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@parables-for-tricksters

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Another reminder that the Mithraeum probably looks even weirder than you think, this time courtesy of the relics of St Munditia in Munich.
All those "shining bones" and "gilded and bejewelled skeletons...dressed in gold and green robes...with amethysts and topazes and emeralds for eyes".
~your sister has married Loki and become one half of a god
~a mural of arms
~taking pebbles from graves
~angels
~glass eyes
~the heretic angel
~the archival foxes?
~you have all the eyes you could ever want
~Bryce Milton
~darling, it’s fire and absolution, let it burn down
~How would an artist witch work? I’m thinking a seer of sorts, who weaves their visions into paintings but also paints for the hay of it
~“Remind me that the most fertile lands were built by the fires of volcanos.”
~Lady Grimshaw, keeper of secrets and dusty paperback books about philosophy, outdated torture methods, and ways to cook leeks
~The People of Demeter
~birds and birds and birds, more birds, lots of birds
~paper birds
~”This is why we make art—to help us remember more beautifully, not more clearly.”
all those phrases that you love but have no use for, all your pictures of tiny plants growing in sidewalk cracks and on palm trees, all the moments in songs that you love but can’t listen to on repeat because of their minuscule size, all those “made-up” words that feel like the relief or victory of opening a locked door

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Guidelines for Donation, Dreams Wing
Guidelines approved by the Archival Council on July 22, 2022
1. Clarification of definition
A dream is an experience had while asleep that was experienced in its entirety in your mind. A dream is not something that you hope for, wish for, or aspire to. We will not be accepting hopes and wishes in the Dreams Wing, but unfulfilled dreams are accepted in the Loss Wing.
A vision is a dreamlike experience had in the waking world, usually of a spiritual or prophetic nature. If your vision turns out to be a prophecy, it will be relocated to the Futures Wing. You may or may not be notified of this.
A hallucination is a sensory experience of an untruth, usually caused by an illness, injury, or disorder. Hallucinations may be accepted in the Dreams Wing, depending on their nature. Hallucinations are accepted in the Untruths Wing.
An illusion is a sensory phenomena/experience meant to confuse, mislead, or conceal. Please donate the illusion itself to the Mysteries Wing if possible.
He knows what he’s talking about
Long the journey, long the road, long the path that winds and wends, harsh the fires and the suns and the winds, cruel the thickets and the grasping claws of winter and the teeth of the beasts beyond the road. But kind are the strangers, and the ocean breeze, and the signs that guide your way through strange towns, lead you with uncertain steps back past every milestone, until you begin to recognize the landscape, until the streets are as familiar as old friends, until the numbers of the houses come to the one you know by heart. It will still be the same when you walk in again and slough off your bags and your boots, but it will not feel like it. Everything is where you left it, but the feeling persists that something is different. That thing is you, for you never return home unchanged by the world beyond it.

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child of god 🕊️🩸
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kiriona portrait bc i was going to post for sinulog (the festival of the child jesus in my country) and i've been thinking thoughts of both of them being children of god and symbols of colonialism/imperial expansion for monthssss
inspired by figurines of the child jesus: white, gold, and red embroidered cloaks, garlands of sampaguita (jasmine) flowers sold outside churches to be placed on religious figurines either in church or at home. it's also a superstition around se asia that spirits/ghosts carry the smell of jasmine flowers, which i thought was fitting for our corpse prince ♥
Margate Shell Grotto in Kent
The Road is the greatest trickster of all, winding and forking and vanishing and reappearing across the wide country, making a mockery of maps and carrying even those who know it best into the unfamiliar. It shouldn’t come as any surprise that the blackjack is the true child of the Road. Like the Odd Trail itself, the blackjack vanishes and reappears are will. No lock, no wall, no hidden thing is safe from him.
—from Blackjacks of the Roads: Highwaymen, Sharpers, and Empirics (Advanced Player’s Handbook)

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Old Man of Storr, Isle of Skye
.:I knøw where yøu stand:.
Silent in the trees