#which. yes. love it. i love magic that's fundamentally dangerous even for those who wield it well

[practically-an-x-man]

I find it a little funny how Who Waits Forever Anyway? began as my attempt to write a really cute, lighthearted, lower-stakes fic after all of my other ones were flooded with angst and action

and now it's like my most complicated, creative-on-the-verge-of-batshit-crazy, high-stakes one?

(though if I wanted something cute and easy and harmless I maybe shouldn't have gone with the story that's 90% Egyptian mythology. we all know how I am about mythology)

#i swear every chapter i add some new detail that makes the magic more dangerous than it already is #which. yes. love it. i love magic that's fundamentally dangerous even for those who wield it well #but like. this was supposed to be a sweet little meet-cute romance #my writing #oc katherine johnson #fic is linked in my pinned post #night at the museum #natm

[bluboothalassophile]

Living Magic

An idea I’m toying with, bear with me....

~~~*~*~*~~~

Lucifer stalked through the streets of New Orleans and lightly jogged down the stairs of the bar he was meeting with the Originals, and Winchesters. There were issues, he couldn’t even compound the difficulties of the situation they were in, and with one thousand three hundred and thirteen miles between them and a link while Michael was on the hunt for that particular little witch.

“Where the hell have you been!?” Dean’s voice snapped gruffly.

“Worried that we’ll devour your heart,” Rebekah taunted.

“Enough,” Elijah stated icily as he stood there, Lucifer put a hand in his pocket as he walked forward.

“We’re all here,” Klaus sneered.

“Lot of good that’s doing,” Sam said uneasily, and Lucifer sighed.

“What have you found brother?” Castiel asked him.

“The girl has a bind, which is why her soul is divided,” Lucifer snapped walking to the bar, Jody glared at him.

“And that means what?” Dean snapped.

“It means we’re in a bit of a bind,” Klaus taunted.

“I did not travel three thousand miles to be taunted by some dog,” Dean growled as he grabbed a silver dagger.

“Try it, I’m an Original!” Klaus taunted.

“You keep saying that like it means something!” Sam started.

“ENOUGH!” Lucifer shouted as he took his brandy and turned on the group. “Hunters don’t like monster, the Originals are not monsters, in the biblical sense,” Lucifer dismissed.

“They do the creepy in the dark,” Dean retorted.

“Can we just agree to not antagonize each other,” Elijah sighed in clear exhaustion.

“Agree,” Castiel said.

“What the fuck are we doing here?” Dean and Sam snapped.

“We are here because of the Gem’s incessant insisting that she is human, which creates a problem for all of us, human and supernatural alike,” Rebekah omitted.

“It bypasses those issues love,” Lucifer sighed taking a sip of the brandy, the flavorful burn was heady in nature. “It’s a cosmic issue, given the nature of my granddaughter.”

“So have Chuck snap his fingers and right the issue,” Dean suggested dryly.

Now Lucifer chuckled as he stood up straight. “Chuck couldn’t solve this issue even at the height of all his impressive powers.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Donna demanded.

“Pesky fact here, Chuck had four children sired of Light and Darkness, Himself and Mother. That would be Michael, Myself, Gabriel, and Raphael, the four Archangels, we surpass most in power and do stand on par with our father. Father alone created the other angels, like Castiel, composed entirely of light and his goodiness of goodness to stand as soldiers in his war. They’re powerful, but not on par with myself or my brothers. So, if a Nephilim sired from an Archangel and a human is able to create a different dimension for her own rule and life, as the Queen of Sheba did, what do you think a being like Trigon’s sire can do?” Lucifer said looking at the room. “No guesses? The Gem of Scath is a celestial being, capable of what only four other beings in our existence can do. But also she is bound by Endless laws of Magic and forged to rule over the Dark Multiverse, she is not some trivial demon like Crowley or a Prince of Hell, she is a being capable of so much more than creation and extinction, she is a key to the multiverse, and the precarious balance of the universe, she is a celestial being capable of Light and Dark Magic, something which no one but an Archangel is capable of, not even Chuck can perform the Magic this girl can. She isn’t some trivial trinket for the universe, she’s walking, breathing, living Magic and she is split.”

“You keep saying that,” Elijah said. “But split how? It appears that Rachel is in possession of too much power but rather healthy sane individual.”

“She’s a witch,” Jody shrugged off.

“You said she had a bind,” Cas started in confusion.

“What the hell is a bind?” Dean barked.

“She didn’t,” Elijah said, his attention alert now.

“A bind is a bond between celestial beings and the being of their choosing, it’s a magic bond, which is at the fundamental point of magic, Soul Magic, it isn’t common that a celestial being elects to form the bond, because the Magic is all consuming in nature and unbreakably binding.” Castiel said.

“So?”

“So the bond is only breakable by dual death of the bonded pair and even then death isn’t the final breaking point, some say the pairs are reincarnated, which is for the legends of the red string tying between lovers. Soulmates. Star crossed lovers. It is the bonding of two souls beyond eternity, and these two souls will always be destined to meet in whatever life thy live.”

“What?” Sam and Dean glared balefully at his little brother then.

“Bonds between celestial beings and the being they bond with are not all romantic like yourself and Castiel,” Lucifer chuckled. “There are bonds like myself and Maze’s, or as it appears Raven and this Jason fellow. Bonds are profoundly deep and dangerously binding, it is enough to split a soul, like Raven’s, even when summoned back to life. Half her soul, the half that acknowledges that she is Raven and a demi-demon and the celestial being she is, is not here. It is locked away, focused entirely on this Jason fellow, which is why she is Rachel, witch, not Raven demi-demon.”

“The girl did die though, the entire world watched it, so how is she here?” Elijah asked.

“She’s not an Original, and death is death,” Rebekah said icily.

“Who cares,” Klaus sneered.

“Raven is the product of Trigon, Trigon is the offspring of myself and Death,” Lucifer stated. “A Nephilim is powerful, but you’ve never witnessed true power until you meet the first, and only celestial demon. Trigon’s power is so great not even mother and father could seal him away. I could only manage to seal part of his power, and that was only after he ate the Brujería. Trigon is destruction, death, the end, even the Endless fear his power.”

“And how did a thing like Trigon come to be?” Sam asked dangerously lowly.

“Well, moose, it happens when Chuck bestows the Mark of Cain on an Archangel then casts them aside for creation. Father had no use for us after he had sealed mother in the Empty. My father’s actions of ignoring his family, or discarding my brothers and I to look after and care for the horde of fledglings he had left in our care created me a rather bitter taste towards life and the creation he had. Father’s gift to me, the Mark of Cain, a particularly nasty curse if you ask anyone who has had it, brought out the worst of me, and I made a pact with Death, we sired Trigon to destroy Chuck. After we realized what he had done, and father had sent my brothers to lock me in a cage in Hell Death worked with her brother Destiny to create the Gem of Scath, the only being who would be capable of standing against Trigon.

“The pact with Death was forged because father forgot who had wielded power before his existence and who would wield long after he ceased to be. Father’s attempt to cast Death into the Empty had infuriated her, our affair, our liaison, it was merely a matter of convenience. We both wanted father dead. However, it was only after Death birthed Trigon, and I sealed in Hell that we realized the error of our plan. We forged Raven’s homo-Magi lines from the greatest sorcerers the Earth had to offer, from Shaman, to Witches, to demi-gods, cultivating neither Light nor Dark Magic was the trick, because her lines would have to be pure Magic, and eventually we bound the lines we had been cultivating into one woman, Angela Roth, who suppressed her magic and yet still summoned Trigon and sired Raven. Raven’s soul bond is what split her soul on Blood’s ritual to bring her to life,” Lucifer growled.

“And this soul split is blocking her access to her identity and the universe imbalance?” Sam deduced.

“Yes, and Spectre and Michael’s hunt for her will not cease until she’s dead or in their grasp because until she’s whole again she’ll stand no chance against them,” Elijah deduced.

“Right you are,” Lucifer said bitterly.

“So who’s Jason and where do we find him and how the hell do we get her soul back together?” Dean demanded.

#bluboothalassophile #fanfic #one shot #lucifer morningstar #elijah mikealson #dean winchester #sam winchester #rebekah mikealson #klaus mikealson #raven #castiel #jody mills

[transformingyourlives]

The Agony and Ecstasy of Sex

As a coach, I meet clients with questions about sexuality and the part it plays in their life. I always begin by reminding them that sexuality is part of what makes them human. Sexuality is part of our destiny. What we do with it decides our fate. This article is for them and others with the same sorts of questions.

Face it—sexuality’s basic function from an evolutionary perspective is to guarantee the continuation of the species. But for sure, sex and sexuality goes way beyond the, at times, overpowering instinct to make children. It’s also about the physical, sensual pleasure it brings. Excitement. Enjoyment. Even ecstasy. On top of those fabulous things, the thrill of actually touching and being touched by another person, the growing excitement anticipating the final release, enjoyment of the climactic joy of orgasm, and the effervescent, peaceful afterglow of the exhaustion following orgasm also gives both psychological and spiritual purpose to it all. In its most basic form, sex is a way of reducing our alienation, isolation, and the aloneness we all suffer. It allows for a physical connection at the most fundamental level with another person at their most primitive reality. In that moment of penetrating or being penetrated, sex validates and humanizes our existence. It produces joy, love, affection, and comfort.

In its most basic form,

sex is a way of reducing our

alienation, isolation,

and the aloneness we all suffer.

Here is what sometimes people don’t realize. Ecstasy is not just a physical, but a psychological experience as well. At its best it can, at times, be a spiritual experience. The origin of the word “ecstasy” is ex-stasis. This means the short-term transcendence of time, ego, and our common human reality of being fundamentally separate beings. Have you felt that connection, not just with the other person, but also with your own personal self and your own mortality? At some deep level, it reminds us all of our essential ability to be involuntarily taken over, lost at that moment of orgasm; to be in the hold of passion; to abandon or surrender control. Both love and lust are examples of this kind of possession. It never grows dull, does it?

That very “never growing dull” capacity is one of the most important centering parts of being human. We are, at our cores, passionate creatures, inspired and driven by primitive and irrational forces living just below the surface of the rational lives we imagine ourselves living. These feelings are a great deal stronger than our egos.

Sex (as with romantic love) is a steady reminder of our own irrationality and its power over the hard-earned rationality with which we try and run our lives. It is a constant reminder of our unavoidable physical selves. When left unmanaged, it can be humbling to our spiritual pride, and it can be dangerous.

The concept of “safe sex” is one that always makes me laugh. The term is an oxymoron. Sex, when fully and unequivocally engaged in, is always risky. Possible pregnancy, disease, injury, and even death run hand in hand with sex at the physical level. Falling in love, rejection, obsession, loss of self, fear of death, psychosis, and the wild craziness of ecstasy are all potential side effects of sex. How many of you have had that one passionate, spontaneous sexual experience…that experience that changed the very course of your life, for better or worse? Yep, I thought so—most of you.

And yes, at some really deep level, sexuality is connected with our own mortality, with birth and death. Sexuality fights against death, affirming once again, life. In the end, death defeats sex, but that instinctive sexual energy we all experience will always express itself. Sexual energy, regardless of method, creation of children, artwork, music, caring relationships, or heroic accomplishments, beats out death by surpassing it in the future. Life goes on, children enter the world, your family remembers you, and your friends and lovers keep you in their hearts, what you created in life, lives on long beyond your death.

 At some really deep level,

sexuality is connected with

our own mortality, with birth and death.

 Have you ever substituted sex for love? We all have had that kind of sex that is separated from love and caring. How many of you have felt that moment when sex becomes routine and mechanical? In some spiritual and religious traditions, sex as seen as sinful, evil, or just too carnal. It is often rejected in favor of celibacy. Spoiler Alert: taking a vow not to have sex doesn’t cause sexual instinct to just magically disappear. It just expresses itself in other ways, some positive and creative, and others, not so much. So face it, no matter who you are, your primal sexual energy is more or less always with you, beginning at birth and lingering into old age. Yes, as you might say, it comes and goes at different times in your life, but even in old age the heat of sexuality never completely disappears. It seems that only death ends it.

 Taking a vow not to have

sex doesn’t cause sexual

instinct to just magically disappear.

 Sexual energy is often what motivates us to enter into intimate relationships, sometimes despite the fact that the relationship may be impossible to maintain, and in the end, could be heartbreaking. The thing that lots of people miss is that like with any strong emotion, sexual attraction doesn’t have to be acted upon every time. Married people know this and for some, it is a continuing struggle. It’s also true for single folk that aren’t in a committed relationship. Sexual attraction is terribly complex, psychologically and biologically. Learning to appreciate, listen to, and honor our human sexual instinct leads to discerning who we really are and who we need to be moving forward.

It comes as no surprise that sexuality is very different for women and men. Most men tend to see sex as something they can’t get enough of, and at their core, attempt thoughtlessly to spread their seed as widely as possible. Most women see sex as secondary in importance to intimacy, physical closeness, and commitment. Men can usually separate sex from love, or romance, whereas women are inclined to connect the two. Men tend generally to be less discerning in pursuing sexual satisfaction, while women tend to be a lot more selective and focus generally on one particular sexual partner at a time. For most women, sex is about the relationship first, and pleasure and sexual satisfaction second. In the case of most men, their priorities are just

 Men can usually separate

sex from love, or romance,

whereas women

are inclined to connect the two.

 the opposite. There are exceptions to these tendencies, you say; yes there are, and in some cases, there are total role reversals. But, for the most part, psychologically, the consequence of sexuality is fundamentally different for women and men. This difference is one of the basic sources of friction and misunderstanding between the sexes.

For some people, sex becomes a replacement for real intimacy, used as a way to maintain a distance rather than becoming closer together. At the same time, sex can be used as a way to avoid facing ourselves and the fact that life is finite.

Most people don’t consider the primal energy that fuels sexual interest which gets its energy from the life that is in all of us. It’s always there. That is what makes it possible to use this energy in so many ways, e.g., artistic, altruistic, or spiritual. But this sort of sublimation doesn’t completely substitute or eliminate the sexual instinct itself. If you don’t give it a way to express itself, it shows up in obsessive behavior or other psychiatric problems. As with a drug, sexual activity can be used as an escape from feelings of low self- esteem, loneliness, anxiety, meaninglessness, etc., or it can be used to manipulate or exert power and control. Who doesn’t know someone who hasn’t occasionally wielded sex like a weapon, hurting those around them? When used that way it can become a tool of humiliation for real or imaginary wrongs. Those kinds of cancerous mixtures of sex and anger reach their peak in the deeds of rapists and psychopathic sexual serial killers.

 As with a drug, sexual activity

can be used as an

escape from feelings of

low self- esteem,

loneliness, anxiety, meaninglessness.

 In Western culture, sex may no longer be the biggest taboo, yet it remains a profound force to be reckoned with, particularly when it runs amuck, as in nymphomania, satyriasis, pedophilia, mania, pornography, and sex addiction, or just the garden variety marital infidelity. When the absence of sex in someone's life becomes the source of frustration, anxiety, or anger, you are forced to deal with its capacity to take possession of your personality and drive you to destructive behaviors.

Like weeds pushing through the smallest of cracks in the road, sexual energy will leak out in some form when persistently denied a healthy outlet. It takes all manner of forms, many suitable only for discussions with psychiatric personnel. In some cases though, dissociated sexuality takes the form of susceptibility to dangerous cults that use sexuality to exert power and control over their members. Creepy, huh.

Humans are, for better or worse, congenital lovers, natural sensation chasers, limitless sources of love, and essentially sexual beings. Sexuality is part of our destiny. What we do with it decides our fate. The supernatural power of sex to inspire and drive us to seek fulfillment can’t be underestimated in our modern world. Sexual power can be either creative, and procreative, or destructive to oneself as well as others. It is, by definition, irrational, irrepressible, and unrelenting.

As a key component of the spiritual forces involved, sex and love demand expression. What we do (or don't do) with this sexual energy decides for us who and what we become, what kind of relationships we create, and how we express ourselves in the world. And, of course, collectively, whether we as a species survive.

 If you have questions regarding aspects of sexuality, seek out the services of a life coach as we are trained to help with relationship issues.

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Frank Hopkins is a life coach in Baton Rouge who is certified as a Professional Coach (CPC) by the Institute for Professional Excellence in Coaching (iPEC). Frank has helped numerous people to go through emotional change in a way that is positively transformative. You can see Frank's other website, www.frankhopkinlifecoach.com on line as well.