chihiro never forgets her time spent in the spirit world, because that’s no fun for anyone. she never forgets her friends, how could she? she holds them all close to her heart, which is where they belong, especially her beautiful white dragon.
haku is hers as far as she’s concerned, but she’s his too, so it’s all nice fair. of course, haku thinks that she doesn’t know he exists, but that’s okay. she’ll go find him again one day.
because chihiro plans to return to the spirit world. but she knows the time isn’t right, that if she just goes darting through every place where the boundary between their worlds runs thin, then nothing will change. as is, she’s just a little girl, just a helpless little girl who will get lost and killed in the world of her friends, of her dragon. so she doesn’t go back.
she could. now that she knows what to look for, she sees entrances to the spirit world everywhere. they’re rarely in the exact same place twice but she knows what to look for, how to find them if she wants to, how to get back to rin and kamaji and zeniba. but she’s not ready yet.
she needs to get stronger.
her family’s not religious, so they’re surprised when she asks to go visit shrines, but maybe it’s for the history or the culture, or, they don’t know, the architecture. it’s a simple thing, and so they go.
chihiro keeps her eyes peeled, because she’s looking for something in particular.
she’s looking for a shrine with a lot of spirits living in it.
oh, because that’s another thing she can do now.
she can see spirits.
not ghosts, not the echoes of the dead. but spirits, nature spirits mostly, but tricksters and guardians, and all sorts, really. so they visit shrine after shrine, and there are sprits there, of course, but never enough, none of them are there for anything but the offerings, and that’s not what chihiro is looking for.
it takes months, and she’s already started school, settling into it easier than she knew she could. after her adventures in the spirit world, human children are nothing. but one day she visits a shrine, and she knows it’s the one. it’s small, nothing impressive, all the way at the top of a long hill.
but she knows she’s found what she’s looking for. someone who can help her.
there’s an old priestess taking care of it all on her own, and all around her dart spirits, some lingering, some running by and doing nothing more than patting her on the shoulder or back, but all of them acknowledging her in some way. she takes one look at chihiro and says, “looking for an apprenticeship, then?”
her parents start to say no, but she interrupts them, says, “yes, i am,” and her parents don’t understand, but they have no reason to deny her, so they don’t.
“it’s been a while since i’ve seen someone else who was spirit touched,” she says the first day that chihiro returns, this time on her own.
“what happened to you?” she asks, and knows the old priestess will understand. those with the ability to interact with the spirit world aren’t born. they’re made.
“a spirit saved my life as a child,” she answers. “you?”
she grins. “a river spirit saved me. once when i was younger, and then again just a few months ago. i’m going to back to him.”
“returning willingly to the spirit world is foolish, and dangerous,” she says, but there’s something like approval in her eyes.
“yes,” she says, “teach me how to survive it.”
so the priestess does. chihiro becomes known to the local spirits, helping them however she can just like the old woman. plenty of guardian spirits offer to attach themselves to her, to mark her as under their protection, but she always refuses. there’s only one spirit who’s mark she’s willing to carry.
years pass, and chihiro grows, from a girl to a young woman. she grows up strong, and beautiful, and thanks to her years under the priestess, she grows up powerful. she learns how to shoot arrows that cut spirits and to write spells on rice paper, she learns every inch of the forests around her home and the spirits that dwell there, and on the day she graduates high school she moves into the temple.
but she’s not planning to stay.
“i hope he’s worth it,” the priestess tells her.
chihiro grins, sharp and eager, and says, “i guess i’m going to find out.”
she walks into the woods and slips through one of the places where the border is too thin, and enters the spirit world once more. she has her bow and her ink, and this time she’s not going to be easy prey, she’s not going to be someone that has to be saved or coddled.
she’s come here for her dragon, and she won’t let anything get in her way. it’s haku, and haku alone, who will be able to turn her away. if he rejects her, she’ll leave. but for no other reason.
it takes her a long time to get to the bathhouse, to fight and bargain her way there, because before it was an obstacle, so it came to her easily, but now it’s a goal, so this world holds it back from her. but she won’t let it stay out of her grasp forever. when she arrives she’s filthy and tired and half her arrows are missing, her clothes are different, and she’s older. by how much she doesn’t know, because time isn’t the same in here, but she’s not the same girl who entered.
the whole realm is talking of her, of the human who walks among them and won’t be chased away, of the girl who marched across the endless marshes until she reached the end, something few ever manage, and then just kept going. who aids those in need and destroys those who stand in her way.
when she walks through the bathhouse doors, haku is there.
“it’s you,” he says, eyes wide, and he looks older too, like breaking free of yubaba’s curse finally allowed him to grow up. “i didn’t think it could be. i didn’t think it was possible.”
she marches forward, grinning, and grips the front of his snow white shirt with her muddy hands. “anything is possible. you taught me that.”
she kisses him, exhausted and filthy and feeling more alive than she ever has. she kisses him like it’s the last thing she’ll ever do, because it just might be, because if she angers him, then he could easily kill her.
he doesn’t kill her.
he kisses her back.
chihiro gets exactly what she wanted – her friends, a place in the spirit world, and a reputation as someone who’s dangerous, even as a human.
and her dragon husband, of course. she gets that too.
I’m sorry, but it’s not that fucking hard. Even if you weren’t the one who originally stole it, when posting something here it’s your duty to find the original and stop the spread:
You can do reverse image searches, just copy and paste the image into your search browser.
You can spend some time searching Tumblr/whatever site for the original using key words within the post.
Search for the OP’s URL/signature within the post.
It’s very rare that I find a post/image that has been reposted so many times that I can’t find the source, so don’t make excuses.
When you should do this:
When you find a image and want to post it, but notice there is no credit to OP.
When you see a screenshot of a Tumblr post. FIND THE ORIGINAL.
Photos and other art. SIGILS ARE ART.
When you’re sharing something from a different site. You may be wondering “how do I do that?”. First of all, ask the OP if it’s okay, when applicable. Secondly, ADD A LINK TO THE ORIGINAL, YOU SACK OF POTATOES.
When you repost something to this platform, with permission, or when you utilize someone’s work in something, add some little (x) or [X] or “click here for the original artwork” at the bottom. It’s not that hard to do.
But what is reposting? I’m just an innocent little bean?:
Reblogging. When you see a post, you like it, you click the reblog button. Full credit to the OP is there because it’s linked and mentioned automatically multiple times in the post. You’re giving the OP the notes, the attention, the credit they deserve.
Reposting. When you see a post, you like it, you steal it. You take the effort to screenshot it, copy and paste it into your own post, etc. Perhaps there’s still credit to the OP listed somewhere within the original post, but this is NOT OKAY TO DO. REBLOG THE ORIGINAL. In this scenario, you are getting the notes, the attention, and likely the credit, that OP deserves.
Keys to stopping the cycle as a reblogger:
(THIS APPLIES TO EVERYONE, EVEN YOU, YOU NON-REPOSTER):
Think critically. Have you seen a VERY similarly worded post before? Hmmm…
Pay attention to screenshots, especially of tumblr posts. Find the original.
Whenever you see a photograph circulating, click the OP’s URL at the bottom. Chances are, their caption was deleted.
Sigils. Familiarize yourself with the popular sigil producers out there. Learn to recognize their work. You will find reposts of their work.
Same with other artists. Think the work looks familiar but not from this blogger? Hmmm maybe time for an image search.
Pay attention to photographs that look professional quality that don’t appear to be taken by the OP. Ask for the source.
Take the time to find the original (look through the comments to see if someone already has). Link the original with something along the lines of:
“This has been reposted. PLEASE DO NOT REBLOG THIS VERSION. Click here for the original version! [X] Creators deserve credit :)”
Now, all this being said, I definitely don’t catch everything. I have reblogged stuff that was reposted in the past, and I will in the future. If you notice, PLEASE tell me! It is never intentional!!
For starters, if you don’t know who Crowley was (no, not the Supernatural dude), he was a 1900s occultist who coined a portion of what modern witchcraft uses today, such as the word “magick” which he, although did not ‘invent’, popularised. (you’ll learn why I denounce that term and try to educate people who use it in a second). He was, in a nutshell, everything modern society hates. Racist, antisemitic, sexist, you name it and Crowley was it.
Crowley wrote several books about the occult, some of them having slightly useful information and still are referenced today, but his occult books are not what I intend to talk about. Little known to most, Crowley wrote an essay entitled “The Jewish Problem”, that title is enough of a disgrace, but what is actually IN the writing is atrocious, which I will be going over in a second. In other writing, he refers to Jewish people as “parasites”, “a barbarous race”, talks about how Jewish people are their bad stereotypes, among other things. This article does a wonderful job of compiling some of his worst quotes and explaining how racist he really is, as well as explaining some of the undertones of the quotes.
“Christians and other troglodytes — but most especially the parasites of man, the Jews (The New Comment on Liber AL, III:11)“
“the Jews were an entirely barbarous race, incapable of any spiritual pursuit. (preface to 777, printed in The Equinox, Vol. 1, No. 8)”
“A similar case is presented by the Jew, who really does only too often possess the bad qualities for which he is disliked (Confessions, chapter 54)“
“But in America, the Christian elements have been removed so that wealthy Jews may reach the summit of masonry. (Confessions, chapter 72)“
“It has been said that every nation has the government which it deserves. I would add, the type of Jew which it deserves. (Confessions, chapter 61)“
“the Jews are a critically important factor in the social and economic problems of the day (Confessions, chapter 75)“
Anyway, he also used to throw slurs at his Jewish friend Victor Neuburg andadmitted to being interested in fascism multiple times.
As for quotes from The Jewish Problem:
“Israel has corrupted the world, whether by conquest, by conversion, or by conspiracy. The Jew has eaten his way into everything.”
“The Jew, living so long on sufferance, by subterfuge, servility, and self-effacement, has taught his tricks to the whole world.“
And many, many, many more.
Some of his comments on other groups of people:
About Chinese people: “One cannot fraternize with the Chinese of the lower classes; one must treat them with absolute contempt and callousness“ / “The Chinese does not respect the white man as the Indian does — for his possession of high moral qualities.“
About Mexican people: “Neither the coyotes nor the turkey-buzzards will touch a dead Mexican. His flesh has been too thoroughly impregnated with chillies and other pungent condiments.”
About black people: “Where Islam and Christianity meet in open competition, as in some parts of Africa, it is found that only the lowest type of Negro, such as is accustomed to arrange matters with conscience by hanging a rag on a piece of stick, accepts Christianity”
About Indian people: “I am not fond of Benaglis at the best and he as the worst specimen of his race I have ever seen. He was fat and oily, with small piglike treacherous eyes.”
Crowley also heavily used the term “black magic” in reference to the “dark art” types of witchcraft, this term is now considered racist by a good portion of the community. Not to mention he was also a regular user of the N slur! I’m talking hard-R.
I never much liked the usage of magic with a K to start with, but I’ve been learning more and more about AC as time has passed, I’ve started denouncing it entirely and educating people about it’s connections to him as best as I can, most people have no idea how awful he is. It’s scary to think that someone so despicable is still heavily referenced and worshiped in the Occult community, so I wanted to finally make this post. I am asked a lot about it and why I hate the term “magick” so much, now you all know. I hope you will consider using the terms witchcraft, or even just magic rather than adding the K at the end, because we all know what the K stands for now, and who it represents. This is not even the beginning of how awful he was, there is so much more that can be dug up. I encourage you to do it, research him and understand how absolutely terrible he was. Please.
He was a super creep like whenever someone mentions him all I can think is how he would cum in food, ect (for ritual purposes) and he wouldn’t tell anyone.
Ew. O.o to be honest this is why I find ritual magic and magicians to be so off-putting. I do know genuinely lovely people who are into such things but so many of them model themselves after Crowley etc and think what they’re doing is cool and edgy. Firstly magic isn’t meant to be cool, it’s not a game. But also there’s nothing edgy about racism etc. O.o I don’t know, I always liked the look of ‘magick’ but now I understand that the insinuations are related to a racist edgelord who wanted to make himself seem elitist, no thanks. This would also explain why I’ve been having creepy dreams with him involved. O.o
Yeah… I was reading up on Crowley for writing research, as I’ve been wanting to get some details right for a project. Anyway, just the historical foreword to his Book IV sent up about a dozen red flags, which it seemed as if the guest writer was attempting to gloss over—I just got a huge sense that there was much “in between the lines” that actually might make people less excited to read a Crowley book, so it couldn’t get published in one.
Lo and behold, a few minutes of independent research later, I found out that he tended to go through women like tissue paper, but at one point was married to one Rose Edith Kelly. She was who from which he received much of his guidance for The Book of the Law—she would go into a trance via ritual and would dictate knowledge for him. This was a role he often had women in his life fulfill—he would typically draw them into his circle, ply them with substances and with his noteworthy charisma, and before long, they would start spouting secret knowledge on his behalf, often enduring some very questionable conditions. Anyway, Rose and him had two children, and it is said she developed a drinking problem, but it is also fact he committed her to an asylum for “alcohol dementia” in her thirties a couple years after their divorce. Further research uncovered another noteworthy name: Mary Desti, who it seems Crowley met the same year he had Rose committed. She was the “seer” who revealed much of his seminal Book IV. Her son, the playwright Preston Sturges, was none-too-happy to recount that in her induced trances, if she stepped out of line in any way, including if she would start a sentence with “I”, Crowley would slice open her arm with a penknife. Some may start to wonder less why Rose started to drink. Mary would later leave Crowley as well, and Crowley would head over to another mistress, and the train of the world’s fascination with him would keep rolling.
I could go on for ages; this is an exceedingly small sample of how he treated those nearest and “dearest” to him. It honestly put me off using the term “magick” in my project and deeply put me off using many other elements of his work. The sanitized elements that trickled down and insinuated themselves into later traditions… I suspect there is good reason those survived, but lionizing Crowley himself is not an act I think I could look at without some suspicion.
Ew… O.o and I’m guessing he simply said that these things were revealed to him with no credit to the women involved. When you say ‘seer’ do you think it’s more likely that she was simply being put into an altered state of consciousness and suggested to rather than actually being given wisdom by spirits?
MY BLESSINGS UPON THIS ENTIRE POST
Yeah Crowley was an arsehole and half the reason I side-eye “ceremonial” magicians.
I don’t understand how people can still respect this man, he was just the fucking worst. I mean there is all this with him being a racist piece of trash which is just…uck I swear everything that can be wrong with a person was wrong with this man. then there is just anything involving “The Abbey of Thelema” where he had MANY followers ,male and female, and had ritual sex with them regularly and that he had the children watch the sex “rituals”. It was incredibly unclean and disgusting and at least one infant and a man died while living there due to the conditions (the man drank polluted water).
But you know to Crowley it was “perfectly happy … my idea of heaven.”
Oh, and on top of ALL OF THIS?
He wasn’t even that good of a magician. He was such a fucking mess of a person that he was unable to complete some of the rituals that he himself wrote. He appropriated a bunch of stuff from other cultures and mangled it to the point of being nonsensical (oh my lord, some of his bullshit about Egypt…). He was just an all-around hack.
So not only is he a disgustingly anti-Semitic, misogynist, racist, possibly pedophilic piece of shit, but even a total garbage fire like myself could probably magic circles around his useless ass. He’s nothing but an empty cult of personality with no talent for anything apart from making a spectacle of himself.
Why his cult of personality works, I’ll never know – he had just about the worst personality imaginable. The OG edgelord basically living off his parents. He was nothing but a Victorian and even more pathetic version of E.A. Koetting. And as others have said, he’s been so toxic to ceremonial magic that it’s no wonder so many find it off-putting, with how many practitioners insist on emulating such a vile and incompetent excuse for a magician.
At the very beginning of my practice, before I really knew anything about him, I found myself in a metaphysical shop presented with an array of tarot decks. For some reason I couldn’t even handle the Thoth without feeling disgusted. I had a similar sense of instant revulsion when handling any of his books. I tried to get through one once, and beyond the fact that his writing is fucking terrible and borderline gibberish, I just felt disgusted even having it in my hands.
Once I learned a little more about the dude, it became obvious why I, as an empath, felt so sick around his work. And once I learned even more about him, I realized that I wasn’t missing out on anything anyway.
When I was 17 I bossed around an FBI agent for a day while wearing a Star Wars hat with pom-poms on it and honestly? Get on my level.
Okay so the story isn’t actually that exciting but here we go,
For those of you who’ve been paying attention, you’ll know I’ve been in search and rescue for many many years. I successfully passed the rigorous, 200 hour training when I was 14. I was the only female member under 21 for YEARS. If I was going to stand my ground with all of the men (it’s definitely a male-dominated volunteer group) I would have to be unapologetically true to who I am.
And I was! I’d show up still wearing my bright red lipstick and shimmery eyeshadow, I’d blast my music while I rolled into the command post with my windows down, I’d have my own chair for being lazy while we waited for assignments and slippers for when we got back to CP.
I rose up through the ranks pretty quickly, and by the time I was 17 I had completed the 300 hours of training to become a team leader. If I thought basic training was hard, ha. Let’s just say I quickly realized how much harder it could be. Again, there’s only 5-10 active female Team Leaders out of 400 active members (and probably 60-70 active Team Leaders).
Now, a lot of you have a very limited image of what search and rescue does in your minds. That’s okay! I used to be the same, television paints SAR in a certain light. Yes, we go into the backcountry for days to look for missing backpackers and climbers. But most often we go on the common hiking trails and carry people out who got hurt (broken ankles and legs happen ~once a week). We do body recoveries: if a plane crashes on a mountain, if a climber falls, if someone has a heart-attack that’s more than a mile or two up the trail, if someone dies in a wild area. We do urban searches. Often it’s elderly people who have memory problems and wandered off, but sometimes it’s kids. The one I really wasn’t expecting? We do evidence searches. We assist the Sheriff’s Department and Crime Scene Investigators in examining the crime scene and finding evidence (it’s part of our training).
So I was at a crime scene, and I was acting as a Team Leader that day. It was a bit of a communication breakdown because we were assisting a smaller county that requires less training to join and climb the ranks. They still kick ass at their jobs but aren’t used to bigger operations like we are. I’m pretty sure the case is still need-to-know because they’re still using the evidence we found in court, so I can’t tell you much. But the FBI was there, mainly making sure we didn’t take pictures of anything or step out of line. They basically stood on their phones in the middle of everything.
We mainly had to clear out all of the vegetation to make sure evidence wasn’t underneath it. An FBI agent was standing in my grid (looking at his phone) and kept on almost getting hit by my team’s tools and the blackberries we were pulling out. So I walked up to him and told him he could either get out of my grid or grab a tool and help my team. He was probably 50-something? He looked so shocked that he actually grabbed a tool and started helping. He basically became part of my team for the day (we spent another 6 hours clearing brush) and I gave him the hardest sections of my grids because he was the freshest out of the rest of my team. To be completely transparent, I did take off my pom-pom hat when it got too warm out, but I put him in his place while wearing it.
Anyways so that’s how I roasted an FBI agent as a (usually) quiet, 17-year old girl wearing a Star Wars pom-pom hat.
An alphabetical masterlist of crystals (and their properties) perfect for those just starting out!* Big thanks to this site and this site, really helped with some of the properties I didn’t know, as well as what exactly to put on this list!
*I do not support witchcraft in place of actual medical attention, please seek professional help if you believe something is wrong.
psychic ability, astral travel, soothing the emotional body, insight, clarity, manifestation, forgiveness, angelic communication, music of the spheres, visionary experience,relaxation, emotional balance, release of stress and resentment, connection with the heart, creativity, sexuality, playfulness, confidence, innovation, clarity of insight and action, confidence, persistence, intellectual power, consciousness expansion, inter-dimensional travel, ascension, access to higher knowledge, well-being, wholeness, health, empathy and connection with the “mind of the heart”, emotional healing, compassion and joy, vitality, sensory awareness, clarity, divine will, manifestation.
Carnelian:
Courage, vitality, sexuality, confidence, action.
Celestite:
Angelic communication, access to higher dimensions, serenity.
Chalcedony (general):
calm, balance, centered-ness, inner knowledge, awakening of psychic abilities, aura cleansing, purification, union with the higher self.
Citrine:
manifestation, personal will, mental clarity, creativity, happiness, balance.
Clear Quartz:
inner clarity, spirituality, can be used in place of any other stone, grounding, protection, warding.
healing, balance, release of bad habits, patience, persistence, enjoyment of life, release of negativity and stress, relaxation, positive self-expression, loyalty, tranquility, connection with nature,vitality, fertility.
Please have a plan for when you’re unable to properly care for them. A friend who can make sure it’s needs are being met. A neighbor kid who makes a few $ by taking them for a walk. A family member ready to watch them if you end up in the hospital. Be responsible with your pets ❤️
TL;DR: Spoonies deserve pets, and pets deserve responsible spoonie owners.
As a spoonie I find this very patronising, we are well aware of our limitations, we are also dealing with much more than the average healthy person can begin to comprehend.
A spoonie life is all about planning and organisation and responsibility so how dare you say we are not responsible, you have no idea.
However there are times when things happen that we haven’t planned for and we end up sick or in the hospital. Of course we went our pets to be cared for, we also want to not have to take time off work, or cancel plans or spend a week in hospital on a drip or maybe to just have one day we can not think about our health every waking second.
Usually we have things in place for our pets to be looked after but, just like with non spoonies, shit happens. And when shit happens we need support not criticism for trying to live a normal life and carry on in the face of overwhelming, scary and often life threatening health issues.
Hello! I am sorry that this came across as patronizing. I guess it wasn’t clear in my post that I am a spoonie myself. I deal with a plethora of mental illnesses, and a chronic illness that is trying it’s darnedest to kill me (and I do not say that lightly). I am very very sick right now and not able to care for my pets to the extent they deserve which is what inspired this post.
I sadly have found that some spoonies are not, in fact, fully aware of their limitations. My intention of this post was to remind people that it’s okay and sometimes necessary to reach out for help when you can’t fully meet your pet’s needs – and to have a backup plan because not everyone remembers to think about it, especially those who are newer to being sick.
I completely understand that shit hits the fan and sometimes plans fall through, that wasn’t what I was addressing here. I simply wanted to share that it’s okay to ask other people for help when you need it (which I tend to forget or avoid but I currently have to ask for because my pets deserve exercise and clean cages and I can’t do that for them rn).
Hi, I’m sorry I jumped on you, I didn’t realise you were coming from a Spoonie place. Thank you for elaborating, I understand your the post more now. Being a spoonie really does suck, I’ve had a few health complications lately and maybe I’m a bit over sensitive. If you ever need to talk you can pm me. I hope everything gets better soon for you.
Completely understandable! I was trying to keep my post simple for the ease of reading (too late now lol) and in turn made it come across in an unintended light. I definitely would’ve gotten angry if I had seen something like this and thought an abled person had made it.
I’m the same way with health stuff and becoming extra sensitive, and hopefully this didn’t negatively impact your day (I know for me stuff like this can be exhausting – but this one wasn’t bad!) Sending love and spoons your way my dear ❤️
aight fuckers I’m doing it I’m spending a full $4 to watch the first lotr movie, for the first time
so like I get, you know, power and malice and cruelty were ‘poured’ into the rings, but like. what did they actually put in those things. what fuckin gold gives a ring malice. why did the elves only get three.
holy shit it’s Agent Smith with pointy ears
this ring was made of weet-bix and nutri grain
it was in this moment, when all hope was lost, that issieldor-whoever took up his father’s sword –
I’M SORRY BUT I’M LAUGHING THE RING GIVES THE BIG BAD GUY LIKE DARK MAGIC AND A DEMON ARMY TO CONTROL BUT EESEELDOOR PUTS IT ON AND HE JUST TURNS INVISIBLE
holy shit I just experienced seven and a half minutes of introductory exposition by a mysterious lady who apparently thinks VERY little of hobbits
omg is this WHOLE movie exposition
it has been remarked by some that a hobbit’s only real passion
is for food
FOOD
a wizard is never late
says Ian McKellan, wishing he was Julie Andrews, Queen of Genovia
I know absolutely nothing about either of these two but I already fucking love their relationship it’s beautiful
OH SO BILBO’S THE FUCK THAT CAUSED ALL THOSE JUMP SCARES
oh shit son he’s got the ring and the golem voice
okay so that’s pretty fucking cute
apparently every hobbit has an instinctual urge to hug Ian McKellen and honestly? same
holy shit guys I’m not even 20 minutes in I’m gonna have to make multiple posts
Heatherwitch 