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There Is An Angel Who Sits Upon My Shoulder Who Goes By The Name Of Death
Preface: For the last day of mental health month, I wanted to share something I wrote that deals with some rather dark struggles. Struggles that I know others face as well. Struggles that I hope might be eased for just one person who reads this, even if only in the smallest way.
There is an angel who sits upon my shoulder who goes by the name of Death, And though I cannot always see him, upon my neck I can always feel his breath As he whispers to me relentlessly, deftly using my soul’s own Shibboleth.
He is my phantasmagorical companion from which there has thus far been no escape, One who has no single voice nor form yet is somehow always horrific in his shape When my mind’s eye sees him lying in the darkest shadows of my brain's path-illogical landscape.
For while it may be hidden, we are locked in eternal battle, one to which we both are bound, And though the clashes rage on deep within, the fighting furious and yet without a sound, The hardest part is not the fighting, it is the feeling that there will never be any respite to be found.
This war is one without casualties but still with victims–its battles waged within the mind– But even having entreated aid from all my demons with any values I could trade in kind, I have yet to even dream of any type of peace accords to which we would both agree to bind.
But what I have paid in pain to learn in this seemingly Sisyphean struggle is that one cannot sit idly by, That every new assault of his is but an opportunity for me to learn new tactics that I can in future then apply. Thus I have vowed: Whatever new mental munitions he has in store for me, nor what deadly schemes I must yet defy– Though I know, like you, I too will one day meet my end, it shall be he who will be the first to die.
-- @thoughtsfromb4
Art isn't in the tools, material, equipment you use. It's in the way you see the world.
— Rick Rubin
thinking about anastasia trusova paintings again
"Alchemy of Immortality: Unveiling Honore De Balzac's 'The Elixir of Life'"
"The Elixir of Life" by Honore De Balzac, elegantly translated by Clara Bell and James Waring, is a literary elixir that transcends the boundaries of time, weaving together elements of mystery, alchemy, and human desire. This enigmatic work, originally part of Balzac's magnum opus "The Human Comedy," delves into the quest for immortality, blending the ethereal with the tangible in a narrative that both captivates and challenges the reader's perception of life and death. The title itself acts as a beckoning potion, inviting readers to partake in Balzac's exploration of the mystical elixir that promises to unlock the secrets of eternal life.
Set against the backdrop of 19th-century France, "The Elixir of Life" follows the protagonist, Don Juan de Manara, as he embarks on a quest for the legendary elixir that promises to confer immortality. The title encapsulates the allure of this mythical substance, resonating with the age-old human desire to conquer mortality. Balzac, through his vivid prose and masterful storytelling, weaves a tapestry that intertwines the mystical and the mundane, challenging readers to ponder the boundaries between reality and the supernatural.
As Don Juan delves into the world of alchemy and esoteric knowledge, the title becomes a metaphor for the elusiveness of the human pursuit of eternal life. Balzac navigates the realms of science, philosophy, and the occult, crafting a narrative that dances on the fringes of possibility and imagination. The title, "The Elixir of Life," becomes a key to unlocking the symbolic layers within the text, inviting readers to decipher the allegorical significance of the elixir as a metaphor for the elusive nature of true fulfillment and meaning in life.
Balzac's exploration of immortality is not confined to the literal quest for a magical potion; it extends into the psychological and emotional realms. The title serves as a guide through the labyrinth of human desires and ambitions, prompting readers to reflect on the nature of their own pursuits and the lengths to which individuals may go in search of fulfillment and transcendence. Balzac, with his keen insight into the human condition, unveils the complexity of the human psyche, making the title a portal into the depths of existential contemplation.
"The Elixir of Life" also delves into the theme of sacrifice and the moral implications of the quest for immortality. The title resonates with the alchemical symbolism of transformation and metamorphosis, suggesting that the pursuit of eternal life requires a profound alteration of one's being. Balzac challenges readers to question the ethical considerations of such a pursuit and to ponder the consequences of tampering with the natural order. The title becomes a moral compass, guiding readers through the ethical dilemmas woven into the fabric of the narrative.
In conclusion, "The Elixir of Life" by Honore De Balzac, translated by Clara Bell and James Waring, is a literary alchemy that invites readers to partake in the quest for immortality, both literal and metaphorical. The title, with its alluring promise of an elixir, encapsulates the essence of Balzac's exploration of the human desire for transcendence and fulfillment. Through rich symbolism, philosophical depth, and intricate storytelling, Balzac invites readers to sip from the chalice of his narrative elixir, challenging them to reflect on the mysteries of life, death, and the eternal quest for meaning.
"The Elixir of Life" by Honore De Balzac is available in Amazon in paperback 12.99$ and hardcover 17.99$ editions.
Number of pages: 76
Language: English
Rating: 9/10
Link of the book!
Review By: King's Cat
Campaign Starter: Tales from the Bonecart
Whether it's due to superstition or a distaste for a toilsome and muddy trade, folk tend to pay little attention to gravediggers. This makes for an awfully convenient cover for your travelling troupe of tombrobbers as they tour around the realm's backroads filling their pockets with mementos purloined from the dead.
Planning adventures for "evil" campaigns can be tough, but sometimes you and your players just want an excuse to get your hands dirty. What better opportunity to get DEEP down in the dirt than to hand out shovels and have them start out as a group of travelling undertakers/thieves?
Setup: A handful of crews have run the bonecart scam over the past several generations, tempering their skullduggerous actions with a bit of honest gravemaking. This dichotomy is no better represented in the current heads of the operation: Dour and hardworking Heliana, who minds the cart's reigns and keeps the crew on track, and the knavish academic Benjamin Eelpot who loves delving into things that should best stay buried. These two have taken the party on for a series of jobs that will likely require a cold heart and a strong stomach, stealing from both the living and the dead and hoping not to get caught in the meantime.
Adventure Hooks:
The party's first outing on the bonecart should be a meat-and-potatoes sort of job, used to set the tone of the campaign, which happens to sound like "Someone old and rich and lonely has died, leaving their house haunted and their valuables unguarded".
While being stewards of the dead is a great cover, it sometimes attracts the wrong sort of attention, such as when a nobleman offers the party a great reward to investigate an abandoned necropolis and the source of the terrifying dreams that haunt him. Gold is gold though, and surely this couldn't have too many long reaching complications for them.
Irony of ironies, Shortly after one of their scores the party is setupon by a group of bandits disguised as dead men, who manage to make off with a good portion of their illgotten gain. There's no way to recover their goods through official channels, so they'll have to do it themselves.
Throughout their early adventures the party will need to avoid the attention of the heavy handed sheriff hired by the local nobility to quietly and brutally dispose of criminals like themselves.
You get a lot of weird jobs being a gravedigger, but "limo service" is not usually one of them. Still, money is money, and when a bloodsoaked countess offers to pay the bonecart well to defend and transport her coffin across the lands so she can attend a gathering of the great and the ghoulish who are they to say no?
Heliana will eventually approach the party once they've gotten enough shared time , experience, and nightmarish close calls under their belts. She's got some personal matters to attend to, which involve a list of names belonging to an old secret society and a series of graves across the countryside that may contain clues to the locations of some great treasure. Its a bolder job then the crew usually pulls, and will draw unwanted attention, but they can rely on eachother to pull through, right?
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🌻 The Feeling of Knowing 🌻
Just wanted to make sure you guys understood that "knowing" you have what you want isn't/doesn't have to mean a strong, intense feeling. "Knowing" you have what you want could be as simple as knowing you have the device that you are reading this post on. "Knowing" could mean knowing that you are currently breathing air. "Knowing" could mean that there is a sun in the sky. I feel like a lot of the time, the feeling of "knowing" is made out to be this grand feeling, which is why a lot of people try to force themselves to feel things. But, there is no "forcing yourself to feel things". You don't force yourself to know that 2+2=4, you just know. This is why people say that the law is over complicated and is actually very simple. You do not have to force yourself to feel anything. For example, I personally feel pretty neutral when it comes to manifesting something. I don't feel waves of excitement or relief or anything, I don't feel anything to be quite honest. I just know. And that is enough for me. It actually makes me feel more anxious trying to feel something that I don't. It's much easier for me to feel neutral/nothing rather than force myself to feel happy or excited. Because who even said that you have to feel happy or excited in the first place? Feel how you want to feel! I'm here making this post to tell you: you do not have to feel what other people feel because you think it's the correct way or you're doing something wrong. Just because I happen to feel neutral when it comes to knowing I have what I want doesn't mean that you have to feel the same way nor does it mean that I'm manifesting wrong since the next person feels absolutely elated while sitting in their knowing. The thing about LoA is that it isn't one-size-fits-all, it's all personal since everyone is different. Does that make sense? So do what you want to do and feel how you want to feel🫶.
(I hope that this post is helpful, a part of me feels like it's all over the place and repetitive🙂↔️)
Exactly.
Sometimes we need poetry to endure our most painful moments for it makes everything beautiful
please consider me a dream
Books read in 2023 so far #1-5
Behind Her Eyes | TV | Erik Richter Strand | 2021
Eve Hewson
“Sharing a secret always feels great in the moment, but then becomes a burden in itself. That gnawing in the pit of your stomach that something has been set free and you can’t call it back and now someone else has that power over your future.”
Behind Her Eyes, Sarah Pinborough
ph. Camri Hewie
I love the idea that when girls are gifted “domestic” toys like dolls and tea sets they’re going to play quietly and appropriately like lol. those dolls are practicing black magic. the tea is poisoned. the kitchen is run by vampires. someone’s howling like a wolf.
miniscule
chopper…your jaw………
The reality of adventures
One Piece behind the scenes :)))
Chap 321
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A teal and a curlew. Back in April I went out bird-ringing on my local nature reserve one evening and we caught teal, curlews, snipe and jacksnipe amongst the reeds and water.
Cyd Clarisse in "Silk Stockings" (1953)
🎺 Vintage Daily on IG
Mermaids of the Weeki Wachee Springs, 1958. Photographed by George Hickox.