"Revere the gods, and look after each other. Life is short - the fruit of this life is a good character and acts for the common good.”
Marcus Aurelius, Meditations, 6.30
Marcus Aurelius, Meditations, 6.30
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"The difference between a partner who wants to see you thrive and one who wants to diminish your soul is astronomical. Stay around those who make you better."
@TheMndofaGemini
@TheMndofaGemini
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It matters not what you do; others will always have something to say. Keep going anyway.
Forwarded from Dyon's Den
“Nothing in this world can take the place of persistence. Talent will not; nothing is more common than unsuccessful men with talent. Genius will not; unrewarded genius is almost a proverb. Education will not; the world is full of educated derelicts. Persistence and determination alone are omnipotent. The slogan ‘Press On!’ has solved and always will solve the problems of the human race.”
Calvin Coolidge
Calvin Coolidge
Forwarded from ℑ𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔢 𝔄𝔯𝔱
“I am the forest, I am ancient. I treasure the stag, I treasure the deer. I shelter you from storm, I shelter you from snow. I resist the frost, I keep the source. I nurse the earth, I am always there. I build your house, I kindle your hearth. Therefore, you people, hold me dear.”
— Innoscription found in a 17th century forester’s house in Lower Saxony, Germany
— Innoscription found in a 17th century forester’s house in Lower Saxony, Germany
Forwarded from ᛉ Sagnamaðr Stark ᛉ
Stone labyrinths in Iceland, Finland, Russia and the Isles of Scilly.
From the Middle Ages to the 18-19th Century, fishermen in Scandinavia, the British Isles, and around the Baltic Sea would build these labyrinths at their fishing camps as they waited for favourable winds. Fishermen would walk them for good luck at sea, and hunters and farmers would walk them to avoid unwanted encounters with predators.
From the Middle Ages to the 18-19th Century, fishermen in Scandinavia, the British Isles, and around the Baltic Sea would build these labyrinths at their fishing camps as they waited for favourable winds. Fishermen would walk them for good luck at sea, and hunters and farmers would walk them to avoid unwanted encounters with predators.
Forwarded from Fortress of Avalon (𝔖𝔦𝔥𝔱𝔯𝔦𝔠 🏴)
THE DAGDA:
The Dagda or "The Good God" is a Prominent God of the Celts, especially in Ireland & the Highlands of Scotland. While he may be Infinitely Wise, The Dagda did NOT look like a Wizard or a Druid, but was described as more Brutish, Bigger and with Muscle — Similar to what we know as the Modern "Strongman".
His Clothes rarely Fit right and at times he was described as having a Cock so long, it dragged on the ground. It is unknown if this is symbolic of abundance which The Dagda was said to bring or if it was "Christian" mockery.
The Dagda possessed Several Magical Items, including a Club that could kill 9 Men with one Swing and Give Life to the Slain with a single touch of the other end, as well as a Cauldron that was always full of Food; which due to his incredible appetite, was incredibly useful!
The Dagda was one of the many Kings of the Gods but he is easily most well known, as his most famous consort is the Morrigan who he makes love to on Samhain, bringing Life into the Land.
@CelticPagans
The Dagda or "The Good God" is a Prominent God of the Celts, especially in Ireland & the Highlands of Scotland. While he may be Infinitely Wise, The Dagda did NOT look like a Wizard or a Druid, but was described as more Brutish, Bigger and with Muscle — Similar to what we know as the Modern "Strongman".
His Clothes rarely Fit right and at times he was described as having a Cock so long, it dragged on the ground. It is unknown if this is symbolic of abundance which The Dagda was said to bring or if it was "Christian" mockery.
The Dagda possessed Several Magical Items, including a Club that could kill 9 Men with one Swing and Give Life to the Slain with a single touch of the other end, as well as a Cauldron that was always full of Food; which due to his incredible appetite, was incredibly useful!
The Dagda was one of the many Kings of the Gods but he is easily most well known, as his most famous consort is the Morrigan who he makes love to on Samhain, bringing Life into the Land.
@CelticPagans
Forwarded from Fortress of Avalon (𝔖𝔦𝔥𝔱𝔯𝔦𝔠 🏴)
AENGUS THE YOUNG:
Aengus Og is a Celtic Love God. He represents the Fiery, Lustful Love that Young Men feel, that Mad, Overwhelming Love that spurs Young Men to Insane, Brash & Obnoxious Acts such as jumping off of Buildings or other Death Defying stunts just to see their the Love of their Lives Smile.
In Irish-Celtic Myth, he was born in a Single Day, via the Power of The Dagda and Boann, while in Scottish-Celtic Myth; he is the King of Summer and Son of Beira, Matriarch of the Scottish Gods — His Madness, due to his Youthful Love, often results in his Death, which in turn he is reborn within Eggs, Sunbeams or the Sighing of the Wind.
Aengus is described as Incredibly Beautiful; an Eternally Youthful Young Man, embodying all the elements of Youthful Love; The Joys and Madness, The Heartbreak and Sorrow, The Perseverance and ecstatic Glee — The Happy Moments and the Tragic Ends.
@CelticPagans
Aengus Og is a Celtic Love God. He represents the Fiery, Lustful Love that Young Men feel, that Mad, Overwhelming Love that spurs Young Men to Insane, Brash & Obnoxious Acts such as jumping off of Buildings or other Death Defying stunts just to see their the Love of their Lives Smile.
In Irish-Celtic Myth, he was born in a Single Day, via the Power of The Dagda and Boann, while in Scottish-Celtic Myth; he is the King of Summer and Son of Beira, Matriarch of the Scottish Gods — His Madness, due to his Youthful Love, often results in his Death, which in turn he is reborn within Eggs, Sunbeams or the Sighing of the Wind.
Aengus is described as Incredibly Beautiful; an Eternally Youthful Young Man, embodying all the elements of Youthful Love; The Joys and Madness, The Heartbreak and Sorrow, The Perseverance and ecstatic Glee — The Happy Moments and the Tragic Ends.
@CelticPagans
Forwarded from Family Matters (Petite Fille Esclave De Dieu 𓇬)
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Consent and children ❤️
Forwarded from Sensible Catholicism
The family should wield its influence and give a good example as a unit, particularly within its parish. This will be possible only if all the members have practiced the humbler virtues within the sanctuary of the home.
- Fr. Lovasik, The Catholic Family Handbook
- Fr. Lovasik, The Catholic Family Handbook
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Uriel
By Ralph Waldo Emerson 1803-1882
It fell in the ancient periods
Which the brooding soul surveys,
Or ever the wild Time coined itself
Into calendar months and days.
This was the lapse of Uriel,
Which in Paradise befell.
Once, among the Pleiads walking,
Seyd overheard the young gods talking;
And the treason, too long pent,
To his ears was evident.
The young deities discussed
Laws of form, and meter just,
Orb, quintessence, and sunbeams,
What subsisteth, and what seems.
One, with low tones that decide,
And doubt and reverend use defied,
With a look that solved the sphere,
And stirred the devils everywhere,
Gave his sentiment divine
Against the being of a line.
"Line in nature is not found;
Unit and universe are round;
In vain produced, all rays return;
Evil will bless, and ice will burn."
As Uriel spoke with piercing eye,
A shudder ran around the sky;
The stern old war-gods shook their heads,
The seraphs frowned from myrtle-beds;
Seemed to the holy festival
The rash word boded ill to all;
The balance-beam of Fate was bent;
The bounds of good and ill were rent;
Strong Hades could not keep his own,
But all slid to confusion.
A sad self-knowledge, withering, fell
On the beauty of Uriel;
In heaven once eminent, the god
Withdrew, that hour, into his cloud;
Whether doomed to long gyration
In the sea of generation,
Or by knowledge grown too bright
To hit the nerve of feebler sight.
Straightway, a forgetting wind
Stole over the celestial kind,
And their lips the secret kept,
If in ashes the fire-seed slept.
But now and then, truth-speaking things
Shamed the angels' veiling wings;
And, shrilling from the solar course,
Or from fruit of chemic force,
Procession of a soul in matter,
Or the speeding change of water,
Or out of the good of evil born,
Came Uriel's voice of cherub scorn,
And a blush tinged the upper sky,
And the gods shook, they knew not why.
By Ralph Waldo Emerson 1803-1882
It fell in the ancient periods
Which the brooding soul surveys,
Or ever the wild Time coined itself
Into calendar months and days.
This was the lapse of Uriel,
Which in Paradise befell.
Once, among the Pleiads walking,
Seyd overheard the young gods talking;
And the treason, too long pent,
To his ears was evident.
The young deities discussed
Laws of form, and meter just,
Orb, quintessence, and sunbeams,
What subsisteth, and what seems.
One, with low tones that decide,
And doubt and reverend use defied,
With a look that solved the sphere,
And stirred the devils everywhere,
Gave his sentiment divine
Against the being of a line.
"Line in nature is not found;
Unit and universe are round;
In vain produced, all rays return;
Evil will bless, and ice will burn."
As Uriel spoke with piercing eye,
A shudder ran around the sky;
The stern old war-gods shook their heads,
The seraphs frowned from myrtle-beds;
Seemed to the holy festival
The rash word boded ill to all;
The balance-beam of Fate was bent;
The bounds of good and ill were rent;
Strong Hades could not keep his own,
But all slid to confusion.
A sad self-knowledge, withering, fell
On the beauty of Uriel;
In heaven once eminent, the god
Withdrew, that hour, into his cloud;
Whether doomed to long gyration
In the sea of generation,
Or by knowledge grown too bright
To hit the nerve of feebler sight.
Straightway, a forgetting wind
Stole over the celestial kind,
And their lips the secret kept,
If in ashes the fire-seed slept.
But now and then, truth-speaking things
Shamed the angels' veiling wings;
And, shrilling from the solar course,
Or from fruit of chemic force,
Procession of a soul in matter,
Or the speeding change of water,
Or out of the good of evil born,
Came Uriel's voice of cherub scorn,
And a blush tinged the upper sky,
And the gods shook, they knew not why.
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