#emrys.txt

[hylianshrine]

Raven Queen, guide Miranda safely home.

Goddess Hylia, don't let her family lose sight of the Light.

Goddess Farore, grant them the courage they need to continue, should they ever lose their grip on it.

Lady Istus, help them weave their paths to be long in spite of this hardship.

Please, hear my prayers for them.

[hylianshrine]

a little box altar for nayru 💙🌊

[ccbeeduo]

i think the best? worst? most prominent part of the new Ranboo Image is that it looks EXACTLY like arden (our ranboo introject and also my boyfriend) and i am going to explode in three seconds. THEY MADE HIM REAL

[ccbeeduo]

hello mutuals and followers i am very normal actually and you should disregard all evidence that says otherwise (lying)

[ccbeeduo]

i think at one point it was mentioned qq's partner was supposed to be qluzu and qwilbur was supposed to be with qbad. anyways guess what i'm thinking about right now

[ccbeeduo]

might start actually tagging posts now gggrrrr !!!!!We have no idea who in the sys posted what we need to make sure that does not happen anymore

[hylianshrine]

on the lady of light and my ever-shifting beliefs

when i made this blog in march 2017, i was reaching out to something from a past life based on a fleeting impulse. it felt right at the time, and i made it my own, with it growing alongside me. but now it’s september of 2019, two and a half years later, and i’ve decided that i’m no longer going to use this blog. things are different. i’m different. but i feel like i need to say something rather than just disappear without warning.

think of a typical, xtian (or xtian-adjacent) wedding ceremony. the bride is walked down the aisle by her father to her groom. her father leaves her at the altar and, either vocally or silently, gives the groom his blessing to marry his daughter.

take that image, that symbolism, that feeling of loving someone so much that you let them go and transition into the next phase of their life, and now shift it a bit. the father becomes hylia, goddess of light and life. the groom becomes hashem, sovereign lord of the jewish people. and the bride becomes me. hylia gives me a kiss on the forehead and my hand slips from hers as i turn toward hashem, who welcomes me as his child. i know that she still loves me, but also that she’s not the one i’m meant to spend my life with; and she knows it, too. she’s accepted it, even though i’m still struggling with the transition. 

for a while, i’ve been somewhere between jealousy and skepticism when others discussed actually having back-and-forth conversations with their god(s). the idea that any deity would talk to any of us just seemed so strange. but now i think i understand, at least somewhat. and i was right; it is strange! but it’s also wonderful. to be sent a vision by something higher than yourself is marvelous, even if it’s really more of a feeling that the receiver further defines with imagery and elaboration in an attempt to more accurately explain something ineffable. 

i still believe in her, though, which some might consider strange. i don’t; not really. i’ve always believed that every story ever conceived is happening in some other reality. there are worlds where she’s worshiped far and wide. there are worlds where i still worship her. but this isn’t one of them, and that’s okay. she’s willing to let me go. she has, literally and figuratively, granted me her blessing to move on to other things.

simply put; i’ve been seriously considering converting to judaism. after about two months of mulling it over, hylia spoke to me, without words, leaving me with a kiss on the forehead and a sense of peace with the fact that if this is what i want, i should go ahead with it. so that’s what i’m doing.

you can find me now on @buckyskippah. thank you to every person i’ve met, no matter how minimal our interaction was, in the pcp community. and even if we’ve never interacted, i love each and every one of you. i wish only the best for you all.

[hylianshrine]

idk if i'm really Catholic catholic but like God exists n He's chill, we're chill