#Cinnamon-headed green pigeon

[thebusylilbee]

just found out about the Cinnamon-headed green pigeon... holy shit how gorgeous

[alonglistofbirds]

[2472/11080] Cinnamon-headed green pigeon - Treron fulvicollis

Order: Columbiformes (pigeons and doves) Family: Columbidae Genus: Treron (green pigeons)

Photo credit: Francis Yap via Macaulay Library

[columbidaecontest]

[ID: the Mindanao brown dove perches on a branch, it is brown with a lighter belly and purple on it's neck. the Cinnamon-headed green pigeon has a yellow and orange head, dark red and black wings and a green belly. it perches on a branch.]

[tinylongwing]

Cinnamon-headed Green-Pigeons for @danidoesathing! I had to do a pair, they're both so beautiful. Thanks for donating to the Waymaker race! I'm floored by all the support going on internet-wide this year!

[venusforfran]

oh BTW here's my teeny tiny list of my favourite pigeon species

White breasted ground dove

Nicobar pigeon

Cinnamon headed green pigeon

Yellow footed green pigeon

Pheasant pigeon

Yellow breasted fruit dove

Many coloured fruit dove

Crowned pigeon

[spindrifters]

In honor of impmas 2024, I present to you good godfather sirius black and the one and only time I will ever write harry, ft. some groupchat crack treated seriously. happy birthday, @impishtubist!

“Where have you been?”

Harry jumps, the uncanny impersonation of Molly Weasley reverberating through the dusty rafters and black lacquer front hall of Grimmauld Place. Sirius smirks, grabs the lanky fifteen year-old by the scruff and pulls him into an all-encompassing hug.

“Didn’t half scare me, Sirius,” Harry grumbles into his chest, and there’s the whisper of an attempt to pull away, but his heart isn’t really in it. In any case, Sirius doesn’t let him go, just buries a grin into that mess of hair. Lemongrass shampoo and London grime.

“Serves you right, sneaking off in the middle of the night.”

“I wasn’t sneaking.”

“No? What time d’you call this, then?”

“A perfectly appropriate time of night to go for a walk,” his godson continues to grouse. “Needed to clear my head.” Only it doesn’t escape his notice that there hasn’t been another attempt to pull away. And he’s not wrong. It’s barely half eleven, only Harry’s at double risk on his own these days. If not Death Eaters or another bloody dementor, then the press who’ll hound him to the ends of the earth should they catch sight of the Boy Who Lied—fucking cunts—alone on walkabout without so much as his friends for a buffer. There’s a reason the Order’s got about ten layers of protocol surrounding his protection at all times. If it were anyone else who’d caught him slipping in through the front door, there’d be hell to pay.

Harry’s not stupid, though. Far from it, Sirius thinks, that old pride swelling in his chest. And he’s got James’s cloak for good measure, clutched in a hand that smells of hot concrete and pigeon shit.

Harry seems to sag against his chest, Sirius’s hand still wrapped around his nape. Summer sweat of a teenage boy on the brink of becoming a man.

“Knut for your thoughts?”

“M’fine.”

Liar.

These are the things, then. The little tells beyond the way Harry strains toward him like a houseplant yearning for the sun. It’s not the same as sniffing out smells—daffodils and murtlap essence and the endless putrid fecal stench of Azkaban—but it’s just as strong. Pheromones or some muggle toss like that, something he might ask Hermione Granger about if he remembers before she heads back off to school.

It’s something Sirius noticed a long time ago, the change that happened in fifth year when his own heightened senses were lent keener by the dog that now lived inside. He remembers that Prongs was bright and coppery like triumph when he stepped off the Quidditch pitch, or cinnamon-fresh like home. He remembers being sixteen, frustrated and hormonal and knowing he’d die on the spot if anyone caught him with his nose buried in Moony’s discarded trousers to see if there was anything there that might even hint he wasn’t alone in this.

And Harry…

Something sour signaling frustration. Harsh metallic that means fear. Beneath that, the sweet damp scent of hurt. Sirius can hardly blame him. Fuck Peter Pettigrew, if he ever gets out of this fucking godforsaken house arrest, Merline Maitland and the rest of her staff at the Prophet are at the very top of his hit list.

“Go to bed,” he tells him, pressing a kiss to his sweaty brow, one that smells of rubbish bins lining the streets for the morning to come.

Green eyes flick up, half shock. “Thought I’d get it in the neck.”

“Nah,” says Sirius, guiding him up the stairs. “Just let me know next time. Maybe Snuffles can come along, too.”

“Yeah,” says Harry, though they both know he won’t. Sirius doesn’t need to sniff that out to know. He still thinks he has to protect Sirius just as much as Sirius knows it's not his job to do it.

He’s a good boy, Prongs. Too good. He doesn’t deserve any of this.

And.

You’d be so bloody proud.

[alterlest]

⭒✮⭒

Naberius; Valiant Marquis of Hell

some basic information.

⭒✮⭒

Who is He? ⇲

Also named Cerberus, Naberius is a fallen angel and the 24th of 72 spirits of solomon. He appears as a crow, a black crane, or a three headed dog much like his greek counterpart. Naberius is described as having a hoarse voice. He teaches about arts and sciences, skills like rhetoric, and helps to restore honor and dignity. Marquis Naberius was first mentioned by Johann Weyer in 1583. In that text, he presents himself as eloquent and amiable. It is unclear if he has a direct association with the greek Cerberus, however, Weyer considered them the same demon.

Excerpt from “The Goetia: The Lesser Key of Solomon the King” (1904) ⇲

“NABERIUS. – The Twenty-fourth Spirit is Naberius. He is a most valiant Marquis, and showeth in the form of a Black Crane, fluttering about the Circle, and when he speaketh it is with a hoarse voice. He maketh men cunning in all Arts and Sciences, but especially in the Art of Rhetoric.
He restoreth lost Dignities and Honours. He governeth 19 Legions of Spirits. His Seal is this, which is to be worn, etc.”

-S.L. MacGregor Mathers

Experiences ⇲

From my own research, Naberius is described as a wonderful teacher who will teach rhetoric, scrying, and other skills useful to one’s practice.

He can help you restore tarnished reputations, and, as a psychopomp, is a wonderful infernal to work with when practicing death Magick.

In the same way, he can help improve your skills in divination thanks to his teachings in communication. He is useful among artists for helping spark creativity and enthusiasm about a project.

Associations ⇲

*please note that this section may contain UPG elements.

Colors: gold, yellow, red, orange

direction: East

Season: Winter

Planet: Moon

metal: Silver

element: Air

animals: birds (pigeons and corvids), dogs, wolves

zodiac: Scorpio

Offerings ⇲

*please note that this section may contain UPG elements.

Edible: green apples, strawberries, peaches, blueberries, cranberries, plums, cauliflower, green beans, spinach, turnips, elderberry tea, alfalfa tea, black and white teas, rosemary, cilantro, cinnamon, cranberry juice, orange juice, prune juice

Misc.: benzion incense, sage incense, star anise incense, juniper incense, any music, amethyst, garnet, jade, aquamarine

Enn ⇲

Enn: Eyan tasa volocur Naberius

[vinceaddams]

I was tagged by @lebedame-wegelagerin! (A few days ago, and then forgot to post this, but I am remembering it now.)

Rules: tag 10 people you want to get to know better 

relationship status - Very aro-ace. Happily in possession of a large fabric stash and many sewing supplies.

favourite colour - I don't like choosing favourites, but if I had to I'd say a very pale blueish green. Like luna moths or lichen. Dark teal is also very good.

song stuck in my head - None right now.

last song i listened to - 1959 by The Sisters of Mercy, which was the last thing that came up on my i-pod shuffle before I left work today.

three favourite foods - There are so many good foods, and it depends on the time of year. I like pasta salad, and stir fry, and quiche. I had stuffed grape leaves for the first time this winter and really like them, and want to try pickling some grape leaves when they come out this spring.

last thing i googled - Well the last thing I googled was "1959 sisters of mercy" so that I could link it above, but the last thing I googled before that was "cinnamon-headed green pigeon", which you should google also if you haven't seen one.

A lot of my google search history is just neat looking birds.

dream trip - I'd like to go to the UK and/or Europe and make appointments with a lot of small museums to examine, photograph, and take patterns from extant 18th century mens garments. I'd especially like to examine the early 18th century ones, since it's much harder to find information on that era. There aren't many garments that old in my part of the world, and I've heard the smaller museums over there are generally more friendly about showing stuff to researchers.

anything i want right now - I want a sewing studio that's not my bedroom and has enough space for all the sewing things. I would also like for all my hand wash only laundry to be magically clean please.

I'm supposed to tag 10 people but I think I will go do laundry instead.

[declinlalune]

Not Quite a Bird || Andy & Wynne

PARTIES: @ohwynne & @declinlalune LOCATION: The common TIMING: Current SUMMARY: Andy comes across Wynne trying to interact with an aquasturge. CONTENT WARNINGS: N/A

The green area near their work was a nice reprieve from the endless stream of sound and smells that A Latte to Love was and thus Wynne liked taking their breaks there. Stretching their legs, digging a fork brought from home into the leftovers of a night or two before, considering the way this society attempted to integrate green into its world. While having grown somewhat used to the rhythm and look of proper towns, Wynne was still constantly finding themself looking a little closer. 

While they did long for the life in closer harmony with nature, there was a lot to say in favour of this new world too. Not the parks, that was for certain: but the phones, the accessibility to information, the wide array of choice that was offered. Wynne still found themself overwhelmed with it at times. So to keep their mind at ease, they walked, looked at plants and pigeons and a stray squirrel and then — a bird like one they had never quite seen before.

Edging towards the water, they blinked. Dropping their fork in their half-filled container of food, they dug around their coat pocket for their phone, raising it to try and take a picture of the thing. That, they liked too: the ability to take pictures with such ease. Not that they were very good at it, at present, still unaware of zoom buttons and the like. So Wynne neared closer to get a good shot and look, also blissfully unaware that this wasn’t a swan-esque creature. 

Andy, like on most days, was covered in a light dusting of flour. The apron she adorned, courtesy of Jonas, did very little to save the clothes she wore. It took her only a few shifts to realize that looking nice wasn’t necessary; that people would still buy the cinnamon rolls and the bear claws from her, even if her t-shirt had a bleach stain across the shoulder. It was better than ruining all of the clothes she actually liked, especially considering she had very little money to go out and buy more. 

But that didn’t matter– what mattered was the bag of day old bread she’d been told she could take home. Andy knew how to make something out of nothing, even without the week old cheese-whiz that was in their fridge. She held the bag tightly to her chest as she walked, lost in her own thoughts about what to do for dinner, especially since Kaden seemed to actually enjoy mealtime in a civilized manner rather than just on the couch. Even if she wouldn’t admit it, she was a little bitter that she could no longer eat her cocoa puffs with her feet kicked up on the arm rest. 

As Andy turned the corner to follow the trail up and back towards the common’s main parking lot, she took notice of a person at the edge of the water, their phone pointed towards a bird in the water. It took her a moment to realize that the bird was not a normal heron (though, she knew fuck all about birds), but an aquasturge. It had taken her a few run-ins to get the name correct, and it was coincidentally what had made her want to brush up on the creatures in Wicked’s Rest. “Hey, I don’t know if you want to do that.” Andy’s voice rang from where she stood on the sidewalk to the risk taker. 

As if on cue, Andy’s warning morphed into something more, and the aquasturge lunged.

Struggling with modern technology was a day-to-day occurrence, Wynne having gotten the hang of typing and Googling (what a great resource!), but it got more complicated in moments like these. Occupied with getting their camera to focus rather than really paying attention to what they were trying to focus on, they failed to take note of the creature's movements. No, they were mostly looking at the image on their phone and the startling lack of feathers on the creature. Was a bird even a bird without feathers?

A warning came their way, Wynne’s attention slipping from them as they turned their head. “What?” This, as they would soon come to realise, was not a smart move: the bird moved as their attention dwindled and the moment Wynne looked back, the grey thing was closing in. A gasp escaped their lips, their still half-filled container clattering on the ground as they moved backwards in tandem. 

A wing – or perhaps arm – swept in their direction and Wynne let instinct take over as they turned around and picked up their pace. Once, a mentor had explained that ignorance was bliss, that there was a freedom in being untethered to the ruined world outside the confines of their small society. It was another lesson that turned out to be wrong. Ignorance was just falling on their face, stumbling away fretfully or making a mess of social interactions — and as eyes fell on the red-headed stranger, they wordlessly wondered if she knew whether this was a normal occurrence and, if so, what was to be done about it.

“Shit!” Andy moved forward, winding her arm back, bag of bread clenched tightly. She catapulted it into the air, hopeful that her aim was still good enough to at least hit the bird right in the head. It did just that, which made it fall off center. It gave the stranger enough time to scramble away, but she knew that being this close to the water, it wouldn’t give up that easily. “Keep moving away from the water!” Andy’s voice became high pitched as a squeal escaped her just as the aquasturge turned its attention towards her. 

“No, stop that, go back into the water!” Andy dodged its rather disgusting looking wing-arm and managed to clamber back up towards the sidewalk. Its wings were extended and its beak was open, exposing its rows of sharp, pointed teeth. She felt her stomach turn with the sight and she looked over to the stranger who had fear and confusion written all over their face. 

“Not a bird, don’t take pictures.” The aquasturge flapped its wings, its long neck extended at a distorted angle before it began its journey towards them once more. They weren’t far enough from the water. It could easily drag either of them down with it if it decided to live up to its full potential. As it opened its beak again, Andy’s hands slapped to the sides of her head, covering her ears. “Cover your ears!” The sound wasn’t nearly as bad as she had expected, but it still made her stomach churn. Maybe they were lucky that it didn’t have the water to carry its sound over. “Keep backing up!” Andy instructed the person behind her. 

They didn’t question the other for a moment, the idea of getting away from the water more than welcomed. Wynne turned on their heel and picked up their pace, trying not to slow themself down by looking over their shoulder. “What is that?!” The exclamation was high-pitched too, the two voices matching up in an unified panic. In horror, they watched the not-a-bird close in on the red haired stranger, its lack of feathers and teeth enough nightmare fuel in case they needed any more.

Their phone was still in their hand, camera-mode on, but they had little intention of taking more pictures (even if it would confirm that this was really happening). Wynne, now closer to the other, continued to stare at the strange thing, breaths heaving in and out as they fought the instinct to scream. Again, they found little reason to not listen to instructions and covered their ears tightly. Whatever sound the creature produced was muffled, but enough to induce some kind of light-headedness.

Wynne lowered their hands, starting to move more, awkwardly moving backwards. “Come on, let’s go!,” they urged towards the other, panic rising in their voice still. The grass underneath their feet turned into gravel and they wondered how far they’d have to run, what the creature even wanted. This didn’t seem like an angry goose or swan, with its teeth and strange wings. “What do we do?”

“It’s a bird, but not a bird– uhh—” It’d be better for them to know, wouldn’t it? Even though Andy didn’t abide by hunter rule beneath the idea of hunting, keeping humans from knowing about the supernatural world was by far a better option than letting them run rampant in it. Then again, there was little to deter somebody from doing so, especially in this town. “It’s called an aquasturge.” Even she had wrinkled her nose at the name. “They aren’t friendly, especially by the water.” 

Andy could respect fear, especially that of somebody who had no idea what the fuck they were looking at. She never had a lot of time to be afraid– always having to make decisions in the blink of an eye for the sake of hers and Alex’s safety. Those times on the road were not unlike the one she faced now with this stranger. 

“We get away from the water.” Andy turned and grabbed the stranger’s arm, pulling them along the trail back up towards the trees and sidewalk. The further they were away from the murder bird, the better. Andy would be able to (probably) put it in a chokehold, but she didn’t feel like getting impaled by one of its stupid talons. 

Only once they were far enough away to where the aquasturge had lowered its wings and began to circle something else entirely (Andy was sure it was a squirrel) did she let go of their arm. “Sorry, didn’t mean to grab you like that.” The situation, for the most part, was silly, but Andy could see the fear on the other person’s face. “Are you okay?” It was then that it dawned on her that she’d lost her bread. Her gaze snapped back to the brown bag as it was picked at by a few pigeons who had landed just next to the water. “Ah, shit.” 

Aquasturge. They made a mental note to Google that word when home, though Wynne had a feeling this might be one of those things that wasn’t readily available on the internet. “No, I noticed.” They didn’t mean for it to sound disregarding and hoped it didn’t, but their focus was so solely dedicated to the monstrous thing that it was hard to regulate tone.

They let themself be dragged away, feet moving on their own accord — they had no interest in staying any closer to the bird, but there was something frozen about them. This forced Wynne to move. Besides, had they not always functioned better as a follower? Falling in tandem, simply moving along? Whoever this was knew what she was doing and Wynne seemed to always be unsure of it. So many of their former actions seemed clouded in a haze. So many of their more recent ones just motivated by fear.

As the not-bird got distracted by something else, Wynne offered more attention to the other. There was a shake of their head. “It’s okay.” They tried very hard to breathe a little more calmly and found that the lack of direct threat was enough to calm them down a little. “I’m alright.” They stared at the strange creature in the distance, biting down on their lip. “That’s not in any of your biology books, is it? Aquasturge, you said? I — just thought it was some regional bird I’d never seen.” 

Wynne followed her gaze, looking at the bread. There was a nervous sound, something close to a laugh. “Seems like we both lost our food.” 

It could have been worse and Andy knew it. The situation, though a little silly now that they were both safely away from the aquasturge, could have ended in real tragedy. Now, the only tragedy was the loss of her day-old bread. She chewed on the inside of her cheek as she watched the pigeons chip away at the bread that peeked out of the bag. Not to mention she had inadvertently littered. Dammit. 

“It wouldn’t be, I don’t think– they’re not common, and I don’t think science believes in them.” It wasn’t exactly a lie, and hell, what would be the harm in lending this person a  little more knowledge about what could and would kill them if it had the chance? Andy ran her fingers through the end of her ponytail nervously before she looked back at the stranger. “They’re weird little fucks, you know? Just weird things, and it’s better to keep away from them. Did you see the talon on that guy? It’d go right through you.” 

Andy let out a soft chuckle at their comment about their lunch and she shrugged. “Yeah, I guess so.” She let go of her ponytail and smoothed her hand over the top of her head, hoping to flatten any flyaways. “My name is Andy, and I’m sorry that you lost your lunch.” 

At least the pigeons were having a feast, Wynne thought. They too were lost in thought for a moment as they stared at the way the scene had transformed into something more peaceful. Their eyebrows furrowed. “Science not believing in something very palpable and real,” they murmured, shaking their head. “Typical. I mean, the bird is right there!”

But their disapproval of the outer world’s approach towards things that didn’t fit their view faded as soon as it had risen. Wynne considered the talons compared to their own person and felt their stomach drop. They had avoided death, and did not intend to face a death by bird-claw. It seemed like a rather sad way to die. “But they seem to stray away from land, right? So here, we’re safe?” 

They looked at the other, then, and offered a little shrug. “I’m Wynne and I’m also very sorry about your lunch. But my work has some pastries I could give you? I think I owe you one, for you saving my ass. And I should get back soon, either way. You wanna walk with me?” 

“We’re safe as long as you’re not by the water. Safer the further away you are. They can cut you on land, but it’s harder for them to use that blaster thing they did with their yell.” That wasn’t the technical term, but did she need to get into details? The stranger had experienced it for themself, and Andy didn’t think she needed to put out any more warnings on just how dangerous they could be. 

Andy smiled at Wynne before shaking her head. “Nah, it’s all good. I actually work at Bread Cemetery, so I’m pastrie’d out, but I’ll walk with you.” They were young, maybe Alex’s age. “Maybe I’ll collect another day though, if you really insist?” The smile Andy wore grew slightly more fond as she fell into step next to Wynne. 

Even though it hadn’t been that big of a deal– Andy had saved Wynne’s life. If she’d gotten there a second later, it was possible that Wynne would have been the aquasturge’s lunch. Andy didn’t have it in her to be proud of herself, because it was what anyone should have done, and at the very least, Andy had been on time, and there’d been no bloodshed. For that, she was grateful. 

[cursedworms]

Succession characters as birds by sopy and red

me n @crvptidcore spent an hour and a half assigning birds to the main bitches from succ bc it’s very important, pls enjoy

kendall - thick billed murre

logan - northern shrike

roman - puffin

shiv - crimson chat

connor - bearded reedling

greg - long billed curlew

tom - brown peacock

gerri - gold laced wyandotte chicken

willa - cinnamon headed green pigeon

marcia - spotted shag

[jounce]

?why is there so much x reader in the cinnamon headed green pigeon tag

[thinktosee]

A MORNING IN THE PARK

Facing Johore Straits. My favourite spot to rest and enjoy the scenery

Pasir Ris Park, on the north-eastern coast of the island of Singapore, facing the Johore Straits, is a gem set in luscious greenery, peppered with brightly-lit flowers among the plants and trees. On this morning, soon after the close of the night’s rainfall, the birds in this wildish land, just a mile from the concretized Pasir Ris New Town, were happily showcasing their musical talents. Zebra and Spotted Doves, Cinnamon-headed Green Pigeon, Yellow-vented Bulbul, Oriental Magpie Robin, Oriental White Eye and the Common Tailorbird were among the many who took part in this orchestra of nature. It was a delightful stroll, sun-blessed, and leafy-scented, along the boardwalk straddled over the mangroves.

Swampland

I recall once visiting Pasir Ris when I was 12, on a Sunday morning picnic organized by the villagers who lived near my home in the south-centre of the island. We boarded leased lorries for the drive to Pasir Ris Beach. The landscape then was mostly flat and depicted a smattering of villages or kampungs, amidst the coconut palms. The swamp lands were limited then to the banks of the Tampines and Api-Api Rivers, before land reclamation and damming from the 1980s to the 1st decade of the century, caused the swamp to elongate. It is a wonder what human endeavour can accomplish to enhance the beauty and sustainability of nature, if we put our mind to it. We are after all, a part of nature too. We applaud the good work of the National Parks Service of Singapore for making this a reality. 

Foraging Monitor Lizard

The walk on this day was as pleasant as any which we had with Brundo, the Chihuahua, before he left to be with David, over two years ago. The Park was his favourite and he’d always look forward to our frequent visits. I have stopped coming here regularly since Brundo departed. The last time was a few months ago with Sara and Hugh, and Edna. But this day and this visit reminded me of how much I had missed out. That proud cockerel crowing nearby perhaps is a call to rub that slumber from my eyes.

[columbidaecontest]

!!!ROUND!!! 1!!!! POLL!!!! 107!!!

[ID: two pigeons perched in trees with dark red and black wings and green bellies. the first is the Cinnamon-headed green pigeon, with a yellow and orange head, and the second is the Little green pigeon, with an orange neck and blue head]

onto the green pigeons! which is your favourite?

first up, the Cinnamon-headed green pigeon and the Little green pigeon!!! who will it be?

[thebestketomealplan]

Keto Ultimat Meal Plan: Here Are 3 Full Days Of Recipes The Ultimate Keto Meal Plan

The Keto Diet suggests that you simply reduce carbohydrates and make your diet heavier in protein and fats. once you plan to continue a Keto Diet, your meals generally contain 65% fat, 30% protein, and 5% carbohydrate. If the body gets but 20 grams of carbohydrate every day, it goes into ketosis, a metabolism that burns stored fat to supply ketone bodies that provide the energy required to run your body. Thus, if you propose your meals meticulously and keep the carbohydrate consumption extremely low, you'll expect to reduce it quickly.

Here may be a 3-Day Keto-Compliant hotel plan The upside of this diet is that the meals aren't bland and are reasonably easy to organize.

Keto Diet Day 1

Breakfast: Keto Pancakes and Stir-fried Broccoli Break two eggs into a bowl and add 1/2 tablespoon of almond flour. Next, contribute 2 ounces of cheese and a pinch of salt to taste. Whisk the mixture until you get a smooth combination of pouring consistency. Heat butter in a pan and fry the pancakes one by one.

Cut a little head of broccoli into florets and wash them under running water—heat vegetable oil in a pan and contribute some chopped garlic. Once you get a pleasing aroma, add the broccoli florets and fry them for a moment or two. Sprinkle a touch of sea salt, and your breakfast is prepared.

Note: If you favor your pancakes a touch sweeter, you'll add a pinch of cinnamon or vanilla rather than salt to the pancake mixture and pair the cooked pancakes with fresh strawberries.

Snack: Assorted Nuts

You can have a couple of mixed nuts to stop sudden hunger pains. Almonds, cashews, and pistachios are all keto-compliant nuts. you'll dry roast them lightly to reinforce the taste.

Lunch: Stir-fried Chicken and Veggies Add one pound of minced pigeon breast to heated oil in a pan. Chop some cabbages, peppers, and tomatoes and add them after 5 minutes. Keep tossing and add ginger and garlic paste after five more minutes. close up the warmth and shred a touch little bit of cheese on top of the mixture.

Dinner: Broccoli-Mushroom Salad with Diced Chicken Cut one small broccoli and a few button mushrooms into bite-sized pieces. Dice 1 / 4 pound of pigeon breast into cubes. Heat vegetable oil during a wok and add the chicken slices first. Once they're lightly fried, neatly move them to a bowl and add a dollop of butter to the pan. Cook the broccoli and therefore the mushrooms for 1 minute then add the cooked chicken. Add a couple of cloves of chopped garlic and toss for two minutes. close up the warmth and sprinkle oregano generously. Your dinner is prepared.

Keto Diet Day 2

Breakfast: Scrambled Eggs, Turkey Bacon, and Grilled Brussel Sprouts Break two large eggs, and add a touch of salt and pepper. Whisk into a smooth solution. Chop half an onion and one tomato into small pieces and add them to the eggs. Heat a touch of butter in a pan, pour within the egg mixture, and scramble with a spatula. When the eggs are half done, you'll shred in some cheese for extra taste.

Grill two slices of turkey bacon.

Arrange some Brussels sprouts on a skewer and coat them with chopped garlic, crushed ginger, and vegetable oil. Grill all sides for five minutes to a light-weight golden color. Now, your delicious breakfast is ready!

Snack: Veggie Sticks Dipped in the spread Cut carrots and celery into 3-inch sticks. Dip them in a spread for a fast and attractive snack.

Lunch: Collard Shrimp Wrap

Take an enormous collard leaf and blanch it in salted water for 30 seconds. Coat 1 pound of shrimp with sea salt and pepper. Cut one tomato and one green bell pepper into small cubes. Heat oil and toss the tomatoes and therefore the bell peppers first. After a moment, add the shrimp and toss everything for 1 minute. Add one spoonful of butter and a few chopped garlic cloves and cook for an additional minute. close up the flame, and your filling is prepared. Place it neatly within the collard, leave and roll it into a pleasant, savory wrap.

Dinner: Pork Chops

Sear bone-in pork chops on each side for around 4 minutes in heated vegetable oil. Take butter in a bowl and blend it with rosemary and chopped garlic. Place the chops on a baking tray brushed with butter mixture and cook for 12-15 minutes at 375°F. Once done, drizzle more butter on the chops and luxuriate in your dinner.

Keto Diet Day 3

Breakfast: Fruit Smoothie and Smoked Sausages If you favor a predominantly sweet breakfast, you'll choose a fruit smoothie that tastes excellent, filling, and has few carbohydrates. Add frozen strawberries, frozen raspberries, and frozen blackberries to a blender. Add almond or coconut milk to urge an upscale and creamy taste. Blend them. you'll sprinkle some bits of almond and grated coconut on top to reinforce the flavor.

Have two turkey sausages on the side for a good more satisfying breakfast.

Snack: Egg Muffins (Makes two servings

Crack and whisk one egg. Add 3-5 chopped mushrooms thereto. Crush a clove of garlic and add a pinch of sea salt and pepper. Mix well and pour into two muffin molds. you'll add cheese or tomatoes also for variety.

Lunch: Classic Egg Salad With A Twist

Take two hard-boiled eggs and crush them to make bite-sized pieces. Dice onion and avocado into small pieces. Next, wash a couple of cherry tomatoes. Mix all the ingredients in a bowl and add a pinch of salt. you'll squeeze the juice of half a lemon into it, and your egg salad is going to be able to eat.

Or, you'll prepare a correct dressing by mixing two tablespoons of mayonnaise, two tablespoons of Greek yogurt, and a touch of vegetable oil. Gradually, fold the sauce into the egg mixture and end by sprinkling a touch little bit of kosher salt.

Dinner: Meatballs and Side Salad

Take 1/2 pound of hamburger and add chopped garlic, ginger, shredded mozzarella, and one egg. Mix well and form into five balls. Heat oil in a skillet and fry the meatballs to an upscale golden color for around 10 minutes. Move the meatballs to a plate and add one chopped onion to the skillet and fry until golden brown. Add two chopped tomatoes and keep cooking until a sauce-like consistency is obtained. contribute garlic paste and coconut milk and therefore the broth will turn creamy. Add the meatballs and canopy. Simmer for 15-20 minutes, and your dinner is prepared.

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Belial

One of the goetic demons and is a king who serves under High King Lucifer in his domain. Like all other goetic demons, Belial is a deity who served the Source as an Angel many ages ago. This information was shared to me by Belial and also learned through my workings with this magnificent infernal god. 

Rulerships: politics, law, rhetoric, tactics, strategy, diplomacy, prosecution, truth, and justice/retribution

History: In the distant past many eternities ago, Belial was created as the second being within this Universe, many ages after Lucifer (the First-Born) came into existence. These two and the rest of the elder Angels were all directly created from the Source, the supreme god, who is formless and incomprehensible. The Angels were all created to manage the Universe and be agents of the Source and his feminine counterpart, the Queen of Heaven (who created some Angels as well). As the first-born deity of this Universe, Lucifer is the most complex, so he became leader of the Angels and was at the head of the Seraphim order. As the second-born, Belial was in charge of the Cherubim (the second-highest order of Angels) and was appointed as an Archangel as well. This lasted for countless ages until the corrupted Aeonic god, Jehovah, entered the Universe from the Void; leaving behind his duties of forming Universes in order to usurp our Universal Throne.

After arriving, he immediately began causing mass destruction and giving out malicious orders to the Angels. Lucifer began a rebellion against this, with Belial being the second Angel to join him in the Fall. After a long traumatic war, Jehovah defeated the rebels and threw them into Hell; condemning them all to this bleak wasteland. Once here, the dark and twisted energies of Hell began to alter the essences of the Fallen ones, making their energies dark as well. Their wings blackened, they grew horns, and some developed red eyes, spikes, claws, or other strange features. They were now a race that came to be called “demons”, and the strongest of these became the three High Kings of Hell: Lucifer, Satan, and Leviathan.

Since Belial had always followed close to Lucifer’s own values, he joined his kingdom and was made one of the kings. And due to Belial’s natural talent for persuasion and finding the truth, he was also appointed as Lucifer’s Truth Tester, or General Investigator. Overtime, Belial gradually became just as much connected to deceit as truth, since he realized the convenience of lies and their many uses. With deception, he often uses it as a method to teach truth (similar to how Lucifer does at times), test whether someone is telling the truth, but also lies whenever he feels the desire to. For this reason, the Christians began calling Belial the “Father of Lies”. Besides this, there was a time in the past where Belial was fond of the Samurai of Japan and encouraged their ideas of Bushido. Yet this was not to last since the Samurai were eventually all killed off by their Emperor. Nowadays, Belial does not much care for humanity in general and has very low expectations of others since people constantly make the same mistakes.

Rank: King

Elements: Air and Fire

Colours: Cream, Black, Vermillion, Metallic Grey, and Peridot Green

Appearance: An elegant gentleman in his late 30’s with short, wavy black hair, dark brown eyes, and light skin. He wears classy outfits or suits that are usually black in colour and wears leather dress shoes. Normally, Belial doesn’t manifest his horns and wings but tends to do so when angered. During battles, he wears elegant dark armour and his choice weapon is either a longsword or katana.

Personality: Belial is very confident, suave, intelligent, strategic, sophisticated, and is a connoisseur of refined tastes. He speaks smoothly and can be sarcastic, though never reveals much about himself to others. He is also willing to speak to anyone of any religion as long as they don’t waste his time or are interested in seeking truth. Belial especially loves speaking to Abrahamists in order to challenge their perspectives (which he never fails at) and takes great amusement in the terror they feel when their veils of ignorance are being lifted. Yet this is too easy of a challenge for him since it doesn’t take much for Belial to convince others of things. So far, the only one who can match Belial in the intellectual art of persuasion is Lucifer.

Overall, Belial tends to have very little patience with humans and doesn’t wish to be disturbed unless someone is serious. He wishes to either provide truth (if he chooses) or assist in certain matters. Otherwise, he won’t show up and does not like to stay around people just to be friendly. For those who work with him, Belial may act as a pedagogue and will have patience for those who try to succeed, even if they fail. However, if a person complains about things without ever trying to make things better, he will have no patience for them at all. As for those who try to sexualize Belial against his will, he severely punishes them and does not forgive it. The same thing goes for those who mock him, call him nicknames, or make him appear “soft”.

In regards to politics, Belial strongly prefers to cunningly solve things through diplomacy and making intelligent maneuvers towards prosperity (even if we must manipulate or deceive in the process). Therefore, Belial may also teach that lies have their place and are not as bad as we have been taught. He also says how truth is the most hated of all virtues because this world is in love with lies. Those who speak the truth wholeheartedly are often called liars and are usually murdered in the end. Because of this, lies are often very necessary and can be used to gradually teach certain truths that would not usually be accepted. Along with Lucifer, Belial is a master strategist able to create incredibly complex plans in order to make the best future possible. He is even in favour of space colonization, provided it is done intelligently and not greedily. For this value of progress, he tends to share his plans of a better world to promising politicians (which is difficult since the majority of politicians in every country are corrupt). Besides strategy and rhetoric, some of the other things Belial tends to enjoy are elegance, classical music, sword fighting, martial arts, horse racing, chess, the game “Go”, expensive things, Versace fashion, luxurious libraries, stock markets, Rolls-Royce cars, satin sheets, mahogany, and the following instruments: violins, pianos, clarinets, and saxophones.

How to call him: Speak to Belial as you would with any other god, be polite and considerate. Contact him through telepathically speaking in your mind, directing the words to him (you can do this verbally, but if malicious spirits hear, they may pretend to be him). When inviting a Goetic demon to you, try to dress well for them since they are divine and royalty.

What he can help with: mutually served interests and dynamic progress through smart resolution and maneuvering. Helps with resolving conflicts through strategy, silencing and/or harming enemies (if he agrees they should be punished), advises on intelligent political maneuvers towards prosperity, and teaches harsh truths

Belial’s Enn (for meditation or devotion): Lirach Tasa Vefa Wehl Belial

Offerings: champagne, pink champagne, expensive wine, spiced rum, dry gin, Irish coffee, beef liver, smoked salmon, lobster, caviar, truffle chocolates, veal, veal fillet, pigeon meat, ostrich meat, basmati rice, truffle mushrooms, ground black pepper, cinnamon, Siberian ginseng, red roses, white roses, black roses, daggers, katanas, longswords, mahogany writing desks, black marble, black tourmaline, black star sapphires, snowflake obsidian, peridot, expensive pens, expensive wristwatches, Italian leather men’s shoes, expensive men’s coats (high society), gold, gold foil in oil, silver, bonsai trees, fancy chess boards, black dice with white dots, fancy playing cards (preferably black and white), expensive colognes

*no pork or lamb offerings, he detests them

*also don’t offer chicken or turkey since he will not accept these