#religion in the wizarding world fascinates me! love to see people’s thoughts! the reason i don’t focus on it so much is bc of my own

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Her Little Garthy

Fandom: Fantasy High

Rating: K

Genre: General

Summary:  In which a previous Ayda gains her child.

Words: 2097

Disclaimer: I do not own Fantasy High.

AN: So, Garthy specifically stated that they were from Zajiri celestials, and they’re a half orc. While Ayda could be their bio mother, Ayda has also said in her notes that she hasn’t been in love with anyone for at least the last three lifetimes, spanning the last 150 years. Garthy is nowhere near that old, and Ayda is half phoenix, not related to the Zajiri at all, while Garthy also exhibits no bird-like features. So, best conclusion is adopted families and with the cuteness of Jawbone adopting Adaine, this went ahead and popped out as well.

Ayda Aguefort legitimately wasn’t used to people being inside of her library. Other than Roland, who she had hired many, many years ago as a young man, it was common for her to pass her many days reading and writing and studying without seeing a single other soul. Silence, broken only by the sound of her quill on paper and the rustle of pages, the occasional thunk as she dropped a book back into place, her hands getting a bit too old for the larger of them.

It was nice, in a way. She was old, early fifties by her count, as inaccurate as it was, since she didn’t have an exact date of her last reincarnation. The person she had hired, according to her notes, to take care of her had skipped out when she was young, leaving Roland for the task he was woefully unprepared for. But he had taught her to read and write and use the magic within her, all the things her absent father should have done, so she was grateful, to him and for the silence. She knew she was off, knew something about her seemed strange to others, and so she accepted and enjoyed the silence for what it was.

Except, now, there was an orc woman standing in her library. Clearly suffering from exhaustion, weakened by some unknown affliction Ayda would have to study later, and, most obvious and concerning, coated in blood both her own and not. Her clothes were tattered, clearly showing signs of the fight she had most likely been in just a short while before, especially since her sword was still dripping blood onto the wood of Ayda’s library.

She was also cradling an infant in her other arm, another thing that intrigued Ayda, but that would have to wait for further examination.

“Please,” the orc woman said, holding out the infant to Ayda. “Please, take her.”

Ayda had had very little interaction with children in this life, though a previous one who had made children of various species their subject of investigation had left incredibly detailed notes. So she knew how to cradle the child’s head with her elbow, keeping the infant face up so it could breathe, the runes on her arms flaring slightly to produce the extra heat something so small would most certainly need.

It was so tiny. Fascinating.

“Do you require assistance?” Ayda asked once she had made sure the child was secure, her mind content that said task was complete. “I am not a healer, but I can escort you to-“

“No,” the orc woman said, even as she unsteadily lowered herself to the floor. “No, please, just, let’s just stay inside. No one will bother us here.”

Ayda wanted to ask what the orc woman meant, but there was also part of her that could take a very well-educated guess as to what she was talking about. Ayda was considered weird here on the Leviathan, an anomaly, a magic user amongst all of the pirates that focused on swords and their primitive miniature cannons. Sure, there were some pirates that knew a bit of magic, enough to call up a wind to fill their sails, or those druids who were trying to grow a garden on the north western side of the city, but nothing like her.

There was nothing like her anywhere.

Except, to an extent, the infant she was now holding in her arms.

It was clear the child was a celestial, probably from one of the angelic fiends that inhabited orcish religions. Zajiri, if she had to take a guess, though she would have to reexamine the child and compare the brief mental notes she had taken to the books she knew she had, second floor, twelfth row on the left side of the library. Maybe she could convince the mother to let her borrow the child for a bit, later, when she wasn’t slowly leaking a large puddle of blood.

“Are you sure you do not require assistance? I am available to help if you require it.” For, of course, a fair and reasonable price, but Ayda had been taught to not bring that up when someone was in obvious danger. It was rude, and could potentially hold up events that needed to happen at a quicker pace.

Still, the orc woman shook her head.

“No, I’m alright,” the woman said. She took a few deep breathes, placed her hand over her lower stomach, and the puddle of blood stopped growing as a low light glowed from her hand. A healer, then. “I just needed somewhere safe to rest for a bit.” She stopped for a moment, looked at Ayda. “I’ve heard what you can do. What kind of person you are. Figured you wouldn’t hurt a baby, and could maybe help ward off those who would.”

Ayda gave a jerky nod of her head, adjusting her arm as her shoulder started to feel sore. She disliked violence, though she was well versed in quite a number of spells to protect herself and her library as necessary. She had actually just been working on one a short while before, to help with the unraveling of someone’s very essence. A work in progress, but it showed promise.

“Your child is a celestial.” A statement, though perhaps with the slightest bit of a question behind it.

“As are you,” the orc woman said back, giving a small shrug. “Don’t know what you are,” she added, “but mine at least isn’t a bird.”

Ayda gave a squawk of laughter, finding humor in the orc woman’s statement, she following with a chuckle of her own shortly after.

“It’s funny, because I’m only part bird, and your child doesn’t seem to have any bird within them,” Ayda explained, the orc woman giving a nod at her explanation. No other words, but still the nod made her feel warm inside, at least for a moment. “Is that why you came here, because of our shared heritage from the celestial realms? If you’re looking for information on your child’s legacy, I could be of some service.”

A shake of the head, the orc woman’s previous brief smile disappearing. “You’re strong, right?”

Another jerky nod from Ayda.

“Strong enough to protect a baby, if anyone should try to harm it?”

Another jerky nod, though this one with confusion.

“I am not sure why anyone would try to harm a child, especially in the presence of a wizard, but if you need my help keeping this one safe, I would be happy to help. Do you require this assistance?”

“Good,” the orc woman said. After another moment of sitting, she forced herself to rise, Ayda rising with her, not even aware of when she had sat on the floor to be face to face with this strange orc woman, the child still in her hands. “Look,” the orc woman continued, stretching out the soreness in her muscles that remained even after the healing, “there some asshole out there, James Whitclaw or some shit, who wants to eat my baby’s brains. Kidnapped me from my ship when the word got out that I was birthing something special, thinks it might help him become king or something someday. I’ll be damned before I let that bastard touch that skull, but I’m badly outnumbered. I won’t ask you to come with me, but no one will try to take my baby from you here. Will you watch her until I come back?”

Ayda paused for a moment, looking down at the child in her arms. Sleeping soundly, maybe a few hours old, still wrinkly and that weird newborn orcish green before it settled into its permanent shade.

“Will you allow me to research your child during this time, until you return for it?”

The orc woman snorted and nodded her agreement. “Thought you might say that, from what I’ve heard of ya.”

“Then by the seven seas and the twelve stars and the nine hells, I will care for your child as my own until you have returned to claim it.” Ayda’s runes flared as she spoke her oath, the orc woman satisfied with that response.

“Let me see her real quick then,” the orc woman said, holding out her arms. Ayda was careful handing the child over, watching curiously as the orc woman sniffed the infant’s head, held it close to her chest, and placed a quick kiss on its forehead, causing it to coo and murmur in its sleep.

A brief pang of jealousy, that Ayda quickly forgot about as the child was returned to her care.

“Garthy,” the orc woman said as she reached the door, not turning back. “The babe’s name is Garthy O’Brien.” And with that the orc woman was gone, sword on her should, prepared to go make the world a safer place for her child.

Ayda leaned down as the door closed shut and sniffed the infant’s head, her eyebrow raising as she smelled the strange scent the newborn gave off. Not the various odors one expected from a child, pleasant but not overly so. Fascinating.

“Well, Garthy,” Ayda said as she headed towards the stairs, shifting the child in her arms to a more comfortable position, “I have promised your mother that I would care for you as if you were my own. While I have never had children, as far as my knowledge of my past lives allows me, you are now legally mine until your mother returns. An hour? Maybe two? That should be enough time for me to study you, get a sense of your origins.”

At some point during her statement, one of Garthy’s large eye slid open, looking up at Ayda with sleep and curiosity in equal measures. Curious pupils, a wonderful color, just hinting at the mystic within the child, just waiting to be found.

Ayda leaned down and kissed Garthy on the forehead, the child quickly lulled back to sleep by the warmth of her runes, safe and warm until its mother returned.

***

Ayda Augefort legitimately wasn’t used to people being inside of her library. Other than Roland, who she had hired many, many years ago as a young man, it was common for her to pass her many days reading and writing and studying without seeing a single other soul. Other than, of course, her child, Garthy. A health ten years old, if she had to guess, though half orc aasimars weren’t her specialty, they were happy to spend their time sitting with her in her library, handing her the books that her hands were too old for, taking notes for when her eyes were beginning to fail her.

She hadn’t been the best of mothers, of course. She had been woefully unprepared for the challenges of raising a child, especially one that had been left with her by an orc woman in the middle of the night, once for the child to be left for what Ayda had to presume was the rest of their lives. The orc woman had never come back, and knowing the Leviathan and a smattering of statistics, it was highly unlikely she ever would.

But Ayda had taught Garthy how to read and write and how to use the magic within them, had learned to cook more then just a basic sandwich to feed her new child, and had even considered reaching out to Arthur to let him know about his new grandchild, though she had lost the nerve just before she had. So far she had given them all of the love that she could, in her own strange way of showing it, and Garthy was happy and healthy and seemed to be doing alright.

And by the seven seas and the twelve stars and the nine hells, until the day her next reincarnation was to come, she would make sure that was the case. She loved her little child, the small creature that had so quickly grown from the squalling infant, her little Garthy, and even in her next life, she would make sure that Ayda loved them too.

(And she would, even without the notes reminding her to love Garthy with all her heart, to love her child she couldn’t remember, Ayda would love them. Because Garthy would teach her how to reach and write and use the magic within her, and would love her with all of their heart, and even before Ayda could do so, as Garthy picked her newborn form out of the ashes, Ayda would love them.)

#Fantasy High #Ayda Aguefort #Garthy O'brien #Dimension 20 #fanfiction

[official-ilvermorny]

Ilvermorny sorting game @pukwudgieKitchen

@pukwudgiekitchen’s answers:

Hogwarts House and why you feel an affinity: Ravenclaw. Although I feel I could actually fit in any house, Above all I value intellectual curiosity. Whenever I hear my self say “I don’t know”, I make it my business to find out. I have been known to spend hours following a question down all the rabbit holes it leads. Ravenclaw ecnourages all types of thought. Eccentricity and creative processes are not suppressed. I often work out problems in very unorthodox ways and have been called “kooky” a few times. The Tower location of the Dorms also appeals to my tendancy to dream. A window seat gazing out on the school grounds sounds like the perfect way to inspire thought. Also Ravenclaw are humble even if plain spoken at times.

*Patronus form and why you think it accurate: Ragdoll cat. It’s spot on!! Cats are my favorite animals. I have 2 male cats. They are intelligent, exquisitley agile and very capable hunters. I find that many people irrationaly fear cats and as a result cats are often treated badly. Cats choose owners, not the other way around. They are very intuative and can be stubborn. You learn patience and are rewarded when they are happy and well taken care of. Cats always maintain a bit of the wild in them. They are soft and fluffy predators. I like that about them.

Wand details: Beechwood, Dragon heartstring core, 12 ¾ in, brittle flexibilty

*Which of the following do you most trust when making decisions, and why: logic, intuition, instincts, or emotions? I use them all. The situation will dictate. If I have an overwhelming sense of something I will go with that. If nothing is pressing, I will think it through carefully. If instinct kicks in, I stick with that. I don’t believe there are hard fast rules for most situations. Adapatability is always your best tool.

Which class would you most like to take at Ilvermorny and why? Herbology. Because it is Magick for everyfolk. Learning how to cultivate and use plants for healing and nuturing is immensley important. Being able to help cure the sick, ailing and to nourish with healthy and comforting food is a wonderful gift to share with people and creatures.

What No-Maj career would/do you follow in life and why? I have been a dental assistant. Helping patients maintain and attain beautiful healthy smiles was very rewarding. Holding the hand of a nervous patient or seeing tears in the eyes of a patient who hasn’t smiled in years, shows that things we take for granted can be of great help or life changing for others.

What wizarding career would you like to follow and why? Apothocary. I’d like to think that my potions, lotions, tinctures and teas would be of superior quality and therefore very beneficial to the community and profitable to boot.

It’s summer break! What is your ideal way to spend it? Traveling. Different regions. Learning first hand about other cultures, food, history. Seeing ancient ruins, walking thru ancestral woods. Looking into the eyes of the world inhabitants.

Do you prefer to learn hard facts, or to think about abstract concepts? Both. facts are important in most cases. It help you get to truths. But abstract thought is for dreamers. They are innovators and inventors. Both are necessary in a balanced mind.

You discover that a close friend of yours has been bullying someone. What do you do? Immediately confront them. find out their reason for the behavior. Bullying is never ok and It’s unacceptable. It won’t be pretty.

What do you do when stressed? be alone. breathe. clean. cook.

What do you do when angry? rage! I give the deserving party a tongue lashing. The room usually clears out by then. I plot revenge and destruction. I stay alone until I calm down and decide against bad behaviors.

What do you do when sad? be alone. breathe. clean. cook. thru tears. Try not to think about the very many close people I have lost in my life. Pray that those here find peace,health and happiness.

What do you do when happy? laugh, smile. sing, dance, talk . Decorate. Host parties in my home.

What is your greatest fear? It’s that I don’t really have one. I have no idea what a boggart would look like to me. Perhaps myself.

What would Amortentia smell like to you? leather, wet grass, soap and flowers

*How do you spend your free time? I travel and Plan to travel. I find it very helpful to always have something to look forward too. It’s very rewarding to have your trip go very well. There are always bound to be a few mishaps an adventures, but it all part of the expierence.

*What extracurriculars do/did you engage in?  Mythological Studies.  Myths are the ancient religions. It’s fascinating how people have consistently sough to explain the world around them. Also Wiccan Workshops They were a wonderful introduction to mordern witches and their practices.

*Which Ilvermorny House do you feel a strongest affinity to and why?  That’s hard. I feel a pull in all 4 directions. Pukwudgie would seem the most appropriate at first glance. With healing, cooking, comfort and serving the community. But those closest to me know I have a warrior spirit. I know pain, loss and perserverance. I speak up often and loud for what I belive to be right. I protect those I love fiercely. So I feel a fire lit for Wampus House. Plus, the whole Cat thing.  I am also known as a restless spirit. Always looking to explore and understand more about the world. Thunderbird House would put me amongst kindred spirits.  On the other hand Knowledge is Power, it is confidence and understanding. Horned Serpent house would be a good fit as well. I leave it to the Mystical Beasts to Choose..

I believe you would be in Horned Serpent! You have a unique curiosity of the world around you. It intrigues you. So, in response, you study. You search for the answer to why is this like this? because if you can understand it, you can have that deeper understanding. This is the mark of a true Scholar – of a true Horned Serpent! Your way of studying the world does not seem the traditional sense of "going to the library," and yet, it certainly does show a strong, scholarly mind.

You use your mind in everything you do. In fact, you said that which Cognition you use depends on the situation – which means that you even used your mind to determine this! Your mind is certainly your strong suit, because with it, you can help those around you and change the world for good. A wand of beech says that you are wise and open-minded – this truly fits with the rest of your answers, and shows your Serpent shining through! As you say, knowledge is power, and the way to unlock the mysteries that so intrigue you.

So although I agree that you would do well in any of the Houses, I do think that Horned Serpent is the best for you! Welcome to the House of the Mind!

~Prefect Selwyn

[iamacolor]

We met at the library (A Yousana HP AU)- Part5

Hello everyone!!! Sorry for taking so long to post this new chapter! As today we celebrate the 20th anniversary of Harry Potter being first published, I thought it would be a fitting day to publish it! This chapter is dedicated to @chrisana who was looking ofrward to it, I hope you like it!

There’s less banter and flriting in this chaper and more heavy talk so I hope you still like it, tell me what you think. If you don’t like reading on Tumblr, you can find it here on Ao3

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She’s standing at the entrance of the pitch waiting for him.

He’s 3 minute late. Not that she’s counting or anything but he said 4 and it’s 4:03 so he’s late. She’s wondering how this is actually going to work. She has never played Quidditch with anyone but her team and her family. And even in her family it has mostly been Elias and sometimes one or two cousins.

She looks back on the last few weeks wondering how her relationship with Yousef reached that point. It feels as though they’ve been close since that day when he sat next to her. It’s like they connected immediately, they were familiar with each other since the very beginning. Like they had been friends before and reconnected or as if they were meant to be. At that thought, Sana corrected herself immediately “There’s no such things as “meant to be”, we just work well together.”

She finally sees him arriving on the pitch with sports gear and a broom in his hand. She feels a little warm all of a sudden. She has seen him before in casual clothes which she thought suit him very well, like his uniform, but there’s something about sport gear that just...makes her excited to play Quidditch, that’s all! Nothing more to think about or feel. Just two friends playing sports and one of them looking very...sporty. That’s the word.

He apologizes for being a little late and she tells him that she doesn’t mind. As soon as they’re both in the air, on their broom, it feels natural. She can see that even if he doesn’t play Quidditch regularly, he is a natural. The way he stands on the broom, the way he holds the Quaffle. That should be interesting, she thinks, let’s see what he’s got.

For the training, Yousef, taking his role of coach very seriously (which is very cute thinks Sana before reminding herself that she is here to improve her game not review Yousef and his skills), suggests that they start doing little exercises. They begin by doing a few laps around the pitch, throwing passes at each other, throwing the Quaffle as far as possible and speed up to catch it before the other. When they starts focusing on the “proper training” as he calls it, He's playing keeper to help her and Sana is surprised to find that he's quite good. Not good enough to stop her from scoring more than twice (which is already a lot as Sana is an amazign chaser and she knows it). Sana founds herself having a lot of fun. She’s enjoying seeing playing Quidditch this way, just the two of us, no full team with a captain and a loud whistle, just the two of them. She is also enjoying very much the freedom she feels with Yousef. Most of the times they’ve spent together they were either talking or studying or talking about studying. Playing Quiddich is new for them but she feels that it is only bringing them closer. It’s pure fun, no reflexion and she laughs a lot at his failed attempts to distract her. With each pass, it becomes more a game of teasing and trying to distract the other than an actual game of Quidditch. She loves playing Quidditch for the competition but she also loves flying and playing with Yousef is bringing this pleasure back.

At one point, after they’ve spent about half an hour playing, Yousef sees Sana stop in midair and reach for her pocket. She gets her wand out and when he sees the light coming out of the wand and sees how it vibrates, he understands immediately what it means. It’s time for Sana to pray. It’s time for Asr. He should have thought about that, he knew it was coming as it used to happened to him all the time, but he completely lost track of time as they were playing. He didn’t expect them to play for that long and in his mind he still wishes that they could stay longer. He loved playing Quidditch with her, seeing her having so much fun with him, seeing her fly and flying with her as well as laughing with her. But now they have to stop. He flies up to her and says:

- I’ll walk you back to the castle.

- What? No you don’t have to. It’s ok.

- Sana, I have no reason to be on the pitch if you’re not on it. I’ll walk you back.

She nods and they land near the stands. They walk to the locker rooms so that Sana can put her broom in place and Yousef, who’s been using of of the school’s broom, puts his in the right closet as well.

As they are leaving the pitch he says:

- Sorry for keeping you on the pitch so long, I didn’t see time passing by and I forgot the time for prayer was coming up.

- Hey it’s alright, I lost track of time as well, we were playing quite...intensely

- More like fooling around you mean!

- True, we weren’t really playing Quidditch by the end!

She takes a pause then asks:

- You said you forgot the time for prayer was coming up, are you…?

- Muslim? Uh, it’s complicated. I don’t really know to be honest. But it’s been a long time since I’ve last prayed.

- Oh, ok, that’s alright.

There’s a silence then, she asks:

- May I ask why it’s complicated?

She asks him that question with a voice so soft it makes him want to tell her all about his doubts and fears and regrets and pain and hopes and everything that’s in his heart because he honestly feels as though she would understand. She would listen and she would understand. But of course, he can’t just poor his heart out to her in the middle of the park, can he? He tries to keep it simple and replies:

- I am the only wizard in a Muslim family full of Muggles. My parents were really shocked to learn that magic was real and so was I. And so ever since I’ve arrived here I have had a lot of troubles trying to make the two of them, religion and magic, fit together. And no one in my family really understands so I feel a bit lost and I just have so many questions and so little answers.

- What kind of questions?

- Uhm, well I guess the biggest one would be “Why magic,”, why make magic a thing? Why allow some people to have magic and so many other to not even know it exists? Why should wizard hide? How does magic fits in in the creation of this world? In the texts I’ve studied as a child? I just… wish I had some answers, that’s all. And I don’t have them so I feel lost and it’s been a while since I’ve last felt like praying.

So much for not pouring his heart out to her in the middle of the park. She replies:

- You know, I come from a Muslim family as well. Everyone is a Muslim. And everyone is a wizard as well. My grand parents on both my father and my mother side were children of Muggles who decided to stay true to their faith when they arrived to school. I grew up in a family where magical theories and religion were discussed all the time. I suppose that made it easier for me to make these two things exist together because for me, they are so tight. I used to be fascinated by science as a kid. I wanted to learn everything there was in your world, the Muggle one I mean. I was obsessed with science with the intricacy of the universe, the beauty of the world that had been created and that we are lucky enough to live in. When I arrived at Hogwarts, I found that magic only made the world more interesting and fascinating, more beautiful.

- So where I doubted, you became more faithful?

- Well that’s one way to see it , I suppose. I know you’re wondering why magic isn’t universal and to me it’s a matter of finding balance in this world. Not everyone is rich, not everyone can talk or walk, not everyone has a good health, not everyone has magic. We are not on earth to say what God’s intentions are so I decided to be thankful for what I had been given and to make the most of it.

How can someone be so thoughtful and wise at only fifteen years old? He is seventeen and he is absolutely lost when it comes to these matters and here she is telling him calmly about her views on this world and magic and religion. Sana Bakkoush is something else, he thinks. She has something special and the way she smiles when talking about feeling grateful and how much she loves science and magic makes him smile as well. It feels good to finally talk about it with someone and the fact that it is her makes it all the more special. He doesn’t feel judged or bad for not having her capacity to have her faith in something bigger. He feels quite at ease actually, he feels comfortable with her.

He doesn’t know what to say and by the smile she gives him, he can see that she understands. She seems to be thinking intensely as well and they stay silent for a while. It is not an awkward silence, more of a I-am-silent-with-you-not-because-I-don’t-want-to-talk-but-because-with-you-by-my-side-I-don’t-have-to-talk-to-feel-connected-to-you.

They arrive in the hall of the castle shortly afterward and he is surprised when instead of walking towards the tower,  she takes the stairs to the left.

- Where are you going? Isn’t the tower the other way?

- The tower yes, the prayer room, no.

- Oh that’s right! The prayer room!

He hasn't gone for so long, he almost forgot where it was and to be honest he almost forgot it existed. It is quite a recent room as for a long time religion was not mentioned at hogwarts and he remember being so exited about it when it opened in his second year. But now it has been almost a year since he last went there. He hesitates for a little bit before following her. He remembers the path perfectly now and he walks by her side. She doesn’t asks hm question and he’s thankful for that. When they reach the door to the room, she opens it and looks at him with a quizzing look as if she was asking him if he wanted to come inside. He stares at her for a few seconds before signaling no with his head. She simply smiles and walk inside the room. He will wait for her. He sits next to the door.

After this first session, they play quidditch many more times together. Sometimes, it ends up in a speed race or a who-can-throw-the-quaffle-the-further game. It becomes more than training, it's an evasion, a way to blow off some steam, to let out the stress and the pressure. They keep on playing even when Sana’s left throws are absolutely perfect. They most often go after their study sessions and come back exhausted to their dorms but with the biggest smiles on their faces because they both don’t think that anything can feel as good as spending all this time together.

#skam #Sana bakkoush #Yousef acar #yousana #my writing #carrot trash squad #posting it just before midnight lol #i don't know what this is but have it anyway

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AFFIRMING YOUR BIAS

A DEFAULT MODE NETWORK

Apparently 100 seconds to midnight....not enough time to run to shelters, boil an egg or have sex, unless you are a rabbit. '2020'...One of those gathering years when conspiracies appear very real and laughing at the credulous takes a back-seat on the bus to seeing the utter plausibility of   paranoid imaginings. Logic looks coldly and clearly at  irrational fear and starts to doubt its own sanity. Ah ha, ha haa...

Brexit parties hard in London as we dance towards the 'golden age' that Boris has promised (and it is not as if he has ever lied or exaggerated about important things very often before). British Pride at its best, posters already up in the tower blocks ordering the foreigners to speak English. The Leavers seem unclear on the point that having given the EU an enema and left ourselves at the mercy of unbalanced American business deals to be signed over a barrel, (arf) we are also signed up to the  AIIB, the Ancient Illuminated...(ahem, excuse me) the Asian Infrastructure Investment Bank. Well, wouldn't you rather be ordered about by China and lose your sovereignty to the Communist Party? The ones who harvest organs from the living, run concentration camps and massacre their own students. All the UK 'nationalist fascists' (those either in denial or proud of it) don't seem to mind that much, as long as Europe is not telling us what to do. 'We're gonna take back control of our borders'. Yeah right. Nice British compromise over Huawei eh? Meanwhile...

Reading about the Social Credit System in China and wondering how long before other more democratic countries take this idea up. Remembering Zappa in Joe's Garage dystopian album in 79, warning teens not, to do anything which could affect their parent's credit rating...well, in freer countries, the SCS could mean lack of access to various jobs, not being able to borrow money, less access to internet, limited acceptance into education, longer prison terms...Communists have a nice punishment for those who disagree with their philosophy...have them sacked, arrested for being unemployed and placed in one of those special detention centres for a 're-education'. The same excrement as has been since 'God' punished Adam and Eve for getting too smart. Do as you are told or else. Be quiet and obedient, listen and follow those in control regardless of whether they seem to be doing good work - and respect your betters especially if they are not. Calm down Dave, peak later.  

Speaking of which...Nice interview with a young British guy who used to belong to the Korean Friendship Association (just the North part) who was expelled last year for asking, during a visit to Cheese Boy's empire 'How come in a Socialist society, the leadership is passed from father to son'? This might seem like a very reasonable question but the bloke was booted out, accused of 'outrageous disrespect' And a 'Colonialist attitude'. Arf. I might well send a letter to the NK embassy in London and ask them if they could clarify this point.

Fnord.

My favourite WTF story for a while was the fascinating tale of an Ethical Vegan in London named Jordi (from Spain) who went to court to prove a claim against his former employers, The League Against Cruel Sports, after he said their pension fund had connections to companies involved with animal testing. They sacked him and he claimed discrimination due to his beliefs. His ideas on the absolute sanctity of animals include not travelling short distances on public transport...in case the bus squishes any birds or insects in its path. Or eating figs in case there are any larvae from wasps still in them. Banknotes which contain animal fat should not be handled. Guide dogs for the blind are offensive due to the exploitation of the animal in serving Humans. Wool, leather and silk are right out. Etc. He won the case. (Sanity is expected to appeal.) The judge ruled that the philosophy of ethical veganism merits the same respect as any religion. Well, why not eh? If folk can accept invisible sky wizards, talking snakes, a boat with all the animals of the world on it, burning bushes and virgins giving birth, why not make a philosophy out of yet another extreme? I will demand the right for pink fluffy unicorns to vote and a million march for mermaids. Oops...Well, flap, roll and flop...Great at fellatio..

At what point does an opinion become 'real'? When it is agreed upon by serious minds and turned into law? Or when focused thought is directed into possibility waves with Will and imagination. 'The magick of our science...' As of yet, there is no proof of a 'God' existing, but millions have died badly due to fervent belief in such and the opinions of clearly imbalanced humans through history.  Thumb sucking, security blanket clutching folk, desperate to justify their unsane behaviour by blaming it on a higher power. God/The Devil made me do it. Sure He did...The Goddess says think for yourself, harm none and do what you Will.

Politically incorrect boys and girls, need some Kuddles, True love falls to fly and rises to crawl, when I think about you I cut myself...Meanwhile again...back to the foul cesspool/ endless comic material of prime ministers and presidents...

'In Reality they are not after me they're after you. I'm just in the way'. No Donald, 'They' are for the people, they are just against you. Usually American presidents follow orders from the industrialist power brokering king makers who financed their campaigns, rather than taking advice and obeying orders from a Russian in Moscow. But that seems about the shape of the last four years. Perhaps Donald is in love with Vladmir, he does seem to admire strong men a little too much. Virtually everything the orange lunatic does in his childish attempts to undo anything Obama did, serves as the longest suck job in history. Someone has access to THAT video in the hotel...'Russia, if you're listening...' Stick it on you tube and give us a good laugh for a change. Nice to see Nancy ripping up the reality tv State of the Union address...(No Republicans, I'm not a Democrat or a Libertarian.)

'YOU CANNOT BE ACQUITTED IF YOU DON'T HAVE A TRIAL AND YOU DON'T HAVE A TRIAL IF YOU DON'T HAVE WITNESSES AND DOCUMENTATION'. Well said Mrs Pelosi.

Does this statement actually seem unreasonable to anyone other than The Duck's hardcore fanatics? The king is naked and a bare faced LIAR, rambling endless deflection and projection. Whenever he accuses someone else of something negative, he reveals the real subject is himself. Whenever he praises himself, his heart means the opposite. 'I am a very stable genius'. Said the deeply unbalanced moron. 'He's crazy, shifty, a liar, weak...' etc etc etc. Reptile, you know what you are. Feel it. But free now for revenge and re-election due to 'the silent, the pliable and the complicit.'

Donald has been spending a lot of time preying on praying Evangelicals and anti abortionists (a 'March for Life'). Smart political move. When such millions of folk are so easy to fool with bullturd, he knows he has a ready made multitude of gullible voters. All he needs to do is to 'align' with them and they are bent over, spread and puckered. (Reminds me of the Christians buying Constantine's shtick.)  Do you suckers really believe anyone who says they agree with you? Don't you expect some genuine display of compassion and peaceful behaviour rather than endless aggression, selfishness, petulance and greed? (I mean, if you are actually Christians who feel compassion and forgiveness and that none are beyond Redemption.) Rather than just hoisting placards which read 'Not Your Body, Not Your Choice'. From this I infer that the actual females behind and under these, follow the opinion that God (who gave us free will, if you follow this stuff) has amendments which state Free will is sacred. Except in the cases of abortion and....fill in the blanks with deeply held opinions.  

This teenager was raped by her aids carrying junkie uncle...and must have the baby? That sounds nice and Christian (or any other major religion). From my very first blog sixteen years ago I have been endlessly ranting the same dammed thing...it seems a genuine shame that those who would call themselves religious cannot be a little more HOLY and decent. Rather than foaming at the mouth like wild eyed, hate filled fundamentalist swine. (He writes, teeth grinding and himself stabbing the keyboard in impotent rage). Pretending to be 'religious' is a nice pastime for the guilty.  

Another placard showed a picture of Trump with the words. 'Most Pro Life President Ever'. Do none of these young women at the rallies see any irony in supporting a man who boasts of grabbing pussies and that he 'would hit on' his daughter if she wasn't his? Does he really seem to be FOR life and the dignity of females to you? Women are supposed to have a little more instinctual intelligence than men. (Or is that imposing gender roles? Arf.) Shame on you for being so easy to manipulate. 'Easy to fool people when they are fooling themselves'.  

'A part of religion is about direct experience of the divine and the rest is just crowd control'. John Cleese (JC)

And I Love the way the fascists/populists financed by the Kremlin on all sides bang on about the 'Liberal Elite'. I have never seen or heard of such people. The Liberals in Democracies have always seemed to be fairly well meaning, goodhearted but overwhelmingly weak apologetic folk. Not very much like a power elite running the world behind the scenes in the 'Deep State'. Farage in the UK after the recent election, having lost most of his seats by not running against the Tories (hoping for a chair at the Big Table) crowed about having 'destroyed' the Liberals in England. I could have done that with a cynical stand up routine and and a flick of my little finger. On my left hand. Not exactly Thanos Nigel...(But then, I am not Bill Hicks eh?)

And so...Atlas Shrugged, Heraclitus burped, Putin raised an eyebrow and his entire government resigned. (Boris promised a 'New Dawn' for Great Britain. Well, he would, wouldn't he?) I truly enjoyed the annual press conference with Putin, where Bald head was asked what he thought of Johnson's previous comments that he resembled Dobby the House Elf from Harry Potter by replying; 'People say one thing when they are trying to get into power and something else when they are in power'. Just for a couple of seconds I had a sense of respect for this clarity of honesty.

Meanwhile Johnson (whose party received a good old amount of Roubles last year) and (bald head No.2) Cummings have begun their master campaign...Things don't look good for the BBC for reporting the news and asking uncomfortable questions. The Constitution of Britain and the balancing powers of Parliament are under threat too, as are various Human Rights Laws. Good old Tories, still the Nasty Party. 'Imagine what this country could be in ten year's time'. Boris, I am.  

And bloody Momentum still don't want to let go of their type of 'leadership' yet...even after their Useful Idiot/Strawman puppet Jeremy lost the North. Damn right, English people tend not to vote for those who sympathise with actual terrorists. Unless.... Oops...Insert smiley face here. And a Bosh of a skeleton breastfeeding a priest, just lie back and think of England...this won't hurt a bit. It will hurt a lot.

Step by step as Boris and Trump surgically carve away various rights and laws which impede them from furthering their power and break up unions of friendship among the West as Russia and China watch with the dead eyed smiles of sharks. Hmm..

'Constitutions are utterly worthless to restrain the tyranny of governments, unless it be understood that the people will compel the government to remain within constitutional limits. Practically speaking, no government knows any limits to its power except the endurance of the people.'  Spooner

Most, but not all of you people are being used by those who understand your psychology. You do not. You are only a means to end, to achieve and maintain power for them. Serving those who see you only as units of measurable force for them to direct. And you seem to love it. Vicariously enervated in righteousness and dumb enough to admire your intelligence in following those you believe will empower and free you. They don't, they won't. Never have and never will, as the song said. Sleepwalking, marching in a deep state of hypnosis into a slaughterhouse.  

Some of us are trying to improve on communication, connection, empathy, random acts of kindness, respect for ones self, sisters, brothers, planet. Experimenting with techniques of mind expansion, using the mirrors of science and art, maintaining a good sense of humour, watching our belief systems for signs of cruelty and stupidity, and admitting when we behave like idiots, humble but not humiliated.

For all the religious fundamentalists, politically correct and political extremists against any attempt at evolving, due to fear or greed, I strongly, almost violently suggest this: CRAWL ON YOUR BELLIES BACK INTO THE OCEANS AND LET THE REST OF US MAKE THIS PLANET SOMEWHERE GOOD TO LIVE AGAIN.

Not important how long I live, more a case of how much I enjoy being alive and whether I can help others while I am here. Hope to see you in the springtime.  

RIP forever in intelligence and fine humour Neil Peart and Terry (He's not the messiah, he's a very naughty boy) Jones.

'What's hit is history

What's missed is mystery

And the miraculous image  

Of sound washed ashore'

J. Balance/Coil

Despite outward appearances, it is not unrealistic to be optimistic...

LOVE.