out his execution: Roman soldiers acting on behalf of the Roman Empire. Jesus died because corrupt human powers cannot stand for the Good News of liberation and abundant life for all peoples. He died in ultimate solidarity with all who are similarly oppressed or executed across history.

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It's reeeally long so sorry in advance, but if you're interested in an exploration of theologies of the cross, I've got a YouTube video on the topic! If you don't have the time or inclination to watch it all, the parts I most recommend for you are:

(13:01 - 21:54) Delores Williams & Historical Consequence — paying attention to real-world impact; don't use cross to justify suffering

(1:21:41 - 1:27:00) Theologies that look at Jesus' whole life, not just death, starting with Jesus as Moral Influence/Exemplar

1:42:54 - 2:00:00) The Cross as Solidarity — Christ becomes one with all who suffer unjust / systemic violence — on the cross, God knows godforsakeness — good news for oppressors as well as oppressed

If you check out the PowerPoint linked in the video notes, you'll also find links and resources in that :)

Finally, you might want to wander through my #crucifixion tag or #sin tag for more related to your question.

Wishing you well on your journey, anon! May the Spirit of Love guide you into healing and wholeness <3

#new to christianity #<not really but this is good info for folks who are new / reconnecting #theologies of the cross #salvation #jesus died for you #crucifixion #incarnation

[apenitentialprayer]

[T]he fact that Christ is there even when you're fallen is the condition of your salvation.

Treydon Linot

#Incarnation #Jesus Christ #Christianity #Orthodox Christianity #suffering #sorrow #sin #salvation #compassion

[lyndentree63]

Speaking of Advent and Burrow's End which is the most unholy mashup but anyways. I can't stop thinking about how some of the themes of Burrow's End are about 'what makes us human' and how Phoebe is the most fucked up version of incarnation you've ever seen.

#dimension 20 #burrow's end #burrow's end spoilers #advent #somebody get the advent mashups away from me STAT #incarnation #advent but make it horror #oh no what has my brain DONE #I think I have analogied to close to the sun

[mtg-cards-hourly]

Hostility

Artist: Omar Rayyan TCG Player Link Scryfall Link EDHREC Link

#mtg #magic the gathering #tcg #$0.21 #omar rayyan #hostility #commander 2015 #creature #elemental #incarnation

[funstealer]

Incarnation Horse Leather Jacket

#Incarnation #F