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aiwalls · 8 months

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Divine Whispers: Lord Shiva and Maa Parvati Romantic Wallpaper

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iirationall · 2 years

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most of the recent art ive made in the process of participating in a funk jam :]

#friday night funkin #divine duality #sleepysketches #mod is unreleased as of now but i’ll probs post it here once its done

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garden-the-goblin · 2 months

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Big fan of the reoccurring motif in fiction where god is just a little girl. Like I adore how writers came to the unanimous agreement that the most terrifying thing you could be is a little girl left to her own devices. That's good shit.

#Why is girlhood so holy?#did someone watch us at five years old and realise “that one serves no god; she must be the divine creator”?#did they watch us play dolls and collect bugs and realise our duality was sacred?#or does it stem from the thing about how the scariest thing a woman can do is eat alone?#Also religious trauma goes brrr #writers #writers on tumblr #creative writing #on writing #writing prompts

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summertimemusician · 8 months

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Linktober Day 9

Deity

*sneezes after downing coffee* Well irl stuff got in the way so I'm way behind my original schedule for these and for Linktober but here we go with another arguably short one, fuelled purely by self indulgence, headcanons, spite against my linguist essays that kept me from keeping to schedule, severe sleep deprivation, a shout out to the Ender Lilies soundtrack and Majora's Mask soundtrack, and Nintendo for not clarifying anything about the lore so I'm snatching what I can and making it my own lol. Look, when you fíxate so much on details the Zelda team doesn't elaborate on you have to fill in the gaps with what you can.

As always can be read as romantic or platonic, technically in a LU context but not explicitly in it by itself.

The Lord of the Mountain liked hearing people sing.

In a way, it wasn’t a surprise, Hylia and the Golden Three each had their ballads and symphonies and minuets, each splendid and with cuts of their divinity in it, Farore was fond of lightning and forest alive minuets, and you could swear Farosh sparked just a bit brighter when one would him the beginnings of the Minuet of the Forest near their spring, Din was fond of boleros, fiery and alive and howling with the echo of flame touching earth that made a shine run through Dinraal’s scales, Nayru, in contrast, was much fonder of blizzard and river quiet serenades, the songs of contemplation at first snow ringing clear when Naydra curled around it’s spring, content to be free of Malice.

And of course Hylia had her ballads and lullabies, perfectly fitting to her display of divinity, of honey days and vast bird like wings, of ambered summers to come and to pass and dazzling solar storms of starlight and sunlight sparking through the human form of her descendants and heroes. So in a way, you weren’t surprised at all that the Lord of the Mountain – Satori, with a familiar touch of londsleite divinity, the hunt of the woodland beasts and diamondscar adoration for the Hero of the Wilds, similar in glory to the Light Spirits petrichor and vermeil fondness for the Hero of the Twilight – liked to listen to people sing. What you were surprised was how it attempted to follow along, it’s head across your lap the second you sat down in the clearing, a gentle hum on back of it’s throat, an owl’s cry and a cicada’s humming and faintly, chirring purring as presses it’s faces into your hands, a gentle request for petting.

It was adorable, even with the faint notes of the chill of clear spring water on winter and the livewire feeling of magic, like holding your hand too close to a flame but not quite touching it.

A low chuckle brushes against the back of your mind, a feeling like biting on ice, the prowl of a wild beast and the build up of lightning and light used to create his blade, the amused affection of a warrior reconvening with their brother in arms, you think you see the bone ivory of the Deity’s hair on the side of your vision, though you know he’s not physically there, ‘He likes you.’

You hum, gently patting behind it’s ears, pushing through the chill, gracefully not mentioning the burning with a smile at the mythic being’s faint chirring, birdsong and the wind through cherry blossoms that sparkle like rose quartz, “Well I quite like him too, I can see where it’s gentleness comes from.”

The ghost of a touch over your hair, the caress of lightning striking over your skin and the hair on the back of your neck pricking up and the crisp cold of winter, the chill of the ending and the flame of a new dawn, of new days, the phantom of magnolias and spring water on your tongue. The fragrance of pine, daffodils and blood soaked lilies on ashen fields on your senses, gentle and careful, marking but not claiming, ‘Only because it’s you, beloved. It’s not something easily given.’

You sigh, shakily composing yourself, you let yourself relax into the phantom sensation. Of hopes and dreams and healed suffering, of the divinity of hunt turned into protection and lightning given form, of tangled timelines and crystalized memories, “I know. It does not change my opinion, either way.”

To be the subject of a god’s care and regard was dangerous, after all. For the human and the deity in question, you know the stories from your world well, of the effects of Hylia on First and Sky, of Twilight and the personification of the Twilight Realm and the spirits of his land, of Wild and clawing from death’s embrace into that of the wilderness.

Knew how the fact the Fierce Deity’s mere proximity causing pain on those who changed him into hunting for hunt’s sake into protection for the sake of someone else cut deeper than even the ever encroaching entropy all beings must one day face. It was no wonder the Song of Healing was his creation, to want to ease the burden.

You gladly grant him some peace, in turn, even if it wasn’t much. It’s the least you can do, for always having his ways of watching over your heroes.

“Join me? We can make a duet.”

You feel more than see him shift, ephemeral, fleeting, gentle against the edges of your existence, as foreign to Hyrule as your own, sparking over your spine as you feel ozone and rust on your teeth. Satori is humming again to match the rumble of thunder in the man’s voice, the heralding of songs of war and elegies for the dead, ‘Of course, though I’m afraid I do not know many songs, besides…’

“It’s alright,”, you smile faintly, there’s a white ocarina in his hands, as he leans, a spectre against your side, “I’ll teach you some of my own, though you’ll have to forgive me if I don’t remember all the lyrics.”

‘It would be my honor to learn.’

You think he smiles, from the fluttering of something ancient and long forgotten against your side.

You sing to Satori and the Chain, a small respite of familiar and forgotten tunes, the Lord of the Mountain hums along. The Fierce Deity’s song cutting through any nightmares that may ail your heroes for another night.

When the dawn of a new day comes, the feeling of divinity against your skin feels just a bit more obvious, sinking into every crack of your being like a shroud, falling over your boys like a veil, reflecting the breath of eternity over Hyrule.

(First gives you a look that’s half exasperation, half understanding. Sky pointedly sticks to your side as Time looks you over, markings deep with vibrant color. You shrug with a helpless smile as you feel the lightest brushes of Hylia’s fond days of gold and starlit summers days against the Lord of the Mountains warm, luminous affection and the Fierce Deity’s smug, but content lonsdaleite smile.)

#linked universe x reader #fierce deity x reader #is this after Majora?#Is Fierce Deity really there or just manifesting due to being fond of Reader and living in their head rent free?#Is Hylia jealous because she couldn't stake a claim first?#Did he create Satori in this?#That's for future Summer to know and y'all to find out lol. Though this does reference the theory he's the one who sealed Majora #The divinity of Hyrule changes people the closer they are to it #Fierce Deity is both a warrior/demon god and the hopes and dreams of the people of Termina and that duality is fascinating in this essay-#Really I believe that Fierce Deity doesn't mean to harm his users or people who aren't enemies #But the Eldritch Vibes ™ are so much even when he's toning it down it's a slippery slope #Good thing Reader is a divinity magnet just from proximity to the Chain and can put it aside #Plus Time putting on the mask as either Sprite/Mask change the FD as much as he changed him and same for First and Hylia #summer writes linktober 2023 #summer writes #maybe I'll add more tags or elaborate later idk I need a nap and to work on the other prompts

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soldier-poet-king · 1 month

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Extremely petty of me but I hate that the cycles of the moon as imagery have been co-opted by witchy feminine divine types and whatever because like when *I* put cycles of the moon stickers on things I need ppl to know it's actually for thara celehar and his devotion to ulis in the face of divine silence. And also just bc thara celehar queer person of faith with chronic depression who is so so good hearted.

#the duality of fran #im so normal abt him!!!#my interest in moon cycles is not new age but it IS religious #yknow. silence and cycles of the divine y'know. til we have faces #see also. i love the sun as a symbol #i want a sun and moon celestial tattoo bc it means so much to me.#BUT NOT FOR BASIC PINTEREST WHITE GIRL REASONS #ughhhhhhhhh

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aquamariinaa · 1 year

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ivaspinoza · 3 months

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the dualitiy that exploded in the beginning

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neptunes-sol-angel · 1 year

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"You believe you are unworthy, but I know you are so much more. Sometimes the world doesn't need a white knight, sometimes it needs something darker, so you have two choices: you could either become the destroyer of this world, or you could be its savior." - Dr. Fate (Black Adam 2022)

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Pile One👤

The backbone of your shadow relates to manipulation and the desperation to be known and seen, even if it means being acknowledged for notorious deeds. You're savvy when it comes to being charismatic and having your way with others, as well as getting on another person's good side. You have this cheeekiness about you that's both your strength and your downfall, it's charming and useful for networking but is also a gateway for making enemies that don't find your wittiness to be amusing or convincing. You could see another person's trust as something that you should take, from finding their weaknesses and exploiting them through soft lies or willingly dousing the person with what it is that they seek, even if it's you, in particular, because I'm seeing a lot of puppetry/pinnochio themes, you could be the type to be a couple of steps ahead of people that want to manipulate you by allowing them to think that they have power over you, but it ends up being you with most of the control in the situation. On the other side of your shadow, is acceptance that everyone will not like you and it's not your responsibility to win over their approval and letting go of thinking that everything needs force. Coexisting with your shadow, is understanding that recognition is yours by not overcompensating and and overexposing yourself to multiple people and causes. Allowing things about yourself and your life to remain a taboo, is what makes you harmonize with your shadow side while still being able to shine. Why the world needs this, is because you teach others that lust or desire for something that someone has, isn't a valid admission or reason to give away your trust. I feel like this has a lot to do with independence, and valuing self-importance, with not just the people that learn from you, but also yourself. You could be likely to come across someone who's prone to reconciling with another person out of longing or to acquire something about them that they feel that they don't have within themselves (confidence, love, strength, etc), feeling that they need to look or be a certain way to be attractive (maybe even cling to something that they consider an enhancement that they need), or any other situation that relates to seeking power that they feel that they don't have. Your shadow mostly teaches others to find their own strengths so that they don't feel like power is something that they need to consume or force out of a person through manipulation, but I also get that the benefit of being around your shadow relates to beauty as well—it enlightens a person to know that feeling inadequate about their looks doesn't mean to do more, there's a physical appeal in what they keep as a mystery or the unparalleled allure that comes from remaining unfiltered.

Pile Two👤

I'm getting that the people who are drawn to this pile are highly in tune and developed with what the traits of their shadow side are, you guys could be rebels and skeptics instead of blindly conforming to anything, but besides having your own thoughts and beliefs, there could be something different about you that you can't exactly pinpoint on why you don't feel like you can relate to anyone in this world or what makes people likely to alienate you in some way, I feel like at some point in your life, you thought that mimicking your surroundings instead of expressing the authentic parts about yourself would make you feel more included or at home, but it never really changed anything in regards to how people treat you besides making you feel even more alone inside. This could be something that you struggled with before growing more confident with yourself, but your message about your shadow, is that the only thing about it that's holding you back, is the way that you choose to go about accepting it. Your message reminds me of the movie Megamind. Don't allow your loneliness or another person's poor reaction to you, interpret your differences as a weapon. Being unique or misunderstood shouldn't conclude you as someone who's an enemy to the world or someone to be feared. Furthermore, just because you're different, doesn't mean that you don't have anything useful to contribute to the world. Change is the only constant, and what's more useful to change than something new and what isn't common? Accepting yourself doesn't mean reducing yourself to what other people call you, nor does it reflect on how much you appear to not care on the outside. It takes grit to walk freely without anyone's validation, but don't let the hardness from your surroundings, harden you inside, or make you believe that just because the world isn't showing you care for your feelings, that you aren't deserving to express and receive sensitivity. Why the world needs your shadow side, is because that there's a truth that needs to be exposed within humanity—there isn't anything normal about it. You help others take a step closer to loving and appreciating who they are by helping them let go of trying to get others to normalize the things that aren't, and to instead, just normalize their selves. Co-existing doesn't come from fighting all of the time, or trying to get people to agree with you, co-existing starts with just being.

Pile Three👤

(specifically 1:36)

What I'm picking up about your shadow side, is that it relates to possessiveness and smothering. You guys could be very powerful visionaries because of how much they're derived from pent up emotions that you could have been taught to keep in or a lot to do with love that wasn't reciprocated, the ace of cups isn't in your spread, but I'm just getting this image of this huge cup being overfilled your feelings and dreams. When I think of the people in the pile, I think of Georgia from the show 'Ginny and Georgia' on Netflix. You guys have a huge heart, and you mean well, but how you direct and show your love can be depicted with the worst parts of your shadow, it doesn't mean that you're a bad person at all, this is just about not particularly making the best choices when you react emotionally. What makes your shadow side combust, is not having any boundaries with the real world and what you envision for yourself, in a way that makes you inconsiderate, but also prone to heartbreak, like you could treat others as if this is just your world and they're the props. This could also look like not having boundaries with others or trying absorb another person's space. I keep picking up these specific scenarios, or should I say messages? To be careful with assuming that your love language should be something that another person should accept. I'm seeing someone growing up to be a parent, who loves their child to pieces, but shows it in a way that's self absorbed and suffocates the child in the end by wanting to give them a life that you didn't have but you don't realize that you're restricting them from their growth or identity. I'm also seeing someone having a specific dream about their life that they want for themselves, but are wanting specific people to fill in roles without realizing that everyone has free will and it's their right to have it. These themes are about making other people your happiness and in some way, robbing them of their right to make decisions in however way that this applies to your life, this isn't at all to say that this makes you bad, to make you aware. Similarly to pile one, your shadow side is needed for both the world and yourself, your message is also like life and death. You could have had a lot of endings, and are having trouble letting people or things go because of fear over it possibly being literal, as if your life ends if you can't have this specific person or achieve these specific goals, or that the only way to continue on is by living through another person, but it's not true. I feel that the cup I was thinking about earlier is actually supposed to symbolize the fountain of youth, you are the source for what makes your life lively, it isn't to be measured by the things that don't work out, create more dreams, goals, interests, but most importantly, see the next day as a reason not to attach to whoever or whatever isn't meeting you half way.

#Spotify #divination #intuitive #psychic #pick a card #tarot #oracle #spirituality #pac #pick a card reading #tarotblr #tarot community #the tarot community #free readings #free reading #shadow #duality #shadow side #shadow traits

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im-an-anthusiast · 25 days

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The God of Gold and Iron and Rust

Children sing for the God of Gold

The hero does as he was told

Does exactly what the world needs

No children to sing of his deeds

Forks jingle for the God of Gold

Kings laugh through mouthfuls they can’t hold

Food spills from between lips too full

Greasy chins, wiped with lavish wool

A gilding, gleaming, shining Gold

Written in it – stories of old

Plaques of statues, poems still sung

Of stars – or those, who killed the young

Men pray to the God of Iron

Doing as told, by a scion

Liquid iron dripping off blade

The source of it – is now unmade

Bars clang for the God of Iron

Men sob through mouthfuls of iron

Gnawing at restraints, spitting up blood

Leashed tight and grovelling in mud

A constraining, sharpened Iron

Caging a trick, circus lion

Both flowing crimson and sharp grey

Both laceration and the spray

Children cry for the God of Rust

As the hero does what he must

One future dies for the other

Many end, to birth another

Chains jangle for the God of Rust

Corpses sing through mouthfuls of dust

Refrains in tongues long forgotten

Odes tear from jaws, stale and rotten

A starving, all-consuming Rust

Feasting on dreams that didn’t last

Stagnancy spreads through the red rot

Eating away at what one’s not

The God of the Undeserving

For Him they cry, they pray, they sing

For Her they gild, they kill, they rot

To Them, they are Deserving not

The God of the Undeserving

The God of all – child, man, or king

The God of all – die, reign, or serve

The God of none – for none Deserve

The God of the Undeserving

Has but one truly believing

It is them who accept love’s feeling

Despite knowing – they are Undeserving

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shinymoonbird · 5 months

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How many are there who have been ruined like me for thinking this Hill to be the Supreme? O men, disgusted with this life of intense misery, ye seek a means of giving up the body; there is on earth a rare drug which, without actually killing him, will annihilate anyone who so much as thinks of it. Know that it is none other than this Arunachala.

— Bhagavan Sri Ramana Maharshi - “Sri Arunachala Padikam” - "Eleven Verses To Sri Arunachala", Verse 11

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~ Image: ARUNACHALA

My first watercolor, inspired by a photograph of Bernd Kalidas Flory

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#bhagavan sri ramana maharshi #arunachala #Arunachala Padikam #AP v.11 #devotion #bhakti #non-duality #self-surrender #divine grace

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phoenix----rising · 10 months

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𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑠𝑡: 𝑢𝑛𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑛

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seagullfeather · 9 months

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Me in Greece: i am free. I am swimming in the sea's embrace and my hair is free and wavy and beautiful and natural as it should be. I wear the clothes that represent me and my body is mine with all its flaws, that's what makes me unique and beautiful. The poets would adore me both today and in ancient Greece. 17 is the most aesthetic age of girlhood ever. The coast looked the same 2000 years ago. People gazed at the same sea and watched the sunset excatly where i did. I can live slowly and let my divine femininity unfold. I am not afraid of the love my soul holds. My heart is light because life is only a moment but it is entirely mine. My existence is art.

Me at home: im literally adam sandler if he loved black metal and had some more religious visions tbh

#the duality of queerness #and my life #genderqueer #girlhood #love #sea #greece #self love #nature #personal #feelings #adam sandler #travel #femininity #divine feminine #love poems to the sea

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soldier-poet-king · 6 months

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I regret to inform u. We have once again returned to thara celehar

#thara celehar #WE ALWAYS END UP BACK HERE. DONT WE.#im.hm. hm. hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm #the duality of fran #guy of all time in understanding of sorrow and grief and divine silence snd tensions of faith and queerness and loneliness and duty #and also just straight up having depression

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urloveangel · 6 months

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an uncomfortable lesson my internal people pleaser has been shifting through lately is that the more power and influence you have, the more “haters” you’ll come across what actually doesn’t happen to take your energy away but to show you the power of alchemy and your own gifts ✨

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ivaspinoza · 2 months

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The divine gaze

They might blame you for it all, but I don't. Such a heavy burden, to be the scapegoat of the world. Blamed for all the bad results, forgotten by all the good deeds. I don't forget I'm standing in a sidewalk made of stones you laid down, one by one. I don't forget the death, the exposure, the sweat, the corruption forced upon, the crazy system flaws that held you down, the second death, the threats, the burden of the decisions that would cost everything. I don't forget the flesh, the ribcage, your spine, the back that carried me, the arms that held my chaos, my long nights, my disarranged insides. I don't forget your solid figure, where my waters can spread and play, your commitment to the truth, penetrating every layer and sentence like a holy sword made of pure silver. I don't forget how you articulate words, making a writer's mind go silent. I can finally rest in your containment. I can rest and spread wings because you taught me how to speak about those things I used to pretend didn't exist. You put me in check, and I grow. Of course I don't forget... How your eyes sparkle when I ask, and you want me to be bold enough to ask for the whole world, so you can hunt the mountains down. I don't forget, for one single night, the warmth of your chest, always ready for me to hide inside, crawling through the valves of your big heart, swimming in your veins, drowning in your breath, feeling alive. I don't forget your sweet eyes, your violent kindness that doesn't accept the evil in disguise, in the corner of a fake smile, full of poison. Your sharp mind, always working. Your strength, your scars, your way of sitting down, and making the whole world sit down, too. Everything goes quiet. Suddenly, I was safe on the couch, and time didn't matter. Suddenly, surrender was the obvious response of my ancient spirit, of my sacred void, and I now long to belong as we turn into one, sitting in divine silence.

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mise-n-abyme · 2 years

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"And then I saw all which came from afar, past the edges of Polaris, furthest of Sirius; beyond the brightest of star. burrowed at the hand of Anubis lies it's final call, the last message for humanity of what the ancients have saw. When the light of day meets a crimson dawn; above the clouds those most patient lay their hearts upon, the year of the Fawn, a nectar of innocence; the beginning again of existence—the offspring of Faun, and the call of the centuries through each and every Eon.

What is the one thing words have yet to speak on? What is left when the ego within ourself is gone? What occurs when the light above peaks through the valleys below of Aamon, where down is up; where illusion is depth, love is limerance, and the seasons bear no fruit; none devoid of time, nor temperance and the waters seep bile and we are left to roam our longest mile? Where within you can you find strength, to grow and shape through innocuous length? Where we may cast upon our soulular wraith? Where shall we go, to let blooming rains pour onto what needs to heal; to congeal faded overtones across rhythms to reveal? Bear no mind onto what may be deemed real and there you shall see the path alight upon the journey by what you can feel."

~Mise-n-abyme

|Artwork: 'Fountain Of Life' from the book: 'Cabala, Mirror of Art And Nature' — Stephan Michelspacher, 1667

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