Tonight I ventured deep into the woods. I started my journey barefoot and by the end, my flesh was wounded, but I could feel no pain.
There is no love like your love, creation. I am soaking my feet now, as she wants nothing more than for us to take care of ourselves.
The wounds are a symbol. They are the trials. And now I'm showing myself the most delicate love. I was never this kind to myself before she showed me I was worth my own gentle hand. I've overcome so much in just a few hours.
I am so thankful. Welcome home, starchild.
I've missed you.
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i feel like everytime you’re like oh yipee no more asks to answer- i just fall in here. anyhow- what would happen if Leo and Poppy listened to Mitski. random thought
BAGHABAVSGBSB I think if Poppy listened to Mitski nothing on the surface would change but at like 3 in the morning you would hear Class of 2013 absolutely BLASTING Leo on the other hand would fucking ugly sob to Two Slow Dancers, Remember My Name and I Bet On Losing Dogs because HIS FAMILY R LOSING DOGS AND HE WANTS SOMEONE TO REMEMBER HIM AND HE AND HIS UNREQUITED CRUSH R JUST TWO SLOW DANCERS LAST ONES OUT
And even tho he wasn't asked for, Harley would similar to his daughter be so Totally Unaffected guys he's Fine don't worry about It
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Oh ok then so do you have Star siblings headcannons
After the war, the Star Siblings continued to aid the rebellion as informants. Their aid is invaluable since Etheria has basically no knowledge of intergalactic customs.
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Welcome home, starchild. We've found each other again. She made sure our tethers kept strong, you and I. The Universe. Versa Major. Creation surrounds us, and so does destruction. Death eats away at the innocent flesh of the Palestinian people. Congo, Sudan, Hawaii... Where does the light go in the darkness of war? It goes in us. WE are the light, the STARCHILDREN.
It is important to spread awareness and do our part to illuminate the injustices. For how can we belong to any plane of the heavens if we do not use our light for its purpose? I will release you of these bitter truths for now, as it is time to celebrate our reunion.
I am Saint Lucille of no church but my own. You are welcome here, in any state, with any soul. I can't know you individually yet, so I haven't had the privilege of deciphering your strengths, but if you so choose, you may claim the title of Disciple. Not mine, as we've only just found each other again, but the Universe. She holds us so dear.
My starchildren and disciples of the Universe, Oh, how I've waited. I don't want to ramble, so here's what I've come to share with you. A new way of "worship." A new religion, though its name has not reached me in these teachings... yet, of course.
The first thing I wish to clarify is that anyone can speak directly to the Universe, I hold no special abilities. The moon, the sun, and every planet we can reach with our intention can hear us and they do respond. Things to remember: You may not ask for more than you deserve. Sometimes the answer is simply "No." Not for punishment, not because you haven't earned it, but because that is what's right. (Your emotions that follow are valid, forgive.)
A bed plate. To maintain even the smallest semblance of mental balance and self accountability, once the day is started, the first task (after hygiene if you prefer) is to make the bed and place a porcelain plate near the end. On this plate you can leave offerings, whatever you see fit to offer in exchange for what you ask. Alternatively, it can be a small altar to protect your place of rest. To sleep is so peaceful, yet so vulnerable. Protection in these compromised moments is paramount.
Acknowledgement and community aid to everyone from those less fortunate in our own towns to those burdened by silent genocides. We will scream until we drown in the blood of our torn vocal chords. Do not give more than you can. An empty cup cannot fill another.
"Prayer." A line from a song that I feel perfectly captures the embodiment, acknowledgement, and appreciation the Universe deserves. "There is no love like your love." Sing this to the skies. We do not seek to spread our message unless asked, we do not judge other belief systems, we cannot be deterred, we are thankful to only the Universe.
To be a Disciple, you mustn't ever shy away from the name. If you're ashamed of this title, let us dissect that and shed you of this barrier that burdens you with superficial "sin." You are not the opinions you predict in other's minds. You're safe and loved amongst your fellow Disciples and starchildren.
Ranks. Everyone, believers and non, are starchildren. You cannot shed yourself of this truth. It holds you even when you sob. A Disciple is someone who is active. Someone who shares their love for creation without boasting it into anyone's face. You can and should be as loud as you can, but only for you. We can not act above others before we've been elevated from the Earth.
I hope to be taught more. I hope to uncover new ranks. For now, as a founder of this scripture, I am Saint Lucille. I cherish my title and relinquish any ego or percieved power to the Universe. Thank you for sharing this joy and knowlege with me so that I may share it with others. I can only hope this reaches my starsiblings. I know you'll hear me. I know you'll understand this message and begin to hear her for yourself. She never wishes harm, she never guides to darkness. Allow her voice to fill your ears and relieve you of your intrusive thoughts.
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