#originators

Lacrosse is one of the fastest growing sports in the world right now, but most people look at the sport as expensive, exclusive, and very white. Most people who play the game have no idea the origin that goes behind it or how it was originally played. Lacrosse is a spiritual game for many Native Americans and other indigenous people. Here are 10 essential facts on Lacrosse and the Haudenosuanee. Please leave feedback on your thoughts and opinions of the 10 facts listed below!

Lacrosse is the oldest team sport on our continent, originated by a North American tribe. Some people might say it started around the 1100’s A.D. The Native American tribe originators of this game are the Haudenosaunee.

The Huadenosuanee call lacrosse “Dehontsigwaehs" which means they bump hips.

In the 1630’s, French Jesuit missionaries who were working in the St. Lawrence Valley saw the Huron Indians playing the Medicine Game. The name of Lacrosse is just a reflection of this term, another way of how the French pronounced this game was “le jeu de la cross” (the game of the stick).

 Traditional lacrosse game sticks were made from hickory tree wood which represented all plant life. It was said the original game of lacrosse could last several days and have been played with 100 to 1,000 men in a 2 mile radius of land. This game is still played to this day amongst certain Native American tribes.

The cosmology of this game of lacrosse started out way before it was even put on earth for the people; it started out with the animals in the sky world. 

The game was given to them by the creator and is very sacred to the Huadenosaunee people, some say it even has healing powers. It's referred to as the medicine game amongst the Haudenosaunee.

This game was called to make peace amongst nations, heal the sick, an exchange to the creator if there was ever a drought, fight diseases, stop war, fix conflict, and to be played with a good mindset at all times, for the creator.

It was never about the outcome of the score but about harmony through the game.

A Haudenosaunee tradition that is still practiced today, is when a male baby is born they receive their first wooden stick and at the end of their journey here on earth, they are buried with the stick. So they can continue playing the game with their ancestors.

Lacrosse is one of the fastest growing sports in the world right now. Thanks to the Haudenosuanee for sharing it with the world!

Dear Mass Monitor,

A figure from my past—a past of mine, at any rate. Mogahn was one of the most ancient beings in the multiverse, from an earlier realm, one where the Originators and Terminators had been waging their battle for almost as long as that plane had existed. Mogahn was the last of the Terminators, the only one to survive after his own kind bred the Hytherion to destroy their foes. Like the other Terminators, he was a mechanical being—at least at first. But when he lived past the ending of his own universe, and traveled to others, he became something much, much worse.

Mogahn's home universe had a higher quiddity than most others (I here use "quiddity" to mean a metric for how much something exists, how "real" it is), and so when he traveled to a new reality, he found himself more real than anything else therein. Nothing in existence could harm him—in fact, his mere presence laid bare the unreality of that existence, which suddenly found itself defined in the context of Mogahn.

The ground he strode over eroded under his tread; that upon which Mogahn walked, must surely have been Mogahn's feet. The armies that rose to slay him were slain by his hand; that with which Mogahn fought, must surely have been Mogahn’s fists. Metallic, organic, living, dead, starships, stars—all matter, everything that mattered in that universe could only be a thought in Mogahn's head, a part of Mogahn's body. His power was true solipsism, an unholy rendering of all unto one. Mogahn's conceptual mass pressed down on that universe, warping spacetime, folding it in two like a finished book, shut. And in adjacent dimensions, those onlooking the event horizon observed that curvature for the first time, and reckoned with their models of reality.

Those few beings who could pose tangible, realistic resistance to Mogahn the Mass were felled by the Cyber Caliber. When my fellow Time Warriors and I tried to defeat him, we tasted that blade's edge too many times to count, and only our chronowarping abilities allowed most of us to survive—myself being the sole exception, thankfully. I believe you know the rest: that lethal blow was what allowed me to discover my true nature, and thus awakened, able to see Mogahn for the ephemera he was, I called the Cyber Caliber to me. Using the knowledge granted to me by Adaptus, I reforged the blade—because the one thing as real as Mogahn the Mass must surely have been Mogahn’s sword, that with which Mogahn lost. I named it Rhisling.

Mmmmm depends what you mean by this? I’m gonna ramble a bit below this- but if i don’t answer what u were asking, feel free to send a follow up!!!

Sorcerers and their familiars do share a very close bond- even going so far that the familiar’s very lifespan is tethered to their originator’s- but there’s still some space between them.

For instance, a sorcerer can always understand what their familiar is saying to them- even if they’re not using... like... words. If they were only bleating or smth they’d still understand. And a sorcerer can resummon their familiar if they die, so long as they have a part of them left!