By Welder Wings

No title available
Not today Justin
styofa doing anything
No title available
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
I'd rather be in outer space šø
Sade Olutola
wallacepolsom
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

tannertan36
Aqua Utopiaļ½ęµ·ć®åŗć§čØę¶ćē“”ć

Janaina Medeiros
DEAR READER

titsay
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Sweet Seals For You, Always
Mike Driver
Monterey Bay Aquarium
seen from United States

seen from Netherlands
seen from United States
seen from France

seen from United States

seen from Switzerland
seen from United States

seen from Canada

seen from Malaysia

seen from Malaysia
seen from United States

seen from Türkiye
seen from Argentina

seen from Netherlands

seen from Japan

seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States

seen from Türkiye
seen from United States
seen from Peru
@ofortunatefall
By Welder Wings
āHairesisā British illustrator Billy Bogiatzoglou
ā Dylan Thomas, from āVision and Prayer,ā in Collected Poems
Lux in Tenebris by Daniel Pawlowski Artist.
The Morning Star Anima Leilani Bustamante
AnaĆÆs Nin, Henry and June: From "A Journal of Love": The Unexpurgated Diary of AnaĆÆs Nin, 1931-1932
Justice and Judgement
Hi, it's been a while.
Iāve been feeling the need to post a short update for whoever still follows me or wanders onto my page.Ā
I think itās important to document if or how a faith and devotional practice like mine survives in our current circumstances, a practice so rooted in the underlying potential of humankind. How does one continue to find strength and hope in our collective humanity, while bearing witness to the atrocities our own hands have wrought? When the virtues and ideals that shaped me as a devotee are twisted to fit narratives so unlike His own, how does one hold true or reclaim them?Ā
I donāt know if I have an answer to these questions just yet. If anything, I find my opinion of us as a whole fading with each day. And perhaps that is the lesson in itself: āpotentialā is neutral. For so long Iāve built up this reverence for the good weāve accomplished with our stubborn insistence on rejecting the limits imposed on us. Even at our lowest, weāve found ways of utilizing trauma and despair to bring forth better versions of ourselvesāthe struggle shapes the spirit, our battle scars turned to gold.
In some stories, my god gave up all that He was to nurture that spark of divinity. And because I grew up in a religion where ādivinityā was equal to āgoodā, I couldnāt see an end where we became anything other than that. Yet there are sacred terrors as well, destruction turned holy and violence elevated into righteousnessābut brutalities all the same. He took it upon Himself to become our adversary, to prove us undeserving of His obeisance, let alone His fatherās love and respectāa father in whose image we were created, a father who built his following with blood on desert sand.Ā Ā
So perhaps this innate potential doesnāt destine us to become quite what I had once hoped. And that means I can no longer rely on these feel-good aspirations to make up the foundations of my faith. Where does that leave me, and how do I continue His work when it feels like the purpose has been untethered? I refuse to be an impartial observer to the shifting of the world, not when small kindnesses and quiet acts of resistance still exist. If these are the dying embers of the hope that once brought me to Him, I will guard and stoke them to the best of my ability.
Through this time, my god has been ever-present in new, terrifying ways. Names and aspects that I once threw out have resurfaced. In as many roles and titles as Iāve come to know Him by across varied mythos, this new iteration is perhaps the most unsettling for me as His devotee; It begs the question, what does it mean to be worthy in the eyes of a god whose duty it is to prove otherwise? If the culmination of our worth is the result of the choices and actions made with the gift of free will in this life and our response to the trials He sets for us, what is it that we are judged against on his scales of justice? I donāt know that I have an answer to that yet either. What I do know is that I still choose HimāHe who is tasked with refining us in life, and assessing us in death. Iāve seen the beauty and cruelty that life endures, and Him in every part. He is present in the giving and the taking, the joys and the sorrows.Ā
For all the names Iāve attributed to him, I think now He is best left nameless. There is a silent stillness to this part of him, a phantom pain of something torn asunder. I cannot shape my mouth around the sounds uttered by this void, nor is there any word in any language that I know that can describe the profundity of this aspect. Regardless, I will love Him as this dread god, a god who waits in the shadows of our end to render judgement, a god who has held my heart well in advance of its weighing.Ā
With this in mind, the past few years have been a process of me shifting my practice from something introspective to something much more tangible, a fusion of what I can offer my god and my community alike. While I retain my personal devotions at my home altar, I have found a vocation within death work as the heart of my practice. I will be deliberately vague on the exact nature of this work due to my role in a professional capacity, but I can perhaps be considered an inadvertent last confessor. While this has become my own form of offering to my god, I aim to respect the beliefs of those I assist and approach the practical aspect of what I do completely devoid of any religious or spiritual influence. I offer them a final voice with which to tell their stories, often in the pursuit of their own justice. In doing so, they are laid bare before His verdictāhidden truths and darkest shames alike.Ā
Amidst this, there is a question that haunts me: At the end of it all, are we worth His unbecoming?
I hope that you have been well! Has this time period been a struggle for you with your faith? Or has it been a comfort?
A bit of both, but I think thatās been the case for my practice in general. Comfort is short lived as Iām constantly aware of the fire at my back pushing me onward. On the one hand, this pandemic has taken away much of what made me happy in my day-to-day life. I canāt travel or hang out with my friends, and my living situation has reduced my capability to sit and pray or give offerings as I normally would. My year has pretty much just consisted of working at a job that has grown increasingly worse for my mental, emotional, and physical health.
But because of this, Iāve been forced to reevaluate what my long-term goals are past this point in time, and consider what would make me happy beyond these little things that are now not possible. Iām in the process of making a drastic career change which will hopefully incorporate my faith into a much more lived experience. Itās going to be a long road, but itās something that I hope will allow me to speak my faith through action in the long run. Had it not been for this year-from-hell, I donāt think I would have had the courage to take these steps or even considered themāI was always unhappy with what I perceived as a disconnect between my job focus/priorities and my personal focus/priorities, but i just accepted the two as being impossible to consolidate.
So all in all, my faith is the same as always in regards to constantly evolving and testing my limits. This year is no different, and yet entirely different as to the challenges presented.
Luciano Ventrone
Dare to carry the burden of the sun. If you opened your mouth and let it rest in your lungs, it would set your tongue aflameā but each of your words would run with burning liquid gold. It would pool in your pores as dense sheens of sweat, but it would wash away your sins and leave you new, cool and bare and clean. It will press upon your heart, skin, soul, like you are Atlas under the eyes of the Godsā a heavier weight than even the skyā but it will teach you to step light. If you carry the burden of the sun, you will see darkest hours. If you revel in your work, you will glow.
Archetype Inspirations | Genesis
How to love a god
1. Foolishly.
They do not care for you, do not know you. You are nothing but an amusement in a world of the mundane familiar. Savor that.
2. Unabashedly.
It is beyond your comprehension, and the study of it is your rapture. There is nothing here that you could ever understand. You do not look away.
3. Breathlessly.
When did you first feel them? When did the all encompassing pressure begin to grow? Does it matter? You cannot breathe. Its too much. You want more.
4. Desperately.
You are lost and losing more the longer you wander here, in this garden of wrong turns and impossible riddles. Inside It calls to you and promises safe passage in payment for faith. What a beautiful lie
5. Helplessly.
Of course you love them. You always have. They found you and made you theirs, isnāt it such a gift?
6. Recklessly.
You will burn yourself out in a blaze of glory in hopes that a supernova will notice, but the thrill of the burn is worth it in its own right.
7. Blindly.
You know nothing of it because you have never confronted it. It lurks behind you always, never seen but ever noticed. Whisper your prayers to the shadows, maybe one day one of them will listen.
8. Ceaselessly.
It is just out of reach, constantly flitting in and out of existence, close enough to taunt, far enough to evade your grasping claws. Youāll catch it one day. Its already caught you.
9. Thunderously.
Fight. Tear. Rend. Bleed. Blood is the oldest call to the gods and they will listen. If you spill enough that is.
10. Inevitably.
It was always going to lead you here, to the point where nothing has ever mattered but who you are and the fact that you will never change again. It does not care for you, so there is no judgement here.
11. Harmoniously.
You cannot cooexist with them for they are more than can ever be explained but you can become more-than-you if you try, a fragile counterpoint to their divine song.
12. Freely.
This was chosen for you by you by chance but the reward is an endless being, live without the boundaries of ātoo muchā.
13. Collectively.
You are but a collection of parts, but every piece of your self calls out in rapture of their use in service to the perfect whole you can become.
14. Exclusively.
No one loves your god as you do, you alone know the truth to it existence, you alone know how to fill the vacuum of nothing that cradles you. You will never fill it.
1. Foolishly.
This cannot continue. There is nothing there to love.
āI know you gave me poison. / But I emerged as gold burned in fire comes out bright as a dozen suns.ā
ā Mirabai, from tr. by Robert Bly, from The Winged Energy of Delight; āI Know You Gave Me Poison,ā
500 Picspams Challenge | #141 | Favorite Quotes ā³ Mark Twain
But who prays for Satan? Who in eighteen centuries has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it the most?
I tore from a limb fruit that had lost its green. My hands were warmed by the heat of an apple Fire red and humming. I bit sweet power to the core. How can I say what it was like? The taste! The taste undid my eyes And led me far from the gardens planted for a child To wildernesses deeper than any masterās call.
ā Toni Morrison, fromĀ āEve Remembering,ā published in The Believer
āFire is the first and final mask of my God. We dance and weep between two enormous pyres.ā
ā Nikos Kazantzakis (via astranemus)