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Praise Odin!!

Posted • DAY OF THE GODDESS: BASTET (BAST)… Bastet, also called Bast, is the ancient Egyptian Feline goddess. She is the daughter of Ra, the sun god and the goddess Isis and was known for being ferocious in nature. She too is known as a solar deity and because of her parentage, she is associated with the Eye of Ra. Bastet was worshipped in Lower Egypt, originally as a lioness goddess, a role that was shared with Sekhmet. Eventually Bastet and Sekhmet were characterized as two aspects of the same goddess and became known as sister goddesses with Sekhmet representing the lioness warrior aspect and Bastet took on the role of cat, representing a gentler aspect.
In her gentler role, Bastet was then known as the Egyptian goddess of the home, domesticity, women's secrets, cats, fertility, and childbirth. She protected the home from evil spirits and disease, especially diseases associated with women and children.
Bastet is depicted as a woman with a cat’s head and often carries a sistrum in her right hand and an aegis in her her left hand. She wears an elaborately ornamented dress and typically has some type of ornamental headpiece as well.
Bastet chooses those she wishes to work with so if you’re feeling called to work with her, you have been chosen. To honor Her, set up an altar space for Her with images or statues/ figurines of cats, the Eye of Ra, an ankh, and frankincense and myrrh incense. Other ways to honor Her are caring for cats or donating to a shelter/ rescue. Sunbathing! Appropriate offerings for the Goddess include catnip, cat hair or shed whiskers, and milk. Artwork by . .

Lurking through graveyards in winter

Children of Odin

So that’s what it looks like all dried out and laid out..
There’s a lot of mechanics going on down there that you just don’t realize sometimes.

It looks like a medieval s*x toy and I suppose it would bring pleasure to at least one person.

An essential piece in any goth girl’s wardrobe

Walking around alone and looking up…you’ll see some beautiful things.

The Purple Smoke
The green shadow in the lotus pool
the water moon shakes
Flowers and grass in Fairy Land
the purple smoke envelops
Poems full of eyes, emerald falls down in the plain
Fragrance floats in the wild field
rhyme has no frames
Two Pairs of Couplets ● Seven Words of Quatrain by Luo Zhihai

Can you imagine a world without light? We love darkness and that’ll never change. So the question for you is….what are your fave kind of lights? Fireworks 💥, neon signs, city skylines at night? 🏙 🌃
Goth Noir loves the mood created by light breaking through the trees to illuminate the forest floor.
There’s something so .noir about it.

At dusk we shall bask in the veil of night,
Covering all that the eye ever sees.
A cloak of clouds masking the moon so bright,
As bats fly in circles above the trees.
We push our problems so far out of sight,
Searching for peace, we set our minds at ease.
Until we rise up with the morning light,
Hoping that we've rested enough to please.
We go to sleep putting our lives on hold,
Bringing a sense of calmness to our dreams.
Relaxed at last, we sleep the night away,
But there are stars with stories to be told.
They keep us company, or so it seems,
And then, they disappear into the day…
-a poem by Thomas Koron, 2012

A conversation I saw the other day…

thoughts on a Friday

Dulce et Decorum est
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame, all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.

Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime.—
Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams before my helpless sight
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin,
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer,
Bitter[1] as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,–
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.

Outfit inspiration…

These two things goes best together!

Don’t you love our pile of skulls? It makes for such a beautiful “Christmas “ tree. A death tree. 🖤already so excited for tomorrow 🖤

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"
Merely this, and nothing more.

Do you know who wrote this poem, the Raven? Comment below if you know!!

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