#cosmic queues

[magickkate]

I got some messages that asked me to explain a bit more about scrying, and I wanted to make a separate post to clarify this method of divination from my main post on commonly used divination methods. So, let's dive in!

Scrying is a form of divination that involves gazing into a reflective surface or medium to receive insights, visions, or messages from the spiritual realm. It's a practice that has been used by various cultures and civilizations throughout history, dating back to ancient times.

1. Cultural and Historical Significance: Scrying has been practiced by cultures around the world for thousands of years. It has roots in ancient civilizations such as Egypt, Greece, Rome, and China, where it was used for divination, spiritual guidance, and accessing hidden knowledge.

2. Psychic Abilities: Some practitioners believe that scrying can help enhance psychic abilities such as clairvoyance (seeing visions), clairaudience (hearing messages), and clairsentience (feeling energies). By quieting the mind and opening oneself to the messages of the spiritual realm, practitioners may strengthen their intuitive faculties.

3. Modern Applications: While scrying has ancient origins, it continues to be practiced today by witches, psychics, and spiritual seekers around the world. Modern practitioners may incorporate scrying into their magical or spiritual practices, using it as a tool for guidance, insight, and personal growth.

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Here are some key aspects of the practice of scrying:

⦿ Tools: Scrying can be performed using a variety of tools, including: -> Crystal balls: Smooth, polished spheres made of crystal or glass. -> Black mirrors: Mirrors with a dark, reflective surface, often made of obsidian or other black stones. -> Bowls of water: Still water in a dark-colored or reflective bowl.- Flame: Gazing into the flame of a candle or fire. ⦿ Preparation: Before scrying, it's important to prepare yourself and your space. This may involve cleansing and consecrating your scrying tool, setting a sacred space for your practice, and quieting your mind through meditation or relaxation techniques. ⦿ Technique: To scry, you fix your gaze on the surface of the scrying tool while allowing your mind to relax and enter a receptive state. You may begin to see images, symbols, or visions appear in the reflective surface. It's important to maintain a soft focus and an open mind, allowing the messages to come through naturally. ⦿ Interpretation: After a scrying session, it's helpful to journal your experiences and interpretations. Pay attention to any symbols, images, or feelings that came up during the session and reflect on their significance. Trust your intuition and the guidance you receive from the spiritual realm. ⦿ Types of Scrying: While the most common form of scrying involves gazing into a reflective surface, there are other variations of the practice as well. This includes water scrying (gazing into bodies of water), fire scrying (gazing into flames), and even scrying using smoke or clouds. ⦿ Uses: Scrying can be used for various purposes, including divination, receiving guidance or insights, connecting with spirit guides or ancestors, and accessing subconscious or hidden knowledge. It can also be used as a tool for personal and spiritual growth, meditation, and self-reflection.

4. Ethical Considerations: Like any form of divination, it's important for practitioners to approach scrying with respect, integrity, and ethical awareness. Practitioners should be mindful of the potential impact of their readings on themselves and others and strive to use their abilities responsibly and ethically.

5. Experimentation and Exploration: Scrying is a deeply personal practice, and there is no one "right" way to do it. Practitioners are encouraged to experiment with different scrying tools, techniques, and environments to find what works best for them. Trusting one's intuition and inner guidance is key to successful scrying.

Overall, scrying is a versatile and powerful practice that allows practitioners to tap into their intuition, connect with the spiritual realm, and gain valuable insights and guidance. It’s a deeply personal and intuitive practice that can be adapted and customized to suit individual preferences and needs.

Regular practice, combined with an open mind and heart, can lead to deeper insights, clearer visions, and a stronger intuitive connection with the spiritual realm. Additionally, seeking guidance from experienced practitioners, studying relevant literature, and participating in supportive communities can offer valuable support and encouragement on the scrying journey.

This is not a tool I regularly use, simply because of my headaches. Either it’s the mundane tapping into your head saying, “Hey, knock it off, you don’t need to do this.” or it’s the magical side saying “Hey, you have better places to put your time and energy. this is not one of them.” So if you are interested in this practice by all means utilize it to the best of your ability, but if you can’t seem to focus or get really bad headaches all the time, this may not be the BEST practice for you. It is an option, though! just be careful, witchlings!

Remember to approach scrying with a sense of curiosity, wonder, and reverence for the mysteries of the universe. Trust in your own intuition and the guidance you receive, and allow the magic of scrying to unfold in its own time. With dedication and perseverance, the practice of scrying can become a profound and transformative tool for spiritual growth and enlightenment.

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Learn more: How to Scry Candle Wax in Water Tarot, Pendulums, Scrying, and More! Ways to Improve Psychic Gifts + Removing Mental Blockages Using A Witch's Mirror: Scrying, Automatic Writing, Spirit Work

[brodorokihousuke]

This devastated me so hard when I first saw it that I stopped playing the game for months

like... holy shit, the way Apollo's "cool" facade breaks for a moment, and he yells in frustrated despair... oughhhh... Apollo, buddy...

And the note about Clay looking proud wearing the jacket.... OUUUGH....

[ghoulishfreak]

dude, are you grabbing my ass? you're so fucking gay dude.

what? i'm not hard, you're hard! bro are you seriously hard right now? no way, fucking prove it bro!

oh fuck... bro you're huge... and you're not even fully hard yet, what the fuck? you want to see mine? fucking... fine, i guess since you showed me yours....

dude no way, yours is definitely bigger. lets measure, im serious! mmmfuck.. dude its not gay, your dick just touched mine, thats all. i cant help that!

dude what are you doing! let go of my co- fuck, holy shit that... thats so good. no dude dont stop. fuck i had no idea it could feel so good.. fuck fuck fuck dude i think im going to cum. no fuck don't stop, don't you dare. yeah bro fucking cum too, cum on my cock. yes yes yes, FUCK mmmhhh....

dude... i think that was gay..

[shallowseeker]

Banishing & reaching:

Something about how, even through the sudden bout of blindness, Dean is reaching / feeling / looking around in a panic. ("Cas!")

So in thinking about how, in the anti-Cupid world of SPNwin, Mary and John are fumbling through a real, non-idealized love... I’m seeing here in SPNwin 1x05 how they describe the experience as bewildering, confusing, scary. They’re terrified. (ALT MARY: Even if you're scared?)

And there’s something about season 6 of original SPN that’s really interesting, too—how Dean’s getting more scared now whenever something happens to Cas, and, in a very Mary-style move, Deans leaning (sometimes unfairly?) hard on Cas all season long.

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But we also see how Cas is scared when something happens to Dean—and he calls the emotions crippling. ("Dean!")

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I mean. Poor things. Dean and Cas have no idea what’s happening to them, only that it's... different. Only that they expect too much of each other… and are terrified something will happen.

(I can't shake it. I don't know why. / It doesn't matter. / Of COURSE it matters!)

[andillwriteyouatragedy]

[daily-hanamura]

Love your analysis of Yosuke’s character, it’s so detailed and fun to read! I’m kinda curious, what are your thoughts on his characterization in the fighting and dancing games?

Waaah thank you so much!! I'm glad you enjoyed them 💖

Oooh I actually LOVE his characterisation in p4d and p4au, probably because I think it brought out all my favourite parts of Yosuke and it really felt like Yosuke had matured a lot compared to his first appearance.

In P4A/U for example we see a lot of thoughts from other characters, and I really love that it's revealed how the others - not just Yu, but also Yukiko and Chie - rely on Yosuke a lot for emotional support, as the morale booster of the team, for direction when they don't know what to do, as the glue that keeps the group together, and it's so fantastic because it's so unlike how Yosuke sees himself. A lot of Yosuke's POV also reveals how much overthinking he does and how, despite his empathy in noticing when others are frustrated or worried, he feels like he doesn't do a very good job at cheering them up, even though when we look at their POVs we see that he did!! Both Yukiko and Chie call him up when they were worried about their friends going missing BECAUSE they feel better from talking to him!! Sorry but this particular factoid, this specific gap, sits in my head like a spitroast being rotated all the time because I cannot get over it. But he's trying though - we can see his motivations for the things that he says and how he tries to lighten the mood and yeah. It's great. I went into P4AU thinking it was going to be whatever but let me just say that was the game that triggered my single-minded obsession about Yosuke and the reason why this blog exists LOL like I was very much souyo and yosuke-brained aftert P4G but oh boy. P4AU tipped me over from obsessed to building this damn shrine for him :'D

He always laughs deprecatingly at himself even in the post p4g games, like in P4D - when he dances well he has a line that's like, "not such a disappointment after all" and it, again, really shows how he has such a poor perception of himself that he doesn't see his own good points, like the fact that he held out the second longest during their dance training, losing only to Rise, as pointed out by Yu. He's naturally talented and keeps up well with everyone elses dance style, but he doesn't really notice that either? Also a side thing I find hilarious/cute/endearing in P4D is also how Kanji exposes Yosuke's idol-loving-hours and Yosuke gets extremely embarrassed about it, because at his heart Yosuke does still like that kind of (somewhat) superficial thing, but he doesn't want people to know! It's a stark contrast to how he was earlier in P4G where he's more open about checking out girls (again, the whole "is this overcompensation" vs "is this a product of bro culture from his childhood friends" is a conversation that we can have) but it's a reflection of how that kind of talk tapers out a lot as the game progresses, and P4D was really consistent with the kind of growth that P4G gave Yosuke, instead of reducing him into that best-bro-friend stereotype, and for a game that was actually so short in narrative substance compared to P4AU, it was great. (I'm also convinced that P4D was trying to tell us Yosuke and Yu were dating but I'm not going to start on that again LOL)

And I think ultimately the reason why I feel like P4AU and P4D showcased a lot of growth for Yosuke is in his relationships with other people, because as much as Yosuke worries about how he's remained static, I think the fact that the others treat him with such respect (like when the first years and Teddie acknowledge that Yosuke is basically the team wrangler, and the difference between Yosuke at the start of P4G/in Magician compared to P4AU/D was someone who had become a lot more receptive about forming genuine relationships with other people instead of just protecting himself by surrounding himself with superficial relationships and yeah. yeah.

[bloodinavernus]

Usable water was hard to come by in Avernus. Even though the river Styx flowed through a large majority of her realm, every one of its denizens knew that its water was poisonous to the mind. Thus, you never drank the water of the Styx unless you had been tricked into it. You didn't bathe in it either, for condemned souls drifted through the frothing waves, only looking for a chance to drag you under, howling and screeching.

The few springs that could be found in Avernus were well-guarded secrets that were often protected by beastly guardians or powerful enchantments. As the Archduchess of Avernus, Zariel had easy access to these places and even enjoyed seeking refuge in them whenever she tired of fighting - as rare an occurrence as that was.

Right now, she and her Champion were standing at the edges of one of those springs. Steam drifted up from the hot water, which only rippled just a touch. Zariel had instructed Karlach to disrobe, knowing you had to tell your property every step of a procedure if you wanted it to be done exactly the way you desired. The warmongering Lord of the First equally had carefully and methodically removed her leather armor, unclasping each buckle. Both women concealed their modesty with a pair of towels Zariel had asked for.

Nodding down at the water, Zariel looked at Karlach and said: "Step inside, my Champion. You earned it after having fought particularly hard in that last battle. I will join you shortly after."

@iron-hearts-ablaze liked for a small starter.

[novabun-ships]

Sorry I was kinda negative and then dipped. I don't know wtf is going on with me rn but a small dumb thing that shouldn't even bother me, bothered me (irl not here, I want to make that explicitly clear!) made me like...idk..be sad/upset..? To like the point where my brain acknowledged it's completely ridiculous but yet I cannot stop being sad/crying over it?

That...probably doesn't make any sense at all but anyways.

I am not ignoring anyone here or on discord I just stepped away and will be back tomorrow. Yes I am crying myself to sleep why do you ask? /lh

Tomorrow is another day. For the better. This weird feeling will pass. Sometimes ya just got to cry it out no matter how stupid it is.

[sagesilentfire]

inktober day 26 - camera

WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?????

[heynhay]

just saw ur post. UR QUEUED OUT UNTIL MARCH?? HOLY SHIT yesssssss (i very much enjoy ur work)

yes I’m a freak of a different nature

[magickkate]

Hey witches! Are you drawn to the rhythm of the waves, the salty scent of the sea, and the boundless expanse of the ocean stretching to the horizon? If so, you might be attuned to the magic of Sea Magic, a mystical practice that connects with the elemental energies of water and the mysteries of the deep. Here are a few ways to embrace the magic of Sea Magic:

🌊 Connect with the Tide: Sea witches typically have a strong connection to the ocean, drawing inspiration, energy, and spiritual guidance from its vastness and power. Tune into the ebb and flow of the tides, allowing their rhythmic movement to guide your magical workings and rituals. Work with the energy of high tide for abundance and manifestation, and low tide for release and letting go.

🚰 Water Magic: Water is a central element in sea witchery, and practitioners often work with its properties for cleansing, healing, intuition, and emotional balance.

🌙 Moon Magic: Like many other forms of witchcraft, sea witchery often incorporates lunar cycles and phases, harnessing the energy of the moon for rituals and spellcasting.

🪸 Herbalism: Sea witches may work with herbs and plants associated with coastal regions or those that thrive in saline environments for magical purposes.

🐬 Work with Sea Creatures: Connect with the spirits of the sea and the creatures that dwell beneath the waves, such as dolphins, whales, and mermaids, honoring their wisdom and guidance in your magical practice.

🐚 Collect Seashells and Sea Treasures: Sea witches may collect shells, driftwood, seaweed, and other items washed ashore for use in spells, rituals, or as talismans. Gather seashells, sea glass, and other treasures washed ashore by the ocean, incorporating them into your spells, rituals, and altar decorations to infuse your magic with the energy of the sea.

🌊 Invoke Ocean Deities: Cultivate a relationship with ocean deities and spirits, such as Poseidon, Yemaya, or Neptune, by offering prayers, making offerings, and invoking their blessings and protection in your magical workings.

🧜🏼‍♀️ Seafaring Lore and Folk Traditions: Sea witches may draw upon maritime folklore, legends, and traditions for rituals, spells, and divination practices. Marine creatures like dolphins, whales, mermaids, and sea turtles may hold symbolic significance in sea witchcraft, representing various aspects of the ocean's energy and mythology.

🌬️ Navigation and Divination: Some sea witches incorporate navigation techniques, such as reading the stars or using instruments like compasses, into their practice. Divination methods related to the sea, such as scrying with water or shells, may also be used.

🦭 Respect for Nature: Central to sea witchery is a reverence for the natural world, particularly the ocean and its ecosystems, with an emphasis on environmental stewardship and sustainability. Sea witches often perform rituals for protection, purification, healing, and empowerment, drawing upon the strength and resilience of the ocean.

Whether you're a beachcomber, a sailor, or simply a lover of the sea, Sea Magic invites you to dive deep into the mysteries of the ocean and explore the hidden realms that lie beneath the waves. So let the rhythm of the sea guide you, and may your magic flow as freely as the currents of the ocean! 🌊🐚

Books to Read:

Water Magic by Lilith Dorsey

The Sea Witch: A Grimoire of Ocean Magick by Jennifer Heather

Year of the Witch: Connecting with Nature's Seasons through Intuitive Magick by Temperance Alden

[oxventurequotes]

lug: so we're just firing spells at each other now are we?

[kittyprides]

Know nothing of love?! Jean, you are love!

Uncanny X-Men #136 - The Dark Phoenix Saga

I never finished posting about dark phoenix those years ago! Take this! It makes my brain explode if i think about these pages too long!

[whammy-kiss]

A collection of gifs, in celebration of the anniversary of the 5th studio album by the B-52s, Cosmic Thing

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[shimmerbeasts]

Mizora paced in sharp, heavy strides, the click of her claws echoing through the room as she struggled to find the right words. Hours had passed with her seated before the blank parchment, yet no clever sentence, no silver-tongued excuse, would come to her. If it were any other creature in the Hells or above, she would have already delivered a string of flattering words and comforting half-truths with ease. But when it comes to Zariel… The thought of writing it down — of actually informing Zariel that she now had an illithid tadpole squirming in her skull — made her swallow dry. It was tempting to abandon the idea altogether, but she knew better. Zariel would find out. She always did. And when she did, what would it make of her, then? A fool at best, a traitor at worst. Neither had a place in Zariel’s circles, and Mizora had learned long ago, through pain and fire, that withholding the truth from Zariel was tantamount to treason — and the punishments for treason were merciless.

The cambion sank back into the chair, the quill trembling in her unsteady grip. Her hands were damp. Sweat slicked her palms, and a prickle of unease crawled up her spine. By Grazzt's cock, was she sweating? Her breath hitched. Could it have already begun?

Ceremorphosis.

The word alone made her stomach twist. Her fingers flew to her face, tracing her sharp cheekbones, sliding up through her hair, desperate for reassurance. No sign of tentacles. Not yet. It shouldn’t even be possible! Yet the mysteries of Netherese magic seemed beyond comprehension — for mortals and immortals alike.

“For your Ladyship Zariel, Lord of the First, Ruler of Avernus…”

No.

She scorches the parchment, reducing it to ashes in her hands. Another sheet is placed on the table, and Mizora dips her quill into the ink pot.

“To Her Most Radiant and Infernal Majesty, Zariel, Supreme Archduchess of Avernus, Scourge of the Nine Hells, Vanquisher of the Unholy, and Keeper of the Eternal Flame…”

No, no, no. Too grand. Zariel hates empty flatteries.

Mizora scorches another parchment, taking a deep breath before dipping her quill into the ink pot once more.

“Mother, I have a problem.”

...Ugh.

Mizora cringed inwardly. Her time surrounded by whimpering mortals must have been affecting her, for her to even consider putting those pathetic words on a paper. Avernus would freeze over before she dared address Zariel so casually — not without facing terrible consequences, of course.

Another scorched parchment, another dip of the quill into the ink pot.

“Your Glorious Eminence Zariel…”

There. A good start. Simple and direct, as the Archdevil herself. Now it was only a matter of keeping it simple and direct. No flourishes. A sudden lump formed in her throat, and her hand instinctively reached for it, as if checking to ensure her necklace wasn’t too tight. It wasn’t.

“It is with utmost humility and boundless reverence that I pen this letter to bring an urgent matter to your attention. I beg your forgiveness in advance for the inadequacy of my words to convey the gravity of the situation…”

No. Not begging. Begging Zariel for anything was as pointless as begging the sun not to rise. Absolutely not.

“It is with utmost humility and boundless reverence that I pen this letter to bring an urgent matter to your attention. During an interaction that I believed to be within my calculated control, I fell victim to an illithid tadpole, now lodged within my mind.”

No. A servant of Zariel was never a victim. To even hint at weakness would be a greater failure than this situation already was. Definitely not.

“It is with utmost humility and boundless reverence that I pen this letter to bring an urgent matter to your attention. While on assignment furthering your will in the mortal realm, I encountered myself in the unforeseen and extraordinary circumstance of having an illithid tadpole lodged within my mind.”

Huh. Not bad.

“I assure you, Your Radiance, that my loyalty remains unwavering, my will unbroken. I have taken every precaution to mitigate the influence of this vile aberration, and thus far, I remain untainted by its transformative process. However, I am acutely aware of the dangers this poses — to both myself and the work I undertake in your name. I would not presume to hide this from you, knowing the consequences of such deceit.”

Wait. Her loyalty being unwavering should go without saying. Stating it too emphatically might suggest it wasn’t as steadfast as it should be. No, that wouldn’t do either.

“I seek not absolution but your divine guidance in navigating this blasphemous affliction. Should you see fit to deliver punishment for my failure to avoid this fate, I will accept it without protest. Yet I humbly request the opportunity to prove that even in this wretched state, I remain a vessel for your will and an instrument of your glory.”

Hm... This feels too timid. Zariel despised cowardice. But being overly assertive might come across as arrogant — a prideful boast, something Zariel saw as a dangerous flaw in her soldiers. Still, Mizora wasn’t a soldier, and that was already enough of a point of frustration for Zariel. Better not push her luck.

Mizora leaned back in the chair, rocking it slightly as her gaze drifted to the ceiling. She should finish the letter, but the truth was, she was on the verge of giving up again. Her hands were still damp with a sweat that refused to stop, now trickling cold and unrelenting across her brow. Was this a fever? Oh, by Mephistopheles' hairy arsehole — what if that wretched illithid in the prism decided she wasn’t worth protecting anymore? A low hiss escaped her as she bit down on her knuckles, stifling the scream of rage bubbling in her throat. Her life, her very existence, now rested in the hands of a cursed squid. The thought made her blood boil, the fury rising so hot she wanted to burn the world around her to ashes — The Emperor included.

Mizora turned back to the letter, her hand shaking as she scribbled the final words. She read it over one last time, her eyes blurred with frustration and dread, before finally sending it — cursing herself for being unable to control the trembling of her hands.

Your Glorious Eminence Zariel

It is with utmost humility and boundless reverence that I pen this letter to bring an urgent matter to your attention. While on assignment furthering your will in the mortal realm, I encountered myself in the unforeseen and extraordinary circumstance of having an illithid tadpole lodged within my mind.

I seek not absolution but your divine guidance in navigating this blasphemous affliction. Should you see fit to deliver punishment for my failure to avoid this fate, I will accept it without protest. Yet I humbly request the opportunity to prove that even in this wretched state, I remain a vessel for your will and an instrument of your glory.

Your devoted servant, eternally bound by the fires of your mercy,

Mizora

Faithful Cambion of the First Circle

The letter could not have been gone for more than a moment or two. Outside of the window, a murder of crows took to the air in a hectic swarm of black wings, flashing claws and loud cawing. They fled the tree they had perched on. People shouted as they tried to keep a hold of their horses' reigns as their mounts shied and bolted, throwing their riders almost off their saddles. Someone's pot over an open fire was thrown off its hinges, splashing half-cooked soup all across the flames and the clothes of the cook. He shouted something and shook his fist in the air.

In Mizora's room, the fireplace, which had previously only had a small fire nourished in its wood, sprang to vivid life. The flames roared louder and louder as they climbed out of their stone confinement. They looped around each other, forming a massive flaming tornado in the middle of the room. Winds dragged at the papers and books. A few of the papers, which had not been secured well enough, got sucked into the flame tornado, where they burned to cinders immediately. Mizora's wings, dress, tail and hair fluttered back and forth in the storm.

In the heart of the fire tornado, a pair of glowing white eyes opened up. They narrowed as they locked onto Mizora. A commanding, clear voice boomed through the room, shattering the glass of the windows: "MIIIIZZZZOOOORRRRRRAAAAAAA!"

The flame tornado combusted in on itself and cloaked the entire room in thick, white smoke. When the air finally cleared, a sleek drow with lean muscles stepped out of the fireplace. Her skin was as white as her hair and her red eyes seemed to constantly shimmer and simmer. She was dressed in simple, practical leather armour with protective gear around her legs and underarms. The only noteworthy aspect of her attire was a long, black cape with red tips, which had been cut down the middle, making it mimic a pair of wings as she moved. One of her crossed arms was holding onto a spear.

"I read your letter", Zariel cut to the point immediately, "Tell me, how can you consider yourself a vessel of my will and glory after you have proven such incompetence? I told you to scout out the cult and figure out what is happening. I told you to stay hidden during this. Yet you could not do that. Right now, you are a danger to yourself and others due to the parasite lodged in your skull. So tell me why I shouldn't end your existence as a precaution? After all, you clearly seem to be of the belief that you still hold a crumb of value to your existence. So enlighten me, Mizora. What is that value?"

[griffinscantdraw]

Another Mick Martian ♥

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