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Something about forest fires and destructive forces ft jason
#jason todd#forest fires have tendancies to spark back up again after being put out and burning up all over again#destructive unrelenting force of natural razing anything in their path to the ground.... while also helping sow the seeds for more growth#after the fire has cleansed the earth saplings grow taller in its place#siiiighh!!!#my art#batman#red hood#batman animated series#batman series#dc comics#dcu#digital art#batman under the red hood#dc#dc fanart#batman dc
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In an era where corporate social responsibility (CSR) aligns with global sustainability goals, tree plantation emerges as a powerful tool for fostering environmental stewardship. Beyond being a mere ecological endeavor, tree planting intertwines seamlessly with the United Nations' Sustainable Development Goals (SDGs), offering corporates a tangible means to contribute to a greener and more sustainable future.
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Star Wars gifset I made from a poem I wrote. Highlighting some aspects & parallels of Ezra and Luke that I like.
Winds May Blow
The north wind comes to blow and blow, Disturbing ghosts from long ago; I watch the desolation grow; I hold them tight, these things I know: Though winds may come to mourn and blow, Defiance still will grow and grow, Fed by a voice from long ago And hope will bloom in winter snow. Be not afraid, when winds may blow; They rose in secret, long ago; What binds our hearts, they cannot know; Be still, and let the shadow show The formless plains of ash and snow Where hope once bloomed, an age ago; Apprentice, rise, and only know The force which binds the high and low, Acceptance for the change we sow, The strength to stand when winds may blow, The warmth which wards the fox in snow, The calm that lets the sapling grow.
#poetry#star wars#star wars rebels#luke skywalker#ezra bridger#skybridger#kinda?? there is definitely a contrasts and parallels thing going on in my mind#my writing#my poetry#a new hope#kanan jarrus#obi-wan kenobi#lothcats#gifsets
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awakening
For Barduil Month 2025 @bi-widower-dads, a combination of the "new life" and "planting seeds" prompts! around 950 words, canonverse, post-BotFA.
It’s been close to six months since Thranduil first rode into Dale’s ruins at the head of a column, and Bard recalls thinking it was a strange sight indeed. The Elves, arrayed in golden armor; Thranduil, clad in grey, astride an elk with a silver circlet atop his head. Bard remembers, too, how Thranduil’s eyes were clear and cold, like the snow-skies that would cloak Dale and starve the life from Bard’s people. Elves are like stars, he once heard his mother say. They shed light but no warmth.
It was true of Thranduil, Bard thought, but after the dragon’s fire and the flames of Thorin Oakenshield’s jealousy and rage, Bard was through with heat. He welcomed cold, and certainty, and Thranduil provided both. He also provided food, in generous amounts, enough to tide Bard’s people over for the winter. And even that was not the extent of Thranduil’s generosity. He promised to return to Dale in the spring, with yet more supplies.
In return, Bard promised payment. The dwarves had paid what they owed at last, and Bard and his makeshift council pored over their accounts and came up with a sum, which Bard presented to Thranduil. Thranduil looked down at it, then up at Bard, his expression carefully neutral. What is this?
The sum was too small. Bard knew it, and so did Thranduil, and guilt curdled in his mouth as he spoke. Payment for your assistance. It’s not much, but it’s the best we can offer.
No, Thranduil said, not unkindly. There is no payment between friends. I will see you in the spring.
Until that moment, Bard had not been sure at all that he could call himself Thranduil’s friend – or indeed, that Thranduil cultivated any friends at all. Light, but no warmth, and sure enough, the snow that fell on Thranduil’s cheeks and caught in his eyelashes did not melt. Thranduil inclined his head to Bard, then turned away, and there was nothing Bard could do but watch him leave. And in the months that have followed, he’s often thought of the Elvenking, of his halls deep within Mirkwood. Why he would refuse Bard’s offer of payment, and why he promised to return in spring.
And here he is, riding a white horse to replace the elk that was slain in the Battle of the Five Armies, at the head of a column once more. The soldiers who follow him are dressed not in gold, but in brown and green, and there are fewer of them than there were before – and considerably more wagons in their place. As the king of Dale, it’s Bard’s prerogative to wait inside the city, for visitors to be presented to him, but Bard is already terrible at following royal customs. He saddles a horse and rides out to meet the Elves, his ragtag personal guard struggling to catch up.
Thranduil’s brought the column to a halt well before Bard reaches him. It’s Bard’s city he’s approaching, and yet Bard’s the one who feels off-balance as he reins in his horse, searches for the right words. “I did not look to see you here.”
“Did you think I would forsake my word?” Thranduil raises his eyebrows, and Bard struggles to reconcile the aloof, icy Elvenking he met in the winter to the creature before him. In spring, Thranduil’s hair is strung with early wildflowers, the circlet on his head woven with gold. There’s color in his pale cheeks, and a spark in his eyes that captures all of Bard’s attention. “Dwarves might be faithless, but my people are not – and myself least of all.”
“Of – of course,” Bard says, stumbling on his response. “My promise of payment, also, is one I intend to keep.”
“There is no need,” Thranduil says. “It is in my kingdom’s best interest to ensure that yours flourishes, and in my interest to ensure that our alliance remains strong. My people have come to help yours sow your first seeds.”
Bard opens his mouth, and Thranduil interrupts him. “We have brought seeds as well, and some saplings. Dale was once famous for its orchards, and I would like to walk in their shade once again. This way.”
He leads Bard down the row of wagons, describing what’s contained in each, and naming the Elves, too, who’ve come to lend their expertise. Lake-town was a village of fisherman, not of farmers, a fact which Thranduil handwaves away. “You will learn one harvest at a time, just as my people did when we first learned to tend to crops. All will be well.”
He’s different. Bard can’t say what’s changed in him, unless all Elves blossom with the coming of spring. Awe-inspiring in the cold, enchanting as the weather turns. Every so often Bard forces himself to look away from Thranduil, just long enough to clear his head. It’s never long before he looks back again.
“It is not much,” Thranduil says, as he completes Bard’s tour of the impossible gifts he’s brought to Dale, “but it is the best I can offer.”
“I cannot repay you,” Bard says. “If it was within my power to grant a request of yours –”
“It’s within your power indeed,” Thranduil says. He extends his hand.
To shake, Bard thinks, and it’s with that intention that he takes Thranduil’s hand. He shakes firmly, but then he struggles to let go, and as the moments stretch out, it occurs to him that he must do something. Instead it’s Thranduil who moves, Thranduil who raises Bard’s hand to his mouth to press his lips to his knuckles. And for all that has been said about the cold brilliance of Elves, Thranduil’s kiss feels to Bard like the first blush of spring sunlight against his skin.
#barduil#bard the bowman#thranduil#bard the bowman x thranduil#bard the bowman/thranduil#bard/thranduil#bard x thranduil#barduilmonth2025#a bisquared production
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Plant Some Trees
Pairing: Bucky x GenderNeutral!Reader, Sam Wilson x GenderNeutral!Reader Platonic
Summary: You suggested Sam Wilson start planting trees as a way to get him into gardening and greenery. Well...Captain America took "saving the world one tree at a time" to heart in a BIG way.
Warnings: Language, Angry Customer, Some Vague Hints at Past Trauma, Implications of Threats, Sam Going Overboard on Trees, that's about all I can think of.
Word Count: 2.2K
A/N: Alpine makes an appearance, so do Thor and Groot. Not sure what else to say. Enjoy. (Remember I'm not an expert. I just like plants and know some things).
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When you suggested to Sam that he join in on the fun of gardening and suggested he plant trees you hardly knew what you had created. He had indeed taken to planting trees and took “Saving the world one tree at a time” to heart. He’d taken it to heart in a huge way.
Especially after you stopped him from planting several on your property.
“No! Don’t you plant that there!”
He looked up at you as he held the sapling in his hands, blinking at you as you walked over hurriedly while scowling. You knew what the tree was and wanted it nowhere near your garden. No matter how much you liked what it produced.
“Why not?” Bucky asked, curious as he held the shovel.
“That is a black walnut tree. That produces an allelopathic chemical compound called juglone that is toxic to many plants including, but not limited to: tomatoes, peppers, eggplants, blueberries, cabbage, potatoes, and asparagus. It produces this from the roots, the nuts, and the leaves. Even rainwater dripping down from those leaves is enough to stunt my tomatoes.” You explained and they both nodded with wide eyes, understanding as they eyed the vegetables behind you consisting of…all of what you listed, “And you know how seriously I take my tomatoes. No. All walnuts produce it, but black walnuts produce the most. Butternut trees also produce it. So…no. Plant an apple tree there…or another plum tree since someone has devoured all of my jam and jelly stores containing plums.”
“Wow.” Sam said and looked at Bucky who shook his head, “Seriously? We all know you love them.”
“I…plead the fifth and refuse to incriminate myself.” He said with a smile you just rolled your eyes at.
He was lucky he was so damn cute.
Sam was lucky he was Bucky’s friend.
“I’m sorry Mister Frederick, I am still out of stock of peach saplings, apricot saplings, lemon, orange, and pecan.”
“That is the third week in a row!” the man replied, scowling, and you jumped a bit at the volume of his voice.
You hated it when people shouted at you. It took you places you didn’t want to go back to. Places better left forgotten.
“If you’re going to shout at me you may remove yourself from my shop and take your business elsewhere. The saplings were bought and paid for. You are not on the waiting list. You’ve refused to be put on one.” You replied as firmly as you could manage, surprising yourself with how much authority you’d managed to find.
“Who? Who?! Who is buying all of them?!” He shouted and the bell on the door dinged.
“I am.”
It was Sam. He was alone today and the scathing look on his face told you he wasn’t happy with what he’d walked into. Neither were you, really.
“Oh! Well, you could’ve told me Captain America was buying your stock up.” Mister Frederick said with a nervous smile and you scowled, yet Sam beat you to it.
“And you could have not shouted about it. I’m sorry I keep the shop out of stock, but our friend here got me on something good to do in between missions. Planting trees. One at a time, but with getting my support groups into it down at the VFW that’s turned into way more than one at a time.” He said with a friendly smile and you nodded with one of your own.
“Of course. I…apologize…and…I guess I’ll…add my name to that waiting list.”
You nodded, adding him to it with his order before watching him nod and walk out the door. Only when he was finally gone did the tension release from your shoulders and you took a deep breath. Sam watched the entire time, brown eyes fixed on you similarly to how Bucky’s blue ones would be.
When they saw past the hedges you hid behind.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were gettin’ flak like that?” he asked and you sighed.
“Because I haven’t been. People generally understand that I’m a first-come, first serve business and you want something go on a waiting list. He’s…always been difficult. He’ll return half of them saying they have blight or mildew or something that isn’t even real. Does it every year. Never shouts like that, though.” You answered and moved about the shop, tidying things, straightening them, just idle busy work to unbusy the beating of the drum in your head screaming it was all your fault.
That you made him yell. That you deserved it.
“You’d tell me or Bucky if anyone was giving you trouble…any kind of trouble…right?” he asked and you knew he was worried, that he saw, and you nodded.
“Yeah. I’m okay, Sam.”
“Don’t do that.” he said shaking his head and you looked at him, “Don’t lie.”
“I’m not. I’m okay. I’m telling myself this as much as you. I don’t like being shouted at, I don’t like being bullied, and I don’t like being pushed about. One of many reasons I’m not fond of Raynor.”
“You and me both. There is no damn soul staring exercise.” He said and you looked at him, confused and once he explained you wished you were capable of rolling your eyes to an even greater degree than you were, “Yeah. Anyway, reason I stopped in today…I was thinking about expanding my tree program. I can’t keep buying out your stock and you mostly have fruit trees and nut trees. I was wondering if you could put me in contact with some people that do more than fruits and nuts.”
You nodded. You definitely had plenty of contacts on that front. Enough to fill a small notebook and that was what you pulled out once you went behind the counter again. It was even organized and you happily loaned it to him.
It wasn’t what you’d consider a mistake, but it did lead to several interesting conversations with Bucky. “Conversations” being a generous term for him just asking you a one worded question. Well maybe two-worded ones as he walked up the pathway to your house once he got off of his motorcycle.
“Why?”
You blinked, confused, “Why…”
“Why trees?” he asked while coming up the steps, locking those sweet blue eyes on yours.
Your brain short-circuited for a second. It usually did when he looked at you directly. You just couldn’t help it.
Then you realized he was talking about Sam.
You hadn’t heard from Sam in over a week. Not since you’d given him your notebook of contacts. Truthfully, you figured he’d gone on a mission or something, but now you had Bucky Barnes asking you why you’d got Sam stuck on trees.
The mental image of Sam in his Captain America suit flying and dropping off saplings into rows of pre-dug holes alongside a volcanic ash field flashed through your mind.
It turned out you weren’t that far off.
Apparently, Sam had taken a special interest in not only planting new trees but stopping others from illegally harvesting already grown ones. He figured that saving the world one tree at a time could also include keeping them from being cut down. In the week since you had seen him last he had apparently helped plant over 10,000 trees through various outreach programs, school programs which included him sitting and reading The Lorax to some of the students, environmental activist programs, and had recorded his own Steve Rogers-esque PSA’s about how “Trees are cool”.
They were just as cringe as the ones with Steve on them. Though they did feature an animated clip of him flying over rows of pre-dug holes and dropping seeds into them that rapidly grew into magnificent trees. That, however, was not what brought Bucky to you.
No.
Sam had landed himself in a slight disagreement with people down in Mississippi and Louisiana. One that resulted in several lawyers getting involved and Bucky having been assigned to make sure that you stayed safe because of how upset people were. You had two opposing reactions that only grew more starkly divided when he explained what Sam did and why.
Well, you knew why.
The two states had teams of loggers that routinely logged many acres of land each year. While there were companies that practiced sustainable logging and those that clear cut down strips to provide fire breaks in case of wildfires…some…did not.
Sam decided to try something novel to interrupt them…with help though he wouldn’t expose the “private donors” of the funds.
Funds he used to buy up acres of land of forest before ceding those acres of forest to the trees themselves. The trees owned the forest. The forest owned itself.
Apparently it was a thing with legal precedence, too.
“And you know what now?” Bucky asked and you blinked, stunned, amused, and shook your head, “Now it’s going interplanetary. Apparently the Guardians heard about it and Groot is, with Thor’s help, advocating for tree rights.”
You wanted to laugh, but you were still kind of dumbstruck. Then there was the conflicting reaction to having Bucky there with a mission of protecting you.
On one hand: Whatever was going on was serious enough they sent an ex-assassin with a vibranium arm to protect you from people that would possibly want to retaliate against you.
That thought was frightening even if you thought it was extreme and extremely stupid.
On the other hand: Blue eyed, sexy as hell, handsome, helpful sweetheart Bucky. Around. All the time.
Yes, please.
All you had to do was cat proof your house because when Bucky said he was there to protect you he meant he was there 24/7 to do it. That meant he was bringing Alpine. That meant you had to move several plants in your house to places she couldn’t get to even if she had bionic back legs.
She was a sweetheart, though, and greatly enjoyed watching the birdfeeders hung on the back porch. If she wasn’t doing that she was watching you and Bucky garden out the other window. Then there were the many times you caught her and Bucky with the same expression on their faces while watching TV.
As if this man couldn’t get anymore adorable he’d gone and done it.
Ex-assassin, lethal force, crazy, volatile, pffft.
People that thought that clearly had never seen him with his cat, or asleep on a couch with his cat in loaf mode on his chest, or on his back meowing at him as he did push-ups.
That was your favorite breakfast. Sitting down, drinking your caffeine, and watching your bodyguard work out in the morning. All while Sam and Groot with Thor as his translator held conferences on the news about restoring the rainforests.
“I AM GROOT!”
“He says that the wanton destruction of this planet’s trees and forests will soon make it a barren wasteland suitable only for the habitation of the sand worms of some horror moon he and the Guardians landed upon once. They were disgusting. There was waste from both ends everywhere. The others said the stench was overwhelming. The only way to stop such a travesty and impending ocean of worm effluvia is to implement sustainable practices and the restoration of as many trees as possible.” Thor translated and Groot nodded as did Sam.
“I am GROOT!”
“He says that the trees of this planet are beautiful and deserve to be heard but since you do not speak tree and he does he will speak for them through me and I agree with him wholeheartedly.” Thor said and Sam nodded again as Bucky walked in, sadly done with his workout but at least he was still shirtless.
You pretended to be unaffected and sipped your drink.
“How many are they planting today?” he asked as he grabbed a mug and poured himself some coffee.
“A few hundred apparently. Sam called earlier while you were out on your daily perimeter of the property run.” You said and he looked at you, an eyebrow arched curiously, “He said he’d be stopping by in a few days. To check in. Said he might bring Joaquin and something about corn.”
“Alright…” Bucky nodded.
A few days later, while you were both out working in the garden, Bucky in his own corner of it tending to his, now numerous, plants Sam’s car rolled up. However, along with Joaquin stepping out of it so did Thor. You weren’t entirely sure what to make of it even if he was dressed casually just as the other two were. Especially as he looked around and nodded.
“This land is most suitable, just as you said Wilson.” He said and both you and Bucky looked at each other, yet you weren’t able to ask until after the introductions were made and Sam regaled Thor with the tale of you refusing to let him plant the black walnut trees.
“Yes…and that is why I want to know what my land is ‘most suitable’ for.” You said with a smile and Thor pulled a small cloth bag out of his pocket.
“For these.” He said and handed the bag to you.
Inside there were seeds.
Thousands of seeds.
Thor just smiled.
A/N: What did Thor give you? Well...you'll have to wait and find out. Please let me know what you think! I love all likes, reblogs, and comments, the last two combined being a gold standard that motivates me like a straight injection of coffee.
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#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes fanfiction#marvel fanfiction#bucky fanfic#bucky x you#gender neutral reader#platonic love#romantic love#gardening#sam wilson#marvel characters#captain america#trees#trees are important#yes there's a tree that owns itself
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Oh i totally forgot to post this! I was flipping through The Goblin Market at the library and this just exploded my brain! I know guerrilla gardening is a thing but guerrilla grafting? What! So cool and i totally never thought of it.
Where instead of sowing seeds in the traditional guerrilla gardening/seed bombing style, you instead graft edible branches to existing (and related species so the graft takes) root networks! That way the plant now bears food in a much shorter period of time than starting from seed. (Or buying saplings which can get expensive where i live)
Hell yeah
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Im a bit late with this, but as someone who loves puzzleshipping and fantasy, I just got way too inspired and time got lost on me. And while Im not much of a writer, I still have a bit of a story plot behind these drawings.
It was a momentous occasion for any fae, as the day when they became of age, they were sent out to find their own flower seed to tend to and grow in order to start their journey of independance.
The first seed being sacred as it represented themselfs as they grow.
Yugi, a fae of the day, planted his seed on top of a hill at the outskirts of a nearby forest on a flowerfilled green field. But as time went on,the seed, that he had believed to be a flower, turned out to be a tree as it grew into sapling.
Years passed and with his magic and vigilance, the sapling grew into an enormous cherry blossom. But since the kind of fae he was, who usually tended to small gardens of flowers, this in turn became an enormous undertaking as he had to spend more and more time tending to the tree. And being a tree planted, grown and tended to by a fae, the cherry blossoms bloomed all year round besides the winter months and thus he had to tend to all of its flowers from the crack of dawn to dusk to mantain its health (and sow its flowers for material and food).
Being alone he never had the time to do anything else and wheter it was because of his growing paranoia due to lack of sleep or just pure loneliness, but after a while of him working on the tree in the darker hours he had begun feeling like as if something, or rather someone, was watching him. But no matter how hard he looked around him and called out there was nothing…
Not knowing that from afar hidden by the shadows, a pair of crimson eyes watched his every move.
Intrigued.
(As a side note, Yugi was based on a butterfly-out during the day, whilst Atem was based on a moth-out during the night).
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🌸 Petals hold yesterday’s gentle refrain, 🌱 But your footsteps sow tomorrow’s terrain. ⏳ In a garden where time lets its edges fray, ✨ Freedom’s the sapling born from what you’ve released away.

🎶 Balance your heart, let your spirit bloom, ☀️ Step into the light, out of the gloom. 🦋 With every stride, the path turns gold 🌿 Balance and Bloom, your story unfolds!
🎶 Heal, grow, shine, take wing in the blue, 🌌 The future’s a canvas, bright and new. ⚖️ What you’ve shed now feeds the roots below 🌳 Watch how your courage makes the branches glow!
🎵 Balance and Bloom… it’s your brand-new day… 🎵 Dance with the wind, you’re built this way
#balanceandbloom#art#photography#writing#poetry#fashion#beauty#nature#travel#music#movies#plants#flower#greenery#quotes#inspiration#motivation#life#love#selflove#mentalhealth#anime#garden#manga#cosplay#GoldenHour#Cloudscape#NightSky#CosmicBeauty#StarryVibes
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The day you sow the seeds is not the day you reap the fruits. I come from the land of coconuts and I've seen my grandfather plant saplings in our backyard that took nearly a decade for his grandchildren to eat from its fruits. Patience...
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Respected Comrade Kim Jong Un's Patriotic Will Associated with Sapling Production Bases
Pyongyang, May 14 (KCNA) -- The respected Comrade Kim Jong Un made public the famous work "Modern Tree Nurseries Should Be Built to Conduct a More Vigorous Forest Restoration Campaign" on May 14, 2016.
In the work, the respected General Secretary Kim Jong Un said that tree nurseries are the powerful arsenal for afforestation and land- and labor-saving tree nurseries where the sapling production has been put on a scientific, industrial and intensive basis should be built in all provinces.
Thanks to his noble patriotic intention to turn the DPRK into a socialist paradise with green woods, the work to build modern tree nurseries conducive to covering the whole country with trees and flowers have been conducted across the country.
Kangwon Province built a model and standard tree nursery with plastic-sheet greenhouse, outdoor cultivation ground, circular cutting bed, substrate-producing ground, seed selection and sowing ground, etc. in tens of hectares of area by its own effort.
In North Hamgyong, North Phyongan and other provinces, tree nurseries where all the production lines have been automated and streamlined were built one after another and the material and technical foundations of the city and county mother tree nurseries were improved.
The modernly-built tree nurseries have produced good species of saplings suited to the characteristics of their regions every year. Last year alone, the nurseries across the country produced more than 2 billion saplings of 100-odd species.
The DPRK is turning into a beautiful land in the era of the Workers' Party day by day along with the modern sapling production bases built thanks to the great patriotic will of Kim Jong Un.



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"My adorable sapling. My precious mortal. To strive for a dream you will never see ─ to sow seeds that others might one day taste the fruits of your garden ─ that is the beauty of your kind."
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What should we do so as not to lose our belief?
Our first duty is to believe in Allah and the other five principles of belief, that is, in His Books, Prophets, Angels, the hereafter and qadar (predestination) in the way that Allah wants.
The last part of this sentence is important in particular nowadays. For, we meet such people that they think they are Muslims but you see that they say or do things that are clearly contrary to belief and Islam today. Yes, he believes in Allah but he believes in the way his soul and his incomplete mind desire, not in the way that Allah wants and His Prophet (pbuh) teaches.
We should not forget that the Quran and the books of siyar mention the polytheists of Makkan period. In other words, they have “belief” in Allah, but in a way that their own minds and souls want. That is, they accept Allah but in the way that they want, just like the polytheists of today.
If the first numeral of a number with a lot of zeros is not “1” but zero, that number has no value no matter how many zeros you add unless you write “1” before it.
The first numeral (“1”) of the number that will determine our eternal address in the hereafter is our belief. Our righteous deeds will form the zeros after that.
Therefore, we repeatedly and insistently say that the first thing is to believe in the 6 principles of belief in the way that Allah wants.
Is it enough?
It is definitely not enough. We have to develop and strengthen our belief all the time, every day as we live.
Belief is something like swimming against the current. If we stop, the current will push us back – God forbid.
Therefore, we should always develop our belief, which is a great boon, and try to attain investigative belief.
What is investigative belief?
Allah Almighty wants us to see His seals of existence and oneness in both materiality and spirituality, in our person, in our world, as well as in everything in the universe, to know His names and attributes as we see them, to feel satisfied about His existence as we know them and to do what He wants us to do in awe and to avoid what He prohibits in the same way.
This becomes possible only by increasing our faith.
The Quran literally orders us to increase our faith from beginning to end and wants us insistently to observe everything small-big, living-non-living in the universe and to meditate on them. That is why, the following is stated in a hadith: ”One hour of meditation is better than one year of supererogatory worshipping.” For, this meditation will increase our faith.
For instance, a tangerine.
It is a watery winter fruit with plenty of vitamin C, and with a slightly sour taste; we like it very much and it is a source of cure.
We know that Allah always does things in this universe based on causes.
Therefore, we act based on the causes and sow a tangerine seed in suitable ground and season, water the ground and add manure to eat tangerines. Thus, we also pray to Lord of the Realms so that the seed will be a sapling, a tree and then yield abundant fruits to eat tangerines
We believe that
“It is Allah Who causeth the seed-grain and the date-stone to split and sprout. He causeth the living to issue from the dead, and He is the one to cause the dead to issue from the living. That is Allah: then how are ye deluded away from the truth?” (al-Anam 95)
And that
“For to Allah belong the Forces of the heavens and the earth; and Allah is Exalted in Power, Full of Wisdom.” (al-Fath 7)
For, we know that
A tangerine seed, which consists of various lifeless, ignorant, unwise, unconscious and powerlesscombinations of atoms of carbon, oxygen, hydrogen and nitrogen does not know how to root, form the trunk, shoot out branches, have leaves, blossom, transform flowers into fruits, carry the muddy water it takes from the ground to a height of many meters, produce delicious fruits from that dirty water, form slices in the fruit, give the fruit a shape and color, cover it with a peel and place a seed that knows all those deeds in it.
As it is stated in the verses above, Allah is behind all those deeds.
“Particles” or “atoms”, which are Allah’s army act upon His order, on behalf of Him, His knowledge, His art and the causes and laws imposed by Him, transform the seed into a root, the root into a tree, the tree into a flower and the flower into a fruit, putting a seed into the fruit by saying Bismillah.
Even if man, who is ignorant and shallow-brained, goes to the most advanced laboratory and brings all scientists together, he will not be able to produce even the bitter peel of the tangerine, let alone producing a tangerine, which Allah creates with wisdom.
As we witness endless miracles that occur in front of us with such meditation, we can see Allah, who is behind the operation of everything, and can and must develop our belief.
As we notice and realize those endless miracles that take place in all beings, whether living or non-living, whether conscious or unconscious, that we witness all the time but that we are generally heedless about and get accustomed to and especially the miracle of “life”, it is definite that we will be more conscious and more God-fearing in all issues, from prayers we perform to zakah we give and harams we avoid.
It is necessary to ask those who seek miracles: Which one is a bigger miracle: to fly or a tangerine tree that consists of atoms of carbon, that has no spirit, consciousness, knowledge and wisdom, that does not know us and that is actually wood but gives us sliced fruits that will be of no use to it?
The following is stated in a verse:
“Do they not travel through the land, so that their hearts (and minds) may thus learn wisdom and their ears may thus learn to hear? Truly it is not their eyes that are blind, but their hearts which are in their breasts.” (al-Hajj 46)
Let us open our hearts to Allah Almighty with full surrendering and sincerity so that we will be able to see the truth and attain guidance. Amin!
#allah#quran#revert#islam#muslim#help#reverthelp#prayer#god#muslimah#revert help#revert help team#new muslim#new revert#new muslimah#new to islam#new convert#hijab#religion#welcome to islam#how to convert to islam
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cw: softcore, blasphemy/hierophilia/religion kink, mental changes, brainwashing/hypno
God i know when people usually think of religious corruption kink they think of a religious person who loses their faith which is good but i really love is when a non-believer is corrupted into religion.
You were just an atheist aimlessly wandering through life with no purpose, but then you met a priest. You and he would always end up debating about religion. You knew you were right, but he could talk circles around you, couldn't he? However, no matter how ruthlessly he would destroy what you thought were foolproof arguments, he would still use the same soft, honey-tongued tone. Always kind and polite, but he was one of those people who you couldn't just help but to love the way they speak. Charismatic and mesmerizing, but never forceful. A calming, trance like effect would come over you and for the first time in forever you would feel at peace.
You started attending mass just to hear him speak. Of course he would always pick you out of the crowd and, after mass, talk to you for hours on end about faith and you, you would do nothing but just listen to his sweet voice. It wasn't long before those suggestive words seeped into your brain and took root. Your budding beliefs were new and fragile, but he took the time to tend to the garden of your mind. To water and nurture the very seeds he planted deep into the recesses of your very soul. Those seeds turned to saplings which turned into branches that reached up to the sky in worship and a sturdy trunk of unwavering conviction that even the sharpest axes would struggle to cut down.
You desired more than to be a fervent parishioner now, you desperately wanted to become one of the same cloth he was. You yearned to bask in the ecstasy of worship like he does. Your mind was filled with nothing but the good faith which you wanted, no, needed to spread to the dissenters as you had once been. He changed you fundamentally and now it was your turn to sow seeds as he taught you to, as he always meant you to.
#blasphemy kink#hierophilia#brainwashing#priest kink#religion kink#mental changes#kinkwriting#I was reading something where a character got temporarily indoctrinated into a fantasy religion#It wasn't really meant to be sexy but the way they wrote it was so hot#I needed to write my own sexier version#nothing gets me off more than mundane catholicism#catholic school fucks you up#athiest to catholic
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[Cracks knuckles]
More simple observations then anything, admittedly.
First things first, Dante uses golden bough resonance seemingly on command, seeing a possibility and thus wishing it into reality, which isn't exactly how we've seen it beforehand - namely in how it manifests the fathoms of one's ego into reality. The image of the symbol we've come to associate with collecting a bough is red and yellow with added chains, as opposed to its usual pure gold - the implication of which is that the specific construction of their head allows them to fine tune this output of reality warping in some way or another.
Given what Faust says of the laws of causality and such, I believe that they were fine tuned to be able to exclusively manifest concepts regarding time, possibly making it more powerful in exchange for limitations on what they can do. This personally reminds me of the people in IV, who were 'revived' by the fathoms but only in body [that is, if I'm remembering correctly] whilst Dante brings back everything of the sinners.
Then this brings us to the actual abilities [currently, ability] themselves and the menu around it. Firstly, the button one clicks to active them is labeled 'Durante' which: is believed to be the baptised name of Alighieri, means 'during' in Italian, comes from the Latin word for 'endure' and was the name on Dante's coat on an early art piece of them on the bus. The idea of 'enduring for a period of time' both fits with the Canto and how Heath endured through his childhood for only the period of time he thought he could be with Cathy, and how Dante endures through the pain of death only for limited amounts of time. Though I do not know of how to tie in Alighieri's name with the game, alas.
Anyways, onto the actual mechanic, once we open it's menu, we are greeted by an unfinished but upright tree of life from the kabbalah, with 'Hokma' at current being the only one unlocked. The chain motif appears again, representing Dante's control over it - or some kind of contract or agreement being made with it, as with the chains binding the sinners. There is also additional text on there but I simply cannot read it, a shame.
The symbol used is the one for Hokma's floor in LoR, with the only other place it has been seen in Limbus being Gregor's base E.G.O, alongside the symbols for Malkuth, Gebura, Chesed and Binah. We also see it when the ability is first awakened, with overlayed hands settling in the 9'oclock position, the same one Dante started the game off with, and white chains are seen again as the symbol of connection/control. This of course yet another thing tying the boughs to Lobcorp and its consequences, this time with specific reference to a very important character. We do skip over Keter for the time being, which I don't know enough to comment about.
We also see 'Pigritia' or 'sloth' under Hokma's symbol, but given as there are more parts of the Kabbalah then sins in game, we may end up bringing in some other sins like 'vainglory' from past ideas around christanity. Plus, this implies a connection between Gregor and sloth, which is proven true in how it the affinity of his base E.G.O. The sins the other badges rep. may also be ones connecting more personally with Gregor as well, but we'll see in due time.
Now. Golden bough synchronisation isn't something I believe we've seen before, but it is in the corner of the home screen whilst Dante commits season name. This could be Dante's bough synchronising with one of the ones on the rooftop in order to perform that feat, or something else I am too tired to think of right now.
The ask is. Really long but! I do think the fact they are called 'sapling of light' abilities is really interesting, it implies a more grown version of the seeds of light sowed within the people of the City - I believe its either grown as a result of interacting/resonating with the boughs, or due to Dante's experiences and developments through their journey. This also presents a non-zero chance that Dante is an attempt to recreate the seed of light project, something I'm sure at least a few of Limbus' workers [coughcoughFAUSTcough] know of in some capacity.
I believe that's it for that for now, though.
HONESTLY REALLY FANTASTIC ANALYSIS, I also caught up on the thing about Dante's name and the label on their coat since my mother language is Spanish and "durante" means "during" in it, so it naturally led me to understanding it easier.
God the appearance of Hokma's symbol was such a jumpscare it left me agape, but also the fact that it's the symbol used for Hokma ever since the Library came to be as well as the Sephirah in the floor, and also the fact that Hermann is interested in The Well which seems to be the "river" under Wuthering Heights being some kind of unique area that connects to it hence the ghosts and apparitions from other worlds. It makes me wonder even more about the state of the Library and Angela's ultimate goal in the true ending is finding a way to dismantle The Head, since now it means Dante is not just connected to Carmen but The Library.
I wouldn't be surprised if Limbus and N Corp are in some kind of race to recreate the Seed of Light but with their own purposes, mainly Limbus taking in count what you just said and the fact that the path layed out for the Sinners to reach their own "awakenings" is awfully similar to how the Sephirah were used in the original Seed of Light, though not as calculated and controlled as Ayin's plan and prone to failure since we technically only had 4 out of 6 attempted boughs collected with Heathcliff's burnt one and only 2 of the 6 missions resulted in an EGO realization/self-actualization in Yi Sang and Ishmael. Sinclair made some progress at least while Gregor and Rodion stayed the same but Heathcliff....feels like he got worse, really. Bodysack stayed the same and the one time it's "awakened" it's used in the Canto it's as an act of self-hatred and once everything is over it stays the same symbol of death, just now with a new obsession driving him forward in bringing back Catherine somehow which is definitely not going to turn out well in the future.
Somehow I didn't catch up on the 'Pigritia' part, it's interesting that it uses a different term from the actual Sloth Peccatula, since Acediae would be more accurately translated as "apathy", but the fact that it all connects to Gregor again and he acknowledges Hermann again and stops calling her "mother" is also an intruguing development. Hell, it's actually most likely that the Bough Hermann gave to Nelly and Catherine is the very same one they took from Gregor in Canto I.
As always thanks for your asks I love reading people's observations and analysis.
#Canto VI spoilers#project moon#limbus company#lcb Dante#lcb Gregor#lcb Hermann#and Hokma but idk if to tag him#answers
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In my years
I have lived
Crawled
Walked and
Crawled again
Talked
Laughed
Cried, all the same
When I was young
When I was young, i remember asking my mum why the sky was blue
She told me the person who painted the rainbow had excess of it;
"He isn't a good painter; he left white spots. They were clouds, little me had no clue
"Then you, dearest become the greatest painter one day" kindly, she would say
That day we sowed a seed deep in the ground
"What will grow?" Curious I asked
"A fig tree"
"Will it bear fruits?!"
"Yes, delicious ones for me and you;
We will eat together, just us two"
"When will it grow?"
5year old me desperately wanted to know
Looking up at my mum, my eyes squinting from the sun
"Just as you do" My loving mum sung
For a week I checked and nothing emerged from the soil, it hurt my soul
"It takes time to grow" my beautiful mum would console
I was 5 at the time and it took a very little while
For me to forget everything about the seed and the soil
It was my mum who remembered,
One afternoon I was painting- making masterpieces of disco-dancing pokemons
when she shouted for me to come down
A little sapling had emerged from the ground
Every morning I would water it
Every Evening I would sing to it
Every night I would kiss it goodnight
Afternoons I skipped- my nap time was ritualistic
As time went by,
Goodnight kiss became a useless chore
And singing an artless burden
But upon my mother's will,
I did water it still.
When I was in middle school a boy from high school called my drawings uncool,
"What a waste of time" he'd sneered
"Waste of perfectly good writing paper
And please do not make art your future career"
I was eleven years old and took things to heart
He has hit the bullseye with those pointy remarks and sharp darts
Why couldn't I make art my career?
Who was he to sneer?
I scaled down corridors- towards the bathroom stalls,
to find myself a nice toilet seat to sit and cry myself out in.
Bang at the door, hit the ceiling and scream at the bathroom walls,
I was thinking about this when I turned my head and looked into class of the seniors.
I squited my eyes, trying to figure about what they were doing
With needles and buttons, there was something all were sewing.
I stifled a cry when I understood the performing task
Upon some stitched eyes (with buttons on top!) they wore a mask?!
I ran back to my teacher immediately
She was worried and asked where I had been
"There are things you'll understand as you grow"
Maybe I don't want to ever ever ever
She handed me my test score, B+ was never bad never good
To improve was the only option, I left painting for a day or two
Mum also interested me into cultivating hobbies,
In summer camps i learnt more than school could ever teach me.
A tragedy transpired one day- a girl died
Was killed by a bear
"What if that was you?" My teary eyed mum questioned
"Like you would even care"
I shouldn't have said that but you see, I loved that camp
It helped me grow, that sapling now reached my hips
But the camp dissolved and isn't heard of since (it still makes me wince)
One day, before my bus i quickly watered Figgy (That's what we called it thereafter)
Same height as me it would have been difficult to kiss its leaves (if I bothered to)
We loved Figgy you see
For art we were graded that day,
I got an easy A- everyone did
Art is a scoring subject or so they say.
Also that day we received our physics grades, I got a C.
"If you actually study instead of doodling on your desk during lectures you'd do great"
My friend scolded, I was always told to behave.
To focus on the right path.
Right for who i'd question.
My friend's purple buttoned eye would gleam
Another lecture was awaiting
I was handed a needle and two buttons that day
Red and blue the options they gave, I was f
Damned either way
I took the needle and thread
Sew my lips shut ( I was wonderful at embroidery)
Before my eyes I burned my sketchbook
Scent of dreams and desires lingered in the smoke
I bottled it up and threw it in the infernal river, with the others
Today, I sat
Unable to see
Under the tall fig tree
Rotten figs all fallen all around me
#artists on tumblr#today on tumblr#writing#poem#spilled ink#young poets#poetry#spilled in poetry#drawing#aesthetic
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❄️🌱 Some useful tips on sowing and caring for vegetables in winter
🌿💪 If you take some extra care in winter sowing of vegetable seeds and seedling, the yield is better. Here are some #easy_steps:
🌱 #prepare_the_soil_well_before_sowing_seeds: Fertile and well-drained soil is important for seed germination.
🌱 #Take_Proper_Care_of_Forage: Water the seedlings regularly, but avoid overwatering.
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🌿💪 #Ensure_the_right_light: Seedlings will grow faster if they get enough sunlight.
These small steps will make your winter vegetable growing more successful!
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