#omn luci

[yukis-tasks]

Lucifer’s wings are so big they’re blocking Mammon’s face lol 😂 😂 😂

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Tim sat drumming his fingers on his truck’s steering wheel, parked beside his sister’s van in the hospice parking lot, wondering why he was dreading this moment so much. He regretted not telling Lucy where he was going. She would have come with him. This would be easier if she was with him. “Get it together, Bradford,” he said aloud to himself. “Sign a piece of paper, get rid of that damned house, and you never have to come here again. You don’t have to see him. You don’t have to go past the lobby. Win-win-win, so go do it.” He didn’t move. He tried to picture Lucy beside him.The sooner you get this over with, the sooner you get to go back and tell her you just made a million dollars, and you’re taking her out to celebrate. This time Tim opened the truck door, climbed out, and headed towards the front entrance of the hospice. He imagined the actual conversation with Lucy, trying out different ways of asking her. He wondered if he should ask her out on a date. If he should ask her to go out to celebrate with him as friends. He imagined making the invitation ambiguous and Lucy asking him, “Is this a date?” And he’d know by the hope in her eyes that she wanted it to be, so he’d tell her, “You decide.”

- Omne Malum ab Homine by @cleromanticon (submitted by @come-rain-come-shine)

[daisysmagicalmysterymix]

Copiae Horribilium Historiarum - Carolus Secundus, Rex Gemmae [2010 CE]

Meus nomen est, Meus nomen est, Meus nomen est, Carolus secundus!

Amo civitatem Et amant civitatis me, Tantum ut restituerunt regnum Britannici!

Partim Caledonius Galliusque Italiusque Paulum Danius Sed plane celebratio-fera, Vinum?

Spaniels amavi Qui nomini sunt quod me Quasi ego, ludi fuerunt Cum insano capillo!

Hodiene meus natus dies est? Revocare non possum, Celebrationem porro habeamus, Quod amo rem-personam-indutam!

Omnes salutete, rex, Divitiarum! Canemus! Tintinnantes, ding ding, Rex sum, qui celebrationes rettuli!

Rex Carolus, meus pater, Solium amisit, et reges interdicti sunt, Caput eius detruncaverunt, Tum Ollius Cromwellus terram regnavit

Senex Ollius non laetus, Deiectus superbusque Tristis ut nefas, Modo nefas non licet!

Cum Ollius periit, civitatis dixit "Carole, meum cor! Desine senes leges, Reveni, celebrationem habere mallemus!"

Res quam vocaverunt Reductio-regni, Quam plane secuta est Magna celebratione!

Rex Britannici (Terra dixit!) Ne nefas! Canere! (Ita vero!) Aut aliquid, (omnes dicete!) Rex sum, qui celebrationes rettuli!

Magnus ignis Londinii vastus est! In meo regno, Londinium in periculo, Ut hic rex egit quod iustus idoneusque, Pugnavit ignem, et probo me melius quam salatator! Ignem-prohibens sum!

Iunxi cum Catharina Braganza Amor verissimus fuit, Numquam alia sit, Tamen una aut duae!

Lucy Walter, Nell Gwynne, Moll Davies, Barbara Villiers, Malum cogitis, Sed nomen eius non fatuius est ut Hortense Mancini!

Cum rex, admittam frangere leges-nupti, Sed qui curant cum gemmas-coronae rettuli? Rettuli Navitatem, offuciam et etiam fabulas, Laetus rex fui, boni senesque dies sunt!

Cum dictus et effectus, Rex Carolus administravit Britannicum ludo! Rex fuit quem omnes amavit, Cantus effectus est!

Celebratio, aliqui?

[orietursicutsol]

Dominica Pentecostes

Introitus (Spiritus Domini) Alleluia prima (Emitte Spiritum Tuum) Alleluia secunda (Veni Sancte Spiritus) Sequentia (Veni Sancte Spiritus) Offertorium (Confirma hoc Deus) Communio (Factus est repente)

Introitus (Sap 1:7 / Ps 67:2) Spíritus Dómini replévit orbem terrárum, allelúia: et hoc quod cóntinet ómnia, sciéntiam habet vocis, allelúia. Ps.Exsúrgat Deus, et dissipéntur inimíci eius: et fúgiant, qui odérunt eum, a fácie eius.

Alleluia prima (Ps 103:30) Emítte Spíritum tuum, et creabúntur, et renovábis fáciem terræ. Allelúia.

Alleluia secunda Veni, Sancte Spíritus, reple tuórum corda fidélium: et tui amóris in eis ignem accénde.

Sequentia Veni, Sancte Spíritus, / et emítte caelitus / lucis tuæ rádium. // Veni, pater páuperum; / veni, dator múnerum; / veni, lumen córdium. // Consolátor óptime, / dulcis hospes ánimæ, / dulce refrigérium. // In labóre réquies, / in æstu tempéries, / in fletu solácium. // O lux beatíssima, / reple cordis íntima / tuórum fidélium. // Sine tuo númine / nihil est in hómine, / nihil est innóxium. // Lava quod est sórdidum, / riga quod est áridum, / sana quod est sáucium. // Flecte quod est rígidum, / fove quod est frigidum, / rege quod est dévium. // Da tuis fidélibus, / in te confidéntibus, / sacrum septenárium. // Da virtútis méritum, / da salútis éxitum, / da perénne gáudium. / Amen. Allelúia.

Offertorium (Ps 67:29-30) Confírma hoc, Deus, quod operátus es in nobis: a templo tuo, quod est in Ierúsalem, tibi ófferent reges múnera, allelúia.

Communio (Acts 2:2; 2:4) Factus est repénte de coelo sonus, tamquam adveniéntis spíritus veheméntis, ubi erant sedéntes, allelúia: et repléti sunt omnes Spíritu Sancto, loquéntes magnália Dei, allelúia.

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[rausule]

Petrus autem ad illos jejunans et flens et planctus in ieiunio et fletu et planctu. Et scinde cor tuum, et non vestimentum tuum, et converte ad Dominum Deum tuum.

NOTE... Vidi quasi fulgorem lucis electricae: et quod vides numquam oblivisceris. Plena traditio debet esse antequam plena benedictio est. Deus te ab uno ad alterum permittit.”

7. Quid dicit Dominus, qualia verba peccator secum afferat? paenitemini Israel Domino Deo vestro... Tollite verba vobiscum, et resipisce Domino; Dic illi: Dimitte omnem iniquitatem, et accipe bonum. tunc labia nostra offeremus hostias.» Os.

8. In cuius nomine veniam petat peccator? Petrus autem dixit eis: Agite poenitentiam, et unusquisque vestrum baptizetur in nomine Iesu Christi in remissionem peccatorum.

9. Quid aliud dat Deus peccatori poenitenti?

Derelinquat impius viam suam, et qui operamini iniquitatem ; et paeniteat Dominum, miserebitur eius; et Deo nostro, quoniam abundanter dimittit, Isa.

10. Praeter remissionem poenae, quaenam vis spiritualis nova?

Dominus det convertentibus se?

a. Cor novum. Et dabo eis cor ad cognoscendum me, quia ego Dominus, et erunt mihi in populum, et ero eis in Deum, quia in toto corde suo revertentur ad me. 7. (Vide etiam Ezech. 36, 26. 27.) b. receperunt.» Act 2, 38;

11. Quomodo revelabitur vera poenitentia in vita? Facite ergo fructum qui correspondet poenitentiae: Matth.

NOTE - Conversio sine reformatione non potest esse. poenitentia est mutatio mentis; reformatio est concomitans mutatio vitae". Omnes praedicatores et alii, quorum interest, renascentes" oblivisci non debent. efficere ut non solum in conversione passionis, sed etiam in solidis fructibus, qui solos sunt

cautio est valoris passionis. Mihi videtur magna pars eorum quae ad evangelicam doctrinam transeunt, plenum Dei consilium de hominis salute non revelare, quia una postesque emphasin est. de fide et notione poenitentiae non effertur.»

12. Secundum Iesum quomodo generalis praedicatio paenitentiae est? Sic scriptum est, Et sic oportuit Christum pati... praedicari poenitentiam et remissionem peccatorum in nomine eius omnibus gentibus, ab Hierosolymis et ultra, Luc.

En Petrus sê vir hulle met vas en geween en rouklag. En skeur julle hart en nie julle klere nie, en bekeer julle tot die Here julle God." Joel 2:12, 13,

7. Hoe sê die Here, watter soort woorde moet die sondaar met hom bring? Bekeer jou, Israel, tot die Here jou God,... Neem woorde met julle, en bekeer julle tot die Here; sê aan Hom: Vergeef alle ongeregtigheid, en neem aan wat goed is; dan sal ons as offerdiere ons lippe aanbied." Hosea 14:2. 3.

8. In wie se Naam mag die sondaar om vergifnis smeek?

...En Petrus sê vir hulle: Bekeer julle en laat elkeen van julle gedoop word in die Naam van Jesus Christus tot vergewing van sondes." Hand. 2:38.

9. Waarvan verseker God die boetvaardige sondaar verder?

..Laat die goddelose sy weg verlaat en die kwaaddoener sy gedagtes; en laat hy hom tot die Here bekeer, dan sal Hy hom barmhartig wees; en tot onse God, want Hy vergeef menigvuldiglik." Jes. 55:7.

10. Behalwe die kwytskelding van die straf, watter nuwe geestelike krag sal die

Here aan diegene gee wat hulle tot Hom bekeer?

a. 'n Nuwe hart. En Ek sal hulle 'n hart gee om My te ken, dat Ek die Here is: en hulle sal vir My 'n volk wees, en Ek sal vir hulle 'n God wees, want hulle sal na My terugkeer met hul hele hart." Jer. 24:7. (Sien ook Eseg. 36:26, 27.) b. Die Heilige Gees.,,Bekeer julle... en julle sal die gawe van die Heilige Gees ontvang." Hand. 2:38.

11. Hoe sal ware bekering in die lewe geopenbaar word?

Dra dan vrugte wat by die bekering pas." Matt. 3:8.

OPMERKING.Daar kan geen bekering sonder hervorming wees nie. Bekering is 'n verandering van gedagte; hervorming is 'n meegaande verandering van die lewe."Alle predikers en ander wat met herlewings' te doen het, moet nie vergeet om aan

te dring, nie slegs op 'n emosionele bekering nie, maar op die soliede vrugte wat alleen die

waarborg is van die waarde van die emosie." Dit wil my voorkom dat 'n groot gedeelte van wat deurgaan vir evangeliese leer nie die volle raad van God openbaar ten opsigte van die verlossing van die mens nie. omdat dit eensydige klem le op geloof, en die idee van bekering nie beklemtoon nie."

12. Hoe algemeen moes die prediking van bekering volgens Jesus wees? So is dit geskrywe, en so moes die Christus ly...en bekering en vergewing van sondes in sy Naam verkondig word aan al die nasies, van Jerusalem af en verder." Lukas 24:46, 47,OPMERKING...Ek het dit gesien soos die flits van 'n elektriese lig: en wat jy sien sal jy nooit vergeet nie. Daar moet volkome oorgawe wees voordat daar volle seen kan wees. God laat u binne van die een tot die ander."

[vgbossthemes]

Specie tua tantum carnem adme omnes habet cultum Ego sum qui mittit petras et gubernat omnes vitae Caelum, terra, aversione Magna, parvus, reversusque Fortis ductor, praecipio Quod ligabis lucem vocis

Cum omnibus lucis plenus, apocalypse finibus Victum unus qui comedit hic vitae omnia tenebris

Malum incarnatus surgit Adducentes secum mortem Para! Para! Para! Para!

Fortis rex, bellator, in manus gladio Bellum in virtute, victum quod hostibus

Magis mortem venit primum Quod est quidam venire Para omnes! Para omnes! Para omnes!

Nunc est tempus, haec est locus ubi nos obstandum, omne tandem ex nobis unum

Specie tua tantum carnem adme omnes habet cultum Ego sum qui mittit petras et gubernat omnes vitae Caelum, terra, aversione Magna, parvus, reversusque Fortis ductor, praecipio Quod ligabis lucem vocis

Cum omnibus lucis plenus, apocalypse finibus Victum unus qui comedit hic vitae omnia tenebris

Malum incarnatus surgit Adducentes secum mortem Para! Para! Para! Para!

Fortis rex, bellator, in manus gladio Bellum in virtute, victum quod hostibus

Magis mortem venit primum Quod est quidam venire Para omnes! Para omnes! Para omnes!

Nunc est tempus, haec est locus ubi nos obstandum, omne tandem ex nobis unum Omnes

[amaskofmanyshades-archive]

~The Descent Down Below~

(A/N - Hopefully, this attempt sticks. This is actually attempt number 2 of writing this original fic, and we can actually see this one to the end. This was actually based upon a concept i had when i was younger to give another OC an attempt at a relationship; i decided that, "Yes. But it will not be easy for her. She shall go through Hell and back to get it"--and thus this was birthed.

Fair warning to you as well, the following fic will be containing a LOT of themes unsuitable for the faint of heart, varying from violence of varying kinds to gore and much, much worse. Trigger warnings will be placed in the beginning after the Author's Note.)

-Really, Cel? A ouija board? We’re not kids anymore; why’d you pull this old thing out?-

“Humor me, Josie. It was one’a th’ first things i played, growing as a witch in trainin’...an’ one of the first magically inclined tools i really ever played with as a fledgling. A ouija board can be quite fun an’ thrillin’ IF ye know all th’ stops.”, Celeste responded, straightening the cloth atop the dining room table.

The Valentina residence’s dining room was lit by only the light of candles, giving way to an almost romantic, comforting ambience. While Celeste set up for the ritual, with Josephine burning off white sage and rosemary, Lucinda watched skeptically as all of this took place. It wasn’t necessarily the first time she’d ever taken part in a ouija board ritual. It wasn’t so much that she minded being there…but something about the entire act felt so…tasteless. Tasteless, yet also so simple and quite honestly, a bore. It felt like something a teenager would do at a sleepover out of boredom and for a quick, cheap thrill. Still, she wasn’t about to question it, since—as much as she hated to admit it—Celeste was definitely right about one thing: with the correct experience and technique, a ouija board could actually quite interesting. 

Bringing the glass of wine to her dark red lips, blue eyes watched carefully as the middle oldest of the three brought out the board she was talking about. Something about the damn thing shot chills down her spine, which...said quite a lot, but also, raised questions.

“You...played with this thing...? I hope you know NOW that this thing is no toy, Celeste. The board has been the subject to those who fiddle with becoming a demon’s plaything for centuries. It is why whole slumber parties end up dead by daylight.”

“Well, of course. It took...one good time o’ summoning somethin’ i shouldn’t have t’ fully grasp the concept. I wouldn’t be havin’ Jo burn all this sage an’ rosemary IF i didn’t know, Lucy. Have faith.”

The woman scoffed, “Here is where the misunderstanding lies, dear. I have plenty of faith in you; after all, had I not, I would have been the one to lead and not you. I just don’t think this is a safe idea. Even with all the precautions you’re taking...don’t you see that even with all this, there’s a chance that something could still go wrong?”

“Maybe so...but give it a chance. If something goes wrong...all of us are capable of protecting ourselves.”

With that, they placed the last incense in its holder and Josephine took her seat at the table, along with the other two. Celeste sat at the center, between Lucinda and Josephine, staring down at the swarthy mahogany board. Despite how glossy and well-kept it looked, it was ancient, having been in Celeste’s possession for centuries.

A stiletto-tipped hand rested gently on the planchette, and all three pairs of hands were sitting there with hers. All was silent, waiting for Celeste’s lead. With a clarifying breath, she then spoke the following phrase in Latin —

“Intrate hoc sanctum, omnes spiritus de ultra. Rogamus loqui tecum.”

(Enter this sanctum, all ye spirits from beyond. We ask to speak with you.)

With that, the room shuddered and grew darker, leaving only but the lone gentle light of the candles as a guide for them to see. It was then it felt as if they were being watched by eyes they could not see, although from what direction, none were sure of. Once she was certain of the surrounding atmosphere, Celeste spoke once more.

“...Is anyone here? Speak now, or leave us in the dark forever more.”

As if responding, a fourth pair of hands joined theirs. While Celeste didn’t flinch, Josephine hissed in surprise while Lucinda gasped, growling curses in a demonic tongue. Then, with a light force, it moved their hands over to its response.

>YES.<

They were no longer alone, and so Celeste’s gaze remained straight ahead, focused on the empty seat where the force seemed to stem from. “Might i know your name, strange one? We mean you no harm. We only wish to talk. Nothing more than such.”, she replied politely, a smile curling at deep terracotta red lips.

A pause before the entity gave its answer. >ICARUS.<

-Oh, like the kid in Greek mythos...probably died because of his own damn hubris. Seen it before. I mean…man is known for the primary trait that caused the fall of The Morningstar straight to Hell. What else is new?-

Lucinda shot a scathing glance. If her eyes could kill, Josephine would’ve been dead 10 times over. “Josie--! That was quite rude!”

-Luce, you an’ i both know humans are some arrogant bastards. You’re surprised at this because...?-

“Both of you, HUSH. Now...Icarus, was it? Beautiful name, by th’ way...may i, if it isn’t too much...may i…inquire of when it was that ye passed...?”

A few more moments passed by, and then, slowly…the phrase was spelled out in front of them.

>1896. DIED BY BOARD.<

Board...

Did he mean...a ouija board? It would’ve been made since the invention of the board was about 5, maybe even 6 years prior to the death of this poor man. Maybe he was trying to contact someone, and it went wrong? That was the only thing that Celeste could properly come up with that may have been the cause of death for the soul she was speaking to. It saddened her; just what made him consider using such a thing was a good idea?

...Should she even ask that?

“1896, hm...? And you say you died from the...board, was it? Do you mean...a ouija board, love? Can...can you be a bit more precise? How? I c’n think o’ quite a few ways one’s end might come wi’ ouija boards.”

>TRICKED. THEY LIED. POSSESSED.<

-GREAT! A demon-possessed man! Already off to a wonderful start, Cellie!-, Josephine sent sarcastically.

“Well...this is jus’ from what we’re able t’ get from th’ board. It’s like clipped textin’; y’ know how when an older person’s learnin’ t’ text an’ they can jus’ get a few words down at a time? ‘S like that for older spirits. I actually know a way t’ make speakin’ t’ Icarus easier...but ‘s a bit more complicated than some sage an’ incantation. This is where y’ gotta get a bit more...personal.”

With that, she reached from her left pocket a small athame: something she always used for when she needed blood for a ritual, should it call for it. And this night, it did...

“For this t’ work, i need th’ blood o’ the one who wants t’ see ‘im. Not much. Jus’ a pinch...there’s a reason they made this board of th’ material it’s made of. For purposes such as this...”, and with that explanation, Celeste stuck the tip of the blade into the tip of her right pointer finger and pressed until blood rushed from the small nick.

She then passed the blade to Josephine, who seemed more than eager to be doing something regarding the use of blood. She gladly took the knife and slid the blade across her own fingers to draw a fair bit of blood, before handing the somewhat dirty knife to Lucinda with a wide grin. Out of the two, Lucinda looked the slightest bit disturbed by the act. However, she didn’t want to be the only one to not be able to see the spirit they were speaking to, and so she followed.

Shakily, she took the knife and pressed the tip into her palm, letting the crimson red liquid trail down her fingers until it reached the very tips. There, she touched the board with the others, completing the circle of blood that pooled about the planchette glass. The piece glinted and emanated a soft light at first, and Celeste allowed her eyes to flutter shut as her entire body tingled. The feeling of static electricity filled the room, descending upon the other two who had resigned themselves to the act.

A drowsiness filled the both of them, until suddenly, there was a small lapse of consciousness.

Once it all came flooding back to them, it was then they could hear a voice. A man’s...it was soft-spoken and mild, but sweet and one neither woman expected to hear fill their ears. When Celeste’s eyes then opened again, she was greeted to the sight of a well-dressed man from what she assumed was the late Victorian era. With mousy brown hair and wide-open, unseeing white eyes that had the lightest tint of a powder blue, it was jarring to behold.

He definitely appeared the part of an undead ghost, with eyes that looked as if he’d seen things no man should have ever had to lay witness to, and a general look as if he’d not been sleeping well. He also looked fairly young, and if one had to guess, he appeared to be roughly younger than Celeste but also older than Josephine.

Something about this brought about the Mother Hen in both Celeste and Lucinda, but neither woman dared to show this. Instead, it manifested in sheer curiosity. Josephine only stared back, with only the opposite. Disinterest and even slight amusement in the other’s reactions...a smirk curled at the corner of her mouth.

He was cute, yes...but to her, ‘cute’ meant something she could tease with ease.

The man who called himself Icarus looked ahead, but something about those eyes held a key indicator that perhaps his sight was not the best. He knew there were three women sitting in front of him, which meant with this inference alone, he could look between the three individually. Nervousness and distrust were blatant in those large, doll-like eyes.

He finally, after the longest time, mustered up the courage to speak. His voice was tiny and shaky, but audible to the three. “You...you can...?”

“Yes, love. We c’n see you...perfectly, in fact. It’s...quite odd, really.”, Celeste laughed. “I’ve had that spell in th’ back o’ my mind for ages...but never ‘ad th’ right application for it. A ouija board is...a limited method of communication, but this...we c’n see you jus’ as if there was someone there before us...”

“And, by the Gods...it works. I truly forget that there’s a method to your madness, Cel...”

“Mmm...so you’re th’ one this board summoned, ah? I actually expected an older gentleman with that name...but i guess tis th’ con of assumin’, right? You...may i ask you another sensitive question, carino...?”

“You may. I assure you whatever it may be...i probably have heard it before. I don’t believe there is much that can truly frighten me...i lost all fear of the unknown long ago, my dear lady...”, he responded gently, a small smile curling at his mouth.

“Right...when you mentioned the ‘board’, which i guess was t’ mean th’ Ouija board...what did’ja mean by that? How was it tha’ this board ended your life?”

The smile on his lips then died to a spacy stare. He looked away, unsure of how to answer that question honestly without having the horrific memory tied to that response replay in his head. On one end, she was being so sincere and kind about her questioning that he felt compelled to continue answering, but on the other, how was he to answer something like that?

Icarus was torn between two evils: being dishonest with the woman or his own horrific trauma and death being relived again.

Fiddling with his hands, the act of toying with his fingers was enough to comfort him enough into not outright panicking before them. “I’d...i’d sooner not...answer that, ma’am. I...I can’t...not like...l-like...oh...”, he trailed off, mumbling into deafening silence.

It was then Celeste felt absolutely horrible for even asking him, if his shift in demeanor wasn’t much to go by. She felt as if she’d just kicked a puppy, and it took everything in her to not sever the circuit, keeping him visible and audible to all of them and embrace him. She looked over to Lucinda, who seemed to share in this grievance while Josephine’s impish expression softened.

-I mean...i s’ppose i would too if somethin’ came out from th’ board an’ used me as their personal lil joy-ride before killin’ my ass deader than a doornail—HEY!-, Josephine’s response was briefly cut short by a sharp punt to the ankle under the table. A low, agitated grunt left Lucinda at this.

“That’s ENOUGH! Haven’t you anything else better to say, or are you actively trying to start something with this poor man?! If you don’t want to be here, Josephine, simply say so!”

-...Ok, i could’ve phrased that better...but in my defense, you DID tell me t’ be honest. That’s all i was doing...an’ besides...yer acting as if that’s not pretty much what just happened. For God’s sake, LOOK. He even said it. The board killed him; what do you think that means? It means somethin’ looking t’ take advantage gave him th’ smoke an’ here he is!-

Both women glared her down , but it was Celeste who kept her eye on Icarus the entire time out of the corner of her peripherals, waiting for the phantom of the young man to go completely undone from grief and panic from the flooding memories of how his death came to be. 

But, no. Instead, he slumped over until his head was practically down on the table, shielding his face from view.

Her heart ached, and with her untethered hand, she reached out—stopping for a moment mid-way, as if reconsidering it—before finally then deciding to console him. Her fingertips barely grazed the back of his arm, ghosting over his sleeve. Even if he was dead, she could feel a warmth radiating from his skin.

Was it just an illusion...or was it a result of her magic trying to compensate and make him seem as real as possible?

She wasn’t sure...but she knew he was reactive to her consoling touch. He didn’t touch her back, but didn’t push her hand away.

“Pardon her...sometimes, i forget she’s overly mouthy, so feel free to ignore that...if you are uncomfortable by the questions, then by all means: you are not obligated to answer them.”

“I...I’m aware of this, but...she also speaks the truth. In my darkest hour, something…i couldn’t quite tell you nor explain…but something, with no intention of playing nice sought to take my life. I thought it was them—the one i lost...but t’was a horrible lie. My death was nothing more than a fluke, and so shall it be—”

“Maybe so...but it is the way of fate. Sometimes, she can be cruel...and other times, she can play cruel games...none of it is fair, nor was how you passed...and for that, i truly am sorry...”

A mournful hum, before he looked up at her once more with solemn, clouded over eyes. “...My time in your hold wanes, sadly...i must go...but if you ever wish to speak with me again. All you need to do is call my name...i assure you, miss...i will come. As one who is as well-versed in the art of specters as you, i can confirm it...to call the full name of the deceased soul will make them come to you, as you would if someone called for you.”, he spoke, his voice as quiet and reverent as a prayer.

Celeste blinked, but an understanding gleam filled those dark emerald eyes. He was right—while the spell was effective in keeping spirits visible and audible to those contacting them; it was never for too long. She could’ve begged him to stay, but alas, that was outside of his own control as a phantom. So, with a nod, she returned the same tone of voice.

“Alright...until next time, Mr. Icarus...goodbye.”

As soon as all three women’s hands let go of the planchette, the spell was broken and the world around them regained its natural lighting. Icarus was now no longer able to be seen or heard from, which only further confirmed the spell had dissipated to nothing, leaving the trio in both wonder and slight sadness for the man.

The one who seemed the most affected by this was, of course, the leader of the seance herself.

Her questions only left her with more questions, but mostly about the man she’d just spoken to; not only did his appearance leave her wanting to talk to him more, but what he had told her also struck her as fascinating. By how he talked about the dead and spirits, he was possibly a medium of some type, which only drew her into him more just by default.

Be that because of her own fascination with spirits and the afterlife (Hell, her closest companion and guardian was this!), or because of the longing of her own Elias...

Elias...

She remembered the night she learned about his demise by the man who had wanted her as his own bride and as a trophy. It made her glad that he’d taken her sight from her when he’d first had her locked within the dungeons of his manor; a world without Elias was a world she no longer wished to see. Even after she could restore her sight after finally being free of El Antiguo Mal, it made her wish after then that she hadn’t.

So...maybe he could tell her something about him?

Was that even possible?

...Would Icarus even want to do that...?

It sounded quite selfish for her to make him use a gift that he’d been given, likely to bring closure to the bereaved and the dead. It was a gift meant for everyone, not just her. She then felt ashamed for even considering that as a possibility, but...it was a possibility.

A small one, but not an asinine one.

She had to see him again...

She HAD to see Icarus again...

-...I know that look in yer eyes, Cel...what is it?-

“...Nothin’. It’s...it’s nothin’. Really, Josie. Come on, let’s...let’s get this mess cleaned up, yes? Who’s on for a movie and a bottle o’ Sauvignon? After that, i’m sure you both ‘ave ‘ad enough o’ th’ smoke an’ mirrors routine...”

Both Lucinda and Josephine looked at one another. Something didn’t feel right about this; the dazed expression and current countenance didn’t suit Celeste, and they knew it. Something about the experience had set something off for the woman, and being ever the brave soul, she was trying to repress it.

Be that with other activities or alcohol, as if the act of offering a bottle of wine didn’t say it all.

Still...was it wise to make her talk about it? Both knew that once Celeste was dead-set on something, there was no stopping the draconian woman...so what made it any different here...?

[mistfallenjoyer]

I made little icons of all the soul riders and I want to find these little phone images to put them in-

Lucy is asking them the bug question :)

Omn

[yukis-tasks]

I think the funniest (interesting) part of this lesson is that MC is becoming more like Mammon!-of all people!!- will this trend continue?!?

We’ll find out: on the next lesson of Obey me!Nightbringer!!!!!

[angelmuse-im-blog]

Angel Invocation

Archangel Invocation in time of Pandemic

I call on the inner planes to witness.  I state my purpose as thus.

NAH-KAR YORD HAY VARV HAY

NAH-KAR-YORD HAY YARV HAY

NAH-KAR-YORD HAY YARV HAY

Picture the following images as you speak the words:

I pass through the arch of stone.

I walk through a field of golden corn.

I am warmed by the fire of the sun.

I am cooled my water of the ocean.

I am steady on the firm earth.

I breathe a sweet breeze.

I feel the weight of the earth beneath me.

Ask these questions out loud but do not answer them in any way:

I ask how did I come to be at peace?

I ask, how did I let go of fear?

I ask, how did I learn to manifest my dreams?

(Imagine an orange glow on your left, a purple glow on your right.  Imagine these lights for a few moments and say:)

I call on Thee, Mighty Angel Arzel (ARE-ZELL), who stands in the East, to assist me in this and all my endeavors.

Kosu harim selah va’anafeha arz-El

(KOH-SUE HAR-IM SIL0AG VA-ANNA-FEHA ARE-ZELL)

ARE-ZELL, ARE-ZELL, ARE-ZELL

ARZ-ALE, ARZ-ALE, ARZ-ALE

ARE-ZYAEKK, ARE-ZAY-ELL, ARE-ZAY-ELL

I call on The, Mighty Raziel (RAH-ZEE-ELL)

who stands in the East to make me heard

by the secret angels of the universe

TAH-ZEE-ELL, RAH-ZEE-ELL, RAH-ZEE-ELL

Specie tua et pulchritudine tua intende,

Prosper procede, et egna, propter vertatem,

Et mansuetudinem, et justiltiam,

Et deducet te mirabilitr extera tua.

Pronunciation:  

SPECK-EE-AY TWO-AH ET PULLP-CRIT-OO-DIN-AY

TWO-AH INT-EN-DAY,

ET REG-NAR, PROP=TER, VERY-TA-DEM,

ET JUST-IT-EE-AM,

ET DEAD-UCK-ET TAY MEE-RAH-BILL-IT-ERR

DEX-TERRA TWO-ARE)

Oh mighty Raziel (RAH-ZEE-LL),

Let my voice be heard by the

Great angel Yeiazel (YAY-EE-AZ-ELL)

I seal this request with the

Word of power

Anaphaxeton (ANNA-FAX-EAT-ON)

Make the Invocation Chant:

DEUS NE ELOGERTIS A ME DEUES MEUS IN AUXILIUM MEUM RESPICE

Pronunciation:  

DAY-US AY-LONJAIR-IS A MAY DAY-US MAY-US IN AX-ILL-EE-UM MAY-UM RES-PITCH-AY

Sing the following 3 times:

All Power Arch Angels, and all angels of God

All Power Arch Angels, and all angels of God

All Power Arch Angels, and all angels of God

Latin:

Omnes potentiae arcchangeli, et omnes angeli Dei

Omnes potentiae arcchangeli, et omnes angeli Dei

Omnes potentiae arcchangeli, et omnes angeli Dei

I now invoke thee mighty Archangel Michael to stand at my right hand side. I ask you to pour courage and strength into me and bring about a healing for the people of earth. I now request that you cut the Coronavirus down with your sword. I ask that the deep blue cloak of protection be placed over humanity and that only that which is of the highest and purest light may heal the sick.

Latin:

Nunc precor, Archageli Michaelis explicitas stabit in parte dextra. Pet out effundam de virtute ac viribus, in me et sanitatem propter populum de terra. Et nunc rogo te interficiam gladio coronavirus. Praesidium peto altum amictus superponeretur summae humanitatis et auro quae sola luce sanare infirmos.

Invoke the Archangels:

I now invoke thee mighty Archangel Gabriel to stand at my left hand side in your pure white ray. I ask that you pour your pure white energy into the souls of mankind and bring them guidance about the next step or our pathway to rid earth of the CoronaVirus. I ask that the symbols of our life’s mission be illuminated and activated now. Please bring joy, grace, clarity, understanding, generosity and order into our lives.

Latin:

Nunc precor ingentem apud me Gariel Archangelus mittitur ad sinistram stavit in parte alba pura ray. Peto out effundam tibi alba pura inustria hominis in animabus nostris et eos regere super gradum proximum progredi aut via rid de terra coronoavirus. Peto symbolis vitae nostrae illuminentur, mission activated nunc. Da Gaudium gratiae claritatem intellectus nostril liberalitate ordo.

I now invoke thee mighty Archangel Uriel to stand in front of me and fill my aura with your purple and gold ray of wisdom and peace. Help us to fill our lives with serenity, brotherhood and sisterhood. Please break our mental and emotional chains and free us from all our fears.

Latin:

Hieremihel archangelus numc precor forti stabit in conspectus oculorum meorum est et replete purpura et aurum tuum meum est cum shpaera lucis et pacis sapeintia. Adjuva nos implore possemus incidit fraternitam effecit. Placere nos mentis et motus catenis, et conteram ut nos redimeret ab omni metu facimus.

I now invoke thee mighty Archangel Raphael of the emerald ray to stand behind me. I ask that you pour healing and abundance into us. I ask for protection on our journeys and that we be impressed with justice, truth and vision.

Latin:

Nunc percor forti Raphaelem Archangeum smaragdus ray surgere post me. Pet out effundam sanitatem, et abundantia in nobis. Et petere praesidium et a nostris iter itineris, quod potest imprimi virtus et iustitia, et veritate vision.

Close the invocation:

I seal this request with the word of power ANAPHAXETON (ANNA-FAX-EAT-ON). As you angels have come in peace, go in peace.  It is done.

Latin:

Et oblinito petere, cum ex verbi virtute anaphaxeton (Anna-fax-eat-on). Ut veni Anges pepace vade ub oace agitur.

[chenfordfanficquotes]

Tim flashed back to the parking garage with Lucy. ”When I was in that barrel, I knew you would find me. No matter what it took.” He wanted to tell Lucy that he knew that she’d find him, too, but the words got stuck in his throat. Lucy stood and tugged Tim up with her, gathering him into a hug and holding him as tightly as she dared given his injuries. “You’re more of a ‘show you’ than a ‘tell you’ guy, right?” she asked into his chest. “So what if Rosalind manipulated you into saying an exact phrase to her first? You’ve shown me that you love me plenty of times before that. That’s the Tim Bradford version of telling someone.” Tim felt something come undone in his chest, and he circled his left arm around her back to grip her waist. His right hand drifted up her back to wind its into her hair. His cheek rested against the crown of her head, and he let out a dry chuckle. “What?” Lucy asked, her face still pressed into his body. “It just figures that when I finally talk about what happened, you do most of the actual talking,” he answered with a faint smirk.

-Omne Malum ab Homine by @cleromanticon (submitted by @roguetwelve)

[intothestacks]

The First Encyclopedia Arranged in Alphabetical Order

Sometime between 1360 and 1375 an English clerk called James le Palmer wrote an encyclopedia of universal knowledge that had a word count of roughly 1,000,000 and was 1,100 folio leaves long.

He also commissioned a whopping 800 illustrations from numerous illuminators to be included in the manuscript, making the encyclopedia (titled Omne bonum) earning it the distinction of being the work with the widest subject range of illustration subjects among its contemporaries.

If you’re interested in learning more about it, the best resource on the subject is probably Omne Bonum. A Fourteenth-Century Encyclopedia of Universal Knowledge by Lucy Freeman Sandler, which includes an analysis of the text as well as attribution of the sources le Palmer would have used when creating his encyclopedia.

The original manuscript is kept at the British Library and is archived as Royal 6.E VI-VII.

[thekultofo]

An hour of dark, dark #ambient... Hope you enjoy!

Original artwork: Caravaggio - Burial of St. Lucy

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[orietursicutsol]

Dominica Tertia in Quadragesima

– Epistola – Evangelium

Léctio Epístolæ beáti Pauli Apóstoli ad Ephésios.

Fratres: Estóte imitatóres Dei, sicut fílii caríssimi: et ambuláte in dilectióne, sicut et Christus diléxit nos, et trádidit semetípsum pro nobis oblatiónem et hóstiam Deo in odórem suavitátis. Fornicátio autem, et omnis immundítia, aut avarítia, nec nominétur in vobis, sicut decet sanctos; aut turpitúdo, aut stultilóquium, aut scurrílitas, quæ ad rem non pértinet: sed magis gratiárum áctio. Hoc enim scitóte intelligéntes, quod omnis fornicátor, aut immúndus aut avárus, quod est idolórum sérvitus, non habet hæreditátem in regno Christi, et Dei. Nemo vos sedúcat inánibus verbis: propter hæc enim venit ira Dei in fílios diffidéntiæ. Nolíte ergo éffici partícipes eórum. Erátis enim aliquándo ténebræ, nunc autem lux in Dómino. Ut fílii lucis ambuláte: fructus enim lucis est in omni bonitáte, et justítia, et veritáte.

Sequéntia sancti Evangélii secúndum Lucam.

In illo témpore: Erat Jesus ejíciens dæmónium, et illud erat mutum. Et cum ejecísset dæmónium, locútus est mutus, et admirátæ sunt turbæ. Quidam autem ex eis dixérunt: «In Beélzebub príncipe dæmoniórum éjicit dæmónia.» Et álii tentántes, signum de cælo quærébant ab eo. Ipse autem ut vidit cogitatiónes eórum, dixit eis: «Omne regnum in seípsum divísum desolábitur, et domus supra domum cadet. Si autem et sátanas in seípsum divísus est, quómodo stabit regnum ejus? quia dícitis in Beélzebub me ejícere dæmónia. Si autem ego in Beélzebub ejício dæmónia: fílii vestri in quo ejíciunt? Ideo ipsi júdices vestri erunt. Porro si in dígito Dei ejício dæmónia: profécto pervénit in vos regnum Dei. Cum fortis armátus custódit átrium suum, in pace sunt ea, quæ póssidet. Si autem fórtior eo supervéniens vícerit eum, univérsa arma ejus áuferet, in quibus confidébat, et spólia ejus distríbuet. Qui non est mecum, contra me est: et qui non cólligit mecum, dispérgit. Cum immúndus spíritus exíerit de hómine, ámbulat per loca inaquósa, quærens réquiem: et non invéniens dicit: Revértar in domum meam, unde exívi. Et cum vénerit, ínvenit eam scopis mundátam, et ornátam. Tunc vadit, et assúmit septem álios spíritus secum, nequióres se, et ingréssi hábitant ibi. Et fiunt novíssima hóminis illíus pejóra prióribus.» Factum est autem, cum hæc díceret: extóllens vocem quædam múlier de turba, dixit illi: «Beátus venter, qui te portávit, et úbera, quæ suxísti.» At ille dixit: «Quinímmo beáti, qui áudiunt verbum Dei, et custódiunt illud.»

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[turangalila]

Hildegard Von Bingen (1098 - 1179) Sequence — O Ignis Spiritus Paracliti (D 158, R 473r) Symphonia armonie celestium revelationum (c. 1150)

1a. O ignis Spiritus paracliti, vita vite omnis creature, sanctus es vivificando formas. 1b. Sanctus es ungendo periculose fractos, sanctus es tergendo fetida vulnera. 2a. O spiraculum sanctitatis, o ignis caritatis, o dulcis gustus in pectoribus et infusio cordium in bono odore virtutum. 2b. O fons purissime, in quo consideratur quod Deus alienos colligit et perditos requirit. 3a. O lorica vite et spes compaginis membrorum omnium et o cingulum honestatis: salva beatos. 3b. Custodi eos qui carcerati sunt ab inimico, et solve ligatos quos divina vis salvare vult. 4a. O iter fortissimum, quod penetravit omnia in altissimis et in terrenis et in omnibus abyssis, tu omnes componis et colligis. 4b. De te nubes fluunt, ether volat, lapides humorem habent, aque rivulos educunt, et terra viriditatem sudat. 5a. Tu etiam semper educis doctos per inspirationem Sapientie letificatos. 5b. Unde laus tibi sit, qui es sonus laudis et gaudium vite, spes et honor fortissimus, dans premia lucis.

The Origin Of Fire Music And Visions Of Hildegard Von Bingen Anonymous 4 (Harmonia Mundi, 2005)

Composer: Hildegard von Bingen (1098 - 1179)

Work: O ignis Spiritus Paracliti from Symphonia armonie celestium revelationum (around 1150)

Performer: Anonymous 4

[vgbossthemes]

Specie tua tantum carnem adme omnes habet cultum Ego sum qui mittit petras et gubernat omnes vitae Caelum, terra, aversione Magna, parvus, reversusque Fortis ductor, praecipio Quod ligabis lucem vocis

Cum omnibus lucis plenus, apocalypse finibus Victum unus qui comedit hic vitae omnia tenebris

Malum incarnatus surgit Adducentes secum mortem Para! Para! Para! Para!

Fortis rex, bellator, in manus gladio Bellum in virtute, victum quod hostibus

Magis mortem venit primum Quod est quidam venire Para omnes! Para omnes! Para omnes!

Nunc est tempus, haec est locus ubi nos obstandum, omne tandem ex nobis unum

Specie tua tantum carnem adme omnes habet cultum Ego sum qui mittit petras et gubernat omnes vitae Caelum, terra, aversione Magna, parvus, reversusque Fortis ductor, praecipio Quod ligabis lucem vocis

Cum omnibus lucis plenus, apocalypse finibus Victum unus qui comedit hic vitae omnia tenebris

Malum incarnatus surgit Adducentes secum mortem Para! Para! Para! Para!

Fortis rex, bellator, in manus gladio Bellum in virtute, victum quod hostibus

Magis mortem venit primum Quod est quidam venire Para omnes! Para omnes! Para omnes!

Nunc est tempus, haec est locus ubi nos obstandum, omne tandem ex nobis unum Omnes