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mariabumby · 5 years

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Occult Concepts you might have missed in Good Omens

Nah, I get it, we’re ethereal not occult. But you’d be lying to yourself truly, if you said you weren’t interested in the occultism, philosophy daresay ontology presented in the Show in the Good Omens. And in case you haven’t stared in the bath shower and deeply and meaningfully assessed the concepts underlying your favorite apocalyptic romp. Then I’m Here to Do that for you.

Ofcourse you obviously should have watched the show.

Ready?

As you’ll ever be.

1. Choice is part of Humanity

It all started and ended with a garden. The two main characters being the ones who… hmm godfathered this aspect of humanity.

Crowley, the snake, who tempted people to first ever know what good and bad is. And Aziraphale – an angel who either let, or was incompetent enough to let it happen. Didn’t even try to smite the first two humans or the demon Crowley. Just this awkward fumbling on top of a garden wall with an impending storm.

This is repeated again by the angel when he is reprimanded by the archangels – it is not for “us” (angelic realm) to decide – the humans have free will to decide good and bad.

And in the whole course of the story – these two almost eternal entities have “gone native”. Or acted more human. Liked sushi, liked wine, and bentleys and music.

And Made their Own Decisions.

Especially for Aziraphale, who disobeyed orders for the first time in his really long life. It was uncalled for, an act of “treason”. Crowley by the end even said “i think the big one will be “all of us” vs “all of them”“referring to all of humanity vs heaven and hell.

He referred to himself as human. He’s choosing to be human, by the end of the story. Just as much as Aziraphale redefined himself by exploring who he is outside of the angelic box, Crowley has been since the beginning was quite intent with being a lousy demon anyway.

Yes he did tempting. But he is so gloriously an incompetent demon. And as etheric beings, these two are very relatable to the audience, acting as main characters and the main POV that the audience lives through. And they’re not cold or of higher existence (like some angel channellings). They’re so delectably human. Not because this is a piece of fiction, because the whole argument is:

They want to be human. They like their choices, no matter what the consequences.

Which is echoed by adam by the end, who reckoned any apple was worth eating and worth the consequences. And by what manner is this occult?

Well in Ken Wilber’s model of consciousnesses, the difference of humans from other living beings — what separates us from vegetable, animal and sky is our capacity to define itself. Meaning tomatoes more or less tomatoes. But humans have an almost infinite limit on being anything. They define themselves – that is our nature.

Our Choice is our humanity.

And as much we kind of hate out existence a lot of times, it’s really refreshing to see near immortals liking and even being jealous of the way we exist. Of what would be the shaded echoes of our flailing in “who am i” and so forth…

2. There’s Good in Evil, there’s Bad in Good

Or otherwise known as paradoxes and koans being the underlying fiber of all of reality… say what?In every creation lies destruction. In every delusion reality. In every push a pull. In every death a birth, in every order there is chaos.

Two sides of the same coin. Or in taoism would be the yin yang symbol.

Meaning, Good Omens doesn’t just argue against moral dogmatism…

Good Omens, if you look hard enough, is saying opposites dance inside of each other. All. the damn. time.

The two characters are literally sworn enemies (angel vs demon) who find allyship. The destroyer of worlds is the one who saves it (adam). The major screw-up that made everything start aren’t even necessarily people being bad or good but people being people.

Which really argues not for a moral gray area but an acceptance that we’re paradoxically both all the time depending from which way you’re looking and interpreting. Meaning it’s a mess, it’s crazy, partly why it’s so ineffable, and that maybe we shouldn’t be so stuck up thinking so highly of ourselves.

How is this occult? Well. You’ve ever heard of shadow work? Chaos Magick and Sigils? Have you ever actually met occultists who unironically summon demons with a dagger and a cup and spill their own blood whole shebang?

I have. I even fell in love with one. But the point of the matter is, that this logic isn’t some cutesy theme for your supernatural romp. It is an actual force of nature harnessed by actually living witches and mages. Meaning the dark – the things you’re afraid of facing, what lies in your subconscious, the forces of destruction, bad luck and curses — it all operates under that assumption.

That it is the half of the coin of existence. That as much as we hate to face our traumas, that some people would get triggered and regressed and spiral to really hellish shit – the treasures you seek are in the cave you’re most afraid of. Or the demon you’re most afraid of. Or the scar you’re most horrified to feel because you think it will eat you alive.

A lot of occult work is mastering your demons- your self, your fears. Utilising fear to your own advantage, acknowledging it, dancing with it. And gaining greater awareness.

And recognising they’re you’re best friend and they’re looking out for you. Kind of like how Crowley undoes Aziraphale and allows him to walk into what he most fears. Betraying heaven. Through, well.. Love which is the unconditional empty space which allows the two opposites to play. Or leela, in yoga.

3. What the demon Crowley has, is the power of the imagination.

The story is not short of law of attraction moments. Or let’s just say the whole operation of how things come into being with a human boy having no upper limit of choosing how things should be.

Should I remind you, both the anti-christ and christ came here to be human? What is this facet of human being that these supernatural forces might want?

Oh right I talked about (1) already.

Anyway, take it from me your friendly neighborhood actual witch that is Magick. Old School Magick, simply willing things to existence. And I’m actually seriously happy with how occultic-ly consistent this entire series is?

It’s even, loving?? with the usual topics that cover any good wiccan new age enthusiasts in how it depicts Anathema and atlantis and the fascination with peace loving aliens. Which leads me to another paradox which I’ll write as (3.5)

3.5 It is written.

Paradoxically [2] you both have Choice [1] and Destiny [3.5] coexisting in your narrative.

Every rebelling that Crowley and Aziraphale did that was against their etheric nature was written in Agnes’ Nutter’s book. It was both a choice and destiny.

Even Anathema who was loyal to her family’s prophecies and takes pride in being a witch, burned the next prophecies of Agnes Nutter not wanting to be just a descendant. Another choice, or maybe just another destiny.

Aziraphale and Crowley themselves comment on this in the bench waiting for a bus to come asking – what if this was part of her divine plan? What if all this choosing and fighting was planned too?

And they only answer — who knows? What if they’re the same thing?

As much as I seriously adore the #ineffablehusbands, I also adore how deep into the occult philosophical rabbit hole you can get in terms of duality and what it means to be human with this giant ass story. Which is also handled so well by so many of the fandom’s art and fanfiction in AUs and interpretations of demon!Crowley and angel!aziraphale as humans or in their post-apocalyptic humanly existence may it be cottage or bench.

How do humans judge themselves to be unforgivable? In how many viewers is --an Aziraphale who can only think of themself as this “good” or as a Crowley who can only think of themself as “forsaken”?

How are we paradoxical and human? How can this be an okay thing to be? Something left to be desired by our favorite demon and angel?

Good Omens is hopeful. It’s underlying beliefs, are beautiful, loving and yeaaaa occult. A+ from this witch right ere.

Here’s my occult esoteric blog if ya’ll curious:

https://wanwuspiritlibrary.com/start-here/

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necrokittytales · 6 years

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Necrokitty Tales: Trouble in Inkwell Isle (Chapter 7)

Authors’ note: Remember, Necrida’s writing will be in italics and SPKC’s writing with be regular font.If you have no idea what this roleplaying thing is, you can start from the beginning here. Harvey woke up at the sound of his mom banging a pot and blearily looked at the time. “Oh no! I’ve slept in!” He gasped, jumping out of bed and quickly getting dressed. He was about to dash out of his room when he doubled back for Mina’s notebook.

Shoot, he didn’t get to show this to his sister yet. Maybe Mina would come over after school and they could show her together.

That’s what Harvey hoped as he grabbed his lunch box and dashed out the door, not even looking at any of the surroundings.

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Mina kissed her mother goodbye and took the road to school. At the observatory she saw the broken tree and a strange hole on the floor. This caught her attention! She immediately got close to the tree, mentally analyzing the cracks and shards. Same with the hole. She looked carefully at the way it was digged, there were no claw marks… so she ruled out mole-people. No, this was something else… something… that smelled like flowers. She looked up to the sky, maybe the answer was out there…

She realized she was going to be late if she lingered any longer, so she decided to come back later, maybe with Harvey, and take notes in her adventure journal. And so, she went to school happy and excited for her new discovery.

Mina got in class right when the bell started ringing. She had to run all the way from home and she was out of breath. She took her seat and looked around to see if Harvey was around yet.

Harvey made one last final sprint as the bell rang into the classroom and faceplanted with his desk.

The other school children started to giggle as the teacher shook her head and muttered under her breath. Harvey looked up, rubbing his forehead only to spot Mina and wave excitedly.

Mina got worried for Harvey and was about to go check on him when he waved at her showing he was ok. She smiled and waved back. The lessons of the day begun.

Unbeknownst to Harvey and Mina, Spike was already glaring at them both and plotting his revenge for detention the other day. His dad had tanned him good for showing up late to dinner so he was going to make sure he would return the favor.

–

Cagney did not sleep well. He kept jerking awake, sometimes mid transformation. He didn’t like the dreams he was having. They weren’t pleasant but exhaustion kept forcing him to try to sleep again, even as the sun was already up.

They were dreams of happier times between him and his former friend only for them to be tarnished quickly by his anger. Even a memory of a picnic turned to hearing his friend scream.

He tiredly opened his eyes. “I shoulda just let Tauros gore me,” he grumbled to himself. It probably would have hurt less to have two gaping hole chests in his chest than a big emotional one in his heart.

What was his plan if she did try to stop by? She wouldn’t. But what if? Would he violently throw her out? Or just burrow again. There was nothing the woman could do when he was underground. Not that she would want anything to do with him again.

Cagney decided burrowing was his best option. He was stubborn and if he said he never wanted to see her again and then he went to see her, she’d think she could just walk all over him. That she could accuse him of lying whenever she pleased without listening to him. If she had only give him a few minutes, he might have remembered that he caught the small spyglass and shown her the claw marks on the sheets covering the walls.

He tried to make his heart cold and it wasn’t quite working. Maybe with time. Time didn’t heal all wounds, but it certainly made them hurt a bit less. He wondered how long it would take to completely get over a 20 year friendship.

–

Hilda barely slept a couple of hours. She had spent the entire night turning in her bed, playing the night events over and over in her mind. That stare… She shivered. Since she couldn’t sleep she decided to start her day, there was a lot to be done anyway.

First she took a shower, hoping that might relax her a bit. She dressed up, and got down the stairs to the kitchen that still smelled like burn so she left the windows open. She skipped breakfast and went directly to the projection room. She grabbed a broom and a trash can from a closet and started sweeping lost in her thoughts.

HIlda kept swiping around until she stumble on the pieces of the big pot. She delightet herself remembering Cagney´s face when he saw the smaller pot inside. She really touched a sensitive fiber there. Her vision started to blur. She realised she was crying again. She immediately wiped her tears and she dropped the broom angrily.

“Stupid Cagney! That damn weed almost fucking killed me! ” She tried to change her sadness in anger again, but this time, it only resulted in more tears running through her cheeks. She cover her face weeping silently and slowly crouched hiding her face between her knees.

She hated herself when she succumbed to weakness like this. After a few minutes, she started to pick up the pieces of pot thinking she might be able to glue it.

She remembered Cagney’s comment about a failed art project and a shy smile showed in her sad face. He would definitely made fun of her if she tried to put this together. He would make a witty comment, and she would have a comeback, and they would forget about it with a laugh.

A stronger memory came back to her, terribly aching her heart: the time she got tricked by a certain someone, pretending to be someone else, made her fall for him so he would get her soul contract. She remember how Cagney fought for her, how he held her tight… He prevented her from losing her mind completely…

And last night… the way he looked at her… did he really mean it?

Near one of the pieces she found her old spyglass. She looked at it surprised, did they knocked out something when they storm off? She nearly gathered all the pieces of the pot when she found the statue.

Something was wrong here. She went back to the exposition room where those items belonged, nothing else was missing and everything was in order.

Her heart froze at the view of the purple flower next to the poppy.

Hilda put the things in place and got closer to check the plant. It was really pretty and … it had a note!

Her hand shook a little when she reached for it. It said : ‘Leaving a note to REMIND YOU we got reservations for friday. Also, try not to kill this one’.

“Oh… no… ” she felt the weight of guilt on her shoulders.

‘We’re definitely not going!’ Tauros voice echoed inside the woman’s head.

'What?!’ Gemini joined in. “We’ve planned this like a week ago!”

'Yeah! And it cost us a heated argument just to decide a place we both liked to go’ Sagittarius decided to join.

“C'mon you guys! You really think after what he said to me… after the way he looked at me! He would still go our date?” Hilda talked to herself.

'Oh! So it IS a date’ Gemini giggled.

“W-what? No… I mean… appointment? Rendez-vous-OH! Whatever! Point is, he is NOT gonna go!

And neither am I!” She threw the paper at the projection room.

Hilda stood in place a few minutes until she silenced the voices in her head. She took a deep breath and walked back to the projection room. She got discouraged at the sight of the huge mess and leaned on the wall.

She took some time to analyse the damage. There were shards everywhere! On the blankets, the pillows, the chairs… that dome was gonna cost a lot to rep-why there’s a hole on the wall?

Hilda frown and got coser, it was the vent! Why it was open? Her heart skipped a beat. Cagney was telling the truth? Somebody was stupid enough to break in? And she yelled at him. Her guilt was getting heavier by the second until she remember he almost choked her to death…

She held her head confused and sat on one of the chairs just to stand up right away at the feeling of sharp crystal in her rear. If she ever get her hand on the thief…

–

During lunch time Mina told Harvey about her discovery this morning.

“And, I’m telling you, that is NOT a mole people hole! It was way too big and no claw markings! Plus it smelled very good.”

Harvey scratched his ears. “Huh. I mean I’ve seen a few larger holes than normal but a really big hole? And a nice smelling one at that? Doesn’t ring any bells. The only nice smelling hole I’ve ever seen is the time my mom dropped an open bottle of perfume down a hole by accident.” The rabbit wrinkled his nose. “That wasn’t exactly a nice smelling hole though either. Did you wanna go check it out after school? What did the hole smell like?”

“We are definitely going to check it out! The hole smelled like flowers! And there was a broken tree near that too! My suspicion is…” she whispered to Harvey “Aliens! From Venus! I hope you remembered to bring my adventure journal, because this is a major discovery!”

Todd, the mosquito kid who was in detention yesterday with Spike heard them talking. With a grin he sat on Spike’s table.

“I know how you can get back to them!”

Spike eyed the mosquito classmate. “Lay it on me, bloodsucker. I’m itchin’ for it.”

“I heard them talking about a journal. It seems very precious to that new kid”. Todd smiled “it would be a shame if something happen to it.”

Spike rubbed his hands together. “It would, huh? Let’s say we visit the dorky duo on their way home, huh?”

The mosquito nodded at his friend with a grin.

–

Hannah waited patiently for the chance to talk to her cousin and the opportunity finally presented itself when her mother left the house for a few minutes to get a some things. She hopped over to her cousin and motioned him over. “Hey, Henry. I have a question.”

“Yeah?”

“Did you meet the big flower?” She asked twirling the red ribbon in her hair

“Yeah.”

“Was he as grumpy as Harvey says?”

“He was very grumpy. He yelled at me and threw me out and threw stuff at me.” Hannah’s face fell at that. She was really hoping her older brother had been exaggerating.

“Ah.”

Henry scratched his head. “It was weird though.”

“What?”

“He was really angry and stuff, but he asked me if I was okay.”

“Really?” Hannah asked, her face lighting up again.

“Yeah. And THEN he threw me out.”

Hannah wiggled happily. “Will you go with me to see him?”

“Heck no!”

“Darn.” Hannah thought of something else. “Do you think he needs a quilt?”

Henry thought about it. He didn’t remember seeing any bedding of any kind while in the pile of lost school supplies. “Maybe. I didn’t see if he had any.”

“Yay!” Hannah jumped happily. “I’ll get started.”

Henry shook his head as his cousin ran away to her room. This whole family was weird.

–

After what it seemed like the longest day of her life, Mina rushed Harvey to go faster. She really wanted to investigate and explore the hole.

Harvey was moving as fast as his floppy feet could carry him. He never had to be rushed before unless someone was chasing him. Usually he was the faster one.

But Mina’s excitement was contagious and even he found himself eager to leave school and go check it out, even as something was gnawing at him inside that the hole was bad news bears.

As they were passing near the flower field Todd and Spike blocked their way.

The little mosquito grinned maliciously and stood behind Spike with his arms crossed. Mina immediately stood in front of Harvey.

“What do you want, Spike?!”

—

It had taken the whole day, but Cagney had finally sorted his thoughts. Or at least enough to lapse into a restless sleep once more. He had not wanted to be gored, sure, but had his reaction really that extreme? He had been exhausted, high off panicked adrenaline (nearly getting crushed by a massive ton of glass could do that to a fellow) and then kicked out and caked and nearly gored.

Maybe he could be slightly justified in a counterattack and he could have just smacked her into a wall. That wasn’t much better but it was better than choking her. Could he really not have stood to hear her berate him anymore last night that it warranted suffocation? Well, he definitely got exactly that and she didn’t say another word to him.

And most likely she wouldn’t again.

He craved silence at the moment and stirred irritably in his sleep, almost aware of a loud commotion by his fence.

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Spike grinned and chewed his lip. “I want your notebook, Mina. Now give it to me before I make you both sorry you crossed me yesterday!” He barked.

Mina looked at him surprised. How did he knew about her notebook?

“What notebook, you… you idiot!?” She was brave, but not very good in dealing with conflicts.

The shouting was starting to attract the other students heading home from school. They started to gather round, to see what would happen next. There was a general murmur of “What notebook? Like her homework notebook?’ someone asked.

Harvey winced and his ears drooped. Oh man, he’d normally high tail it out of here, not wanting to get beaten up in front of the entire class. Again. However, Mina was standing her ground, albeit not that effectively. And he didn’t want to lose a friend this quickly. So he remained frozen, holding onto their backpacks instead.

Spike barked loudly again. “We overheard you at lunch going on and on about your special little notebook. So hand it over!”

Mina noticed the kids gathering around them. Second day and she was already in a fight… normally it takes a week or two… and the notebook, her precious adventure journal… she should have been more careful when she talked about it.

“Go away Spike, before you get hurt! ” she showed her tiny claws hoping it would discourage the little puppy.

Kids around gathered even closer when they realised there might be some blood.

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Cagney was growing increasingly irritated. He just wanted silence now but there was a buzzing noise now. He opened his tired eyes to see a bee nearby.

Normally, he wouldn’t mind the bees, but today was an exception. “Hey, buzz off will you for a bit. I’m trying to get some sleep,” he complained.

“No can do, bud. We’re way behind schedule as it is.”

“Ugh.” Cagney wasn’t in the mood to argue and throwing out a bee was never a good idea (stingers hurt) But another idea came into his head. He could hit the pest with a dandelion and when he was disoriented, plop him outside and send him on his way. It was a bit harder to cough up dandelions in his regular form but there was no way he was going to transform back into his monstrous form. He had done enough damage with that, thank you very much. So he started hacking and coughing in an attempt to pull them out.

The bee gave Cagney an odd look. “You need a glass of water, bud?”

“No, hchh, hchh, I’ll be done soon,” Cagney couldn’t help but chuckle at the confused bee.

–

Spike smirked. “Ooh, look, this bat’s got claws. Cute. Well I got these,” he opened his mouth, showing off his canine teeth.

When Mina still didn’t back down, he barked. “Todd! Pull Harvey’s ears!”

Harvey squealed at that, drawing everyone’s attention and pulling his ears down. “Leave us alone!”

With the kids distracted, Spike charged Mina.

Mina opened her eyes wide at the look of Spike’s fangs, she didn’t think of that…

Todd obeyed with an evil smile on his face and attacked Harvey.

Mina wanted to go and stop him, but Spike charged on her making her lose her balance and fall on her back facing him. She tried to find a part of his body where she could sink her claws.

Kids around started yelling, encouraging them to keep fighting.

Harvey swatted and tried to desperately kick at the mosquito before seeing Spike push Mina down! He gave one more final swat before running to her aid, trying to push Spike off the B-cat.

Spike winced as Mina scratched at him but with his thick bulldog skin, it wasn’t as effective as she would have liked. He gave her another good shove to the ground before yanking away her backpack from a distracted Harvey.

“Todd! Keep em busy!” He yelled sticking his hand to grab the notebook.

The other children were really cheering and yelling now. This was really exciting now. Most people just gave up to Spike but this was really different even if Mina and Harvey were losing.

–

Cagney was about to chuck a wad of dandelion at the bee when the insect jumped backwards in surprise. “Who’s doing all that yelling?!”

The flower didn’t anticipate that and reared back to avoid the stinger, only for his head to hit the bench of his tree. He coughed and breathed in the dandelion attack instead.

The bee fluttered over to Cagney as the carnation choked and coughed. “Hey, hey bud, you okay there?” The bee asked in concern, reaching out to shake the flower.

He stopped as Cagney unsteadily jerked toward him, revealing his pupils dilating manic under the effect of the dandelions.

–

Todd quickly pushed Mina as she was about to tackle Spike making her fall on a very muddy zone making it difficult for her to get back on her feet.

He turned to Harvey, pointing his stinger at him.

“You better not move, Dumbo! Or this time I’ll drain you!”

Harvey froze at Todd’s threat, not sure if he could actually do it, but not wanting to risk it if he could. He looked toward Mina worriedly.

Spike gave a triumphant shout and pulled out the notebook. He waved it in front of them both with a sneer. “Awww. So cute!” He laughed. He grabbed one of the pages and started to pull.

“NO!” Mina yelled when he started to pull the pages from her journal.

Harvey thought fast. He pointed behind Spike. “Hi, Mrs. White!” He yelled.

Spike immediately stopped pulling the page and looked around wildly. “Where? Where?”

Todd also looked back to see if Miss White was there.

When Harvey cleverly distracted Spike, she waved her wings with all her strength, release herself from the mud and was about to tackle Spike with her claws fully out.

“Ain’t no teacher here,” Spike realized, turning. He saw very very angry Mina lunging at him and panicked. He looked at the field, look at the notebook, look at the field, one last look at Mina and then chucked the notebook over the fence.

Harvey gasped. “Not the field!”

There were equal gasps and yells from the other kids as the notebook sailed over the fence and deep within the field.

Mina stopped looking with wide eyes at her notebook landing on the other side of the fence spreading some pages on the way.

She gave a furious look at Spike, her eyes filling with tears and her body shaking with anger. Then, she slowly walked towards the fence.

Harvey grabbed Mina’s arm. “Wait, wait, Mina! Don’t go in there, it’s not safe! We-we can go get my mom or something later just-!”

Mina was too angry, she just wanted to get her notebook and go home. When Harvey grabbed her arm she hissed at him. She cleaned a tear from her dirty cheek and climbed the bench with the agility of a cat.

She didn’t even looked around to see if there was somebody watching. She simply let herself down with the help of her wings.

Harvey stood there, every cotton fuzz ball on him standing on end. He swallowed and turned toward another student. “Can you go get an adult please? My mom or uh, someone?” And with that he jumped over the fence as well, trying not to freak as he did.

Two of the other children ran down the road. Looking for an adult.

–

Something landed with a loud flap near the bee and Cagney let a wild swing toward it, hitting a patch of clover instead with a dulled thud. The bee saw how hard he demolished that patch of clover and paled.

“Say, bud, I think I’m going to just head home. I’ll come back later.” The bee buzzed off quickly leaving a very disoriented carnation.

Cagney was really disoriented. This had to have been one of the stupider things he had done to himself. He laid still, seeing if that would make the world stop spinning but not by much. Unaware of the notebook that lay near him.

–

The two kids ran as fast as they could to the observatory and knocked at the door. Hilda was in no mood for visitors today, she had too much in her mind right now, so she decided to ignore it.

After a couple of minutes the kids started to lose patience and run to the next house.

They had more luck here, an adult was already outside the house gathering some berries from the nearby bushes.

“Help! Help please!” The kids yelled.

Isabella turned her hears at the direction of the sound. “Kids? W-what’s wrong?” She answered worried.

The kids were a bit out of breath but they managed to speak.

“Please, lady! Hhh you gotta help!”. Said one of the kids.

“The hhh the field hhh flower!” Continued the other one.

She heard 'help’ and 'flower field’’ and she immediately understood where she was needed. She just hoped Mina wasn’t involved. She dropped her basket with the berries and took flight following the strong smell of Cagney’s flower field.

–

Everybody looked in silence, almost as if they were holding their breath. Suddenly, they heard a thud nearby and they all gasped in surprise taking a step back, but they couldn’t see the carnation.

Todd, feeling that this wasn’t going to end well, got closer to Spike and whisper, “We should get outta’ here” and discreetly stepped away from the fence.

Spike did not move yet. “Nuthin happened yet,” he grumbled, “don’t be a chicken.”

Todd stopped walking away but he still kept his distance.

–

Mina stood still at the sound and tried to scan with her little bat ears the origin of the itm but her little heart was beating so fast it was almost the only thing she could hear.

Harvey tugged on Mina’s arm, drawing her attention and pressed a finger to his lips, giving her a scared, reassuring smile. The little rabbit pointed in the direction of a big tree. “I think I saw it go that way but we have to be really really quiet.”

The fact that the Carnation wasn’t already yelling might be a good thing. Maybe he was asleep. In which case they might be able to grab the notebook and leave. The two crept closer, Harvey still holding Mina’s backpack.

Mina looked at Harvey surprised and she showed a grateful smile. She felt very bad for hissing him before. She looked at the direction he was pointing at and nodded. She got on all fours and walked as discreetly as possible trying to keep her body hidden through the flowers.

Harvey spotted Cagney and prevented Mina from moving any closer. The flower was…asleep? Harvey wouldn’t have believed it, but yet there he was, lying down on the meadowy grass, not moving, facing away from them.

He sighed in relief but his ears drooped worriedly as they spotted the notebook. It was dangerously close to the carnation. He could see the b-cat’s eyes light up at it and he shushed her before she could shout in excitement.

“That’s Cagney. It looks like he is asleep…which is really lucky,” Harvey admitted. He was never asleep this late in the day. If someone was careful, they could probably get the book. He motioned Mina close and looked at his friend. She was awfully scuffed up from her brawl with Spike. Even her wings looked a little battered.

They wouldn’t have been in this mess it hadn’t been for him. He swallowed and pressed her backpack into her hands. “Stay here, I’m going to go get it. It’s my fault that it was even brought to school in the first place,” Harvey explained.

Mina gave Harvey an skeptic look and denied, moving her head. If the flower woke up she new she would be able to avoid it with her cat reflexes, she wasn’t so sure if Harvey would be able to move as fast. She really didn’t want him to get hurt…

She put on the backpack and pointed Harvey towards the bench to indicate him to leave.

Harvey was secretly grateful when Mina declined his offer. The carnation kind of spooked him a lot. He crept away just out of immediate reach of the plant and made a binocular hand gesture with his hands, hoping that would indicate to her that he was going to watch from a safer distance.

Mina nodded and smiled at him. She then turned to the carnation and walked closer very slowly trying to reach her journal with her arm. She realised she was shaking.

Harvey watched his friend creep closer and sighed. They were really lucky he was asleep. A little too lucky, Harvey realized, his attention flickering over to the flower. How could the carnation be asleep when the sun was out? There was no way they would could be this lucky. Unless…

Cagney wasn’t actually asleep.

Harvey’s eyes widened as he realized the carnation had moved slowly and maybe it wasn’t as noticeable if you were up close and could only see a part of him, but from where Harvey was, he could see the whole stem was twitching.

The rabbit suppressed the urge to shout. He had to warn Mina. He waved frantically at the bat who had his back toward him.

The little girl was too focused in not making a sound, she didn’t noticed Harvey trying to get her attention.

Finally she grabbed the notebook and picked it up as delicately as she could to prevent making any noise with the pages. It was really hard with a shaky hand. A few of the pages fell down making very little noise. Mina grinned her teeth and looked at the flower without daring to move.

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Cagney’s eyes shot open at the small sound. God, he’s not sure if that was a real sound or not. In this state, he could probably hear colors. He should probably start with just standing and if he could manage that then maybe he was actually hearing real things.

–

Harvey hopped up and down now, watching the flower starting to rise up from his base, waving his hands frantically.

Mina bit her lip and quickly started to pick up the pages and putting them back inside the notebook. She turned around towards Harvey and this time she saw him jumping frantically. She thought he was just happy the she recover her journal and smiled at him holding the notebook triumphantly in the air.

–

Cagney’s head swiveled around as he rose to his full height. His eyes locked on a figure in front of him. One that wasn’t there before. He tried to focus on it but he couldn’t exactly see what it was. It was small, kind of dark. It didn’t ring any bells.

Until he spotted the pointed, cat like ears. And a tail. His eyes narrowed as his mind started to put two and two together. This looked just like the cat burglar from last night. Had she really been stupid enough to try to steal from him in his own garden. It even looked like she had a bag or something.

–

Harvey watched Cagney loom over Mina and his eyes nearly bulged out of his skull. He pointed and shook his head frantically back and forth, trying to get her to come to him. He didn’t think her vision was the best but she had to at least see that he was freaking out, right?

The little bat paled. Now she understood what Harvey was trying to say. She repressed the need to look back holding her notebook tightly against her chest.

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The Seduction of Money

This is probably one of the LARGEST issues facing our species in this modern age. Everyone is consumed by it, they spend all of their time and energy in the pursuit of it, and it has been tied into our survival so deeply that it has caused a necrosis in our societal structure. Parenting has taken a back seat for many because the struggle to survive on the wages of honest work is a very real thing. Housing close to work is expensive, healthy food is expensive, and things like running water, heat and electricity also come at a price. The part that nobody mentions is that the price you actually pay is not measured in dollars and cents as much as it is paid for with life; That precious and limited resource that is measured in the limited amount of time you get to spend on this earth learning, experiencing and growing your consciousness.

In order to more deeply understand the basis of this human sickness, we must first take a look at the structure of the institution that runs the money system and its resulting economies. The currency itself is not backed by any substance or resource that has real value in the world. The paper its printed on has various fibers in it like cotton and silk along with the ink and security features, but for all intention and purpose, its value is nothing more than the material it is made from. BUT...This is where it gets tricky, because we all know you need money for everything...right? Yes, and no. The idea of money on its surface seemed like a solid one. Trading goods and services for a sort of voucher that can be used to obtain needed items goods and services from others. Its light to carry and it doesn't spoil the way food might. As we grew in numbers and population size, we needed a way to be able to stream line the idea of bartering.

While good in concept, the largest advantage to currency also became the worst failing. It never spoils and it takes up no space. Where people couldn't conceivably or effectively take more than their share or more than they needed with the barter system, they now had something that was perfectly collectable. It eliminated the situation where if you took more food than you needed it would spoil out from under you. So let the competition to have it all begin!

Skip ahead a few generations to the birth of the central banking idea. Many of our founders, our forefathers knew the dangers of this institution, and spoke out against it, got in its way and tried to derail it with speeches and little bits and pieces of our constitution put into place to PROTECT us from a centralized bank. They knew and understood the dangers than came with it because it was exactly the same sort of tyranny that existed in England. It was the root cause of the oppression they rebelled to escape from. This is one of those tidbits in American history they sort of skim over and don't talk about, because to truly educate our children about history could cause them to take a look at the present and wonder about the future. Our founder KNEW that the central bank was trouble, that was why they left, that was why they rebelled. They refused to continually be taxed to pay for the interest on the loans, taken out by the English crown to pay for wars.

All history lessons aside, lets dig into the way the system works a little bit...

The first thing to understand is that the way they (the owners of the central banks) operate left utterly no room for ANY other outcome than the one we are looking at, and they knew this when they crunched the numbers and started taking excessive measures to put it into place. They had lots of money when they first started, they loaned out the money they had to those who had a need for it and charged “interest” for loaning it out. Interest is just a fancy word for getting money simply because you have enough to lend to others. Hold on to that idea for just a moment, I will come back to it.

Lets take a look at another commonly accepted concept...Inflation.

First, what is it and how is it measured? If you have 1 lb of gold (or kg if you are actually on a sensible unit of measurement based on even numbers that end in 0s), the idea of currency USED to be based on gold that existed. you could take bank notes at any time and trade them in for the amount of gold expressed on the face of the note. The amount of gold was the value it was based on. Back in the 1900s there was a forcible seizure of all the gold in our country enforced by threat of prison. This was the beginning of the nightmare we live now. Once the central bank had physical ownership of all the “value” behind the money, i.e. gold, they then started producing more and more and more of these “credits” to represent the same value. For the sake of illustration, consider a checking account that has 1000$ in it, you can write as many checks as you like, but they must all be for the same amount. The more of them you write, the less each one individually will be worth. That is what inflation is, and what it is caused by. The checks represent every dollar in circulation.

What does this have to do with everything you may ask? What does this have to do with any of us. The answer is both more complicated and more simple than anyone realizes. The central bank has grown by loaning money to our government and to other smaller banks, with interest of course, but that alone wasn't enough. The money they loan is created out of thin air, making the money already in circulation worth less. and not only do they get that back when the loan is repaid, but even MORE because of the interest. (told ya id be back ^^) The equation ends up coming out with everyone in debt. Forever. The money to repay the debt does not and can not ever exist, because to pay it back, there would need to be more than there is, and would increase the debt more because of the interest attached. Catch 22 with all of humanity footing the bill in the name of a few greedy individuals.

Okay, you may be saying “this makes sense, but how does that cause x, y and z?” Well, like this...Big money protects its interests 1st and foremost. To understand how deep the rabbit hole goes, it is important to understand that there’s only one major corporation in all the world that deals with the manufacture and distribution of weapons of war...bombs, planes, tanks, and guns. Funny enough, they are run by the same group of people who graciously provide loans to our government to pay for these implements of war. They manage and fund news stations that focus on the stories they are told to air. Yes, LIBERAL AND CONSERVATIVE ALIKE. I don't care about your politics or opinions on matters not personally or universally relevant, and they will not be featured here. If you are still so attached to these force-fed ideas that have been artificially imposed by a never ending barrage via media and internet, feel free to continue to read or not as you choose, BUT I wont be baited, and if its an idea you have that you want to impose on another or not something affecting us as a whole species, you won’t be indulged or fed. But...I digress.

Basic truth about all animals, including humans: When their basic needs for Food, shelter, and Social contact go unmet, they do not behave the same way they normally would. They fight, lash out, steal, kill. We are all meant to love and support one another, invest our energy in science, art and creativity, and technological break through. We are not being fairly compensated for the labor we provide as a population. The only thing there is a shortage of is the money itself, and the life experiences we are getting f*cked out of trying to get what we need to survive.

So what is the answer and what can you do personally? Take a stand. Do what you can to plant fruit and nut trees, potted tomatoes, whatever you can from where you are. Garden. If you don't know how, learn, use the greatest tool available to our species right now, the internet. Don't buy their crap, physically and emotionally...spiritually. Boycott their poison foods and their corporate farms that are killing the bees and making us sick to make even more money. Pay off your credit cards and cut them in half, swear off loans of all kinds. Avoid consumerism. Buy only things you cant craft for yourself, and avoid disposable items. Talk to your family, help the children understand that we cannot continue to spend whole lives working to make the rich richer. Every time we punch a clock and don't get the value from the work we have done, and every time we spend those meager dollars on stuff others in the same position have crafted, we are feeding that monster. what you can do is simple...Work for someone else only as much as you need to, and spend only on those things you cant do the labor yourself and reap the rewards. Barter your skills to others who have different skills. Reconnect in your towns, cities and neighborhoods, show them what they can do to help change the world, or at least their corner of it. Be the change you wish to see. The key to ending the enslavement is severing the dependency that allowed it.

The universe is calling to us all, will you answer that call, or will you be just another of the complacent subdued masses entranced in escapism and convinced you have no power?

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