[Sophia’s] is a philosophy of fire, for she kindles the fire within the soul; without her enthusiasm (literally “god-inspiration”) there is no warmth in our actions... The study of wisdom means friendship with Sophia, and kinship with Wisdom brings immortality.
Sophia: Goddess of Wisdom, Bride of God by Caitlin Matthews
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Fighter
Black was I all I saw
And all I’ve ever known
My heart so many times thrown
Scared by many a claw
Still on I went
Trying to keep fighting
I’m trying, trying, trying
Yet it doesn’t seem to end
Come on girl, get up
Don’t look like a beat-up pup
Come on girl, get the perfume from the shelf
Girly, keep it to yourself!
Don’t you dare let it show
All the pain and all the woe
No one must know
The suffering you now undergo
I’m trying, I’m trying so hard
To keep it together
To clear up this stormy weather
That has taken over my heart
And yet it just keeps growing
The whispers keep on going
The demons are still growling
And I, am drowning
More and more by the day
Heavier my soul weigh
Burned by lightning, deafened by thunder
Yet through all this I wonder
Is there a way
Or something I can do
Is there something I need to say
So I can be happy too?
Well, they are still here
Whispering, screaming in my ear
And they won’t let me go
I guess they are in my tarot
And so, if I won’t be saved
Then I must be the one to rise
To face the waves of fears and lies
And free that which they have enslaved
For as hard as it may be
I must keep going
And to carry on hoping
That I’ll set myself free
Girl, I know it is hard
By them you have been scarred
Still, to them you must stand up
And soon, you’ll be running this club
You’ve been fighting for so long
Through thick and thin
You’re not the same one you’ve been
Keep standing strong
For a long time you’ve fought
Never will it end you thought
Yet in the end, you are still standing
And you’ll keep on learning
So stop hiding your struggle
Look at how much you’ve grown
Sure at times, you may stumble
But at least you are not alone
And thanks to time, love and therapy
You’ve found your family, sisters and brothers
So girl, you are in charge of your destiny
And soon…you’ll shine in brilliant colors
Lastly, ignore the whips of others
For they love to see you down
So don’t let them drown
And fly on like vultures
You still have a way to go
The path may seem endless, I know
Stil, you’re evolving, becoming nicer
And soon you’ll be brighter than any fire
In the end, this is Your story
And only you are its writer
So fight your monsters and stand in glory
For you are not a weakling! Because you girl….are a fighter!!
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The day that humans realize and accept that they are all sparks of the living fire that is God,
and that the bodies in which this fire is housed,
are made up of divine energy held together by their own thoughts,
death will cease to be, and life, abundant life, will belong to all.
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Prana ~ Our Inner Fire
Similar to a blazing fire, prana embodies intense enthusiasm, vitality, and determination. It drives us to see things through until the end, even unto death. This fiery energy teaches us the art of sacrifice.
Prana, often referred to as breath, but it is the life force that is the fire of light within us. It is not physical, yet its presence enables our heartbeat, breathing, and brain function. Without prana, life ceases to exist.
Similar to a blazing fire, prana embodies intense enthusiasm, vitality, and determination. It drives us to see things through until the end, even unto death. This fiery…
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Mercy, Keeper of the First Flame, Ninth of the Thirteen Dead
She is the Flame, burning bright for all the world to see!
Desperate for the strength to fight the Dark, Mercy, the Hamlets humble cook and fire tender, set her soul aflame, swallowing the fire that roared in the heart of the ramshackle settlement she called home. Along with the rest of the Thirteen, she clawed at the Dark as it clawed at them, struggling to her last breath to push it back. Now only Rorin, her brother, remains alive, carrying the souls of the other twelve within his flesh, hoping one day to bring them back.
Mercy is an NPC from the background of a player character in a tabletop game I run using the system and settings my colleagues and I have made for AWRPG. The Thirteen, housed within Rorin, the player character, are Lost, people set adrift through the endless multiverse largely through sheer luck.
I wanted to experiment with a few things for Mercy, and I think I tried a few too many new things at once this time. In particular, I think her teeth are... off somehow? Which is strange, because they look fine, without the glow. It doesn't really matter much at this point, though, I did this portrait like... dunno, seven months ago?
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