Leave the water on a sunny windowsill or outside, preferably in direct sunlight. Sunrise, 9 am, 12 pm, and 3 pm are perfect times for this, or you can leave it from sunrise to sunset. You can also add herbs and flowers to it as well (lemon peels, orange peels, marigolds, chamomile, cinnamon, sunflower, etc.) Or charge it with some stones (like sunstone, orange calcite, citrine, tigers eye, goldstone or carnelian), but please don’t put these stones in the water. You can also make a sun tea with sun water for a very potent solar spell.
Broken by the god: Book V of Lucan’s Pharsalia describes a scene of oracular possession. Kings no longer consult the oracle for fear of the future, and for years Apollo’s “awful” shrine has been barred shut, his oracles silent.
Now, a Roman statesman named Appius has sought out a prophecy. The unfortunate priestess, wandering carefree near a spring in a remote grove, has been seized and is about to be forced to prophesy. She is terrified: “For if the god enters her chest, her punishment, or her reward, is an early death for having received him; for the human body is broken by the sting and surge of the frenzy, and the assault of the god shatters the fragile spirit.” The passage is heavy with horse-breaking terminology and sexual imagery.
When she still paused and hesitated, the priest shoved her into the temple.
Trembling at the oracular depths of the inner shrine, she lingered by the entrance–imitating the god, she offered feigned words from a heart unstirred. But no garbled, inarticulate cry proved that her mind was inspired by the divine frenzy. … Her words did not tumble forth with a roar; her voice was not great enough to fill the space of the vast cavern; the laurel wreath was not raised from her head by her hair standing on end; the doors of the temple were unmoved; the trees were still and quiet—all these betrayed her dread at trusting herself to Apollo.
[Appius knows that she is only pretending, and violently threatens her.]
Completely terrified, at last the virgin took refuge near the tripods. She drew near to the vast chasm and hesitated there–and for the first time, her heart received the divine power, which the spirit of the rock, not exhausted after so many centuries, poured into her. At last Apollo mastered the heart of a Delphian priestess; as fully as ever in the past, he forced his way into her body, driving out her former consciousness, ordering whatever was human inside her to yield her heart to his disposal.
Frantic she raves through the cave, her neck bearing the weight of possession; Apollo’s fillets and garlands are dislodged by her bristling hair, and she whirls through the empty spaces of the temple. She scatters the tripods standing in her path, boiling over with fierce flame–enduring your wrath, Phoebus.
But you do not use the whip and spur alone, plunging fire into her vital organs. She must accept the bit as well: she is not permitted to reveal as much as she knows. All time is gathered up together, all the centuries suffocate her agonized chest, the endless progression of events lies open, all the future struggles to the light: prophecy wrestles with voice, struggling to be spoken. The first day of the world, and its last, the measure of the ocean and the number of grains of sand—all of these are before her.
…
The frenzy persists, and the god, whom she has not shaken off, still controls her, since she has not told everything yet. She still rolls fierce eyes, her eyeballs wandering all over the sky–now her expression is terrified, now it is savage and twisted; her features are never quiet. A fiery flush stains her face and the ghastly color of her cheeks. Her paleness is not like the color of one who is afraid, but of one who inspires fear. Her exhausted heart finds no rest, but as the swollen sea moans hoarsely after a northern gale dies down, voiceless sighs still heave her breast.
While she was returning to the daylight from that sacred glow in which she had seen the future, the shadow of unconsciousness cut in. For Apollo poured Stygian Lethe in her inward parts, which snatched the secrets of the gods from her. Then Truth fled her chest, and knowledge of the future returned to the tripod of the god. She collapsed, and could scarcely recover.
The Nosoi were the personified spirits of plague, sickness and disease. They were numbered amongst the evil spirits which escaped from Pandora’s jar. In most Homeric literature, however, the arrows of Apollon and Artemis were the bringers of plague and sickness rather than bands of daimones.
Naiades were the nymphs of rivers, streams, lakes, marshes, fountains and springs. They were minor goddesses who attended the assemblies of the gods on Mount Olympos. Naiades, in conjunction with the goddess Artemis, were nurses of the young and the protectors of girls, overseeing their safe passage from child to adult. Apollon and the River-Gods were the complimentary guardians of boys. The Naiades were depicted as beautiful young women, usually seated, standing or reclining beside a spring, and holding a water-jug.
The true story of a glove that’s been floating in space forever since 1968.
Directors Bernardo Britto and Alexa Lim Haas were inspired to make this short film by the archival NASA documentary For All Mankind. Fascinated by a brief shot of an astronaut’s glove drifting off into the expanse of space, Britto wrote the original screenplay, Haas developed the hand painted visual style, and they directed the film together (Fuster, 2016, ShortList 2016: ‘Glove’ Turns Space Accident Into Cosmic Cartoon).Gloveplayed during the 2016 Sundance Film Festival, and coincidentally For All Mankind played at the 1989 festival, where it won both the Grand Jury Prize and Audience Award in the documentary competition.
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All that’s left do decide is whether is weirder that Dionysos and Circe actually agree on ONE thing, or that Apollo is smiling.
Seren in the first panel is a mood.
You better take better care of her, Dio, than that one time when you made her find Amphitrite and then were late. Or when you let her be medusa’d by your dad.
