#Thought pattern

[theearthforce]

Energies significantly influence our mental and emotional responses. They function like programs running on our "brain computers,” generating thoughts and emotions.

Positive energies can produce uplifting responses, such as joyful feelings and perceiving adversity as challenges and opportunities for growth. Conversely, negative energies can evoke harmful thoughts and emotions, such as negative self-talk and worries. These negative energies may stem from unresolved emotional or mental conflicts, obsolete promises, curses, or negative beliefs.

Energies can also attract real-life scenarios to make us aware of their existence. This is how our souls and the Universe push us to grow and heal. 

By being mindful of our thoughts and emotions, as well as engaging in mental exercises and energy healing, we can transmute and release negative energies, stop them from perpetuating, and reprogram our mental and emotional patterns.

P.S. Practicing positive affirmations is an extremely useful exercise to reprogram ourselves. Numerous techniques, both mental and spiritual, can help release negative energies and transform our internal programming. If you would like to learn more, you can download my booklet—Pathway to Bliss: A Holistic Approach Toward Better Well-being—by visiting this page (www.StarlightWithin.com/free-guide).

P.P.S. The people we encounter in life carry their own sets of programs that they need to resolve. Often, they act as mirrors, reflecting back to us the programs that we are running, thus our programs and theirs can be related.

P.P.P.S. Could we be living in a simulation, where each of us acts as characters running our own unique sets of programs? That's one way to see it ;)

[processes]

On Natural Logs

[ihumaneveryday]

Curtain over conflict,

When you are triggered.  Instead of lashing out, remove yourself from the situation.  You may feel humiliated, try naming your thoughts.

You may feel unloved, show self compassion.  When you are feeling powerless, take a deep breathe.  When you feel numb, use grounding techniques.  If you are feeling judged; do not deflect, try going for a walk. 

When you feel gaslit, hit a punching bag.  If you feel left out, self care.  when you feel betrayed, connect with nature.  If you feel loss of control, try journaling. 

[inkskinned]

How come you're all about "feminism" until it's time to protest? We haven't seen you make a single fucking post about the LA riots and it's really disappointing.

Hi friends. This is your reminder not to reply to questions like this. You do not need to self-report your behavior. This is a guilt trip designed to make you violate your own Miranda rights.

Also, they are not riots (Freudian slip, fed?), they're peaceful protests and are a democratic right under the first amendment.

where to find your local protest donate to legal funds my local immigrant support network

be safe out there, i love you.

[noirandchocolate]

Several weeks ago one of my coworkers called me over into her cubicle and gave me a very unexpected gift. Her mother passed away recently, and she'd been packing stuff up at her condo to give to relatives and sell, so the home could be sold. The mother was an avid knitter and crocheter, and when my coworker came upon her stash of equipment, she told me, she "immediately thought of me as someone who might get some use out of it."

So, I have inherited a varied collection of knitting needles and crochet hooks, cable needles, sewing needles, and, best of all, now-out-of-print pattern books, mostly for blankets, because that was what this lady loved to make most. Plus, I also have a bunch of gauge swatches she made, pinned to little bits of card covered in perfect schoolteacher handwriting setting out the patterns they were made to test.

And also...

My coworker brought another bag, full of yarn and...knitted blanket squares. Her mother's last started project, before she got too sick to continue. And she asked if there was anything I could do with it.

It turned out, there are twelve completed squares, and I quickly located the pattern book they are from amid those given to me. It's a book of 60 patterns, meant to be put together however the maker wishes into blankets of 20 squares. I figured out which of the numbered patterns were already made, and selected eight more that I thought might go well with them.

So now! I am working on completing! My coworker's mother's last knitting project!

And I really am feeling very good about doing it.

[bixels]

Cider, cider, cider, cider...

The Flim Flam brothers, plus their number one hater.

[trashraccoongirl]

[phaoi]

may i introduce..

THE phRATS

[kokodrawings]

I think Minato's cloak was a gift from Jiraiya (based on his own outfit)

[swordmaid]

jon/dany art trade for @saessenach 🖤❤️

[tenth-sentence]

"And the schizoid formation," she said, drawing a pentagon.

"Incarnations of Immortality: On a Pale Horse" - Piers Anthony

[jakei95]

Having depression is not a choice, every person dealing with this will find a lot of factors around them debilitating. Saying things like "you're always focusing on the negative", only adds to the problem. If you can't empathize, then keep your judgments to yourself.

[elodieunderglass]

And one amang, an Iyrysch man,

Uppone his hoby swyftly ran…

WAIT HANG ON - slamming the brakes on drawing this stupid picture - do you nerds even KNOW the etymology of the word “hobby”? The thing you do for pleasure? The thing you have too many of? The thing you spend too much money on and share with your friends? The thing tumblr probably is to you? Those hobbies?

It comes from a now-kind-of-extinct breed of Irish pony-horse. It was called the Irish Hobby. Supposedly the hobby got its name from the Gaelic word obann, or swift. They definitely were. They’d obann your pants clean off.

Fast tough little bastards, built for rough terrain and renowned for their speed and stamina, hobby horses belonged to the Celts, and their highly annoying style of mounted warfare. but their conquerors liked hobby horses a lot, kept them, used them for themselves, and found them useful enough, despite the fact that they also had famously useful things like mounted knights or horse archers. A lightweight Irish warrior, mounted on a hobby horse, was called a hobelar.

Reportedly and in depictions, hobelars rode without stirrups. Or saddles. Or bridles. Or - well - this is all sounding very improbable, because the hobelars COULDNT have just been charging around basically bare-assed on naked ponies, screaming, and somehow in the process undoing the composure of actual mounted armoured knights. Knights who, I remind you, had stirrups. Stirrups are useful! It’s quite likely the hobelars had some gear. And clothes. and weapons. And the ponies probably had some tack - I am picturing a bellyband that you could at least hang a saddlebag on, and a neck rope for catching the bloody thing, even if not a saddle. But the overall impression, somehow created by people on darling little ponies, was apparently quite striking and fearful.

I mean. God Forbid People Have Hobbies.

Anyway after a while, whatever people became the British had eventually conquered all of the rough terrain that hobbies were best at, and horse archers just got sexier, and mounted knights became aristos, and all the bog and forest people had been subdued, so it was time to sunset the hobelars. but WAIT! Hobby horses are still tremendously fun and appealing! They’re so fast! and you can ride them without a saddle! Sure, they’re not up to the weight of a mounted knight, or indeed a lot of guys… but surely we can still find a use for a hobby or two? In the back garden? Somewhere?

At which point an English king decided to keep hobby horses just for fun. No military application. No further development of the technology. Not for fun. Just as expensive, pleasurable, pets. Just for the joy of the thing.

And that is how hobby (activity done purely for pleasure) comes from hobby horse (small horse) possibly from obann (swift.) they’re very interesting and you should look all this up for yourself! because it sure sounds like Elodie doing a bit, doesn’t it?

Today, Irish Hobbies are functionally nonexistent. References for drawing include the Kerry Bog Pony, the Connemara, and (I personally think) Dartmoors and Exmoors. They’re said to have lent their speed to the Irish Hunter/Sport Horse and from there to the Thoroughbred, but every damn horse in the world claims relation to the Thoroughbred, and they can’t be THAT thoroughly bred.

At any rate - you can never have enough hobbies. Just be glad that yours aren’t expensive beasts with minds of their own, eating their heads off in the pasture! …Unless they are. In which case, you’re part of a proud tradition.

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

I had been wondering about this line from Sweet Dream for awhile now.

"My father, my universe,

Take away the weak and small me."

It never seemed to really connect to anything. Belief never made any of our cast less helpless, let alone our original singer here, Sua.

But with the recent comic, I have thoughts on this.

Mizi doesn't see Sua as beneath her innately, is the thing. Sua is an equal - equal anatomy, equal heat, equal passion. She's even dressed in the outfit Mizi would later wear for Round 1.

But the dress fits more loosely on Sua than it does Mizi. Sua is also, quite literally, beneath her. Mizi knows she could "crush" her. Because of the way they have been taught "love", there is this interesting juxtaposition in the way they see each other and the way they act.

Sua is complacent - micromanaged and constantly nitpicked for the slightest things she does out of line. She doesn't put up any resistance, because there's no point. Sua is Mizi's protector, but it's because Mizi is Sua's only form of comfort. Protecting Mizi protects her sanctuary. Sua can feel genuinely grateful that Mizi doesn't get dragged around like her, while still feeling somewhat resentful. Sua finds strength in devoting herself to Mizi.

Mizi is bitterly aware of her own helplessness. If she is "cute" or "pretty" or "adorable", it just means that people can do whatever they want to her. It's not even out of malice! They love her! They don't even notice they've hurt her. Mizi reveres Sua for this reason, because Sua willingly makes the choice to let Mizi do whatever she wants to her. Sua is just like her, weak and made to do whatever others wish. Sua is her god above her, and the one beneath her that she can hurt if she so chooses. She doesn't want to hurt her; Mizi loves her, but that's what love is to her - to adore that which is cuter and more helpless than you. Because Sua surrenders to her, Mizi knows she is safe.

How can she not worship the one who has given her such a precious gift as control, as limited as it is?

They are the garden's two weakest creatures. Luka has no control beyond his claim of the stage, but Mizi will never even have that - she is too pretty, too adorable, too feminine. To be loved is to be hurt, to love another is to claim them. This is why she must love Sua more overpoweringly than Sua loves her. She sees her as a person, but loves her with the strongest expression she can muster, which is god. Her benevolent god, who grants her the freedom of control.

Luka can overpower the other contestants. Mizi can only overpower Sua, and only because Sua allows.