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[ihopenoonereadsmydairy]

Aimless Knight by King's Kaleidoscope

It's been a minute since I last made one of these breakdowns. Let's see if I remember how (lol I've only made 3 anyways).

Right then left, diggin' a sweat Head down, dead ground, shovel, step Milk and honey, milk and honey

I don't kneel, I won't yield Low light, no sight, tunnel Zeal Silk and money, silk and money

The...Protagonist let's say, is toiling for the promised land. "tunnel Zeal" single minded determination. However, this determination and perseverance that he prides himself in has overshadowed the promise of the covenant. He now works towards worldly treasures, "silk and money"

So, where does the garden blossom deep within my soul? All I know is striving for this harvest of fool's gold

"So where does the garden blossom deep within my soul" This portion of the pre-chorus is sung in a breathy falsetto, as if its something outside of himself or his subconscious whispering this question. Forcing him to reflect about what/who he's really working for.

Oh! Aimless knight Oh! Faithless fight

He's trained his whole for battle, but battle what? Fight who? His life has been suffering and determination, but it's worthless (vapor) if there is no one to fight for. The title of knight is worthless without a King.

Demon diamond, where you hidin'? Keep me on a mission like a singin' siren Rippin' up roots, diggin' up truths Hacking up the vine, stacking up dead fruit Get it, better pick up the pace Today, don't waste away Get it, better pick up the pace Today, don't waste away

"Demon diamond", "singin siren." Worldly desires and treasures are like the songs of sirens. Beautiful and alluring, but ultimately leading to death. We hear from everywhere to go, go, go and not to waste a single day. Every second is a time where you can be working. And although it's true that we shouldn't waste a single day, the worldly interpretation of this doesn't produce the fruit of the spirit.

So where does the garden blossom deep within my soul? All I know is striving for this harvest of fool's gold

Oh! Aimless knight Oh! Faithless fight Oh! Aimless knight Oh! Faithless fight

The second time the pre-chorus is sung, he sings louder and with more vigor. Now he has brought this thought, this feeling, to the forefront of his mind. He realizes he has been striving towards a meaningless life.

I didn't see you, I didn't care Looking for lightning under the stairs Hunting for feeling, firing aflare Chasing the purpose out of despair You were the one truth I wouldn't dare Give me your blessing Teach me your prayer For beauty in stillness Rest in the snare Settle my spirit Spirit, abide in me Spirit, abide in me Spirit, abide in me

This part is in strong juxtaposition to the fast paced offbeat rhythm of the rest of the song. Here, he's come to realize the stillness and the peace of the presence of God, and ask for Christ to abide in his soul and teach him how to rest in the truth and blessing that only God can give.

[thejuniperjinx]

I grew up in a eclectic, mixed religious home. My Dad let me read whatever I wanted, and I was a voracious reader. I have listed below the weird shit I still do, out of habit, and because the Fae will f you up if you play with them...

I avoid mirrors in the dark because the sidhe can grab you through them. Always turn on the light or have a nightlight

Never sleep near an uncovered window. The fae can get you at doors and windows if you are not on guard

Ditto on doors. Do not sleep with your back to them. They will get you.

Candles must be extinguished before sunset if lit during daylight. You're ok if you light them after dark. The flames attract ghosts.

Hang rosemary and sage near your front door for protection. If you can grow them in planters near the door

Salt your entryways when you move in. It keeps all the negative out. Refresh on the first full moon of the new year.

On NYE everyone leaves the house for a moment. The first one in must be dark haired and dark eyed. Neglecting to do this brings bad luck. For some reason my brain calls this person 'first foot' might be from Irish fairy tales I was read as a kid.

Thank the land you collect shit from. I live on the key peninsula. I pick up rocks, sticks and seashells constantly. Always thank the land and sea for what you take. 

Never leave the woods empty handed. You were called there for a reason. Dont insult the woods by not bringing their offer home.

Unless you know for a fact what creature is making that sound ahead, turn around and leave. The Sasquatch dont want you there.

If you hear the Squatches howling, put out your campfire and retire to your tent or car. If you have neither, hide in your sleeping bag. They are warning you.

If you're like my weirdo ass, and go ghost hunting, clean your hands with moon water and salt before returning home. The things you seek are less likely to follow you home. Holy water is a good alternative as well.

Add moon water or holy water to your favorite lotion or creme. Something you use everyday. The fae avoid you if you wear your blessings.

Religious iconography only works if what you fear believes in God. Most fae don't. Iron is your friend, use it.

Never pick up a dry hitchhiker in a rainstorm, unless you're protected from possession. The road ghosts will make you regret it.

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