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Two dreams, one after the close, was a few weeks ago.

No. 1 - I'm short holiday in Israel (for whatever reason). It is terribly unnerving and exhausting, but not because of any terrorist false alarms or heat or anything, but because I'm traveling by public transport and somewhere constantly forget parts of my huge luggage or must carry around. Finally
falls me a hot boiling that I need to urgently get my return flight from the hill Golgotha is (!???). I rock the bus through Jerusalem and it is later and later. I know when exiting I have at best five minutes to hard packed up the mountain to rush. I'm always nervous until we finally arrive. As the doors open, I see to my horror, a huge horde of evangelical tourists in tropical white suits that blocked his way. Groaning and cursing I shovel me through and watch. 'Please do not push, each only a cross', or what?

No. 2 - with my sister in the courtyard of our family's house, the stairs at the garden. Cat call every evening and feed the cat. Suddenly, behind us in the direction of house one female on the court. It looks kind of hurt and then begins to change. The fur falls out, the skin dissolves partly in bloody rags, the figure is growing, and seconds later, we compared a slim blonde woman in coat and black hat, my sister does not UNAE ; similar, maybe slightly older.
greets us as if they knew us. Together we walk out of the house on the road (it is now night of them) and she explains that she is our sister. We are not the children of human parents, but as Shapeshifter, descendants of a sea of people from the deepest waters of the North Sea.
I dream that I taoyuan of and Xiangyu am awakened, we break down in an old VW bus somewhere in the summer on. About an hour later I wake up then really. The two now have had breakfast.

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5 words

liriaen   gave me five words that came to her mind concerning me and I will concern myself with what they mean to me...
Meanwhile, if you'd like five words from me for yourself, just leave a note.

At first, this is a primal archetype to me, as I see most of the things called ghost or gods as idea(l)s with a will of their own, be it physically manifest or mere spiritual. He, Pan, may be one of the most primordial of them all, being a classical lord of beasts and nature, ruling and ruled by instinct. To me he seems inseparable from others like Cernunnos or Silvanus, and I have incorporated them more than once in my life. Still, I can turn into a being of that kind quite easily, if certain strings are pulled... He's the one who lets me look into the abyss with indulgence, though I have to separate from him once more to find the concentration and focus to turn the experience into a solid form.

It's water-loving, green and likes to dwell in the half-shade on aged stones. We have a lot in common, the moss and I. ;) And I like how it smells and feels... (do I sound like Salad Fingers now? ouch.)

While I enjoy the green fey from time to time, I'm not so much connected with wormwood itself as some others may be. I once got a small flask of very delicate absinthe as birthday present from a friend, and it lasted nearlya two years. I only took from it on certain occasions, but it gave me good dreams more than once. Not so far ago, I read about an absinthe addict who found all his needed creativity in the bottle, yet over the years lost a lot of intuitive abilities like swimming or bicycle driving. No, I would not be willing to pay a price like that.

The term is somewhat ambivalent. If I take it literally, it might go together with my idea that no religious ideal may be generalized or compulsive for everyone. Indeed there are entities I do revere (as ephemeral as they might be) in honest if mostly unspectacular ways, but I do quite enjoy a good bit of moderate blasphemy, for I think it's simply impossible to demolish the core of religion (for as good as no one living might know where to locate it). If there's one way to recognize a fanatic ten miles against the wind, it's the sad fact that they're impossible to make fun of themselves.

So, I'm ending with an archetype, too. Mephistopheles may be a devil, but not a very christian one. He's a trickster of the old breed, smart, tasteful and enjoying himself while playing his part as best as he can. It's impossible to imagine Faust without him. He shows that there's no passion without evil and no true art without contradiction. He's all the potential that can never be fulfilled lest the world would be exhausted. But the longing remains und das ist auch gut so.

5 words from additional sevenin :

Well, the magazine of the same name I buy, not often, but like them very much, and it illustrates very well my attitude, when it comes to some public concern shit or great political outrage ... With the original wreck I connect nurmehr a strong fascination for the mysteries of the deep sea. I'm big fan of the kind gerschuldet Architeuthis dux, which is perhaps my earthy-liquid nature.

In vino veritas! Wine is not only a passion but is with me in the family. Almost all of the paternal branch of the wine have been connected to it and the tradition is still held up by my great-aunt, who fabricated on her matriarchal-organized by the world's best Winzergut Dornfelder. Probably made my ancestors ever since the invasion of the Roman ...

I just wanted to leave it, that my childhood was (in a positive sense) so not so protected, but you probably mean the passive participle of "jmd Put a hat, next right? The specific hat was given to me anno 2006 by a Mr Argovicos, and since then we are inseparable from home I feel naked without it literally, while one with him actually always felt safe and well cared for. In addition, a Katharinenrad's turn, so no one can tell me that I had a wheel off.

Why all think of "ex oriente lux" only to ancient Mediterranean city-states? Why not Slavs, Danube, Carpathian, Migration? For me, the absolute porn words. Even older than my actual move to the former zone and my prospective exploration of the entire Soviet bloc, however, my enthusiasm for Transylvania, commonly known as Transylvania, where I've built up over the years a kind of second spiritual home. With so many places where I connect people and history (n) and in the longer term I do not think of an abstinence from this RO-Mania. Since I also French (or kelto) phil am,'s tearing me more times in various directions.

okay, I'm probably not in the sense of "player" but of "gamers," although I do with pimply nerds like "Fear of Girls" would have to do. I do believe that the role play made me a better person, at least one with more awareness and repertoire. I have since recently even sometimes omitted in an education seminar at which I was invited as a demonstration for the unit of a friend. Seems as if the technical education opportunities for role play are still largely underestimated, since the first associations always lead inevitably to pizza boxes and plastic figurines ...
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Beauty And The Beast Drinking Game

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You Scored as Freyr Freyr 90% Odin 80% Hel 80% Njord 70% Bragi 70% Thor 70% Tyr 60% Loki 50% Sif 40% Skadi 40% Heimdall 20% Freya 20% Balder 20% Frigg 10%

Hm, I remember someone said something like that before. But hey, there are also 80% Odin! Must be due to my bad eyes ;)
BTW: I rocked my history exam today. AaaaHUU!!