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astrolocherry:

~ THE COSMIC WILL

Aries: And the cosmos said to Aries
“To Aries, I leave to you in my will, my exuberant spirit, my sword crafted in crimson rubies and heaven’s bleach
It can win any battle
I bequeath my fascination and awe with everything and and anything
and every happy memory from my childhood”

Taurus: And the cosmos said to Taurus
“To Taurus, I leave you to you in my will, my talent for making music in every form, from dance to piano and the creativity that gives light to the stars
I leave you every moment of pleasure I ever experienced and my many fortunes”

Gemini: And the cosmos said to Gemini
“To Gemini, I leave to you in my will, my beautiful mind, the intellect that can grasp anything in a moment, a golden notebook that can contain a thousand thoughts a minute. How perfect for you..
Now you will have the ability to be nourished by reading so you do not have to eat or sleep”

Cancer: And the cosmos said to Cancer
“To Cancer, I leave to you in my will, my ability to dream the dreams of the whole night sky
A home to you by the sea, so the ocean will sing you to sleep every night while your loved ones are close by
I leave you my divine child to raise and love, nobody can
nurture like you”

Leo: And the cosmos said to Leo
“To Leo, I leave you the complete paintbox of my creative genius, the colours and design that brought the universe to life
I leave you the Sun, so that even when you feel sad, you know that the light is yours forever
And the crown of the cosmos is yours, you are the sovereign heir, the world is your stage, so remember to always perform for me”

Virgo: And the cosmos said to Virgo
“To Virgo, I leave you my intelligence and eyes, that which conceives beyond material into every finer design. Nobody else will see what you see
And my finest handiwork will be yours, I will leave you the hands I crafted with for centuries by starlight. These are filled with the minerals of healing and therapy, these can fix anything”

Libra: And the cosmos said to Libra
“To Libra, I leave you my heart, it is the most striking of all, capable of consuming and generating all love and harmony
I leave you a life of peace, one free of treachery, unkindness or dishonesty. My eye for design will be yours, the ability to bring worlds together, turn colours into rainbows, and language into poetry”

Scorpio: And the cosmos said to Scorpio
“To Scorpio, I leave you my sacred power, that which originated at the beginning of time, and you will visit this place often
and become acquainted with the beauty of nothingness
The most powerful healing tonic of the cosmos will be yours, ready for you when you become enlightened and aware
I leave you the ability to be reborn, like me, again and again, so you will eventually fly on this dimension”

Sagittarius: And the cosmos said to Sagittarius
“To Sagittarius, I leave you my stories and my archives, my records and my guides, my books and libraries
All the knowledge of the cosmos will be yours
I give you every drop of bottled laughter and joy
You will hardly recognise a moment of sadness amongst the sheer delight”
Capricorn: And the cosmos said to Capricorn
“To Capricorn, I leave you my greatest talents and skills, I leave you my wisdom and my secret insights
My magic and mastery, and the strongest backbone at all, then you will ability to stand tall amongst any obstacle you face down there”

Aquarius: And the cosmos said to Aquarius
“To Aquarius, I leave you my genius, my intellectual brilliance, my ability to create worlds from pure imagination
I leave you the heavenly knowledge that you will relish to share
And I leave you the whole world to protect, every dolphin, and baby, and rainforest tree. You are my sovereign guardian. Mother Earth is your mother”

Pisces: And the cosmos said to Pisces
“To Pisces, I leave you all of my dreams and vision, the canvas and paintbox that mused the universe, the ability to make art out of emotion
The whole ocean is yours, and when you submerge you will feel home, it will be nice to know, you can always visit home
I leave you everything, and most importantly, I leave you the ability to see me everytime you see yourself, so you will know that you are forever”

-Cherry

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astrolocherry:

The Libra can be a winsome romancer, lost in a daze
of illustrious ideals and fantasy. But she is not always so delicate and passive. She can use words as daggers when she views an injustice. She can be a designer and an artist, living in a world of flowers and sensory delight, but
she can be an academic, reeling in on air intellect coursing through a
pure Venusian love of learning.
The Libra is all about equality and being impartial without bias or prejudice, so
they can both hold their own, relish, and collaborate with
the opposite sex without crisis. Relationships with other people are formed
with fresh and clear eyes, objective fair minded, and open for
the new experience. And such a person can ignite any portrait of the Libra that rests inside, so to make a person feel safe, or invited, or at home.
Libra brings people home because they reflect divine mirrors, like you can
break off a piece of Libra and see yourself in the reflection. They are
this golden vapor that travels through every mind and body, she can be the
woman who wears a thousand faces, their social intuition providing an effortless and exquisite chameleon spirit. 

-Cherry

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mbtipical:

The Slytherin INTP:

Probably more Si-heavy than most INTPs.  Prompting a like of traditionalism (even if they won’t admit it/ aren’t great at keeping to it) and a habit of holding grudges. May be more interested in history or archaeology than the stereotypical maths and science. Other people can sometimes be seen as an inconvenience if they get in the way of whatever task these INTPs have taken on, and if they interfere will probably be dealt with harshly. However the Slytherin trait of fraternity is also important to these inferior Fe users. They form extremely close bonds with people and although INTPs may not be too confrontational by nature, should the opportunity present itself they will stand up for those close to them.

Compared to INTPs in the other houses these Slytherins may be the most difficult to read. Being careful to keep their cards close to their chest and reveal only necessary information that will get them closer to what they want. Given the chance they would make surprisingly good leaders: their open minds, in depth analysis and problem solving skills give them an advantage in a group. But they often struggle to voice their thoughts and this causes a lack of confidence and many other problems in that department. Like most INTPs they may seem lazy and unmotivated, but they’re more ambitious than they will let on. Scared of being told they’re being unrealistic. Their INTP fear of failure and need for perfection often prevents them from reaching for their goals, which they may resent about themselves. They so want to aim high, but they’re so scared of falling. But on occasion they find bursts of determination that sets them on their path. If only they could find a way to keep it up.

Key values they’re good with: Cleverness, fraternity, self preservation, cunning, resourcefulness.

Values they need to keep in mind: Ambition, determination, leadership.

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snapslikethis:

Confession: I used to belong to trump culture.

Not entirely willingly, mind. I was young, religious, and I made the naïve mistake in thinking that all Christians were like the ones I had encountered at my home church: warm, tolerant, kind. I fell in love, and we did what young, hormonal Christian teenagers did: rushed into a marriage.

I realized my mistake almost immediately, but it took far too long to get out.

Personally, I endured abuse at the hands of my new husband—mental, physical, sexual, economic, emotional. You name it, he did it. Brutal is an understatement. He systematically broke me down until I was a shell of a human being. I’m still dealing with the emotional fallout and physical side effects, and I probably will be for another decade at least.

That’s personally, but let’s talk his family. Because he was an extreme case, yes, but he was raised with the idea that women existed to keep their mouths shut and their legs open. I spit out two children faster than I could whip my head, because birth control wasn’t part of god’s grand plan for my life. I was fulfilling my purpose as a mother, and wasn’t that great? My husband didn’t want the first baby. He wanted me for himself, see? Abortion was unthinkable, but he fully expected to carry a baby—my baby—to term, then give it away.

Keeping him was my first rebellion. Keeping the next one was my second.

In the time I belonged to that family, I watched my mother-in-law endure the same, though less extreme mistreatment. I watched every young female family member be groped by the family patriarch. “That’s just how it is.” I was shamed for making a fuss about it. I watched an older cousin try to sexually assault my teenage sister-in-law and she was the one who felt ashamed. We women made family dinners while the men sat on their asses. My husband and I lived with his parents for a short time. She and I would go to work each morning—an hour each way—with our husbands sitting in their robes in the living room, playing video games. When we returned hours later, weary, exhausted, they hadn’t moved. The standard greeting? “What’s for dinner.”

That’s his family, and yes, some families are sexist, but let’s talk about church. That’s where all of this is validated, encouraged, taught. Imagine my shock, when I went to my new husbands’ family church and encountered muted xenophobia and racism, a heavy dose of homophobia, and some damned overt sexism (see above.)

Equal roles, but different. Sound familiar? This is still being taught to little girls today.

In church, I listened with quiet disgust as pastors preached about how awful my sister—one of the gays—was. I piped up and asked how that sexual sin was any different than the two young church kids who’d just been caught “in a bad way”, soon to expect their first baby. Sexual sin is sexual sin, isn’t it? I sure did get an earful for that one. We did church boycotts: Disney, Target. Every Sunday School class: Job, cookies, and lets pray God saves the moos-lims before they all come over and blow us up. We revered people with white savior complexes who went to be jesus’s hands and feet and save the poor, helpless Africans.

Hate and ignorance, wrapped up in the holy Scripture. Hallelujah.

Meanwhile, I endured this abuse. This abuse, and every door slammed in my face as my husband hit me, tortured me. “Stay true to your vows,” the pastor would say. “You have communication issues,” our sister-in-law would tell us. My mother-in-law: “Linds, you just have to accept it. Love is a choice.”

“But what about the part where it says that husbands are to love their wives like Christ loves the church?” I asked.

My brother in law, joking: “This is why women aren’t supposed to speak in church.”

This America is alive and kicking, kids. It’s never gone away; it’s just been lurking, behind closed doors. “Pass the casual racism and meat loaf, would you? And get me a glass of water while you’re up. Ketchup, too.” What I’m scared about, truly, is that I know this. And these ideas are now validated. Now mainstream. Almost 50% of our population believes this is a good idea.

“It’s our time to take America back.”

What in the hell, if they’ve been saying these things behind closed doors, and if they believe them In The Name Of God—what in the hell are they going to say in the open, now? What in the hell are they going to do?

The 50s are revered as the aspirational yester-year, days gone by. Progress, as we call it, is godlessness to them. We, the godless libs, took Jesus out of schools. We’ve gone wrong ever since.

This is the America people want back, and that’s my first fear.

The second is this:

I got out. And I’m terrified that this, my success story, won’t happen anymore.

I’m the rare statistic. I un-brainwashed and educated myself. I got counseling (against every Christian advice) to treat severe post-partum depression. In the process of becoming a healthier person, I realized what a goddamn mess I was.

It took three tries and a pastor-pseudo-therapist legitimately telling me, “You know if he hits you again, Linds, I’m going to have to tell you to leave.” 

All regretful, like it was bad news.

“Why should I stick around and wait for it to happen again?” I asked.

He didn’t have an answer. I left the next week.

It took a few boldfaced lies (it’s temporary, it’s just a separation), and a few miracles, and a large support system of family and friends who all but plucked me out of that hell.

For leaving? My price was excommunication. From his family, our friends, our church. I am the heathen who Divorced my Husband and broke our home. In that entire city, only three people talk to me now.

(No loss, but it took a long time to recognize that.)

I never, ever would have made it on my own. I had two small children, a new job that barely paid a living wage, and I was, as I’ve said, a shell of a human being. I left him and went straight to the human services office. Without subsidized childcare, healthcare, and food supplements, we would have starved or been homeless. It never would have been possible.

These are the services that will probably be cut first.

How will anyone in my situation ever be able to leave? They won’t. Not to mention federal funding for shelters, crisis counseling for families, healthcare for abused women, and legal services for domestic violence victims. Throw in a court system that doesn’t value women, and a cultural mentality that believes what happens behind closed doors should stay behind closed doors… What hope do abused, trapped women have? None in hell.

If this is what makes America great again, I want out. I’ve been there, done that, and I’m never, ever doing it again.

You’ll take it back over my cold, lifeless body.

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