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In 1952, an abandoned shrine was found in the Wakayama prefecture of rural Japan. This temple, known as Rabu Shrine (羅父神宮), appeared in old Edo period maps, but was incorrectly believed to have burned down a century prior. The government undertook a survey, identifying signs of occupation dating as late as the 1920s. The following documents, including a set of postcards and manuscripts written by the young priest Sōkū (桑空), were recovered at the site:
ル祀ミ育神蟲テニ宮神父羅 (At Rabu Shrine, the insect God is raised and worshipped.)
“O Spirits, why must you test our faith so? The Child Shinchū has absorbed one more of us today, yet she will not transform into a God. The elder priest Tōji says we must keep waiting. That the Child still hungers. That the more she takes in, the more divine she will become. And yet, nineteen people has she taken into itself and her shell will not harden. She only grows larger, hungrier.”
ム慰ヲ神キナケワイニ弦管ガモド侶僧ノ宮神父羅 (The Priests at Rabu Shrine soothe the young God with music.) Priest Sōkū pictured left.
“The older faithful of the shrine still remember the elder siblings of Shinchū, and how simple it was to help them grow. A single soul would often suffice, and the union would transform them into beautiful Gods in the shape of scarabs, butterflies, and bees. Yet the Child refuses her ascension, and our numbers dwindle. Her Father does not guide us, blind as he is in his old age. I fear that life is fading beneath his shell, and his spirit readies to depart.”
神ルケ生ノメタガラ我テニ宮神父羅 (Rabu Shrine's Sacred Father, a God living amongst us.)
“Many of the faithful have left the shrine. They feel fear in their hearts that they will be chosen next, absorbed into the Child fruitlessly; they feel anger towards the young God who will not grow, all the while taking their loved ones. They say the disappearances will cause suspicion, that someone will discover the secret of our shrine and, filled with envy, will kill Shinchū’s young siblings, who are yet unready to ascend.”
リ侍チ育ニカヤ健デ池産ノ宮神父羅ハ子ノ神 (The God Children grow healthy in the Rabu Shrine purification pond.)
“There are only three of us left. Those who lost their faith have reneged their vows and left the temple. The rest of us, who remain devout in our worship, have continued uniting with the Child to no avail. Today, it was Tōji’s turn to read his fortune in the Omikuji, and he was awarded the Great Blessing of becoming one with the Child. But he would not accept it. He attempted to flee, leaving his Omikuji tied in the temple lest fate follow him. It took the three of us to bring him back and force him within Shinchū’s soft shell. We pray he may be the last. The faithful need hope to come back.”
羅父神社の羅父神はきみを御子と共に神になるやう選ばれき 共に生ける神となり御子のうちいづるほどわたりはきみを崇拝せむ (GREAT BLESSING: The Sacred Father of Rabu Shrine has chosen you to become a God with His Child. Together, you will become a Living God and live an eternal blissful life, and the people of Rabu Shrine will worship your new name.)
“I am the last one here. Day after day, the Omikuji spares me of the Great Blessing. I feel weary, and my faith is fading. Is the Shinchū really the God they promised? Or is she a demon, using our faith to trick us into feeding her? The Father has stopped moving, and her younger siblings grow weak without our care. I have found myself alone with her. Watching after her does not comfort me as it once did. I have decided to read only one more Omikuji. Let my fate be decided.”
At the time of its discovery, most of the shrine had fallen into ruin as the wooden beams rotted in the humid climate. A single structure was still standing, containing some of the temple’s statues and treasures. Today, only these documents and several photos from the 1952 survey remain.
Read the full Megalomorpha Series Omikuji drawings, Japanese text and writing help by Nao70Shark
I keep thinking about a question I got at TAFCON something along the lines of "how do you keep up passion to finish a project"?
And writing is a very romanticized field, so is basically everything/anything creative. There are many stories about passionate painters and sculptors and poets.
But I have never ever managed to be passionate to the end of a project. Never. There are parts where passion is rekindled, where I enjoy what I am doing and it is great and beautiful and lovely. I do love putting together dialogue edits and suddenly hearing people having a conversation instead of me repeating lines in a room. I love how things sound after I add the sound design.
But I think there's a very large part of writing that is closer to marriage or a dedicated friendship, where I am doing it because I choose to. I finish projects because it is an active decision I make over and over and over again. Even if, at times, it feels more like a chore to be done than a passion to be swept away by.
I finish projects because somewhere in me, I think it's a task worth doing for the sake of doing. And sometimes it just fucking sucks. Sometimes I hate writing, sometimes I have to drag myself to the microphone or psych myself up to do sound design.
Sometimes writing is a job and you just have to keep plugging away until it's time to clock out and you feel like you're free. And other times it is what everyone says it is, it is magical, and beautiful, and easy and fun.
But you can't rely on it being that way all the time. Sometimes you must run on something other than passion.
"When a foreigner resides among you in your land, do not mistreat them. The foreigner residing among you must be treated as your native-born. Love them as yourself, for you were foreigners in Egypt. I am the Lord your God" (NIV)

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so many misguided metaphors around violence and desire. if the open maw of a panting beast fills you with the want to be devoured, that does not make you prey. while the rabbit trembles in fear, its deepest desire is to run. evolution demands it. in fact, the desire to be eaten does not make you any small animal at all.
it makes you a fruit.
more men should get hugs i dont think we as a society hug men enough
reblog to give a man a hug
THE FUCK? IT WAS NEVER IRONIC I'M REALLY VERY MUCH IN NEED OF A HUG
Not a man anymore, still very much in favor of giving and receiving hugs
I'd like to shout out my good friend Chris (not on Tumblr) who, when we were like 13 and at an all boys school, seemed to single handedly introduce our entire year to the concept of hugging. I vividly remember being like, 'woah you are... touchy...' and everyone being kinda awkward about it at first but then by the end of the year bros were just hugging bros all the damn time. And I like to think all of us took that new found comfort with physical affection out into the world and spread it like a super wholesome plague. Chris, baby girl, bisexual icon. I salute your golden retriever war on toxic masculinity.
people with siblings: how do you feel about them?
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Using a "painting with thread" technique, she creates portraits, anatomical forms, and ethereal figures that seem to float within wooden hoops, blending craft with fine art.”
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quiz: why do lobsters have one claw bigger
They evolved to handle different prey. the larger crusher claw cracks open ahrder prey like a molar tooth, whilst the smaller pincer claw rips apart soft prey similar to an incisor tooth.
theyre lobsided
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