Phenomenon #48 by Angela Lane (2020)

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Phenomenon #48 by Angela Lane (2020)
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i open my hands to heaven. i say:
“name yourself.”
( who are you. what are you like. what have you done? )
His eye opens to me. it is a galaxy of sound. it is e minor thrumming in my blood, it is every song i have not heard. it is a man two hundred years ago tuning his mother’s piano with gentle hands. it is the old, rattling house she left behind, it is his smile when it covers him in dust. sunlight falls over him like grief through the open windows. sunlight falls over him like love.
i open my hands to heaven. i say (my teeth are clenched) i say:
“name yourself.”
His eye opens to me again and i am thrown weeping to the ocean floor with cracks in my hull. the sea roars in my mouth and i spit it from my lungs. three thousand miles away someone is playing black and ivory keys with no finesse but plenty of soul. rain hums on the surface of the sea as the dead wait to be alive again. i am weighed down by an indescribable love of all things. i am weighed down by His indescribable love of all things.
i open my hands to heaven. my soul is shaking. what He is and has done and will be is written in a thousand forms. i am not.
i whisper
“name me,”
and the room echoes.
– a conversation (what have I chosen to be?) (via vulcan.txt)
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i. angels must think that love is one sided. angels do not understand love like we do, their languages are too dissimilar from our own. how can something with so many eyes only see forward. i think they like that we try, though. i mean, we do send them little gifts. poems and prayers and lonely mornings. they send us back coffee and cupcakes and a little hope under our tongue. in this way, we are both parts of the universe, trying to care for each other.
ii. i tell my dad i think angels are probably made from flowers. there's an angel in charge of every petal. angels are in toast. angels are in gasoline; it's why they burn with holy fire and why motor oil smells so good.
iii. to my dog i am an angel. he tells me he loves me in the language we have both decided is our code - he presses his head against mine, and we both sigh. i cannot love like an animal, which would be better for me - the unname love, without speech.
iv. i think my angel is plucking her feathers from stress. it must be very hard, to love something that is intent on destroying itself.
v. sometimes it is enough to love something, i mean. pressing our fingers to the mirror and breathing our little lives into the fog. today is a hard one, though. maybe tomorrow you and i can be an angel for the bird outside, and watch it take flight. we'll both know we love it, in our own private language - and give our heart into it. i'll be the angel of daybreak. you can be the angel of dawn. we can both collect the spray of the world and spin it into yarn.
things that are angels: fungi. computer programming. bioluminescent creatures in the middle of the pacific ocean that have never been seen by people. a weird restaurant server late at night pouring coffee. overgrown things. androids and robots. etc
puritisaint : angel of purity
mossfaunsaint : angel of rotting, mossed over deer/fauns
fogardesaint : angel of gardens, fogged over and being stormed on with rain
pinkcorasaint : angel of pink coral
Tag yourself, I’m the Classic.
"why does ur boyfriend have 6 wings, one pair covering his eyes, one covering his body, and one covering his feet..." he's shy okay
these pictures dont look real
coincidentally, i just came across a resource on guided meditation to figure out your kintype and spiritual 'kin stuff in general, and i feel so ! about that, like i want to talk about it! im so eager to share my experiences, limited as they might be, with someone who understands! it's an incredible feeling of excitement and awe, like i just discovered a new facet of myself. im really looking forward to future moments like this one
I’d love to hear more about the guided meditation that you speak of ^^
right, so i couldn't find that post again, but it provided a book written by a therian - and the meditation is really more suited for figuring out one's theriotype, but i kind of changed it a bit according to what i already remembered.
the meditation starts with finding a comfortable position and focusing on each part of your body from toes to the top of your head, relaxing muscles as you go. then you imagine that the dark in front of your eyes becomes a forest and really picture it in as much detail as you can, including sounds, smells and touch.
then someone appears behind your back, and you instinctively know it's yourself. you turn around to see your other self, note how they look and then you can ask them any question you'd like. after you're done, step closer to them and you should melt into each other. when you're alone again, picture yourself and notice how your appearance changed. then you can will the forest to fade away and finish the meditation.
so, that's what i did! again, it's not my own idea, im just retelling what i remember from that book. hopefully it makes sense ^^
oh, also came across this post recently, i feel like might be helpful as well
coincidentally, i just came across a resource on guided meditation to figure out your kintype and spiritual 'kin stuff in general, and i feel so ! about that, like i want to talk about it! im so eager to share my experiences, limited as they might be, with someone who understands! it's an incredible feeling of excitement and awe, like i just discovered a new facet of myself. im really looking forward to future moments like this one
I’d love to hear more about the guided meditation that you speak of ^^
right, so i couldn't find that post again, but it provided a book written by a therian - and the meditation is really more suited for figuring out one's theriotype, but i kind of changed it a bit according to what i already remembered.
the meditation starts with finding a comfortable position and focusing on each part of your body from toes to the top of your head, relaxing muscles as you go. then you imagine that the dark in front of your eyes becomes a forest and really picture it in as much detail as you can, including sounds, smells and touch.
then someone appears behind your back, and you instinctively know it's yourself. you turn around to see your other self, note how they look and then you can ask them any question you'd like. after you're done, step closer to them and you should melt into each other. when you're alone again, picture yourself and notice how your appearance changed. then you can will the forest to fade away and finish the meditation.
so, that's what i did! again, it's not my own idea, im just retelling what i remember from that book. hopefully it makes sense ^^