The Lakes of Mount Kelimutu, Indonesia are considered to be the resting place for departed souls, the lakes are locally referred to as “the lake of evil spirits”. All 3 lakes change colour from blue to green to black or red unpredictably.
dude what
I SEARCHED THIS UP AND THEY ACTUALLY CHANGE WOW
Cyclic reactions?
It’s not cyclic reactions, it’s the departed souls can no one on tumblr read.
“Tor was considered to be very dangerous. On Manstad [farm], in the socken of Lerdal, Dalsland, they had a farmhand who was so terribly strong. This farmhand liked to brag. One evening he sat there, bragging and boasting of his own strength to his master. He (the farmhand) assured that he wasn’t scared to wrestle¹ with Tor himself. Later [that evening], the farmhand was going to the barn to look after the animals, and when he got outside, he met a guy who wanted to wrestle¹ [him]. And the farmhand agreed. "If you’re going to wrestle with me, then you’ll have to be strong,” the guy said, [because] it was Tor himself. The farmhand was thrown over the roof and [landed] head first in the dung-heap. He had to lie [in bed] for a month after this ordeal, and he never regained his strength. And he wasn’t too keen on wrestling anymore, as Tor had made him lose his appetite [for the sport].“
- sägen from Lerdal, Dalsland, as told by Ebbe Schön in Svenska sägner
¹Original uses the word ‘livtag’, which also means 'hug’. (I’m not gonna hide the gay vibes from y'all.)
‘Cause I knew you Steppin’ on the last train Marked me like a bloodstain, I knew you Tried to change the ending Peter losing Wendy, I knew you Leavin’ like a father Running like water, And when you are young, they assume you know nothing
Porque te conocí Caminando sobre el último tren Marcándome como una mancha de sangre,
Te conocí Y traté de cambiar el final Peter perdiendo a Wendy,
Te conocí Yéndote como un padre Corriendo como el agua
Myth: There were many Uwabami in mythology, with one story telling of a snake spirit who fell in love with a human woman. The father of the woman tricked the snake out of the marriage, and in anger the spirit flooded the region, only stopping when the woman sacrificed herself.
Facts:
Uwabami were gluttonous creatures, devouring great amounts of food and alcohol.
Uwabami have the power to shape shift.
Uwabami had control over waters, wind, and rain, and in some accounts could fly despite being wingless.
Some accounts state that Uwabami, like all serpents, are part of the dragon species.
remember when I pulled up and said, “get in the car”, and then canceled my plans just in case you’d call? back when I was livin’ for the hope of it all (for the hope of it all). (x)
Embroidery of a traditional Sorbian Easter egg, made by me as an Easter gift for family members.
Feat: Blown-out sorbian eggs my aunt brought us years ago.
Although English isn’t my first language, I’ll try to explain the symbolism:
In Lusatia/ the Spreewald - more specifically, in Sorbian Culture - before every Easter we are meant to decorate the Easter eggs with the special technique, called Bossiertechnik, which requires wax, feathers, needle pens and natural dye. The decorated eggs are a gift from Godmothers and godfathers to their Godchild, as well as the Patensemmel, which is some kind of a bread roll.
Even though me and my sister don’t have godparents, every year, our aunt brought us her beautifully hand painted eggs. So this year, I also have a special gift for her and my uncle!
Historically, the tradition of Sorbian Eastereggs comes both from Christianity and Paganism, as well as medieval Folklore. Each symbol and color has it’s own meaning. After they’ve been gifted to the godchildren, they were rolled over a field for fertility and a good harvest. Another fertility spell was to ride a horse around the field. Both traditions were varied over the centuries - today, the Osterreiter are riding from one village to the other, to proclaim the resurrection of the Lord, and kids are playing Eierrollen as game (you and your friends are rolling your eggs down a hill - to win the game, your egg has to be the farthest or beat other eggs).
As I said, these colorful eggs don’t come without a special meaning. Of course, everything can be interpreted different from town to town, but overall, they just bring you good fortune.
So here’s how to interpret mine:
The suns you can see (in the middle, on the sides and on the top and the bottom) will bring you health and growth - they also symbolize, well, a sun. Putting three triangles into an ornament, is one of the strongest protections spells - the circles made of single triangles are there for protection too. In this egg, they not only protect the ones I’ll give this embroidery to, but also my wish for health and growth. The “V"s - called Crow’s foot - are used to boost the other symbols. The four single white flowers are meant to ensure a good future and more growth.
I used different tones of green for health and luck. White is like a basic color you’ll find in nearly every egg - some might say it stands for the holy spirit or Purity. Yellow is the color of the sun (I just used it for the aesthetic you know XD). Blue is meant to symbolise things like healing, peace or harmony.
So, long story short, the embroidery I did for my family members can be interpreted as a lucky charm for health, growth and peace.
The buildings are old and need constant repairs, so something is always under construction. Despite this, you have never seen anyone working on the roped off parts of the buildings. They simply shut down for a month and then re-open, fixed. Odd.
The movement teacher won’t stop talking about “The Work.” There is no clear definition, but it involves The Self and also The Body.
No one sleeps. At all. Not the professors, not the students, not the administrative team, and definitely not the resident company members. Your chances of passing someone in the hall are the same at 4 AM as they are at 2 PM.
Someone says the word “Macbeth” and the room goes dead quiet. The whole floor goes dead quiet. You don’t hear a word spoken in the whole building for the rest of the day. The offender isn’t in class the next day, or the day after that. Eventually, you forget their name.
During midterm week, you dream fitfully about “The Work.” You wake up in a cold sweat, almost certain that you’ll figure out what it is next time.
Your movement final is to “encounter yourself.” You don’t know what this means, but now you keep catching glimpses of yourself in crowds of people. The date of your final draws nearer. You don’t know what you’re going to turn in. Your reflection in the mirror has started lagging a bit. You get the feeling you will be encountering yourself very soon.
“The Work,” says a man on the subway. You clench your hands in your pockets. You have to stay on alert.
The alumni list is long and lofty. The teachers refer to it constantly. “This could be you, right?” You run into one of the alumni on your way downtown. Their eyes are empty. They will not look at you.
You sit down to watch a company show. You come to an hour and a half later during the bows, program still in hand. Everyone else agrees it was a brilliant show. You are not sure what happened to you during it. You may never be sure.
