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I need that disability determination bros

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"Liminal" means "boundary" as in "the veil is thin here"

Liminal spaces are places that feel dreamlike, fuzzy on reality. Their boundaries are unstable. A bus station at night. A long desert highway. A bridge over a river.

They do, however, have an opposite; the Proximal space. These are places that feel far too real, extremely defined, boundaries that seem to override natural forces like time or space. Large warehouses without windows, identical chain stores at disorienting hours, your home after a nap of indeterminate time.

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Four rabbis are debating scripture out in the garden, and one of them notices he's continuously outvoted by the other three even though he's absolutely certain he's right. At a certain point, his frustration gets the best of him and he stands up, raises his hands and and says "My Lord, you must know that this is the right way, gives us a sign to let us know!"

As soon as he has spoken, a cloud materializes out of nowhere, moves in front of the sun and dissolves again.

The other three look at him, at each other, go "Well... That was certainly unusual, but the weather's been acting up a bit lately, so this does not really mean anything", and just continue with the discussion unmoved.

The fourth rabbi, increasingly desperate, again stands up and calls out "My Lord, they continue to defy your word, please send another sign to help them see the error of their ways!"

This time, it's not just one cloud, but the entire sky darkens, a thunderclap sounds and a bolt of lightning hits just next to the other three rabbis. They're startled, but after catching their breath conclude that no, you don't see that every day, but it's late summer, thunderstorms can come in surprisingly quickly, we're out in an open garden, there's no lightning rod on top of the synagogue even though there really should be, etc. So this still doesn't mean anything, we'll stick with our viewpoints thank you very much.

Now absolutely livid and still outvoted, the fourth rabbi gets up one final time, stamps his feet, raises his hands and shouts "Oh Lord, you who created all, for the love of your people and the ways of the world, make your will known, so that it must be clear even to these stubborn mules!"

And a booming voice fills the sky, "HE IS CORRECT"

The other three rabbis look up, look down to their colleague, and finally one says:

"That's still three against two"

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Khthonios

Blessed Dionysos Khthonios, We praise Your name, The depths of the earth are made bright by Your presence, We fear not what dwells beneath because You are there, too. Glorious Khthonios, The scent of the dark, rich earth, The caves where wine is perfected, The Underworld where Your dread Mother Persephone reigns, The roots of trees and plants, The strange tangles of mycelium, The graves where bodies are laid to rest, All these You watch over. May we never fear these things, And what lies beyond, For Your gentle presence releases all burdens, And soothes all fears.

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Happy Columbus Day everyone!

(I say this because so far I've, again, only seen Indigenous ppl posting about orange shirt day.)

I haven't seen a post that says it but yall don't understand sometimes for us, just being here is all we can muster. Existence is resistence when you've survived genocide again and again.

I'm begging allies to post about orange shirt day & reblog native posts. Its one day a year, please. It's emotional & exhausting to always carry the weight of spreading awareness. Allies and especially settlers living on turtle island should be making every effort to help us bear our burden today.

We don't often complain but I will say its hard. And it's exhausting to watch ppl around us scroll past our posts. To be the ones who always have to make posts too or else there just won't be any. There are already so few of us, can you please just pay attention to the ones who made it this far because on a day like today we know damn well not all of us did. We can't afford rest. We can't afford to just Not make awareness or Indigenous content posts. We can't afford to be ignored.

And speaking up for ourselves wouldn't be so hard if we didn't hear the deafening silence where the support of our brothers, sisters, and cousins should be. The same silence that so many settlers are content to join despite still having beating hearts & loud voices.

Today we mourn the cruelties of the residential and boarding school systems.

We mourn our brothers and sisters who were killed by them.

We even sit in the same deafening silence that allowed those atrocities to happen (as we speak detention centers -the same ones who sterilized women without consent- are full & water protectors are brutalized for protecting treaty land)

It doesn't feel like much has changed.

Existence is resistence.

Silence is Violence.

So scream. Yell. Use your voices. Boost ours. At least for today. But do not be silent. Do not be complicit in our harm. Be an accomplice to our progress. Be an ally.

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Replace the Sun with the Theoi and you’ve got a banger

― Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

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Virtual reconstruction made by Virtual Archaeological Museum, and Comitato Cininnato Pompei.

Atrium. House of the Faun, Pompeii .

Library and peristyle of Villa of the Papyri, Herculaneum.

House of the Labyrinth, Pompeii.

Beautiful

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I’m a big fan of Hozier’s music but will absolutely ignore this less savoury side of it tbh

🙃 Regular reminder that while Hozier has amazing love songs, he is ALSO very outspoken about his leftist politics, specifically anti-fascism, anti-racism, reproductive rights, Palestinian rights and more.

Take Me To Church and Foreigner’s God are scathing critiques of organized religion, specifically the Catholic Church.

Moment’s Silence is about oral sex but it’s ALSO about how that specific sexual act is often distorted to a show of power rather than that of love.

Nina Cried Power is an homage to various civil rights activists from the US and Ireland and a call to follow their path.

Be specifically criticizes anti-migrant policies and Trump and his ilk.

Jackboot Jump is about the global wave of fascism.

Swan Upon Leda is about reproductive rights and the violent colonial oppression of Ireland and Palestine.

Eat Your Young is about the ruinous way the 1%/capitalism prioritizes short-term profit over everything else to the detriment of the youth/99%.

Butchered Tongue is about Irish and other indigenous languages being suppressed and erased by imperial powers.

If any of the above surprised you, please, please delve deeper into Hozier’s music, you’re missing such an important part of his work.

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Happy Feast of Jupiter Fulgur!

Today, October 7th, the Classical Church of Byzantium Novum celebrates the Feast of Jupiter Fulgur! Meaning “Jupiter of the Daytime Lightning” the epithet was closely related to Jupiter Fulminator (“Jupiter who Hurls Thunder”) and linked to several others as well.

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I had another reading with the Emperors the other day.

I like to keep space between my readings with them, so as not to pester or irritate them, but the possibility of an exciting new job opened up and I had to ask them what they thought of it — a hospice chaplain position in the wilds of Montana. I am, at absolute best, under-qualified as a hospice chaplain (I have most of a certificate course under my belt + a diploma in theology) but I sometimes apply for positions anyway when I gaslight myself into thinking I could pull it off.

Anyway.

It wasn’t a bad reading, per se; unlike the reading I got for my birthday my diviner rated this one as “harsh, but ultimately positive.” Classic Emperors. Interestingly it focused comparatively little on the job; my Lords evidently feel that if I manage to blunder my way into the position it could end up doing me good. I’m not so sure — I’m inclined to turn down a second interview if offered; I don’t think I can hack it. It’s nice to know there are options, though, should I ever seriously choose to pursue that line of work. Which I may not! I’m still breathlessly waiting on the government to determine whether I’m too disabled to work. Fingers-crossed.

So at top we had 6 of Wands, which I was told was “very auspicious” as it “signifies success in the public arena, very visible and public victory.” So far, so good. After that, however, things took a turn: apparently I’ve been “resisting taking the right path” as far as what the Lords want of me as far as giving them good PR and doing public works in their name.

Whoops!

Followed by a Knight of Pentacles, the Hierophant, and the Queen of Pentacles reversed. The upshot is, as said, ultimately positive — when all is said and done they’d like to see me as a religious authority related to them, a pope figure — but that I have a lot of hard work to get to that point of mastery and command.

Ugh.

I hurt my back about a week and a half ago, just getting up from a chair. I’ve been on steroids, painkillers, muscle relaxers, and I can still barely walk with a cane, hunched-over in pain. No more meds for me either — back pain is suspicious to clinicians and if I go in for meds they’ll label me as painkiller-seeking and I won’t be able to get so much as an aspirin ever again. So instead I’m going in for a prescription for physical therapy — and good fucking luck finding a PT who takes Medicaid.

I’m tired, is the point. Tired, and scared, and despairing and in pain.

and still they want more of me!

I complained on my pagan Discord server about what a pain in the ass godslavery is and got a fair rejoinder: your gods are emperors. The very nature of empire is to always hunger for more.

Truer words!

I chose to be a hierodoulos. I gave myself over as an oblation; opened myself up and told the Lords to take whatever they want of me, whenever, forever. What should I expect beyond what I’ve received? It is comforting to know even in dark moments such as these that my Lords have a plan for me — a vision of what I can, should, and will achieve for them. Of the 6-card reading that I paid for there is still one card left to be pulled, clarifying what exactly it is that I’ve been resisting as far as their wishes go. I hope that it’s clear and helpful, and brings me closer to their path.

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"I asked dozens of them, young and old alike, “Who is a Jew? What is Judaism? What makes you a Jew?” They shrugged their shoulders. The questions do not interest them. There is a time to philosophize, a time to accept the commandments of Judaism as a revelation from Sinai, and a time to ask questions. They are Jews, and that is that; the rest is unimportant. A Jew is one who feels himself a Jew."

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The Jews of Silence: A Personal Report on Soviet Jewry by Elie Wiesel

Photo: Leni Sonnenfeld

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Managed to remember this morning, which is actually rarer than it should be. Let’s hope I remember to take them in the evening.

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I too have experienced divine love when smoking weed

Whenever i get stoned i get really religious. Like, normally im agnostic/atheist (jew) but weed makes me certain that G-d is real and loves me. It kinda rocks

Smoking that [JOKE PENDING]

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Ok I see what u guys meant abt the bots taking fun urls

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The goddess Juno 🪿💘🦚🐐

Happy September everyone! Did you know that on the kalends (1st) of September, the Romans held ceremonies for Juno on the Aventine? More specifically, they worshiped her form of 'Juno Regina', or Queen Juno.

When illustrating her, I wanted to emphasise the Roman aspects of Juno, rather than her syncretism with Hera, so I only included the peacock as a feather detail in her diadem. The goatskin is attributed to Juno's role as a protector of Rome, and has similarities with Minerva's Aegis. Her temple on the capitoline was also guarded by geese, which famously alerted the Romans when Gallic forces tried sneaking into the city at night.

I'm really pleased with how this turned out, especially since the white goose mirrors really well with Venus' white dove!

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Superb Roman mosaic floor extraordinarily preserved in Morocco.