The Caw of the Astral

Hello! You can call me Hawk. I like death and birds and magic. Shamanic Necromancer. They/Them

[sixpenceeeaesthetic]

[talesofnecromancy]

“Sometimes, all you had to do was exist in order to be someone’s saviour.”

— Keigo Higashino (via quotemadness)

[ofwoodandbone]

Hallowtide Advances

Dead and Death are not the same; one is coming the other already came.  It stirs this wheel around again,  when spirits rise and impossible times make themselves known bis.  When night falls of autumnal light I shall take a sickle, a sliver of moon and cut the wall in two  to make a whole.  I will drink the sap and fuel and shadows will ride hence.  Ride they, those men and women,  ride the dance.  Dance against the sun.  Blaspheme the day with the sorcerous night and live and burn pellucid.  Elate the night, the bright dead and ride.  Ride through pitch and find a mountain betwixt the Apex and Hell;  A scarlet platter  in a dim lit world of light.  When the Harvest is cut and the sickle cleaned, eat your dinner, share the bread,  and play with your food. 

[heytvm]

A fluttering rush of sweet lovin’ from me to you. Have a great weekend. 💀🐦

[moodwring]

[mrlovenstein]

Secret Panel HERE!

[you-are-another-me]

“No,“ said the cat. "Now, you people have names. That’s because you don’t know who you are. We know who we are, so we don’t need names.”

Neil Gaiman

[did-you-know]

There’s an old legend that a birthmark or defect indicates the spot where you received a fatal wound in your past life. In some cultures, people mark their dead with soot or paste so they can recognize them when they are reborn, which has inspired several researchers to spend their lives documenting hundreds of case studies that allegedly reflect this belief. Source Source 2 Source 3

[sapphic-matriarchy]

Put how you died in the tags 

[probablyhumanrpgideas]

Holy shit

[probablybutchrpgideas]

@probablyhumanrpgideas Lethal Injection

I have a bullet sized birthmark on my leg, at an angle that would shatter the shin and most likely lead to death in any warzone from WW2 and earlier without immediate medical attention, and even sometimes then.

[probablywriterrpgideas]

Huh. I have a red splotch the size and shape of a £2 coin on my left shoulder. I wonder what that was.

[tanzani-coil]

@lilboppaloola  #some bitch stabbed me in the back because there’s a birthmark right there#makes sense why i trust no one

LITERALLY SAME LITERALLY SAME

[unfortunatelyimaginary]

i have a large oval-shaped birthmark on my ankle

my frickin ankle

stand back guys i’m mfng achilles

[cryingcantaloupe]

I have one that looks like a cross between dirt and a hickey at the base of my my neck, above my collar bone, probably golf ball size. Another one on my elbow. One more on the back of my thigh. All on the left side of my body…

[spiritualcuriosities]

Ok but what about Buddha marks (for those who don’t know, East Asian ppl often are born with a bruise-looking birthmark that usually fades as you grow up)? Like do those count? Or is it just permanent birth marks?

[astralcaw-blog]

My birthmark is a giant red splotch in the middle of my forehead. I'm western and we always called it a "Fever mark". It sounds mildly similar to the "Buddha mark" because it was very prominent and then went away as I got older.

Now if you see it it's only when my blood is really pumping. Being emotions or physical activity.

Maybe I died of an illness. Fever perhaps. That's what I always consider when I see these threads.

[zenmister]

Ego Games

Egos love to play games. They make up all sorts of rules for their games and we just follow those rules. One of ego’s favorite games is Successful Self. It creates an image of success in our mind and we have to bend over backwards to become that successful person.

The tricky part about becoming a successful person is that the criteria for success constantly changes. Success could be being happy,  being smart, being rich, or famous. Success can measured in the distant future, near future, past or present.

As long as we play the ego’s game of Successful Self, we will experience the self-esteem highs and lows that come with that game. Sometimes we will be winning and seem quite successful. Other times we will be losing and can see all that success vanish, exposing us as complete failures. We can be wildly successful in a thousand different ways, but one imagined failure could throw the whole match.

The only way to win a game of Successful Self with your ego is to recognize the game. When you see the game and the ego and all the amazing and ridiculous things you have done to appear successful, you will notice that your True Self is an unqualified success. It has succeeded in winning and losing, and feeling, and loving, and even coming to recognize itself. Once you notice the ego’s game, you can continue to play it. You are playing with house money though. You can try to make yourself believe that you are not so successful so that the game remains authentic, but you will know that despite all the ups and downs you go through, the game is just measuring mountains with teaspoons. Success and failure are just games egos play.

[micahulrichdraws]

I am the best I worship, darling.

[picsthatmakeyougohmm]

[purplebuddhaproject]

“There is meaning in all things. But are you paying attention?”

— Yasmin Mogahed (via purplebuddhaquotes)

[astralcaw-blog]

Yoo

I might be getting Reiki 1 attuned soon.

Dope.

[spiritualgateway]

“Thoughts come and go. Feelings come and go. Find out what it is that remains.”

— Ramana Maharshi (via spiritualgateway)

[astralcaw-blog]

I embrace the...

naked cuddles at 4am. Jazz softly playing in the background. Messy hair. Nowhere to be. Tangled limbs and too many pillows...

aesthetic.

[wyldezoo]

Two Crows - Kyosai Kawanabe - 19th century

[hackedhearts-deactivated2024111]

“Tell me your favorite weird fact.”

The Earth is covered in corpses. We breathe the air the dead exude, eat the food they nourished with their decay, pour their remains into our cars, wear them and sleep on them. And then we call them scary without even noticing that they are present in every single thing of our lives. We live because of the dead.