#tree of souls

[inolaphoenix]

So I drew my oc Tovanek from a scene in my rp with my friend @ritrox ! This is a new outfit for him! Definitely took inspo from Tsu'tey's outfit near the end of the movie! And the green blue is not feathers but fur from the horned teylu!

[baudouinette]

Merry Christmas 💙

My Christmas tree of souls from two years ago!

[naavispider]

Ok so the last part in “Jake’s first flight” soundtrack in Avatar is Ninat praying to Eywa, and that game me an idea. What if the recoms squad camped somewhere near a lone tree of voices and Spider took the opportunity to bow at its roots and sing prayers? How would they (mostly Quaritch tho) react to it? To him singing in Na’vi, and in a religious context?

The moss was a soft blanket under his knees. He knelt down amongst the tender, lilac tendrils of the Tree of Voices like he was on hallowed ground. Every movement had to be soft, considered and mindful. This was a place where Eywa saw all.

“Great Mother, I pray for the wellness of my family. I pray for the prosperity and safety of the People. Let the be okay. Let them escape the terror of discovery.” He carded his fingers through a few glowing branches, as softly as he could, and closed his eyes while holding them. “Most importantly, I pray for forgiveness for my part in that terror. I will be strong, but I know it is not enough. I pray that you can forgive me for being with the Sky People. I pray that you can forgive me for the evil in my veins. Look into my heart and know that it is with the People. Ma Eywa, forgive me.”

When he opened his eyes, he was still as alone as he could be. A soft breeze rustled over the grass around him, and for a second he swore the tree grew brighter. He splayed one hand on the ground as his heartbeat picked up, keeping the other gently holding the tree’s tendrils. It had always been his way of connecting to Eywa without a kuru. “Ma Eywa,” he whispered through closed eyelids, feeling more certain than ever that she was listening.

“What the hell are you doing, kid?”

In an instant, it was over. The wind died and the light dimmed. Spiders heart sank as he opened his eyes in anger, immediately raging that none other than Colonel Miles Quaritch had interrupted.

“Minding my own business,” he growled, standing up and turning around to glare at Quaritch.

Quaritch however, seemed oblivious to Spider’s ire. “What was that?” he asked, a frown forming on his face as he gestured at the tree.

Spider narrowed his eyes, not sure if he wanted to share that most precious moment with the RDA squad leader. He bit his tongue for a moment. “Nothing.”

Quaritch looked suspicious. He tilted his head to the side and his tail swished agitatedly behind him. Eventually he decided to take Spider’s word for it. “What are you doing over here by yourself? Come back to the squad.”

Spider turned his back, resuming his position on the floor. “I’m good, thanks.”

“Spider-“

“Leave me alone.”

Quaritch clearly felt some type of way about this, because he hesitated before answering. “If you get eaten by some beast don’t blame me.”

Spider rolled his eyes at the man’s attempt at humour, and didn’t respond. If he did, it wouldn’t be pleasant. He waited until the sound of the recom’s boots had retreated all the way back to where the rest of the temporary camp was set up, a decent distant away from the tree. He closed his eyes again, trying to get back to that place of calm and stillness that had allowed Eywa to hear him. He lowered his breathing and heart rates, and tried to focus on feeling her energy, but the moment was gone.

“Demons!” he cursed.

He took a deep breath, and settled back on his haunches, listening to the low buzz of the forest as he brought to the forefront of his mind a song. In a low voice, he began to sing:

Utralä (a)Nawm ayrina’l(u) ayoeng, A peyä tìtxur mì hinam awngeyä N(a) aysangek afkeu, Mì pun N(a) ayvul ahusawnu, M(ì) aynar Na seze A ’ong ne tsawke. Utralä (a)Nawm ayrina’ l(u) ayoeng, A peyä tìrol m(ì) awnga.

The song told of the connectivity of the People, and Spider had heard it sung and joined in countless times during periods of loss and also celebration. It was one of his favourite ways to pay tribute to Eywa.

Unfortunately for him, his singing hadn’t gone unnoticed. He was brought back to reality by a piercing whistle from the camp. He gasped, spinning round to see who or what had just invaded his privacy again.

“Shut it Lyle,” Quaritch chastised from not too far away.

Wainfleet looked smug as anything, grinning from ear to ear, but he had the common sense to not speak again.

“Bastards,” Spider hissed.

Quaritch put his hands up, slowly approaching Spider’s spot under the tree as if Spider was a scared animal and he was worried about spooking him. “That was pretty impressive. That was all in your funky alien language?”

Spider simmered, clenching his fists at his side. Why he ever bothered trying to teach Quaritch the funky alien language, Spider didn’t know. “Are you trying to piss me off? Cause it’s fucking working.”

“Hey, don’t give me that,” Quaritch said, making a faux offended expression. “I was just thinking how nice it sounded.”

Spider raised an eyebrow. That sounded like some bullshit. “Did you fall over a blastbulb or something?” Maybe the recom was sick.

"Can I not enjoy something?"

Spider squirmed uncomfortably. Not when it comes from me. "No."

Quaritch took a seat next to Spider. The tree of voices's branches brushed over the recom's shoulders and he pulled them off gently. "Sounded real special."

"It was," Spider replied, deadpan. He so did not want to be having this conversation with Quaritch. Especially not here, so close to Eywa.

"What does it mean?" Quaritch pressed. He sounded sincere for once, so Spider grit his teeth and tried to explain.

"It's a song about connectivity. It tells us that we're all seeds of the sacred tree. We are all of Eywa, and eventually we will all return to her."

"Eywa...?"

"The Great Mother."

Quaritch nodded his head as if he'd just put the name to the colloquialism. "Gotcha."

Spider stared at him sideways. Why did he care? Why was he listening to him?

"And this Eywa, she's the big daddy around here, right? The one all the local nuts are obsessed with..." He didn't say it as a question, more like a memory that was coming back to him from a previous life. "I remember Augustine..."

Spider flinched at the mention of Kiri's mom. He also wasn't used to anyone talking about Eywa in such a dismissive and disrespectful way. He'd never heard that before. "You don't see, so just stop talking."

Quaritch had the gumption to look confused.

"You think it's something to joke about. Well I don't want to hear it. Go slander her name to your boyfriend." He nodded over to Wainfleet.

"Woah, kid!" Quaritch was clearly baffled at Spider's response. "I didn't mean to offend. Don't get yourself riled up. I just wanna know why you believe so much in this... this deity."

"...Why do I believe?"

"That's right."

Spider thought about it for a moment, running his hands over the moss beneath him and watching it glow. "....Because she's real."

"Ah ah!" Quaritch made a disappointed face as if Spider had just lost a game or answered a question wrong. "That's a logical fallacy. I'm asking you what evidence do you have."

Spider frowned.

"I mean, there must be a lot if you're willing to sit and sing a song to a tree for half an hour for her."

He bristled, trying not to let Quaritch's language rile him up. "She lives in all of us," he began to explain slowly. "When we die, we return to her and the People can hear their ancestors living on at places like this. She guided Jake through her eye and blessed him with a new body." He shrugged. "If you want evidence, talk to the science guys. Oh wait..." He looked straight at Quaritch. "You already killed one of them."

Quaritch kept his face impassive, though he stretched his jaw, taking in Spider's words. "We've all wished for do-overs, kid," he finally replied, so quietly that Spider wasn't sure he'd heard correctly. Was Quaritch trying to say that he regretted killing Grace?

"You don't belong in a place like this," Spider said, having finally had enough.

"What? And you do?" Quaritch appraised him, an irritated frown line forming between his eyes. "Look at you. You can't even plug into the thing."

Spider snapped, hissing at Quaritch. How dare this man invade his privacy - invade Eywa's sacred site - spew doubts and insults and then attack Spider for not being Na'vi... "Get out!" he yelled, needing the man to retreat to at least a few feet away from the tree's edge. Preferably the middle of a deep lake with weights on his feet, if possible.

"Right, you're kinda sensitive about that, huh?"

"I said get OUT!" A breeze had swept up in the past minute or two, seeming to circle where the pair were sat. At Spider's words, it turned ice cold.

"Jesus!" Quaritch cussed, noticing the dramatic change in temperature. He stared questioningly at Spider, who remained resolutely planted on the ground, the temperature not appearing to affect him. After a second of hesitation, Quaritch got up to his feet and hastily retreated back to the camp, watching Spider the whole way.

Spider didn't know why the cold didn't bother him. He could feel it for sure, but only as if he was a passenger in his own body, feeling without really experiencing. His heart was hammering twice its usual speed. That was the second sign from Eywa today. He didn't know how or why, but it seemed like she had heard him.

She'd heard him.

"Thank you, Great Mother," he muttered, so quietly that no one would be able to hear, even Quaritch, who was stood on the perimeter of the tree, staring at Spider as if he was finally learning to See.

[maddiearts2307]

The Spirit Tree, also known as the Tree of Souls, is up in the snowy mountains where the Mountain Na'vi is located, where the clan is also known as the Sultakayina Clan. The Spirit Tree is their direct line to Eywa and their closest connection and is a sacred site among all Na'vi who walk among the Spirit Tree. 

The tree has long blue bioluminescent tendrils compared to all the other Spirit Trees of the Omaticaya and Metkayina Clan. The reason why this tree is different from the color of the long bioluminescent tendrils is because of the adaptation from withstanding the cold environment and the surroundings that give it such a beautiful, colorful look to the Spirit Tree.

[aiisstuffnthings]

Light of Eywa

[tiamattseirei]

Headed back home tomorrow. My trip to visit my boyfriend went much too fast, but I had a wonderful time. I'll be working on replies tomorrow during my layover before flying home.

Enjoy some pics from the botanical gardens~

[martulenstudio]

The Tree of Souls timelapse!

[inolaphoenix]

Hello!!!! I would like to present this BEAUTIFUL art piece made by none other than the AMAZINGLY skilled @anxiousdreamcore herself !!! She did an amazing job drawing out my character! I couldn't have asked for more. They truly went above and beyond my expectations, and for that, I'm thankful!! Please, if you can, go show some support and maybe even commission like I did!!! 💜💜💜💜🥰🥰🥰🥰

[snapbookreviews]

Tree of Souls: The Mythology of Judiasm by Howard Schwartz

Tree of Souls is a collection of Jewish mythology like no other.

Note: This should have gone up Monday, July 22, but for whatever reason, it didn’t release from the queue. Apologies for the delay. Tree of Souls is a book that has been on my bookshelf for a number of years now. I first sought it out for it having the most clearly defined retelling of (and accompanying sources for) the story of the unfinished corner of creation that I could find. I picked it up…

[krautjunker]

Die Weisheit der Wälder - Auf der Suche nach dem Mutterbaum

Buchvorstellung von Thomas Thelen Die Weisheit der Wälder von Suzanne Simard ist ein herausragendes Buch (erschienen 2021 in den USA, 2022 in Deutschland), das die komplexen und oft übersehenen Kommunikations- und Unterstützungsnetzwerke in Wäldern enthüllt und naturwissenschaftlich belegt. Simard, eine international führende Forstökologin, beschreibt in ihrem Werk, wie Bäume und Pflanzen durch…

[a-path-by-the-moon]

[holylottie]

Tree of souls (avatar 2009)

Tree of souls from Avatar (2009) with cold porcelain.

14.11.2023

[randomfandomisuppose]

Custody battle for the ages thought dump:

-Selling your soul USED to mean that you had to do whatever the person who bought your soul wants you to, but after the defeat of Pariah Dark the Ghost Zone had some massive judicial reforms. Danny isn’t the Ghost King but that’s because he was like “Uh, what? I’m 14 why don’t you guys have an election or something?”

-Pandora is the current prime minister of the Ghost Zone

-I am not coming up with an in depth system of government for a silly idea but I see them as having a parliament and local governments for different parts of the ghost zone and working on a judicial system and all that fun stuff.

-I’m not sure who exactly Danny’s “Ghost Parent” would be but I think it’d be fun if it was Pandora

-Constantine sold his soul to her after the reforms and she’s just like “Ah a little brother for my halfa son how lovely”

-Younger ghosts acknowledge the fact that Constantine is a grown ass man (and a kinda terrifyingly powerful one at that) but the ancients think he’s adorable

-“Awwwwww baby’s first immortality spell 🥺”

-They think him doing magic is cute the same way little kids making mud potions is cute

-Constantine hates it but will also take any advantage he can get, sometimes they’ll do magical favours for him

-Danny calls him baby brother specifically to piss him off

-Danny has been learning ghost magic but isn’t that good at it yet, Constantine mostly only really knows non ghost magic but is slowly picking it up through osmosis

-Danny gets the Fenton tall gene and grows up to be slightly taller than Constantine (To Constantine’s absolute dismay and displeasure as the baby brother jokes increase in frequency)

-Danny just randomly starts showing up at the watchtower whenever Constantine is there to bother him

-The JL is just like “whose lost sassy floating child is this and how the fuck did they get here?”

Bonus:

The bat siblings: “There’s no fucking way they’re siblings they look and sound nothing alike.”

Danny and Constantine: (Have a full blown magical duel because Danny hid Constantine’s cigarettes, Constantine accidentally lands a hit on Danny and immediately regrets it.)

Danny: I’m gonna tell mom!

Constantine: (Panicked English bargaining)

The bat siblings: “Oh, nevermind.”

[euphorictruths]

Solitary Star- Eli Mcmullen; 2023

[assassin1513]

🍁🍂⚜️🤎September Time🤎⚜️🍂🍁

[trickytrick]

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