I became aware of the re emergence of yet another member of Maharet’s “family” , or what I believe is the closest thing to it in that ancient lineage of gods. I have yet to meet him, this ancient male, but it appears that the two have a very deep history. It is consoling, in an odd way. I feared for quite some time that Mahahret would continue to wander through the grounds of our home without a companion, some remnant of her past. Perhaps I will come to meet this god. Perhaps we shall be friends. Perhaps not. Who can say. For now, I shall simply muse.
Aluraune say upon the edge of the rooftop, the Compound sprawling below him. It had been quite some time since he had been here. Time passed that way for him, more often than not. Sometimes, he would be aware of his haunts, and at other times, it would be a gray expanse of…
He sighed quietly, laying back against the worn roof shingles. If he were completely honest with himself, he knew what the problem was.
Ennui. It was boredom.
It was eating away at his conscience like a cancer. All of the untamed thoughts, the things that could not be unseen. He was like an ongoing, unabridged history of ancient times and modern sights. The sounds, the smells, the fragmented memories. He was an unread epitaph,a dusty volume. He was all of these. And the record was so very very long.
Aluraune say upon the edge of the rooftop, the Compound sprawling below him. It had been quite some time since he had been here. Time passed that way for him, more often than not. Sometimes, he would be aware of his haunts, and at other times, it would be a gray expanse of days—weeks, even. And then he would be home. Just like that. He would be beneath the moon, waiting for something, anything, to ground him into the hour.
Aluraune sat with his back to the wall, his worn leather journal lying listlessly in his lap. He simply could not conjure the urge to put his pen to the page. Despite this vast canvas of life before him, he could not be inspired.
Rome, Italy. The place of all his dreams,…
At length, he allowed his eyes to creep open, too bored to just sit and waste away the night.
It was then he smelt something.
It was blood. But…more than one scent of it. All mixed upon one body. The smell of death. Of a killer.
He was intrigued.
Sitting up straighter, he scanned the streets, trying to pick out the source of the anomaly. So many people, so who could it be…
Roman stone relief of the cult of Mithras showing Mithras slaying the bull.
The old Indo-Iranian cult of the celestial deity of light led to the development of a widely popular solar mystery cult in the Roman Empire -Mithraism. The deity Mithras has been identified with the sun from at least the 1st century CE. A personal but exclusively male religion, Mithraism flourished in the 2nd and 3rd centuries CE spreading rapidly through the military and among traveling merchants.
The ubiquitous image, called the Tauroctony, is that of Mithras under a male sun and a female moon astride a bull and plunging a knife into its side. A shaft of wheat springs from the bull’s tail and a scorpion, a dog, and a serpent appear near the wound. These figures form the basis of an astrological interpretation in which Mithras is the sun and the mithraeum of the cosmos. There are some evidence for a taurobolium, a ritual reenactment of a taurine slaughter by which fraternal worshippers could rise through 7 grades of initiation associated with the planets, but there is no consensus among scholars about what the ritual may have meant for the worshippers.
-The Emergence of Christianity, Cynthia White
Courtesy & currently located at the Romisch-Germanisches Museum, Cologne, Germany. Photo taken by Carole Raddato.
christmas is in 56 days and i wanted to do this a lot and get loads of people involved so i’m starting early!
- reblog this, that’s it!
- On December first you will receive the url of a person who is now your secret santa! And someone will receive your url too, of course!
- Send them cute messages and things for the month of December, on anon!
- On christmas day you can reveal yourself if you want or just keep the mystery going forever lol
- i will select all of these names randomly, so hopefully you’ll be paired with someone you don’t know!
- You must be active, please don’t let your secret santa down by never messaging them!
- If you do have problems, message me and i will give you a new secret santa and get someone new to message you! :)
- You don’t have to follow me but if you do have questions send them to me (skeloutons/fcukharry) or if i’m no longer at either of those urls i will most likely be at my christmas url (christmhaz!)
happy (early) holidays x
His eyes opened wide, words momentarily escaping him.
After a long pause, he nodded.
He growled as he moved to his feet, letting the clutter of the forest fall from him.
"Oh, yes, but of -course- m’lady. However could I be so careless?"
With that, he scooped her into his arms, unusually comfortable with the way she molded into his arms. He had held her this way but once or twice, but it felt natural.
"On your command, m’lady."
when will america learn….
We won’t learn, because our education system sucks
Instead of treating kids like machines in a factory, being created into obedient workers. It looks like in Finland they’re treated like actual humans.
it’s also because all teachers there have masters’ degrees, and teaching is seen as a prestigious profession like medicine or law.
What’s actually wrong with American schools is not that they’re not like Finnish schools.
What’s wrong with American schools is that they’re an outdated relic of the early 20th century, where the object was to train a child to have the mindset required to work in a factory job long hours of the day, as at the time that mandatory public school was instituted, that was the main expectation of children.
As the industrial age faded and the US entered the era of private sector jobs, the education system failed to reflect that change, and they’re still training us to have the mindset for an industrial job, not a job in today’s job market.
The problem with American schools is not that they’re not like Finnish schools.
The problem with American schools is that they’re preparing us for jobs that no longer exist.