#naritive

[brujeria-n-bongs]

Quick full-circle / validation moment: (it’s long - don’t say I didn’t warn you)

When I was about 10 y/o, about a week before my first holy communion, I found this scapular in a cardboard box that was left unpacked after a move. I asked my family about it and no one knew who it belonged to; and so as a “early communion gift” my mom handed it back to me and said, “It’s yours, it’ll protect you”. Over the course of the next few years, I lost interest in church and subsequently, God. I felt a lot of inner conflict between my religion and being gay. I stopped believing and stopped caring about all things Godly. I packed up my saint statues and paintings and icons galore (Catholics am I rights), I put every Bible into a box, and threw it to the furthest corner of my bedroom for it to remain hidden. My life remained like that for years… Empty and dark. Around 2017, through what was most likely a random Tumblr post, I started becoming interested in paganism and Herbalism and occult things (“Into” as if I haven’t been a magic - magnet since I was born [that’s a story for later]). I found my self bouncing through traditions and esotarotcisms and got no magical results. I went back to my roots and started reconnecting with the saints and spirits I’ve always known and now they’ve asked me to share my journey. This scapular ( the original point of this weed-induced tangent) portrays 2 saints I’m honored to work with and to call my friends. I just think it goes to show you that no one can run from their calling. It’s also SUPER validating to know that these saints have always been with me.

I give thanks to the Blessed Virgin, Queen of heaven and earth. I give Thanks to St Jude the apostle. I give thanks to El Santo Niño de Atocha. I give thanks to Saint Michael, the Archangel. I give thanks to the litany of saints, to the angles of heaven, and to my ancestors passed.

I plan on posting more of my work and worship and I look foward to collaborating with the community. I’m respectful of any and all traditions and beliefs, so I ask the same in return. 🌹📿🕯️

[arayhstoriesoriginalunivers-blog]

Tired of waiting for her sister to wake up Peridot walked outside in two swift movements and stood aginst the door somewhat crying, why she didn't know, it wasn't leaving her father that made her this way, no, it was seeing her sister for the first time in 13 years, she thought more about it and cried more walking into the middle of the parking lot she tipped her head upwards letting the rain land in soft drops on her face hoping to be releaved of her sadness, this weight to be lifted off her chest, just one word to be said that solved all her problems, now she knew those would never come, but that didn't stop her from hopping a bit to much that one day she'd find that one person who melted all her problems helped her carry the weight and no matter how hard things get, they wouldnt leave. Oh how hard she hoped.

[arayhstories-blog]

Her sister cought her grimice and sighed saddly and started to sing her song. Laura stopped looking like she was about to cry and started singing along and grinned at her sister..... Stars its been forever since she last saw her.. Scarlet.... The ever beautiful Scarlet... Laura's older sister.. Laura had always envied her in an odd way. She didn't have to hope to be pretty or the person who never had to go one day without at least one friend... She had a whole posse with her.... Then she joined that biker gang and lost all of them who where replaced with her gang... Stars how she loved them.. Laura couldn't begin to fathom why her beautiful sister loved the gang. Scarlet hugged her and started to cry onto her shoulder.

[ronald-reeves]

My #Monday lets talk about #data #naritive and #people being dumb. Two more fucking weeks bitch. #degree

[volatilefox]

Whispering

Thundering and shaking foretell the events to come. The darkness of the sky and the thick smog surrounding the city hide the looming clouds. They beam down at us, bodies full of the secret life giving force, that drives us all. Suddenly they can't contain themselves and rain bursts from their robust engorged shapes. Castles in the sky so swollen with water they are no longer fit for Knights. Unicorns fat with greed over dew grass.  The drops slam the cement splashing and cooling the shadowed stone. The pools bleeding into parking lots, and street gutters. Washing away dirt and oil from the day. Washing away the sun's heat, settling the pollen from the air. Resting seedlings into the soil to sprout and grow another day. The downpour is short, but it leaves the air clean. The people head inside, and the storm is followed by a quiet no other can second. The remaining rain whispers quietly as it trickles down the old gutter pipes, it babbles across the stones that protect the earth from washing away. The water tells secrets from it's voyage to nurture the earth. Something we can't hear with our ears but feel in our hearts.