So, why do it then? Why choose to be good, every day, if there is no guaranteed reward we can count on, now or in the afterlife?
the kiss of judas // succession - all the bells say // kahlil gibran - the forerunner // goncharov (1973)
It turns out demon summoning is only bad when you do it for selfish motives. You discovered this as you, absent any other options, decided to summon one in order to have someone watch over your dog.
Gillian Anderson as Detective Inspector Stella Gibson The Fall (2013 -2016) @pscentral event 12: take two (women + favourite characters/performers)
Uranus is known as the God of the Sky, making its planetary influence perfect for use in weather magic. In this post, I will be listing the correspondences of Uranus paired with the other planets and their associated meteorological phenomena.
Uranus + Moon - drastic temperature changes
Uranus + Sun - sunshine, scorching heat
Uranus + Mercury - windstorms, tornados
Uranus + Venus - humidity, overcast, clouds
Uranus + Mars - dust storms
Uranus + Jupiter - lightning storms
Uranus + Saturn - thunderstorms
Uranus + Neptune - hurricanes, heavy rain, mist, fog
Uranus + Pluto - snowstorms, hail, sleet
These correspondences can be helpful to invoke or banish various types of weather.
The image below shows various meteorological symbols that can be used as talismans or sigils based on the type of weather you are working with.
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correspondences compiled from my personal grimoire
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Haven’t finished severance yet, but one of the themes of the show that I’m really appreciating is the idea that humans will find and create the meaning they need from the media around them, even if it is incredibly limited.
For those who haven’t seen the show, the central premise involves people for whom their entire lives, their memories and consciousness, is limited to just being at work in an extremely isolated office with no access to the outside world at all.
The only book available that they’ve ever known is the employee handbook, the only art they’ve ever seen is the art that hangs on the walls of the office. And of course, these pieces of media are incredibly heavy handed workplace propaganda. As viewers with outside context, we can understand its disturbing messaging. But the characters, having known only this book, have made a sort of religion out of it. It becomes a sort of scripture that they quote when trying to make decisions or are trying to explain complex ideas (even ideas that are against the workplace itself!)
And then another book shows up. It’s a ridiculous memoir full of very eye-roll inducing truisms by a very entitled and self absorbed author. But to those in this workplace, it is the only competing source of information they’ve ever had. It is something from the outside world that has shown up, unapproved by the company. They read it in secret, it is heretical and challenging. Basic truisms without much meaning take on enormous rebellious meaning to the people there. Basic ideas about valuing yourself and your friends, about working together for common goals, about deserving to breathe fresh air, become highly radical passages that they begin quoting to each other in secret.
It makes me think about how we all have different access and different life histories that influence what media and messages we’re taking in. And sometimes you’ll meet people, people who seem to have good values, who express a real fondness for what feels like objectively bad media. Or you can think back to some of the super problematic media you absorbed as a child before you knew anything about the world. And you have to sit there and think through, despite the reality of what this text is, taken with all of the context you know, you have to think about what lessons that individual took from it, what passages they projected their own values and human need for meaning onto.
There’s a poem called “Confessions of an Uneducated Queer” by Lauren Zuniga that involves similar themes– piecing together meaning and knowledge about ones self and one’s community from whatever scraps you can find, from random comments friends make, from tumblr, from books your friends leave at your apartment when they go to college. There’s a line, “This is for the first time I heard the term heteronormative and felt like I was handed a corkscrew after years of opening the bottle with my teeth.”
So many people have a strong sense of important ideas relevant to their lives, and go long periods without words to communicate them. I’m thinking about the profound, almost spiritual, relief of finding language to speak about these ideas, to communicate ones own experiences to people around you, even if you find that language in less than perfect places.
There’s this dark figure that makes me feel fear and lust in immense amounts that appears in my dreams weekly and I’m convinced he’s my darkness like this dude owns my soul
by choosing to stay in the cycle they broke the cycle btw. because the cycle relies on the unwillingness of its participants. “every time you find yourself here it’s because [your outie] chose to come back.” almost every time their outies brought them there it was against their will. but the outies weren’t going to bring them back this time. so they simply didn’t leave.