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No.mostpeople really dont notice a bit when yyou disappear

[revpapaj]

Some Pictures I Took From Fet Gede.

I enjoyed this years Fet Gede. This Sosyete not only celebrates the spirits here in the city. But respects and honors others Day of the Dead traditions also.

Fet Gede in Haiti is just such a past-honoring event. Known as the Festival of the Ancestors, Fet Gede ( = The Sacred Dead) is the Vodou equivalent of Mardi Gras, the Mexican Day of the Dead, and Halloween, all in one. So everyone dresses up.

But here are some pics I took while I was there. Check back for the video.

Spirit Statue. Gede Statue

Baron Altar. Baron La Croix

Some kind of death mermaid statue.

It's cool.

One of the children of the spirits dancers in the Oufo. Dressed as a spirit of the Dead. Gede.

🖕Me and Ghanaian Priest & Master Drummer Osofo Andrew.

🖕 Me & Mambo Sally.

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I meet these women and though there costumes were cool.

🖕 the top is of a Haitian Oungan he and Andrew and some others released the Gede spirits after the Fet Gede was over. We told them thank you and then we all sayed a prayer.

This is the Haitian Oungan with the white powder on his face he was dancing and smoking cigarettes the spirits came and jumped a few people that night.

[dindjarindiaries]

Remember when we actually got to hear Din Djarin chuckle with true amusement and happiness

[marchhealy]

[devilloved-blog]

sore. continuing from here. @devilwise

𝕬kira shifts idly as he looks at the blond, his arms kept to his sides tightly. What was the problem with Ryo all of a sudden? Love was human, yet it was a very dangerous game to play. There was no hiding the fact that yes, Love can be horrendous and hurt more than any slow crush of the ribcage. Yet, it was worth the risk. Love, when in bloom and rest, is the most fulfilling and satisfying feeling in existence. The pleasure of being in love, having someone be in love with you, and simply knowing you can experience such a blissful moment with another human being is incredible. Whether it is romantic or platonic, love is worth every second of longing or harm. Love was never intended to hurt long term, or is not guaranteed to leave a bruise in it’s wake. Fate decides that. The harm a broken heart leaves is almost never mended, but the risk is worth a million tries.  It is possible that Ryo is frightened. Scared of a shattered heart that many experience after love. There are countless songs sung, poems written, and heartbreak thrown onto the world through media. On the other hand, the experience of a love well spent or even the task of love is just as projected through the world as it’s negative counterpart. There is reasoning for Ryo to be scared of love, or rather to wane away from it in order to keep his heart content and safe from shatter. The bliss of love does not touch every soul, there is always the sliver of a chance that dreaded heartbreak will drown their heart and keep it muddied over for eternity. The haunt of a love lost is never fancied. In Akira’s opinion, he wishes Ryo didn’t have the mindset that love is supposed to hurt. Ever since they were children, the blond has always had a soft spot in his heart. Akira was fond of Ryo in many ways, romantically as of late. He wouldn’t normally be so bold and bring up the subject of love, but he believed the situation permitted it. He throws an arm around Ryo’s shoulder, the television in front of them playing a random chick flick he had selected half an hour ago. He wanted to muse to Ryo about how amazing love is and how beautiful it can be when it erupts positively. “Are you scared of love, Ryo? Have you ever been in love?” Is a careful set of questions that he asks instead. Akira’s hand rests gingerly on the slender shoulder of his best friend, watching the colors of his pale face change with every flicker of the bright television screen in the dark. Akira has definitely been in love before, and is now, but he still feels the ache of the past.

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Give Us This Day Our Daily Bread

On Saturday, my wife said that she had read on the Cove’s forum that blueberries were ready to pick down at the community garden and asked if I could pick some for her. Wanting to be a good husband and knowing from years of training that the two best words a man can utter are, “Yes, dear,” I replied that Sunday would be a better day to do her bidding. So, yesterday, when time availed itself, my…

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