Myspace symbol in cursive

A Witch at Midnight - Chapter 5

2024.05.07 17:22 OrlonDogger A Witch at Midnight - Chapter 5

[First] [Previous] [Next]
After a little ruminating, I divided the book in three parts using pink washi tape: the Rune section is the main meat of the book, full of untranslatable symbols; the Transcription section, which I think converts those symbols to their phonetics; and finally the Epilogue, which was the final chapter of the book, written entirely in some strange language I’ve learned is Hesperian.
It was almost eight in the night when I finally gave up trying to find any coincidence in Gaggle from any of the words I could catch in the Transcription section of the book. Nothing, not a single clue. With a heart full of frustration and a growing need to engage in self destructive gaming, I decided to start working with what I could understand: the Epilogue.
The translator was limited on the amount of words I could do at the same time so, I had to improvise and do several batches. In the end, this is the result I got:
A long and winding road opens before you. From the moment you pick up this book, you have three options: You can ignore this challenge and give it to someone who wants to take it; You may destroy this book and be content to destroy another line that connects us with the Tree of Origin; or dare to read and seek the meaning of these symbols. This post is for you, the brave, who want to translate the untranslatable and understand the unintelligible. It is very likely that the person destined to translate this book will not be blessed with the Arcane Infection (if we can really call it such a blessing), so here are a few words of caution.
1.- Once your mind connects signifier and signified, don't read these words aloud unless you want to confront their effects. 2.- Do not comment on this book to any uninitiated. They wouldn't believe you anyway. 3.- Your perception of reality will slowly change with each new word you identify. Don't worry, it's natural to see the colors of magic once you wake up to it. 4.- Look for the gold sign in your city, probably in libraries and hospitals. If you can't find it, you're safe to practice in your own home. If you find it, dig around and find the Elysium before experimenting. 5.- Avoid the Black Cloaks at all costs.
I don't recommend taking this book to public places, much less to the Elysée. Study him in the safety of your home, quietly, eating snacks. Take your time, this is a task that can take years, but I assure you that it is worth it.
Once you reach the end, I'll wait for you at the point where it all begins...
A couple of hints before I go:
The title means "The Butterflies of Creation." A circle means a single word combined. Follow the arrows. You'll get used to the pace of reading eventually.
I wish you the best of luck.
Please survive. Humiko
Once the process of transcribing, which was honestly quite an ordeal considering this Epilogue was written in cursive by a shaky hand, translating and recording in my notebook was done, I am left staring at this nonsense for a while.
The worst part of all this? I can’t even promise the translation is faithful, Gaggle Translate is still in its baby phases…
My eyes turn to the clock on my laptop. Already thirty past ten… it’s getting a little late for this.
Not that it ever mattered to you. What time have you been going to sleep these days anyway? Three in the morning? Maybe four?
Sigh. The voice is getting harder to ignore, but I make an effort to just bite my lower lip and keep my focus.
There’s a lot to unpack here. Magic being the most prominent deal, this seems to be implying that magic is real? The insensitive skeptic in me wants to disregard that entirely, after all I am a person of science! But the rest of my body can’t help but want it to be real… after all, what’s the worst that could imply?
At best, hell yeah, magic is real! Neat!
At worst… there’s a lot more power in the hands of a mysterious, underground government that keeps tabs on us at all times not only with technological means but now with magical means too.
I shudder for a moment there. My head has not exploded instantaneously upon the thought so, at least I can either assume they can’t read my mind or there is no little microchip in my brain just waiting to destroy me for learning ‘The Truth’.
Then again, is that technology even possible? I–
Focus, Tav.
Yes. Yes, I need to focus. What other concepts are introduced here that this Humiko just assumes I know what she’s talking about?
‘The Tree of Origin’. Okay that’s easy, it’s probably some ‘Tree of Knowledge’ kind of allegory in the mythology I am getting my nose into. Probably an equal to God with a capital G… or maybe Yggdrasil? The tree of the world? That’s another possibility they could be referencing. No idea what this goes into, but apparently it is connected to the contents of this book.
‘Arcane Infection’. Does she mean magic? Or something else? Why call it a “blessing” and then backpedal a bit? Should I be worried about my health now? I have asthma so another infection in my body wouldn’t really be welcome…
‘Signifier and Signified’. She must be talking about the runes. No idea what she’s going on about though. Maybe I have to connect each word in my mind or something? Like a huge riddle… and then, only then, something magical will happen.
This sounds like you are entering into a cult or something…
Look, if they start trying to convert me into a cult I will run away as fast as I can.
If you ever realize that. It’s not like the people making cults are experts brainwashing losers and outcasts like you.
Moving on.
‘The Uninitiated’, clearly not-mages. So there is a separation between them and us, probably some sort of magical cloak to keep entire sections of the city hidden or something like that. Like in the Wizard Boy books! I wonder if there are magical schools and such too…
Focus.
Yeah, yeah.
The whole ‘Golden sign’ is pretty straightforward. I have to find some symbol hidden in the frameworks of our society. No idea what symbol, the internet is not exactly useful when I put something as vague as “golden sign” in it, but I guess I can leave that for later.
What is ‘The Elysium’ though? I mean, it probably doesn’t mean the fields from greek mythology, right? It is not telling me to go die, right?
Finally, the Black Cloaks. That’s vague, too vague. I have to avoid emo kids now? It probably will make much more sense when I get to work with deeper concepts but, it’s something to look out for…
‘The point where it all begins’. Another vague note, nonsense really.
Most of this, if not all of it, is nonsense. You should be used to it by now… why do you pay so much attention to this when you could be studying something actually useful?
Guilt pierces my heart like a frozen dagger. Saints damn it. It’s true. Why can’t I muster all this intense attention and initiative when it comes to my studies? It used to be so easy!
It was never easy. You always struggled paying attention.
And yet in highschool it was all so easy… I was the first of my generation. The most promising child to ever graduate from there, and now… look at me.
Look at all I’ve accomplished.
You wasted your future. Now you can only do your best to pick up the pieces and beg for mercy from your parents and the world at large. Squandered your potential to the worst result possible. You know the worst part? You can’t really blame anyone but yourself…
With a heavy sigh I stood from my chair, leaving the book, my notes and the laptop on the table.
Are you finally giving up? Can we go to sleep now?
Yeah… yeah I think I will.
We can always continue tomorrow! Don’t worry, it will all be still here when you wake up!
Yeah, waiting, like everything you’ve left unfinished.
My feet take the first step back towards my room.
...Don’t you want to at least check on that last couple of hints? Particularly about the title of the book?
My curiosity is picked.
I stop, and turn right around to read the translation again. It says it is translated to ‘The butterflies of Creation’. That… means nothing to me.
“Signifier to signified…”
I need to make the connections… on the notebook, I quickly scribble the words side by side with the translated text.
The Asu Butterflies tlo’ikovithiio of Creation
It’s easy to link ‘the’ and ‘asu’, but I am not even sure if the words can correlate in the same order, or something like that. The arrows do seem to tell me that. The rest of the word though… ‘Tlo’ikovithiio’, that could mean ‘butterflies of creation’, right?
I look for the runes in the first part. Particularly the one in the cover page.
Rune 2
I see one symbol, and then a circle containing several others. Saints damn it I am not even closer to understanding this than before, am I!?
The first one must be ‘asu’...which must mean ‘the’, right?
The rest of it is ‘tlo’ikovithiio’, Butterflies of creation…
We are tracing circles at this point. Let’s go to sleep.
Shhh, they’re onto something.
I am honestly tempted to simply give up, when suddenly it hits me: Look for patterns! Passing the pages, I may find the signs on their own!
Rune 3
Eureka!
Uhhh…
And if the transcription is faithful, which I just have to beg for it to be now, this has to be read ‘tlo’iiio’. Again ending in ‘iio’?
Now that I think about it, that symbol, the one with two dots and a line, I can only see it in circles indicating combined words.
I know for a fact these are two glyphs now, and if they are a combined word… ‘Tlo’i’ and ‘iio’ must be the particles!
Iio must be a particle you only apply to other words, to give them a quality.
Dear, the room…
Shh! I am focused!!
So back to our original word, ‘tlo’ikovithiio’... It would be three words! ‘tlo’i’, ‘kovith’ and ‘iio’! Three symbols. And if I really squijnt my eyes, that symbol in the middle, the ‘tlo’i’, really kinda looks like a butterfly right? Or some flying creature for sure!!
Santino, really. Stop for a moment.”
So there’s the big U (that maybe represents a finger), the butterfly, and the particle ‘-iio’. Maybe ‘Creation’ means the literal creation of things, the act of making! So that U, that finger, is making the butterfly by touching it. Tlo’i and kovith would then be ‘Butterlfy’ and ‘Creation’. Putting them together maybe acts like a mixing of its properties. The butterflies, they are divine!
Tav!!
I snap out of my hyperfixation for a moment, only to notice that everything around me is moving. The chairs, the table, the computer, everything has been taken by sudden gusts of wind that blow around me. I am in the eye of a storm of my own making.
All that remains stationary is the old, badly bound notebook. The rune I wrote on it is shining a bright green… no, it’s purple… or golden? It shifts so quickly I can’t really tell.
Make it stop!
No.
Deep down, I know what I have to do… I have to finish the thought. I have to connect the signifier with the signified.
‘Asu Tlo’ikovithiio’. ‘Asu Tlo’i-kovith-iio’.
Iio must indicate something, a quality, a status.
“A plural.”
Yes. The pluralism! It indicates more than one!
“I got it!”
Good! Now make it STOP!”
Raising my hand, I try to take a deep breath and touch the words on my notebook. Without really thinking on what will happen next, I focus.. and now with a full understanding of what I am saying, I whisper.
“Asu tlo’ikovithiio.”
Suddenly the tornado around me stops mattering at all.
I feel how the air suddenly escapes my lungs, pushed by some invisible force that also spreads an indescribable warmth from my heart and through my whole body. I see the same light of many colours spread through my veins, brightly shining as it pushes and escapes from the fingers of my raised hand.
Just as something forms on the tip of my fingers and spreads its wings, my body loses all strength. My eyes lose their focus, I feel myself trembling before falling down.
I can only feel the gentle, fragile touch of a butterfly for the faintest of instants before everything becomes black.
submitted by OrlonDogger to HFY [link] [comments]


2024.04.29 19:11 Tigra21 Hunter or Huntress Chapter 188: Charitable Concessions

“Right. Tarp,” Saph muttered to herself as it became evident where the rather massive section of canvas had been hiding. Galaxer had been using it as harness padding, which was mostly due to there really being nowhere else to put it. Even folded in on itself twice it still covered all of the venerable dragon’s back.
“I still don’t get what you want that for? Don’t we have tarps? Actually, no, I know we have some. We used them for the logs and shit,” Pho complained, still not having worked out the purpose of a keep-dweller getting a few dozen square meters of stout waxed canvas.
Saph had to admit it looked to be quality stuff and brand new. It was laid out in the grass for inspection by the buyer, Ray walking along the sides of it, looking it over and passing Saph on her walk round.
“Sooo who is it for?” Saph questioned as she came by.
“Tiguan. For when it rains,” Ray answered meekly as she carried on.
“Ahr I see.”
“Wait, you got this for a dragon who is staying at a keep? Don’t they have a greeting hall?” Pho piped up again, clearly wanting to be heard today.
“Yes, but the floor is stone. It gets cold in winter. Also he gets to keep it. He told me about all the times he has had to sleep outside before. Now if he has this he could stay dry. Or have something nice to lie on.”
“Yes, it can certainly help make a campsite more comfortable,” Galaxer agreed, giving the woman a nod. “But it seems you know that already. Is that for Glira by chance?” he questioned, glancing towards where Saph and Fengi had set up the other tarp for Yldril, to give her some shelter from the rain.
“No, that is for our resident black dragon,” Saph clarified. “I believe she is currently napping in protest.”
“Ahr…” the dragon responded, glancing to Baron, the decorated war veteran. “A peculiar allocation of resources isn’t it, sir?” he asked, with what Saph thought to be humor in his voice.
Baron and Jarix had been sitting behind the line of dragonettes, waiting patiently and having a chat with the two new arrivals when they weren’t busy with all the unloading and various questions.
“It is indeed… but she is of the keep. We are not. If we wanted a tarp we best bring one ourselves,” the red dragon responded, calmly and seemingly not upset about the fact he was sleeping outside still.
‘Didn’t think of that,’ Saph cursed to herself. Glira had of course complained, but, well, she was a bit of an arse too. Baron though, he didn’t deserve worse hospitality than a slave. That wasn’t right.
“Maybe I should bring you one for next year old sport, if they let you out here again that is of course.”
“If they do not, then they best find a suitable replacement. We need every dragon currently on the island, and I doubt that is to change soon.”
“Right you are, well I suppose a lesser teacher will have to do for the recruits. I am sure they will find someone.”
Baron did raise an eyeridge at that comment but didn’t offer anything further.
“Right, okay, my question now. Why don’t you bring a tarp along if it is so nice ?” Pho tried again, glancing between the red and white dragons.
“It is heavy of course, and I do not plan on staying in the wilds any more than is needed. That and I have cargo to carry of course,” Galaxer deflected with a huff, not paying the young huntress much mind.
“Isn’t that gonna be a bit heavy for a dragon who’s supposed to fight then? I swear I’m not trying to be an arse here.”
‘Well you are failing there Pho,’ Saph grumbled to herself, as she watched Ray look down at the tarp, ears lowering slightly.
Saph knew getting something that big couldn’t have been cheap though. Perhaps the greenhorn did have a point. Tiguan couldn’t even be half the weight of Galaxer. But on the upside he didn’t have a shred of armor to wear, unlike Jarix and especially Grevi, so perhaps it would be fine. Might even make his harness a bit more comfortable. It hadn’t looked to Sapphire like the finest of work.
“I’m sure he will be fine. If luck would have it I’m sure he’ll be sticking around this island for some time. Then he can just leave it at whatever keep is closest to what he’s doing, isn’t that right you old grizzled veteran? You must have done that a few times, no?”
Ray’s ears did raise a little at the hopeful words as she looked to Baron.
“It doesn’t get any worse than he leaves it somewhere for a time if he is expecting battle, no. And I do not believe he has a place of his own in the city yet. If what Galaxer says is true and they have taken new recruits, then the shared stables would be quite packed indeed.”
“Oh yes, a fair few young and old. It seems news of the fighting on the frontier lit a few souls.”
“Indeed. Well in that case he might be most appreciative. Some privacy is always nice, even if it is only a clearing somewhere.”
“Oh that is good, I was worried for a moment there he wouldn’t like it,” Ray said happily, giving the tarp one last final glance. “It looks good too. I am very happy with it.”
“Well then I guess we can knock you off the list as well then. I will tell Carnige. Is this black dragon going to come and get it here?”
“Oh I hope so.”
“He will, ain’t no way he’s heading home for winter without swinging by to say hi. If he ain’t staying the winter that is,” Saph declared. She was quite confident in that statement all things considered. Tiguan was a big softy and Ylditz wouldn’t be able to stand the complaining if they didn’t.
“Very well, will you all put it away or should I take it up to the greeting hall when time allows?”
“Oh if you wouldn’t mind. I think it would be quite hard to get up the stairs.”
“Very well. Perhaps before dinner, I do seem to smell something quite lovely yes.”
“We have some stuff on the spits, yes. I hope you will like it. We know you have flown a long way.”
“Indeed, it is always rough doing such a long stint in one go, and I would hazard a guess we aren’t getting more than a few days here before heading home this time now are we?”
“I wouldn’t be so sure just yet Galaxer,” Saph interjected. “We did find something more down below which they are very busy with.”
“Of course you did. Well I am sure we shall hear more of that very soon. Did you hear that, Arch? More stuff down below,” Galaxer called out towards Arch, who seemed to have been having a conversation with Jarix upon being reunited. He did turn his head towards them to answer though.
“Well yes, there were two more vaults. Did they get them open?”
“Well, did you?” Galaxer questioned, looking down to Sapphire.
“Only the one.”
“Ahr, very well. Maybe a chance of a winter flight out here for the inquisition then, that should pay nicely.”
__________________________________________________________________________________
Tom looked about the library that was now filled with playing children, all having fun with their various new toys. The strange board game pieces were currently being used to depict soldiers around a keep made of wooden blocks, which Tom was quite sure the craftsman who made the set would have been appalled by.
Essy and Lothal had come up to oversee the kids after the unloading had been concluded and all the stuff had been stashed away wherever it was destined. Sadly that meant Tom probably couldn’t put off having that chat with Joelina much longer, though he was seriously considering putting it off till after dinner time. Sadly he had a feeling they might have a drink or two tonight, so that probably wouldn’t be such a great idea.
Vulzan had gone down to assist Arch, promising to bring up Tom’s box of stuff sometime later, after he was assured that they would read the letters he had given them today. The trader had brought it up a few times, so he had probably agreed to make sure Tom did indeed read them.
“I think the quality assurance department has declared the toys satisfactory, don’t you think, Jacky?”
“Well nothing has broken yet, so that’s good,” Jacky replied, stepping aside as a pair of kids came running by with red flags strapped to their tails. Said flags were more dragging along the floor than flapping in the wind, but Tom supposed they weren’t made for running speed.
“No, no, they are being very careful. I must say some of these things are very nice though,” Essy added as she arbitrated just how many pieces Revo and Hulunar could have so they could try actually playing said board game. This was met with vehement opposition from Kiran, who needed every soldier for his keep.
“True that. Well best of luck. I’ll go read the mail, shall we Jacky?” Tom questioned, resigning himself to just getting this over with.
“I suppose we shall, yes,” Jacky grumbled in reply, seeming less than pleased.
The two of them made their way out of the library, leaving the kids in the capable hands of Essy, Apuma, and Lothal.
“Probably best to read the letters first. Upstairs?”
“Let’s. If it says something we don’t like we can always burn it and pretend we didn’t get it then.”
“I somehow doubt that would work, but I suppose,” Tom half-sighed and chuckled.
The two of them made their way up to Jacky’s room as she got out the letters she had stashed away inside her breastplate. Tom shut the door behind them and Jacky laid down the letters on the bed so they could have the sun behind them to help read what they said.
“Right then, what are the chances some of this is good news?”
“About the same as Kalestine deciding that we have been working very hard and she’s going to send a herd of tirox marching past the front door,” Jacky replied as they both took a seat on the bed and Jacky took out her knife.
“You know, maybe Shiva will let you have that fancy one with the ruby in the hilt?” Tom tried in good humor as Jacky set about looking through the envelopes, presumably looking for the oldest.
“I wish. Can you imagine what she would do if I dropped it or something? Maybe for some special occasion.”
“Well, if it can sniff out deer hiding in the bushes then surely it’ll be fine. Are you in the habit of losing things in the forest?”
“It has been some time… but it has happened,” Jacky admitted a little sheepishly as she found what she was looking for and started opening one of the envelopes. Inside there was a folded up crisp white paper.
“Oh my, look at this stuff, it’s almost as nice as some of your paper.”
Tom just nodded, watching as she unfolded it, revealing an utter mess of what Tom could only guess was the equivalent of dragonette cursive. “Oh you have to be shitting me, what the hell is that?” he protested, looking at the nearly impossible to decipher scribbles.
“Fucking city dwellers,” Jacky agreed, squinting as she held the letter up a bit closer. “I guess I need to make Apuma proud.”
“If you could, yeah. I’ve got no chance.”
“Dear Tom. I hope this finds you well. -Oh you wish for that now- Since last we met I have formulated some questions for which I would like you to provide me with an answer. Send your reply via Vulzan if you are able… -What is she on about, she sent us a pair of those earrings?”
“I don’t know… is that it?”
“Well no we got questions you see,” Jacky replied, tapping the paper with the claw on her thumb.
“How do your people know of dragons? Why are infants thrown into pools of water? What is the point of a cat? Where do cars come from? Are they grown? Why is there music everywhere? Is it true that giving birth is truly the most painful thing in the world to a human? -It just goes oon and oooon. Look at this shit, she really fit it in here.” Jacky turned the letter around to Tom to see and it ruely was packed, line after line. “She ran out of space… oh no, bit on the back here. What is the meaning of the combat simulations displayed by the thinking machine, is it training? And why is it not take more seriously if it is? Are you tricking the children into accepting grueling training for more than 12 hours a day?”
“Oh my, yeah she’s in my younger years I guess… I used to love going to the swimming halls, you know… and I might have liked my computer a bit too much.”
“I never would have guessed.”
“Oh come on, it was good fun at the lake.”
“Get me warm water and then we are talking.” Jacky dismissed, looking back to the letter.
“We do have that actually.”
“Oooh.”
“Anyway, next letter please. I have a feeling this isn’t the end of the questions.”
“Yeah probably,” Jacky agreed, trimming the top of the second envelope with a claw and taking out the letter. “Oh she’s uhm… her writing is a bit worse on this one. Where are the ships that breach the heavens and the universe itself? I have seen movies and imagery of them, but never in your memories do they appear! Do they exist?! Are you from a backwards country without lance weapons and teleportation machines? And how were dogs produced from wolves!? I must know this!”
“Oh my… someone has been to the mental cinema I guess… Wait. I thought she already knew about what a movie was? I could have sworn she saw a movie in my memories.”
“Paulin did get to see one if I remember right. She must have told her all important Joelina about it.”
“Yeah…” Tom replied, thinking further on the implications of this. “She is definitely seeing more than I am too. I’ve only seen a few flashes of her childhood and younger days, though it seems to be slowly advancing towards the current time.”
“Maybe she can use her mind magic stuff to see more? I don’t know. I bet you a gold she’s trying to make the dreams worse, not better like us. Maybe it’s driven her a bit mental? Well, more mental.”
“I suppose so yeah… Another one,” Tom replied, gesturing for her to continue.
“Yup. Next one it is… Oh dear. Right.” Jacky squinted at the paper. Tom leaned over and confirmed that the letter was indeed a mess, complete with drips of ink and smudged out symbols. “I ha-have. Discovered. What a motion image is… -Well that’s good-. I understand the art of the computer’s hallucinations. They are not real. But rockets! Are rockets real Tom? Have your people visited the gods! Why is there only one god at the churches where you grew up? Yet there are other churches, the other gods are seen as alien, or different, why? Where are the gods Tom! Why are they disparate!... -Man, I think she’s about lost it.”
“Oh dear… Yeah, might need to clarify some things… And sweep some under the rug. If she’ll even believe me,” Tom said doubtfully, grimacing as he looked at the remaining letter. “Let’s get it over with, last one.”
“Right oh, let’s see what this one says… Oh… I think this one is for you.” She simply turned the letter around and showed the contents, big bold drippy latin letters—in Danish.
“SVAR MIG.”
“What does it say?” Jacky questioned, sounding a touch worried.
“Answer me… I’m guessing this is where she decided on sending those earrings.”
“Ahr yeah that would make sense,” Jacky agreed, glancing at the wooden box which contained the lone earring. “Wait, why did she bother leaving in the first letters when she sent this anyway?”
“I don’t know, why did she feel the need to put childrens toys in the same box as a suit of enchanted half-heretical armor and the blade of... what was he called again?”
“The second most wanted man alive”.
“Yeah that… I don’t think she’s doing so hot.”
“Think she’ll be very mad if you wait till tomorrow?”
“Probably,” Tom conceded as he slid the lid off the box, picking up the small silvery piece of jewelry. He took a deep breath, looking to Jacky. “Right, safeword is spaghetti. If I say it thrice in a row, take it off.”
“Right, sounds like a plan. Good thing Paulin isn’t here, right?”
“Yeah… actually,” he leaned in and whispered, “Go check the corridor, someone might be listening. Quietly.”
“You’re the quiet one,” Jacky complained as she got up, Tom picking up the earring and studying it in his hands.
It had fine intricate runes running along its surface in little channels. It was exquisite handiwork, that much he could tell. ‘And not cheap like we know.’
Jacky went up to the door and with a rapid jerking motion opened it, sticking her head out to glance down either corridor. “All clear…” She pulled her head back in and locked the door. “Put the damn thing on then. No promises I won’t fuck up your ear if I have to rip it off.”
“Rather that than something worse happening. I kinda wished I’d gotten to see more of her life before this.”
“You’re kidding, right?” Jacky questioned as she sat down next to him on the same side where a hole had already been punched for the last time he had a crack at this sorta thing. “You always wake up, shaking, cold, crying, screaming or whatever the fuck might have happened that time. And you want more?”
“Well not that part… I guess she has already been through my memories once before, and not like she knows something about me I don’t… but still would be nice to know how the hell she ended up where she is. She knows that about me.”
“Or how her mentor’s knife ended up at Furlong keep.”
“That too… that too… maybe I’ll be able to ask.”
“You do that… now, get it over with.”
“Right.” Tom held the earring up to his ear and started to fiddle with it a bit. A bit turned into a while and soon enough Jacky grew impatient.
“Really? You can’t put on an earring?”
“It’s not like it’s something I do often. Damn thing is fiddly, don’t wanna break it either.”
“It’s mithril, it won’t just break. Here let me.”
Tom resigned himself to being helped as Jacky quickly put in the little thing and slid in the locking pin. “Right, there you go. Have fun I suppose.”
“Yeah yeah, try not to rip my ear off if I start making funny noises. Remember, safeword is spaghetti.”
“I got it.”
“Right, how was it? I close my eyes an-”
__________________________________________________________________________________
“Anyone seen Tom and Jacky? Dinner is almost ready,” Ray questioned as she came up the stairs from the kitchen into the grand hall where everyone was starting to congregate. Well, all of the dragonettes at least. The dragons had elected to eat all together down in front of the keep, rather than having one or two of them eat in the greeting hall.
That was all the dragons save for Yldril though. She was consigned to her awning and would get what was left over. That should still be a fair bit of food, and certainly better food than she got normally, but Saph doubted it would do much for her demeanor. Said demeanor was why she was consigned however; no one wanted to put up with her at a feast.
“No, we were told not to disturb them. I think they got something to do. They are up in Jacky’s room,” Saph replied on her way to sit down at the huntress table.
“Ahr okay… should I put something aside for them later?”
“That might be best. We don’t know how long they will be.”
“Okay. I’ll be back in a minute then. Tell the others to start taking seats, we are nearly there.”
Saph just nodded and smiled as Ray turned back and hurried down the stairs, but a moment later Balethon and Herron came up said stairs with a spitted deer, which was to be their main course for the day. ‘Oh this should be lovely… Do I wanna try out some of the ham too today I wonder?’
As she sat down at the table it was pretty evident that most of the others had decided that yes, they would be trying out some of the interesting new things they got. It was rather hard to complain after whoever had sold you something had already left.
There had been a lot of chatting and a few good laughs as they all got settled in, and true to Ray’s word they were soon called up to come get their portions of meat and sides. It was good stuff. Someone had snuck in some extra herbs and spices either at the last minute or possibly used the last of old stores now that they knew resupply was coming.
They did have a few guests at the huntress table, namely Udanti and Tirox from Archeon’s crew. They were of course interrogated thoroughly for any news about how things had been going in the world at large.
Tirox spoke highly and with his usual brash bravado about tales of battles fought all along both the frontier and even some middling keeps. He did not seem worried in the slightest, relating victory after victory. Udanti seemed less enthused, and as the meal progressed hushed murmurs and gossiping began to spread among all the tables, as far as Saph could work out from where Udanti was sitting.
Darklings attacking middling keeps, or ring keeps as some would call them, like the one where she grew up. That could not be good. The darklings were growing bolder. Udanti had heard rumors that the guard had suffered losses too. Last time they had received much news of the war, there had been no mention of any defeats by the guard, only keeps raided or besieged. But according to Udanti, an entire combat wing of rookies had not been heard from for some time, and no one was being told what had happened to them.
Tirox didn’t think much of it. Maybe they were just holed up, and even if they had been lost it was only one wing of dragons. That was to be expected in war. By the time the dinner was more or less finished they had also all heard the rumors about Rashan. Bo and Pho had needed to be brought up to speed on just who that was, but everyone who had been with the keep before all this started knew well enough who that was and what this all meant.
“I guess Shiva is gonna need to try again to convince Tom to make that dragon killing cannon then?” Fengi questioned, seeming almost apathetic about it.
“Or something like it,” Essy echoed, nodding as she sipped a cup of a special tea she had bought.
“Don’t push him on that. I’m sure all the stuff we’re already doing will be plenty. There are so many other things he wants to do. Most sound like they would be good news for us too.”
“Yeah speaking of good news, miss silver streak, I heard you found someone special. Where is he at?” Udanti the archer questioned, seemingly wishing to change the subject as well.
“Oh Maiko? I don’t know actually?” Sapphire admitted, looking around to see if he was sitting at the guards table like he usually did, but there was no sign of him.
“I think he is with Yldril,” Fengi added, sipping the tea a little as well. “I’m sure he snuck her some food or something.”
“Maiko got a soft spot for a traitor dragon or something?” Tirox questioned with a huff, tilting his head.
“No, he’s trying to get on her good side. Might be handy one day,” Fengi answered plainly. “… And it might make her a little less insufferable.”
“Oh… I see, so it’s like a mission you put him on?”
Saph wasn’t sure this was something that should be discussed openly at the dinner table, but she wasn’t about to stop Fengi. At least not yet.
“Yes, don’t blab to the dragon about it. Then it won’t work. And her ears are good, remember that.”
“Oh… okay,” the male trader escort replied, looking at Fengi a little confused.
He likely remembered a far happier and more bubbly girl than who was sitting at the table now. Saph sighed to herself. These past months had been hard on Fengi. Very hard. Hopefully things would get better. Maybe they could do something about all that now. Then it clicked for Saph why Fengi might not be so cheery today. It wasn’t just that Yldril had been segregated around the back of the keep.
‘Maybe she got some bad news from those trying to find Dorae for her… Probably best not to bring that up here.’
“Oh yeah by the way, I heard some talk you got the hook up too, didn’t you Fengi?” Udanti questioned, once more trying to steer the conversation back to something positive, obviously not knowing that was a touchy subject.
Fengi put on a forced smile. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to show she at least appreciated the gesture. “I did… it’s been a little rough though with all this… stuff going on…”
“Ooooh riiight,” Udanti replied, seeming to catch on now. “I’m guessing he isn’t much for getting bossed around.”
Before Fengi could reply, Essy interjected. “Oh no, quite the opposite. He’s a right little knight so he is. But he is at times a bit of a… oh speak of the devil,” she carried on, her gaze carrying past Udanti to the young guard approaching the huntress table. Saph spied a familiar looking small box in the palm of one of his hands.
By the time he made it up to the table all heads were turned to look at the young man, which seemed to unnerve him just a touch, which was understandable to be fair.
“Hi uhm… Okay. So many more people hehe… Right,” he went, seeming to steel himself, Fengi turning around fully on the bench to face him. “I know what you think of me… that I’m a weak willed coward… I’m sorry. I’ll try to do better, but I can’t promise anything. Here,” he went, holding out the little box towards Fengi. “I know you don’t like flowers much… So I got you this instead.”
There was perfect silence at the table, especially from the trader escorts who had no clue what was going on. Fengi gingerly held out a hand and took the box, looking up at Unkai with a curious expression then down to the box as she opened it, revealing a beautiful pair of silver earrings with rectangular cut emeralds set in them.
“I hope you like them.”
Fengi stared at them for a moment, one hand going up to touch the plain copper ones she wore most days. Saph couldn’t actually remember, but she guessed Shiva had made them some time back. They were not overly remarkable, almost rugged looking by comparison to the new silver ones.
“I love them,” Fengi finally declared just as it seemed like Unkai was losing hope. Looking up at him she wore a far more genuine smile than before. “Though I could do with some flowers too one of these days. Those times were simpler.”
The guard let out a slight involuntary chuckle and nodded. “I think I can manage flowers.”
“You used to be quite good at picking out the prettiest ones,” Essy added in her motherly tone. “Maybe there are still a few who haven’t succumbed to the cold and rain.”
Fengi took one of the earrings out of the box and held it up to her ear, looking around at them all. “How do they look?”
“Elegant,” Saph said, nodding her approval. It was the truth. They weren’t overly ostentatious, and they wouldn’t have suited Fengi if they were. And who knew, with everything happening at the keep, she might find herself with a matching silver crown before too long. “Silver suits you.”
Fengi even let out a little giggle at that, putting it gingerly back in the box and looking back to Unkai, who had not moved a muscle, probably having run out of planning 30 seconds ago. And Fengi’s smile faded a touch. “I’m sorry but… I didn’t think to get you anything special…”
Unkai had seemed worried for a second as her smile had faded, but livened right back up as the reason was made plain. “Oh don’t worry about that…just try not to hate me. That will be plenty.”
Fengi’s smile faded a little further. “I don’t hate you, I’m sorry if you thought that.”
Saph and the others did exchange some glances. There could be no doubt they had been hard on the guy, but it did seem to have worked.
“No no, it is okay. I get it… I was a jerk… I might be again. But I’ll try not to be, okay?”
“I guess I’ll try not to be so scary… no promises either.”
‘Awww that’s nice,’ Sapphire mused to herself, a smile starting to grow. ‘Ooh I wonder if Maiko got me something?’
__________________________________________________________________________________
Righty oh, your medicin has been administered, I do hope you liked it, I did try my best to make it palatable. on the news front things appear to be going swimingly, so expect HoH to carry on as normal for many more months to come. We also got a bit more cool art, check it out if that's your sorta thing.
Till next time, take care.
Wiki and Art Gallery If you can't remember who someone is, want to read any of the side stories of fanfiction, or you just wanna watch some of the cool art that's been made for the story. Patreon If you want to help get more cool shit made consider joining the Patreon, you also get chapters two weeks ahead of time. HoH Subreddit if you want more stories from the HoH universe or are interested in writing something for this funny little world. Discord if you wanna have a chat about the story or just hang out First Previous Next
submitted by Tigra21 to HFY [link] [comments]


2024.04.28 03:06 Shadz1nator I think I want a Supernote, am I missing anything?

So after I noticed the reMarkable, I have been considering buying an e-ink tablet to replace my bible-study/note-taking in journal form. Currently its approx 1-2A4 pages per day in 8mm lined notebook form (cursive) with a pen/fineliner on paper. I've got a stack of 10+ of these notebooks from the past few years and would rather appreciate keeping them all in one space. But most importantly, searching through those old notes for keywords & phrases, and auto-converting them to typed text for legibility, is something I can't do right now.
I'm not a tech person. I don't own a tablet, haven't turned my PC on in a few years, and don't replace my phone unless it breaks. I'm not interested in buying a product which will be obsolete, unsupported or too slow to function in a few years. Cost is not a major consideration, in the sense that I'd rather spend more and buy the best there is now, so I don't have to buy another later.
Colour would be nice, but (as I only use blue/red/black atm) I think I could get around that with underline/italics/greyscale/pen types. Split screen too if I can open two different notes at once, or e-books. So would the mechanical keyboard, because I type faster than I can write.
I was initially drawn to the reMarkable 2, but recently found it can't search/convert handwriting offline/at all? That'd be a dealbreaker. Plus subscription model, low storage, higher price and ongoing costs for seemingly less, and an article on company ethics has me questioning that. Supernote seems like it ticks all the boxes (minus keyboard).
My main concern is sensitivity, all the demo videos seem so show rather large cursive. Does it pickup small handwriting on 6mm or 7mm lines? Does it do little symbols like a pen can?
Bonus use: I've owned two kindles in my time, one from before there was any competition, and it's replacement paperwhite shich I lost on an airplane last year. I don't read as often as I used to and haven't got around to replacing that yet, but the kindle mobile app isn't cutting it for me. I've never settled on a replacement kindle model and the new kobo's at first glance just seem better for the price. If it wasn't for Amazon's exclusivity I might already have a kobo; So e-book functionality would be great, if it means I don't need another e-reader.
The other bonus uses I can foresee are basic sketching - currently designing a board game and would be nice to both draw symbols and write the rules in the same place. But I'm definitely no artist - function over form - so as long as sensitivity is not a concern.
Am I missing anything? Is there something else I should look at?
Do the A6 & A5 refer to size of the model (like A4 paper)? Or is it just the name? And when is the A5x2 scheduled for release?
Thanks in advance.
submitted by Shadz1nator to eink [link] [comments]


2024.04.26 03:59 EarthInternational9 Did it make you feel important to lie about me?

That's WHY you stopped getting Christmas cards! My friends called me by a nickname that my family didn't use. Heart symbol in cursive is misunderstood as Peaches? Peace symbol is considered what to you??? Nothing else could be put Peace symbol. Harmless, not a curse. Nice, not meant to be mean. They even STOLE the peace symbol earrings from my house that dated to 1987 high school. They make me sick.
Did you really think I was illiterate if you found BOOKS everywhere? Library records? Did it make you feel important to lie about me? You say I wasn't important, but you go extra to make up big giant deal about everything only if I look bad when you say things?
Witch? Impossible for my morality of "do not harm"!!!. They have to read books or something to learn spells, don't they? They manipulate other people and I haven't ever wanted to do that!!! If people aren't willing to do what I think is right then I stop contact. No reason to be around people who can't treat you right or find some reason to be kind. Kindness is easier than nasty and mean!
Well your judgement of me will cost you the whole world. Your world is lost. Your soul is lost. No doubt about it at all in my point of view. I am certain that God wanted me happy. I am confident that fact that many of you wanted me, or my kids - by birth (3) or secret test tube- to cry or hurt means that you can't represent God. I am confident that if you think of me as a porn star, or hooker, then that there's no good inside your soul. I could be any woman, like your mother or grandmother so if you lack compassion then you made the world worse. Other women have done far worse than anything I actually did, but they are respected and loved.
submitted by EarthInternational9 to u/EarthInternational9 [link] [comments]


2024.04.22 08:02 CIAHerpes I met Satan in an abandoned town that had been taken over by a secret government agency

The chariot flew down the hill, a wall of billowing flame and smoke rising thousands of feet into the air behind it, as if a hydrogen bomb had exploded and was expanding forward towards me at a slowed-down pace. On the chariot stood a demon ten feet tall, with blazing red skin, pure black eyes and horns poking out of the top of his head, looking curved and white just like those of a ram. Around him, smaller demons about as tall as a regular man jumped and screamed in exhilaration, grinning from ear to ear while they looked around with excitement, some of them speaking rapidly to each other in a deep, gurgling tongue I had never heard before.
The main demon bellowed, shaking the ground as he put his arms into the air, looking straight up into the sky and smiling. A circle of fire shot out from his chariot, expanding rapidly and burning up every building and shrub it touched in the abandoned desert town.
Looking behind me, I saw the deep indentation where a river had once run through the town, during wetter times before the never-ending drought affecting our Western area of the USA. Without thinking, I jumped in, shielding my head and ducking down. The wall of fire soared above me, burning my hair and the back of my shirt. I heard screaming nearby as men and women in white lab coats or black suits burned alive. I closed my eyes and tried to block it out.
While I lay on the ground, crouching into a ball and shutting my eyes tightly, I thought about how I had ended up in this situation, cursing my now dead girlfriend who convinced us to come out here on a sight-seeing trip.
***
“Markey,” Katherine said, smiling sweetly, “I am so excited to see that old ghost town on the edge of the desert- the one they used to call Saddle Ranch Springs.” I hated it when my girlfriend called me Markey instead of just Mark. “Will you be ready in twenty minutes?” I grunted in response.
“Is that a yes or a no?” she asked. Sighing, I turned to her and smiled slightly.
“OK, fine,” I said hesitantly. She sprung up, clapping in happiness and ran upstairs to get ready. As soon as she had asked about it, I knew I was going. I could never say no to Katherine. While she got dressed and put on make-up, I finished cooking breakfast and making coffee for both of us, wondering exactly what could be so exciting about seeing a ghost town that had been dead for over a hundred years.
“Katherine, are you almost ready to eat?” I yelled up the stairs. She mumbled something I could barely hear that sounded like a yes. As I waited for her, my phone rang. Looking down, I saw that the number was marked “Private”. I answered, putting it up to my ear.
“Hello?” I said. At first there was just a mechanical cacophony, like shrieking metal overlaying clicking and whirring noises, then someone started screaming in the background. It sounded like a woman being burned alive or tortured. A deep, gravelly voice began to speak.
“Do not go to the place where the Saddle Ranch massacre began,” it said. “It will end with death. But not for you, Mark. Some things are worse than death.” Then suddenly the line went dead. I looked down at the smartphone in my hand, confused, but I shrugged and put it away. I wondered if my friend Rooster was playing some kind of prank on me, as he knew we were all going to the abandoned town today.
After we were ready, Katherine and I left to go pick up Rooster. He loved urban exploration and knew every abandoned mental asylum, haunted house and ghost town in a five-hundred mile radius. But that wasn’t saying much, seeing as I lived in the middle of the desert out in the Western US. There were barely any towns nearby with more than five thousand people.
Rooster had eyes like a Siberian husky, a pale Russian complexion and far too many tattoos covering every exposed inch of his arms and legs. Many of them were mystical in nature, including paintings from Alex Grey, the OM symbol in a mandala pattern and a huge tattoo of a four-armed Shiva dancing the tandava on his right leg. I had known Rooster since I was a kid, when we went to the same school, and he was the one who had introduced me to psychedelic drugs, music festivals and eventually, my fiancee Katherine herself. I owed him a great deal.
As he got in the backseat behind Katherine on the passenger side, I looked back and saw a huge, shit-eating grin on his face, his pupils looking dilated, a thin sheen of sweat covering his face.
“Dude, are you fucking tripping right now?” I asked, slightly shocked. He nodded slowly.
“I just ate like three hits of really good Grateful Dead family blotter acid,” he said, laughing to himself. I shook my head and started the car back up, driving off down towards the highway and towards Saddle Ranch Springs.
“Now why would you eat acid when you knew we were going exploring in a ghost town?” I said, feeling peevish. Katherine looked over at me, smiling her slight Buddha smile. She had never even done psychedelics and refused to ever try them, but she always found Rooster hilarious when he had eaten mushrooms or acid. I was happy they got along quite well, because God forbid, if I had to choose between my lifelong best friend and the girl I loved, I’m not sure which I would have chosen.
“Because I want to see, man,” he said, laughing again. “Open up my third eye and all that, just like Bill Hicks said. ‘Today young men on acid realized we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively…’” He trailed off, rambling for a few more moments before going quiet.
“Huh, OK, makes sense,” I said quietly, feeling the absurd urge to start laughing too. Then I remembered the phone call. “Hey Rooster, did you prank call me this morning?” I looked into the rearview mirror, seeing his huge smile and sparkling eyes.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, man,” he said, his smile never faltering. I took that as a yes. In hindsight, I should have questioned him more. I should have realized he was just smiling because of the drugs, not because it had anything to do with my question. I should have done a lot of things differently, I guess. They might both still be alive if I had.
I turned up the radio and we didn’t talk the rest of the journey.
***
“Oh my God, look at how cool this is,” Katherine said, pointing to the abandoned saloon a few feet in front of us with its massive batwing doors. The entire downtown area of Saddle Ranch Springs looked like the set for some old Western movie. It had only one real street, with all of ten dilapidated buildings on it, including an ancient police station and jail, a town hall, the saloon and a few houses. We walked up and down, exploring. When we got to the jail, that was when things started to go wrong.
Rooster walked ahead of me, still smiling and laughing far too much for the circumstances. I could tell he was really tripping hard. He could barely follow the conversations Katherine and I had, and kept getting distracted by the smallest of things, such as a tiny snake that slithered across the dirt road. He chased it excitedly, looking like a little kid. The snake ended up being far faster and smarter than him, though, and the look of total childish disappointment on his face was so exaggerated that both Katherine and I started giggling in unison.
Katherine ended up being the first one into the old cell, the jail door standing wide open. Rust covered every square inch of the metal, and the jail smelled dusty and old, almost like the smell of an antique shop.
We looked at the metal bench where the prisoners used to sleep, and Rooster got down on his knees, peering underneath it.
“What are you doing, bro?” I asked, kneeling down to get a closer look. Rooster looked up at me suddenly, the smile gone from his face.
“There’s some random ass trap door down here hidden beneath the bench,” he said, pointing to the extremely faint outline of a square covered in dust. Using his hands, he wiped the sand and dust off of it. I would never have seen it on my own, it was so well-camouflaged. The only reason Rooster had been able to see it, I assumed, was that the LSD was giving his senses an extra kick that allowed him to pick up subtle, tiny cues that everyone else would instantly miss. Feeling around at the corners, Rooster began to pull with the tips of his fingers and eventually found a way to open it.
We heard screaming and shrieking as soon as we opened the hatchway, and then the desert outside started to explode with noise and movement. A much larger hidden square rose up out behind the jail, a metal door with sand glued to the top of it swinging open, and we saw men and women in lab coats begin to run out, scattering like cockroaches in every direction. In the hatchway beneath the bench in the jail, a woman frantically appeared, wearing a lab coat and an ID badge that read “Dr. Kay”. She climbed up a ladder from the dark shadows beneath, heaving herself out with mortal terror and panic evident on her face.
“They’re getting out!” she yelled at us, not even appearing to realize that we weren’t wearing lab coats, black suits or biohazard uniforms, unlike all the other people who were now spilling out of the much larger hatchway by the dozens. “Get the hell out of here!” Just then, a deafening alarm began to sound from underneath us.
“What in the hell is going on?” Rooster whispered to me. Katherine just stared around, her green eyes wide and shocked.
“Project Eldritch has had a containment breach,” an amplified, calm female voice said, sounding like it came from thousands of speakers beneath our feet. The worn planks of the abandoned building shook as it spoke, dust falling from the ceiling as spiders and insects in the corners of the room were knocked to the ground. “I repeat, Project Eldritch has had a containment breach. This is a level 5 breach. All personnel must evacuate the premises at once. I repeat, evacuate the premises at once. Do not return until authorized. Project Eldritch has had a containment breach…” The voice started to repeat itself, sounding the same warning over and over again as what sounded like a tornado siren blared from hidden speakers all over the ghost town.. I couldn’t tell whether it was a robot or a person speaking the warning into the PA system. The cadence and inflections were all totally flat and emotionless, almost sounding like a text-to-speech software app.
“Oh God, it’s too late!” the woman in front of us in the lab coat said, crying and putting her face into her hands.
“Ma’am,” I said, calmly walking up to her and putting a hand on her shoulder, “just what is going on? Where are all these people coming from? Is there some sort of secret laboratory underneath Saddle Ranch Springs or something?” Katherine was standing to my left now, taking my hand into hers. I felt her fingers trembling, her heart beating so fast I could feel the pulse through her skin.
“We need to get out of here!” she said. “Follow me, if you want to live. It’s your only chance. There’s a safe room not too far from here, a hidden hatchway door leading down in case of a containment breach. I’ll tell you everything there, if we live that long.”
We sprinted out of the jail, Dr. Kay leading the way. I heard engines revving as a few Hummers pulled up, and the doctors and scientists in the lead got in, being whisked away down the dirt road by their security details. The cars left a cloud of dust in their wake that blotted out the sky, covering the ghost town in a dim light. We ran past the jail, past the town hall and behind the saloon, where Dr. Kay got on her knees and began feeling around in the dirt. Within seconds, she had found a handle, pulling up a door so cleverly disguised that I would have never seen it in a million years if I had not been with her.
She jumped down, falling into the blackness. I peered down and saw her standing about five feet below us. Without being prompted, I jumped down, Katherine landing behind me a couple seconds later, then Rooster last of all. Red emergency lights flashed, the bulbs within the large round casings moving in slow, lazy circles. It gave a bloody glow to the entire tunnel.
We followed Dr. Kay ahead, where a massive steel door eight feet tall and five feet wide blocked out the entire tunnel. A black pad stood on the wall to its right. Dr. Kay put her eye up to it, as apparently it had a small camera with an optical scanner, and a buzzer went off in the hallway, sending the door flying open and making my ears ring from its sheer volume. The door dilated like a pupil, the metal expanding in a circle as it disappeared into the wall.
Behind it, a room lit by too many bright, fluorescent lights appeared. I instinctively put my hand in front of my eyes to shield them. On the edge of the room, I saw countless video monitors with live cameras covering every inch of the ghost town, as well as many shots of laboratories and scientific installations I had never seen before.
“What is this place?” Katherine asked behind me. Dr. Kay turned.
“Well, this is just a bunker, a safe room with back-up video feeds,” she said. “But if you mean the entire scientific complex itself, it’s where the US government does secret research into alternate dimensions, parallel worlds and doorways between different parts of the multiverse.” Her eyes flicked to the monitors, where people were still running and screaming, trying to escape from some unseen horror. “We’re funded by an agency unknown to the general public, the Department for Paranormal Research. Billions of dollars of black-ops taxpayer dollars are funneled through the CIA and military to the DPR, and some of it goes to experiments like ours here.”
“OK, so what kind of experiments are we talking about?” I asked, feeling unsure. My hairs stood on end, and the air had an electric feeling to it, as if something big was about to happen. I thought I knew what the Japanese citizens of Hiroshima and Nagasaki must have felt when they first felt the quaking of the ground and the flash of white light from the center of their cities.
“Here, we only do experiments trying to provide doorways to other worlds,” she said, pointing to her name badge. “I myself have a PhD in quantum physics, and we used all the knowledge gathered by physicists to open a quantum doorway earlier today. But something came through it just now, and it is creating havoc and death throughout the labs. I saw a few other scientists ripped apart by something that looked like demons straight from Hell. They stood about the height of a tall man, but their eyes were pure black and their skin bright red, their fingernails and toenails were just long black talons, and they spoke in some gurgling language I’ve never heard before. I don’t think anyone on this planet has seen them before, at least not in a very long time…” Her eyes became distant, as if she were deep in thought. And as she stopped talking, the earth began to shake violently.
It started as a small tremor, then rapidly built up into a high-intensity earthquake. Looking on the video feeds, I saw some of them cameras go black, but others outside in the abandoned town showed the ground begin to split open, flames and smoke shooting out as a massive demon rode out on a chariot, led by seven white horses. Looking closer, I realized the horses had exposed bone with pieces of rotting skin and fur still clinging to their corpses. Yet they ran at a furious pace, their tendons and muscles flexing under the high-quality resolution of the video feed. I saw the escaping Hummers filled with doctors and government agents in far-off shots of the video feed drive directly into a massive crack in the earth. No one came up from the smoking cracks that now appeared all around us.
Chairs in the room fell over and tables cracked and splintered as the earthquake’s tremors reached a crescendo, but they didn’t begin to recede. I saw Katherine, Rooster and Dr. Kay all holding onto whatever stable surface they could grab nearby. Katherine and Rooster were holding hands. My heart began to race in my chest, old suspicions rising to the surface as I forgot our mortal peril for a moment.
“They’re here,” Dr. Kay said, a look of total terror marring her tear-covered eyes. The floor of the room began to crack down the middle. “Get out of here!” she began to scream. None of us needed to be told twice. We ran through the still-open door and back into the world above.
As we came out into the blinding sunlight, I looked up at the small hill of the desert behind the town, and saw horrors from another world rushing towards us. The chariot flew down the hill, a wall of billowing flame and smoke rising thousands of feet into the air behind it…
***
As I came out from the dry riverbed I had taken refuge in, I realized no one was moving around me. I saw the burnt bodies of Katherine, Rooster and Dr. Kay, laying on the ground ten feet in front of me, blackened and still smoking, their melted clothes attached to their flesh now from the intense heat they had been exposed to. The demon in the chariot rushed towards me, the hooves of the seven horses creating a loud “clap-clap” noise as they drew closer, and I thought he would run me down. But with a cry, he stopped the horses only a few feet in front of me. The demons behind him regarded me with interest and suspicion. The huge one stepped down in front of me.
“Mark,” he said to me, smiling from ear to ear. Small billows of smoke escaped from his mouth as he spoke. “I am so happy to finally meet you. My name is Lucifer, or Satan, if you prefer. I have many other names, as I’m sure you know.” He laughed at this. My heart beat hard in my chest as I realized I was the only one I could see still left alive.
“What do you want with me?” I asked, trying not to make eye contact. “Please, I don’t want to die.”
“Oh, neither do I want you to die!” Satan said loudly. “If I wanted you dead, you would be dead already.” He leaned close to me, lowering his voice. “And by the way, you were right about Rooster and your girlfriend there. They were in love, cheating on you, betraying you every chance they got.
“Your suspicions have been correct for a long time,” Satan said, his face totally expressionless. “Your girlfriend has been having sex with your best friend nearly every day for the past year. When you were working to support her, she was betraying you over and over. They are traitors to you, totally unworthy of your attention. Ants in the afterbirth have more meaning than their lives did. And I did you a favor by killing them.
“They were worthless sheep, and the world is full of worthless sheep. They are more sheep for the Sheep God. But you, my friend, are different. Will you follow me?” I thought for only a moment and nodded. I had a feeling if I said no, I would die a horrible death on the spot.
“Every President and world leader in the past two centuries has given me his allegiance,” Satan said to me, showing me his perfectly white, sharpened teeth in a grisly smile. “Everyone with real power has pledged his soul to me, and in exchange, I gave them whatever they desired. And now I ask you, do you also wish for power, for money, followers, or anything else your heart desires?” I barely had to think about it.
“Of course I do,” I said quickly. With a puff of smoke, an old-looking, rolled-up parchment appeared in Satan’s left hand. He unrolled it, handing me an ancient quill pen and pointing to the bottom line. I didn’t even read the contract, nor could I if I wanted to. It was written in some language I had never seen before, almost reminding me of an ancient Tibetan script I had seen in history books.
“What is this?” I asked. He shrugged.
“It is just a contract between us, written in Enochian, the language of the angels,” he said simply, his black eyes shimmering with an inner light.
“Just sign here,” he said, pointing to a thick line on the bottom. I took the quill pen and began to move it towards the line, but he laughed.
“Not like that!” he said, motioning to a demon behind him, who came up to me and handed me a dagger. “Cut your hand and sign it in your blood.” I put the knife over my left palm, hesitating for a moment, before taking a deep breath and slashing it into the skin. A burning pain shot through my hand. I dipped the tip of the quill in the drops of blood pooling in my palm, signing my name in cursive on the parchment. When I had finished, the paper disappeared back into a puff of smoke. As soon as it did, my hand re-knitted itself, healing within seconds, and I began to feel a rush of euphoria and light enter my body.
It felt as if someone reached into my heart with invisible hands made of light and pulled out all the stress, all the anxieties and insecurities built up there. All my depression and sickness at finding out my girlfriend had been cheating on me with my best friend evaporated in an instant, and I felt pure bliss, thinking of their burnt bodies in the dirt of the destroyed ghost town.
My hearing suddenly became far more acute- I could literally hear mice and voles crawling in the dirt beneath the ground. I could hear people screaming in Hell and angels singing in Heaven. It was as if I had been given a small taste of omniscience, and I enjoyed every second of it.
“What’s… what’s happening to me?” I asked, feeling shocked.
“You are gaining the divine wisdom that I offer all my followers,” Satan said, smiling, showing his sharp, bleached-white teeth. “They don’t call me Lucifer for nothing. I bring light to those who wish it, and I bring wisdom and peace to those who are forgotten by God.
“Within twenty years, I will make you President of the United States, as long as you do as I wish. We can start your political career small, as a state representative perhaps, but it won’t last long. It never does.” Satan grinned at me, extending a huge red hand, and I shook it. A fiery heat emanated from within his smooth flesh.
“I can’t wait,” I said, excited about my future for the first time in years.
submitted by CIAHerpes to stories [link] [comments]


2024.04.20 18:14 VAWNavyVet How Gay has changed over the course of my lifetime and why I am struggling to keep in touch with the community

Had a rather interesting chat at our Gay Breakfast Bruch Club this morning and wanted to share this, as I don’t think this not being spoken about enough.
I am a GenX Gay .. I grew up on no internet to AOL dialup, Yahoo Gay Chatrooms, Gay.com Chatrooms, Hot or Not, MySpace before Facebook became a thing and when the LGBT only had 3 fractions .. Gay, Lesbian and Bi with Trans being grouped into the Bi.
There were only a handful of LGBT flags that the community owned for itself .. Rainbow, Leather and Lesbian. Today. The LGBTQIA+ has +15 different flags to describe factions within the “community”
Back in the day, the main rivalry between our fractions where Gays vs Lesbians, there was always some friendly beef between us yet we all combined for the cause when it came to Pride and any LGBT-related issues when it came to voting/Anti-LGBT bills.
Today’s “community” seems to be so fractured that there is no longer a sense of belonging, a sense of fight for acceptance and push and organized drive for more pro-LGBT legislation.
I served in the Navy for +22yrs and a good chunk of it under DADT.. once that got repealed and then gay marriage passed, the “community” sorta lost it’s way and sense of purpose which in turn lead to more factions which felt the need for claim their own flag and segregated itself further from our original Rainbow flag which was more of a umbrella symbol and all encompassing of the “community” itself.
I can recall a stronger sense of LGBT community feel vs today. I barely recognize today’s LGBTQIA+ Community that has even a common string amongst them. I been to a few marches/protests for LGBT rights and had my fair share of Prides back in my day and I can say with conviction that Prides today have very few similarities to Prides back then when acceptance and visibility to make LGBT a norm was front and center vs Prides today.
Now, my extended family is diverse with a cousin who is FTM .. I would be lying to say that as a Gay, it was easy to understand Trans initially.. it wasn’t. But that didn’t keep me from learning, understanding and asking questions and being taught by my cousin on what He felt and his journey.
How I feel about today’s multiple pronouns options continues to blow my mind and I struggle to understand and keep up and it is having an internal backlash. Before you all rip me a new hole, hear me out 1st.. whatever pronouns you use has absolutely no barring on my how I live my life. Yet, certain pronouns out there, which we didn’t have back in my day, feel like a cry for attention and do more harm when it comes to acceptance and understanding.
While change is good and necessary to evolve, not only as a person, community and otherwise.. there is a yearning for the much simpler LGBT community vs today’s as the LGBTQIA+, it’s too many factions, too many flags, too many pronouns that kinda killed what LGBT and its Rainbow Flag used to stand for.
And it’s disappointing.
Edit: I encourage conversation. This post has started a conversation as it should. As for pronouns, I have no problems in addressing you by those you prefer, as stated, the pronouns you live by have no affect on me or how I live my life as a gay man, yet personal opinions remain. I left out the pronouns i mentioned in my post out on purpose, as I am not here to disrespect you but rather share my thought process. I respect you as a human being 1st and foremost. I don’t have all the answers to gay life nor am I giving up on learning and educating myself with the ever evolving landscape but this is how I perceive the current community. I have no beef with you being Trans, FTM/MTF/Bi/ etc .. but to expect just simple by being gay to understand from where you are coming from in unrealistic and I am merely human myself and have my own process of understanding, learning and adapting. That never takes away from the basic respect and dignity I show you as a human being. This is merely a small snapshot on how I grew up up, navigated the gay world and how I perceive on its changes that directly affect me as a gay GenX.
I will engage with comments later to continue the conversation. Thank you for the continued & respectful conversation.
submitted by VAWNavyVet to AskGaybrosOver30 [link] [comments]


2024.04.17 13:51 JohannGoethe Sounds: Berenice, Ptolemy, cartouche, Phonetic characters, hieroglyphic alphabet Young (136A/1819)

Sounds: Berenice, Ptolemy, cartouche, Phonetic characters, hieroglyphic alphabet Young (136A/1819)
In 136A (1819), Thomas Young, in his Egypt article, §6.K: Sounds (pg. 35), said the following:
https://preview.redd.it/vq7t3t7821vc1.jpg?width=1218&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=fe7fd01e011e74ed368fd0f41aed795abe92a2d6
In 100A (1855), John Leitch, editor of Young's Collective works, Volume Three (pgs. 182-87), gave the following rather long 6-page footnote to the above section, cited by an asterisk * after the word required:
This was the first announcement of the discovery of the hieroglyphic alphabet. The volume of the Encyclopædia Britannica containing it appeared in 136A/1819.
In the year 134A/1821, Champollion published his memoir: "From the Hieratic Writings of the Ancient Egyptians", in which he asserts that the hieroglyphics are "signs of things, not of sounds" (supra, pg. 157, note), from which it is evident that he did not yet suspect the existence of phonetic signs among the hieroglyphic characters.
In the following year, after having read the article Egypt, he published the discovery as his own in his celebrated: "Letter to Joseph Dacier" ("Lettre à M. Dacier"), which contained an alphabet consisting of various characters discovered by himself as well as those whose value had been ascertained by Dr. Young. Several signs also which the latter supposed to be syllabic were shown by M. Champollion to be purely alphabetic.
In short it was Young's alphabet corrected and extended. Chevalier [Christian] Bunsen, however, although he admits that Young is entitled to the priority, that he demonstrated his discovery to some extent, and that Champollion was led to his discovery by the impression which Dr. Young's analysis of the names of Ptolemy and Berenice produced on his mind, denies that Champollion merely improved on Young, and awards to the former the merit of having found "the alphabet of the Egyptian language and characters", the greatest discovery of the century because he employed "a very different method, and one peculiar to himself." (Egypt's Place, p. 325.)
The following are Young and Champollion decodings of the key cartouches:
https://preview.redd.it/rk4vbyy7o2vc1.png?width=1000&format=png&auto=webp&s=1038f385d68f2188fc97d0b311ec610c147c5362
It would scarcely be more absurd to say that the patentee of an improved musket should be regarded as the inventor of fire-arms, because he introduced a different method of loading or priming. Champollion appropriated Young's discovery, and thus far his system was certainly peculiar; but in carrying it out, he only departed from Young's method in so far as was prescribed by an advanced stage of the investigation.
In making the first step, which was of course the most difficult, Young was obliged to seek for analogies in the enchorial character. Champollion on the other hand had merely to compare the signs he attempted to decipher with Dr. Young's alphabet; and it so happened that the two hieroglyphic names of Ptolemy and Berenice analysed by Young contained most of the characters in that of Cleopatra, the word on which all Champollion's discoveries hinged.
The merit of the latter is still further diminished by the fact, that his attention was drawn by Mr. Bankes to the hieroglyphic name of Cleopatra on the obelisk of Philæ; and it is worthy of remark that although Salt (Essay, p. 7-10) and Schwarze (Das Alte Egypten, p. 201) describe at length the difficult process by which Bankes arrived at the identification of this group, and comment on Champollion's characteristic silence regarding his obligations to him, Chevalier Bunsen not only ignores the fact that Champollion was indebted to the English traveller for this important element in the discovery, but even asserts that after recognising on the obelisk the ring of Ptolemy corresponding with that on the Rosetta Stone discovered by Dr. Young, Champollion "assumed that the other would correspond likewise with the name of Cleopatra," as if there were only one other ring in the inscription, and such an assumption were perfectly natural and obvious. (See note, p. 293.) In these circumstances the verification of some of Dr. Young's results and the rectification of others certainly did not seem to require any extraordinary ingenuity. But it may be asked why was not this done by Dr. Young himself? He tells us (see p. 296) that he was misled by a mistake in his copy of the lithographic sketch of the obelisk, and that he had not "leisure at the time to enter into a very minute comparison of the name with other authorities." Chevalier Bunsen, without taking any notice whatever of this, asserts that "Young failed to perceive the use or value of this monument." It must be admitted that he was too easily discouraged, and that, as Peyron remarks (infra, p. 423), the vast variety of his pursuits prevented him in this instance from perfecting his own discovery, which was from that moment transferred to Champollion's hands. This, however, does not invalidate his claim to the merit of the original discovery, which has indeed been hitherto awarded to him by impartial persons of all nations. Although Chevalier Bunsen confidently predicts that those who have dared to oppose Champollion will be unknown to posterity (Egypt's Place, p. 244), we have no doubt that the following judgment of Klaproth will have at least as much weight with future ages enchorial alphabet, which is subjoined, is applicable to most of the proper names in the inscription of Rosetta, and probably also to some other symbols which have been the prototypes of as that of his countryman, although it was elicited in the course of a controversy with Champollion:-"M. Champollion a l'air de croire que c'est attaquer l'honneur Français que de supposer qu'un autre que lui eût pu le devancer dans cette partie de sa carrière littéraire. Qu'il se souvienne que rien ne peut porter honneur que ce qui est vrai. Il ne persuadera jamais aux personnes impartiales et en état de juger d'après les faits, que ses travaux sur l'alphabet des hieroglyphes phonétiques puissent ravir à M. Young le droit de réclamer pour lui l'honneur de la découverte de cet alphabet, selon la maxime universellement adoptée: Prior in tempore, potior in jure." (Seconde Lettre sur les Hieroglyphes, p. 6. 1827.) When Champollion, however, found that Young's claim to priority could not be controverted, he attempted to show that there ought to be no question of priority at all, because his system was widely different from Young's. (Infra, p. 451.) His mystification on this point, as well as on the process by which he obtained his alphabet, is reproduced and exaggerated by his German disciple, whose vague and confused conception of the whole subject, together with his obscure and inflated language, render him sometimes quite unintelligible. (See, for instance, Egypt's Place, p. 327; Infra, p. 362, note.) The latter says that Young had no notion of "a purely phonetic alphabet, although he suspected 'a certain kind of syllabic system'in itself a very obscure and uncritical expression." Dr. Young has nowhere used that expression, but he has repeatedly asserted that foreign proper names were formed in the Egyptian language by syllabic as well as alphabetic characters, an opinion which was afterwards embraced by Champollion, who in his Lettre à M. Dacier, speaks of the "valeur syllabico-alphabetique" (p. 2), of the signs employed for expressing foreign names and again refers to them (p. 40), as the "écriture semi-alphabetique Egyptienne." In his Précis, however, published two years after, where he endeavoured to show that his system had peculiar features which distinguished it from that of Young, he says "D'après moi les Egyptiens transcrivirent les noms propres étrangers par une méthode toute alphabétique." But Dr. Young's opinion has been fully confirmed by more recent discoveries: see, for instance, Lepsius, Lettre à Rosellini, p. 34, where he gives several foreign names composed on the syllabic principle. But both Champollion and Bunsen sometimes speak of Dr. Young's alphabet as if it were entirely syllabic, although the majority of the characters discovered by him are purely alphabetical, and have precisely the same value in Champollion's alphabet. Chevalier Bunsen, contrasting the narrowness of Young's views with those of Champollion, states that the former had no idea of homophone signs, and that his "hieroglyphic alphabet as conceived by him was no alphabet for the language, but only for foreign names;" but there is abundant evidence in this work (see pp. 164, 179, 296) that Champollion was also indebted to Young for the idea of the interchange of various characters for the same sound; and it is scarcely conceivable that the author of Egypt's Place' should have formed a different opinion if he had perused the article Egypt' with attention. As to the second point, Champollion most assuredly did not set out with more enlarged views than Young, as is implied by Chevalier Bunsen's language. He had no notion that the alphabet was a key to Egyptian names and words until he was forced, by repeated application of it to unknown groups, to relinquish his former opinion, which he had adopted from Young, together with his phonetic discovery, as is evident from his Lettre à M. Dacier (p. 3), where he merely speaks of the phonetic characters being used for "inscribing on the monuments of Egypt the titles, names, and surnames of the Greek and Roman sovereigns who governed it in succession." But if Young did not know the full value of his discovery, Champollion, on the other hand, after improving on it, exaggerated its importance, as is clearly shown by Klaproth in his Examen Critique (pp. 23, 24). Chevalier Bunsen also asserts that "Young was led to an approach to the truth merely by an assumption foreign to his own system, and one from the first inseparably clogged with error." On the contrary Young had from the outset recognized a phonetic element in the enchorial character, and even made some additions to Akerblad's alphabet. When he discovered therefore that that character was derived from the hieroglyphic, it naturally occurred to him that proper names would be formed in an analogous manner in the sacred writings; and with regard to the errors he committed, it is sufficient to remark that Champollion corrected them by comparing Young's alphabet with one or two words, and but for an accident Dr. Young himself would have done the same. Indeed any person of ordinary ingenuity might have done what, according. to Chevalier Bunsen, Champollion is to be immortalised for having accomplished. Champollion's true claims to admiration rest on the skill, perseverance, and success with which he applied the hieroglyphic alphabet to the monuments of Egypt. Chevalier Bunsen adds, that Young's errors in the analysis of the names of Ptolemy and Berenice were the natural result of his system, "because his speculations were based on no certain or definite value of the individual hieroglyphics" (Egypt's Place, p. 321); but it is surely too much to expect that his speculations should be based on that which they only aimed at discovering. On the other hand, according to Bunsen, "The denial of any phonetic element in the hieroglyphic characters was a natural conclusion from false premises, which Champollion shared in common with the rest." (Ibid. p. 325.) Now, Champollion at a very early period adopted, of course without acknowledgment, the enchorial discoveries of Akerblad, who showed that that mode of writing contained an alphabet; and when he afterwards similarly appropriated Dr. Young's discovery that the enchorial character was derived from the hieroglyphics, he ought to have concluded that the latter also possessed phonetic signs. But the circumstance which led Young to the truth led Champollion further astray; for, having assumed that the hieroglyphics were exclusively symbolic, he inferred that the hieratic characters (the derivation of which from the former was also demonstrated by Young in 1816, and published by Champollion as a discovery of his own in 1821) were in like manner destitute of alphabetic signs.
Those who read the history of hieroglyphical discovery in Egypt's Place in Universal History,' unless previously acquainted with the facts, might suppose that Champollion's career was, from the outset, one of rapid and triumphant discovery and that Young was in comparison a miserable bungler, although the author patronisingly bestows on him an occasional compliment; but amid all the inaccuracies, inconsistencies, misrepresentations, and confusion of thought which prevail throughout this section of Chevalier Bunsen's work, there are to be found certain facts which could not be withheld, and which are perfectly sufficient to show that until Champollion adopted Young's discoveries the case was directly the reverse. The author says that his hero "appeared, from his earliest years, to be the destined instrument of forwarding Egyptian research;" but although Champollion began his Egyptian studies before 1807 and made them the sole business of his life, he really discovered nothing till 1822. In his letter to the President of the Royal Society, in 1814 (supra, p. 62), he states that his study of the Rosetta Inscription had been constante et suicie; but it had produced no important result, and it was prosecuted eight years longer with equal fruitlessness. When forced to descend to facts, the utmost Chevalier Bunsen can say is that Champollion almost discovered something. (Egypt's Place, p. 324, supra, p. 54, note.) Now Dr. Young, who commenced his Egyptian researches in 1814, published near the close of that year his conjectural translation of the Rosetta Inscription, discovered the following year that there were symbolic signs in the enchorial character, demonstrated in 1816 that the cursive characters of the sacred papyri were derived from the hieroglyphics, and in 1818 discovered the hieroglyphic alphabet; besides these, he made various minor discoveries, some of which are enumerated at p. 274. Champollion's discoveries were founded entirely on Young's, and but for the latter Champollion, with all his industry and ingenuity, would in all probability have continued to grope on in the Egyptian darkness helplessly and hopelessly to the end, although Chevalier Bunsen believes that he was sent upon earth for the express purpose of dispelling it. The partiality of the learned German to his friend and niaster is too strong to be concealed, and he frankly avows, at the close of an enthusiastic eulogium, that his praise is "dictated by a no less powerful sense of conviction than of heartfelt gratitude, because we enjoyed the happiness of his personal acquaintance, and of learning from him the first rudiments of hieroglyphic
the characters: it is taken from the alphabet of Akerblad, but considerably modified by the conjectures which have been published in the Museum Criticum.
The last line of the inscription of Rosetta will serve as a specimen of the way in which the hieroglyphical characters were lore at the foot of the obelisks at Rome." (Egypt's Place, p. 244.) Notwithstanding this, however, Chevalier Bunsen affects a lofty disregard of whatever is personal in the history of this great discovery, and he certainly does most carefully avoid hinting that there was anything censurable in Champollion's conduct towards Young; but when he goes out of his way to commend the former for his candour in acknowledging the merits of the latter (ibid. p. 327), and to charge Young with claiming Champollion's discoveries (ibid. p. 322; infra, p. 265), he does enter upon the personal element involved in the question, and his misrepresentations on these points, as well as on various others, manifest not only a profound reliance on the ignorance of his readers, but afford, we are constrained to add, signal proof that the force of his gratitude can only be equalled by the facility of his conviction.
The French, unlike Chevalier Bunsen, did not espouse Champollion's cause from personal feeling, for he was not esteemed by his countrymen, and some of the most distinguished of those who advocated his claims have recorded their contempt for his character. (Supra, pp. 51, 59, 75, note; infra, p. 252). National vanity was the sole motive which prompted the French to lay claim to this great discovery, and they entered into the controversy as a national question. M. Arago, as far as regards himself, does not attempt to conceal this in his Eloge of Dr. Young, where, after disclaiming all cosmopolitism, a quality which one is not apt to look for in his countrymen, he proceeds to evince his patriotism by asserting that the discovery of the Royal Rings in the monuments of Egypt (see p. 274) is due to De Guignes, and that of the hieroglyphic alphabet to Champollion; as he had already, in the same memoir, claimed for Papin the invention of the steam-engine. His reason for denying to Dr. Young the discovery of the hieroglyphic alphabet is entirely different from that alleged by Chevalier Bunsen for the same purpose. He asserts that Young did not demonstrate his discovery; but any one who reads carefully the article Egypt' can satisfy himself of the contrary, and even Chevalier Bunsen, notwithstanding his glaring partiality, admits that he did demonstrate it to some extent. Klaproth also says, in his preface to the Collection des Monumens Egyptiens de M. Palin,' that "le célèbre Zoëga avait déjà soupçonne qu'une partie des signes hieroglyphiques pouvaient être employee alphabétiquement, mais l'honneur d'avoir démontré ce fait appartient au Docteur Young." Even among Champollion's countrymen, however, there are some whose conscientious convictions have proved stronger than their feelings of nationality: for example, the Chevalier de Paravey, than whom no man in France is better qualified to form an opinion on the subject. That distinguished savant admits that "Dr. Young was the first who showed that the hieroglyphic characters have, in many cases, an alphabetic value, and thus furnished M. Champollion with a key, without which the latter could never have arrived at the important and curious results which he has since obtained." (Infra, p. 405.)
Besides Chevalier Bunsen, two of his friends, Lepsius and Schwarze (whose contributions to Egypt's Place,' together with those of Mr. Birch, render it on the whole a valuable work), have published, the former a brief account of the discovery of the hieroglyphic alphabet, in a letter to his early patron Rosellini, the friend and coadjutor of Champollion, in which he does not even hint at Champollion's obligations to Young; and the latter, a very learned and voluminous work, entitled Das Alte Ægypten (4to. Th. I. Abth. I. II. pp. 2183), in which he gives a detailed history of all that has been done towards the discovery and decypherment of the Egyptian language and methods of writing. It contains certainly the fullest, and as Chevalier Bunsen asserts, the best, history of hieroglyphical discovery in existence. In Schwarze's account of Dr. Young's researches he did the latter great injustice; not so much, however, from partiality, although he also betrays a certain degree of bias towards Champollion, the head of the school to which he belongs, but because he was
combined, so as to form a language; and will show at the same time the relation between the sacred and the enchorial texts. At the beginning of the line we find some obscurity, and a want of perfect correspondence in the two inscriptions; but it is clear that the fork or ladder, the arm and the feathers, mean to prepare or procure (n. 165); then follows a column (n. 91); the wavy line of (n. 177); the semicircle and two dashes, with the arm, probably strong or hard; the block or square below, with its semicircle, stone; the loop or knot wrought or engraven; the half arch in or with; the instrument or case, writing, or letters (n. 103); the wavy line, the hatchet, and drop, with the three dashes making a plural, appropriate to the gods, that is, sacred (n. 146); the case again, letters; the hat, of (n. 177); the ladder, arm, and feathers, the country; the serpent and bent line, approaching to the sense of perpetuity and greatness, seem to be a mark of respect to the country, though it is barely possible that they may be substituted for the repetition of the instrument or case, and may mean the language, and belong to the following curl on the stem, the feathers, the serpent, and the hat, which signify Greek (n. 83). The head dress of flowers meaning probably a priest, the following curl with the dashes probably ornamental or honorary, or perhaps collective, and the two bowls, with the man in the plural, a publication (n. 158), the whole of these symbols must express the honorary decree of the priests, or the decree of the assembled priests; but the enchorial text seems to include the symbol for honour. The oval, with the semicircle and arm, implies in order that, or in order to; the fork with cross bars, the arm, the legs, and the snake, set it up (n. 164); the bird, in unable to procure a copy of the article Egypt,' by far the most important of all Dr. Young's memoirs on the Egyptian writings. He certainly did not go so far as to assert, like his countryman (Egypt's Place, p. 322), that Young "actually discovered and deciphered nothing at all,"- - an opinion quoted with approbation by a writer in one of our most eminent literary journals (infra, p. 255), in blind reliance on Chevalier Bunsen, the real value of whose authority he could have ascertained if he chose without much difficulty-but he adopted the same view in regard to Dr. Young's ignorance of homophone signs, and several other points, where he was obliged to rely on Champollion's misrepresentations. In a subsequent part of his work (p. 445), however, he states that he had at length obtained from the Berlin Library, Baron von Humboldt's copy of the article, the perusal of which greatly increased his admiration of the author's powers of investigation, and showed him that much, especially in the interpretation of symbolical hieroglyphics, which is usually regarded as the property of Champollion, belongs in reality to Dr. Young.-Ed.
(n. 172); the three broad feathers over as many open squares, the temples, as a plural; the half arch and oval with the plural dashes, all, or of all kinds; the open square, wheel, scale, head, dash, and ring, Egypt (n. 80); the figure with a vase on his head, subjection or power, as in n. 139—making the whole, belonging to Egypt, or throughout Egypt; the fork and dash are in, or in all; the knots or chains, followed by the numbers of the first, the second, and the third order (n. 187, 189, 191); the oval, half arch, and dash, wherever, or in which, leaving out "shall be," the tool and standing figure, with the intervening characters, the image (n. 101); the hat, of; the reed and bee, with the semicircles, King; the square, semicircle, lion, half arch, two feathers, and bent line, Ptolemy (n. 56); the handled cross and serpent with the two semicircles, the everliving (n. 110); the square block, semicircle, and chain, dear to (n. 162); the hieralpha and two feathers, Phthah, or Vulcan (n. 6)—all this being included within the ring or phylactery together with the name; the open square, the oval, and the pair of legs after the ring, illustrious or Epiphanes (n. 121); and lastly, the scale and the three lutes, munificent (n. 154)—the conjunctions being often omitted, as they also very commonly are in Coptic, and even in Greek.
The enchorial text agrees in many parts extremely well with the hieroglyphics, according to the general style of imitation which has been already explained and exemplified, although in some passages there is a greater difference than might have been expected. The beginning of the enchorial line seems to contain the word decree, which cannot be found in this part of the hieroglyphics; the character for letters occurs three times in it, as if the sacred character used in the third place meant language; the "sacerdotal decree" of the sacred characters is omitted in the corresponding part of the enchorial; the word temples is repeated before each numeral; the term wherever is amplified; the image is a very coarse imitation, and is followed by the character for a deity, meaning sacred or divine; and, lastly, the name of Ptolemy is omitted, the word king being only followed by "whose life shall be for ever," or a phrase of similar import.
Notes
  1. This page is under 🚧 construction.
  2. The annotations are my notes from 17 Apr A69 (2024).
  3. The P of phonetics, comes from the letter phi (Φ), the Ptah fire-drill letter, and the "sound" aspect of the word, derives from the model that the "cry" or first sound, aka proto (secret name), was the "cry" of the phoenix, which started the creation process.
  4. The S of sound, seems to have to do with the fact that the phoenix, as Horus, is born with a snake, in the bulb of the sun; and seems to have to do with Hercules strangling a snake in his crib.
References Young
  • Young, Thomas. (140A/c.1815). "An Explanation of the Hieroglyphics on the Stone of Rosetta", Egyptological manuscripts; dating from: 141A/1814 to 136A/1829 (post). British Library. London.
  • Young, Thomas. (136A/1819). “Egypt” (61-pgs), Encyclopædia Britannica, Supplement 4.1. Edinburgh, Dec.
  • Young, Thomas. (132A/1823). An Account of Some Recent Discoveries in Hieroglyphical Literature and Egyptian Antiquities: Including the Author's Original Alphabet, as Extended by Mr. Champollion, with a Translation of Five Unpublished Greek and Egyptian Manuscripts (160-pgs). Publisher.
  • Young, Thomas. (126A/1829). Miscellaneous Works of the Late Thomas Young, Volume Three (editor: John Leitch) (625-pgs). Murray, 100A/1855.Y
  • Young, Thomas. (124A/1831). Rudiments of an Egyptian Dictionary in the Ancient Enchorial Character: Containing All the Words of which the Sense Has Been Ascertained (110-pgs). Publisher.
References Champollion
  • Champollion, Jean. (134A/1821). "From the Hieratic Writings of the Ancient Egyptians" ("De l'Ecriture Hiératique des Anciens Egyptiens") ("hieroglyphics are signs of things, not of sounds" (supra, pg. 157, note) (7-pgs). Baratier.
  • Champollion, Jean. (133A/1822). "Letter to Joseph Dacier" ("Lettre à M. Dacier") (text). Publisher.
  • Champollion, Jean. (123A/1832). Egyptian Grammar (Grammaire égyptienne) (images). Publisher, 119A/1836.
References Other
  • Salt, Henry. (132A/1823). Essay on Dr. Young's and M. Champollion's Phonetic System of Hieroglyphics: With Some Additional Discoveries, by which it May be Applied to Decipher the Names of the Ancient Kings of Egypt and Ethiopia (72-pgs). Green.
  • Robinson, Andrew. (A51/2006). The Last Man Who Knew Everything: Thomas Young, the Anonymous Genius who Proved Newton Wrong, and Deciphered the Rosetta Stone, Among Other Surprising Feats (Archive) (pdf-file) (296-pgs) (An Explanation of the Hieroglyphics on the Stone of Rosetta, pg. vii). OpenBooks, A68/2023.

submitted by JohannGoethe to CartoPhonetics [link] [comments]


2024.04.15 13:29 JohannGoethe History of theories on the origin of letter M and the word mu (μυ)?

History of theories on the origin of letter M and the word mu (μυ)?
Abstract
A short history on theories concerning the origin of letter M and the origin of the name mu (MY, μυ), word value: 440, in Greek.
M extant
In 3100A (-1145), letter M was written on the Fayum plates Abecedaria, found in the Fayum Oasis, Egypt, as follows, which seems to be the oldest alphabetically-ordered letter M on record:
Fayum M
In 2610A (-655), letter M was written on the Samos cup Abecedaria as follows:
Samos cup (2610A/-655) letter M.
Mu extant
In 2490A (-535), Hipponax, in his Evidence and Fragments (fragment 123) used the term: “μῦ λαλεῖν” ( laleín) or “mu facere” {Latin}, meaning: “they sing” 🎶, possibly in the sense of a musical? A citation of this fragment Hipponax mu fragment is as follows:
https://preview.redd.it/2rkoms56souc1.jpg?width=1086&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=b2f19915820e224e88f41a09294ebe45e9728ac8
The LSJ gives the following entry (and here) on mu renders the Hipponax term: μῦ λαλεῖν” ( laleín) as meaning “to mutter“, to represent a sound 🔊 made with the lips 👄:
τό, name of the letter μ, IG2.4321.24 (iv B. C.), Epigr. ap. Ath. 10.454f, Hellad. ap. Phot.*Bibl.*p.530 B., etc.2 μῦ or μὺ μῦ, to represent a muttering sound made with the lips, μῦ λαλεῖν to mutter, Hippon.80 (dub. l.); to imitate the sound of sobbing, μὺ μῦ, μὺ μῦ Aristophanes The Knights (2379Α/-424) [Eq.10].
In 2379A (-424), Aristophanes, in his The Knights, used the 4-letter word mumu (μυμυ), which is translated by Ian Johnstone (A62/2017) as follows:
https://preview.redd.it/nc0cmue3xouc1.jpg?width=1071&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=557b1260946871414c7d1bfdd866cd90cee8d47a
Johnstone gives the following footnote to this “mumu (μυμυ)” term:
“Olympus was a musician from the 7th century who composed flute 🪈 music 🎵. The English words here have been provided by the translator; the Greek simply has them repeating a series of mu sounds, without any lyrics.“
Possibly this mu-mu is the Etymo of the word music 🎶?
The original Greek version, contrary to Johnson’s “do-o-oooo” translation, however, seems to be the cow 🐮 moo sound, or maybe the cat sound: “mu mu”?
Kircher
In 300A (1655), Kircher, in his 21-letter Egyptian Alphabet, supposedly based on Coptic, assigned letter M as was based on an Egyptian 𓈖 [N35] water 💦 symbol:
M = 𓈖 [N35] water 💦
Young
In 136A (1819), Thomas Young, in his Egypt article , §:6.G Relations (pg. 35), said that letter M was based on an owl, and resembled the "coptic prefix M" which corroborated with the M of Akerblad's alphabet, and diagrammed this in figure 172, shown below:
[add]
Champollion
In 133A (1822), Jean Champollion, in his hieroglyphic table, assigned the owl 𓅓 to letter M:
M = 𓅓 [G17] owl 🦉
Lenormant
In 104A (1851), Francois Lenormant, age 14, published an essay on some Greek tablets found at Memphis; therein, or shortly thereafter, he theorized about some sort of connection existing between the Egyptian hieroglyphs and the Phoenician alphabet letters. Specifically, according to Rouge (96A/1859), he was the first to connect Thoth 𓁟 [C3] to the Phoenician letters:
𓁟 = inventor of Phoenician alphabet
Or:
𓁟 = ✍️ → 𐤕 ,𐤔 ,𐤓 ,𐤒 ,𐤑 ,𐤐 ,𐤏 ,𐤎 ,𐤍 ,𐤌 ,𐤋 ,𐤊 ,𐤉 ,𐤈 ,𐤇 ,𐤆 ,𐤅 ,𐤄 ,𐤃 ,𐤂 ,𐤁 ,𐤀
Where:
M = 𐤌
is the 13th Phoenician letter.
Rouge
In 104A (1851), Emmanuel Rouge, in his alphabet table, connected letter M to the owl 𓅓 [G17], sickle 𓌳 [U1], and the 𓐝 [Aa15] symbol, as carto-phonetic parent characters, or something along these lines, to letter M:
Rouge (104A/1851) letter M model, from owl 𓅓, plinth 𓐝, and or sickle 𓌳.
In symbols:
  • M = 𓅓 [G17] owl 🦉
  • M = 𓐝 [Aa15], an unknown) meaning?
  • M =𓌳 [U1], a sickle, tool for cutting crops 🌱 at harvest time
In 96A (1859), Rouge, in his Egyptian Origin of the Phoenician Alphabet (pg. 6), credited Lenormant as having first proffered the Thoth = Phoenician letter inventor model.
Taylor
In 72A (1883), Isaac Taylor), in his The Alphabet: An Account of the Origin and Development of Letters, Volume One (pg. #), derived the Phoenician M from the cursive form of the owl 𓅓 [G17], as follows:
Taylor owl 🦉= M type model
Taylor then gave (pg. 11) the following letter M evolution tree diagram:
Tayor model (72A/1883) evolution of letter M from owl 🦉 hieroglyph model.
Petrie
In 50A (1905), Flindes Petrie, under the guise of the “Egyptian Exploration Fund” expedition, wrote down a large number of cave wall and Sphinx figurine markings, while exploring Serabit el-Khadim, Sinai.
In 49A (1906), Petrie, in his Researches in Sinai, stated the following about hand-drawn characters found on figure 346 (shown below):
”The figure 138 [#346] was found at the doorway of the shrine of Sopdu, whic was built by Hatshepsut. The sphinx is of a red sandstone which was used by Tahutmes III, and not at other times. Each of these facts is not conclusive by itself, but they all agree, and we are bound to accept this writing as being of about 3455A (-1500).”
— Flinders Petrie (49A/1906), Researches in Sinai (pg. 131)
In 43A (1912), Petrie, in his The Formation of the Alphabet, argued that the Phoenician alphabet “crystalized out of a diffused signary evidenced in all corners of the Mediterranean littoral” and alluded to the possibility of there being alphabetic writing in the Sinai cave inscriptions.
Gardiner
In 39A (1916), Alan Gardiner, in his “On the Egyptian Origin of the Semitic Alphabet”, building on Petrie (43A/1912), postulated that that there must have existed a theoretical “proto-Semitic script” that was the parent of Phoenician alphabet, Greek alphabet, and “South-Semitic alphabets” (Pratorius, 46A/1909), and in his “Comparative table of alphabets”, said that the Phoenician M, Greek M, and Hebrew M all comes from Egyptian water ♒ 💦 zig-zag symbols: 𓈖 [N35], 𓈗 [N35A], , 𓏁 [W15], 𓏂 [W16], 𓀆 [A6], 𓀇 [A6A], 𓀈 [A6B], shown in row #8, found carved on Sinai cave walls, which he defines as “Sinai new script”:
Gardiner (39A/1916) model of letter M as a water zig-zag 𓈖 [N35] glyph.
The following are plates 345 and 346, with the water-waves💧shown in blue:
Petrie (49A/1906) Sinai inscriptions.
Rows #9 and #10, to give contrast, are Gardiner’s Sinai new script characters for letter N, a letter he thinks is based on the cave artistry of a fish 🐡, 🐠, 🐟 [346], one example shown above, or snake 🐍 [346], two examples shown above in green, character drawings.
Gardiner thinks these symbols were made as follows:
“These inscriptions are not Egyptian hieroglyphs, yet many of the signs are obvious borrowed from that source.”
— Alan Gardiner (39A/1916), “On the Egyptian Origin of the Semitic Alphabet” (pg. 14)
This is the key quote that has allowed many to believe that “traveling Semites”, who had learned to write in the Egyptian schools, invented the alphabet via imitating certain hieroglyphs, e.g. the animal head, next to the water wave in figure 345, according to Gardiner is “borrowed“ from the Egyptian 𓃾 [F1] glyph of an ox head, and that this was how the Phoenician letter A originated.
Gardiner (pg. 11) also credited Lenormant as theorizing that “Semites learned to write in the Egyptian schools”.
Gardiner concluded his article by saying that this “New Sinai script”, i.e. the characters shown above, could not be dated “latter than” 3055A (-1100), and that they were written write ✍️ by “foreign Semites“ who either were working in the Sinai turquoise mines or were visiting people at the “chief meeting place” (pg. 12) where Semites and Egyptians often met, according to Gardiner, or something along these lines.
Jeffery Epigraphic
In 4A (1951), Anne Jeffery, in her The Local Scripts of Archaic Greece (see: table), gave the following eleven examples of early Greek letter M forms:
Jeffery (4A/1951) early Greek letter M epigraphic forms.
The following, made on 16 Apr A69 (2024), shows early Greek epigraphic letter M forms with Egyptian sickles 𓌳 [U1] overlaid:
https://preview.redd.it/gw6lqr5s3xuc1.jpg?width=1229&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=1132ec1fa04b540447f5b67fd413b5e4a38d6f67
As we see these, aside from the maybe the 9th letter, do NOT match any water 💦 “waves” 🌊 or water pouring zig-zags anyone has ever seen? Jeffery’s epigraphic data thus disproves Gardiner’s M = Semitic-Egyptian water symbol model.
Thims M = sickle
On 18 Aug A67 (2022), LibbThims, independent of Rouge and Taylor, whose work he had not yet read, had decoded the origin of letter M from the sickle 𓌳 [U1] glyph, of the Maa hiero-name, as follows:
Thims (18 Aug A67/2022) decoding of letter M from sickle 𓌳 [U1] glyph.
On 19 Aug A67 (2022), Thims used the “character overlap method”, as follows, to show the overlay of the 𓌳 [U1] glyph on the Phoenician M (𐤌), as evidenced proof that the former is is what the latter type is based on:
Thims (19 Aug A67/2022) character overlay test of sickle 𓌳 [U1] glyph on the Phoenician M (𐤌), shown an 85% match, in visual guesstimate.
We also see that Greek M (μ), wherein the long arm of mu is the sickle “blade”, made of attached fling stones used to cut plants 🌱 at during harvest season, is reversed, or on the left side, as compared to the Phoenician M (𐤌), which has the blade of the cutting tool on the right side; all three shown below are oriented in the blade-on-right direction, for clarity. In letter type evolution:
M = 𓎉 » 𓌳 » 𐤌 » μ » 𐡌 » 𐌌 » Μ » म » מ » Ⲙ » ᛗ » 𐌼 » م
This decoding was done while working on the 42 = maa (μαα) cipher, which shows that the Μaat sickle/scythe shape is the parent character of the Phoenician M. Thims also pointed out, during this week, that the sickle as M parent shape, also matches the ”moral” nature of the letter, as seen in burials of people with sickles placed over their necks; the sickle or scythe also is the tool of the Grim Reaper, the messenger of death, when someone is a wrong-doer.
On 25 Oct A67 (2022), Thims posted a comparison of the Taylor own 🦉= 𐤌 model vs the sickle 𓌳 = 𐤌 model, as follows, which got a 2+ upvote like ranking:
Thims (25 Oct A67/2022) comparison of the Tayor owl 🦉 = 𐤌 (M) vs the sickle 𓌳 = 𐤌 (M) models.
Thims Mu = 440 (Apep home = 440); Nu = 450 (Apep river bank = 450)
On [date], Thims determined that the word value of mu (μυ) (ΜΥ) (40-400) [440] matched the dimensions of the home 🏠 of Apep, namely: 440 x 440 cubits or 𓍥𓎉 x 𓍥𓎉 𓂣, the giant 7th gate snake 🐍 that blocks the solar 🌞 boat 𓊞 of Ra through the Milky Way 🐄 each night, as described in the Book of Gates (3500A/-1545), as follows:
Book of Gates (3500A/-1545) section showing that the home 🏠 of the 7th gate Apep snake 🐍 is 440 cubits², located next to a river bank that is 450 cubits in length; which matches the word values of Nu (μυ) [440] and Mu (νυ) [450], the names of the 13th and 14th Greek letters.
English translation by Budge:
“The region of the Tuat [Amduat] where the giant serpent Apep 𓆙 (or Neha-hra) lives is called Tchau 𓍑𓄿𓅱𓈗𓈀, and it is 440 𓍥𓎉 cubits 𓂣 long and 440 𓍥𓎉 cubits 𓂣 wide. In the seventh gate of Duat, the boat of Ra has traverse a region where there is not sufficient water to float his boat 𓊞 or to permit of its being towed; moreover, his way is blocked by Apep, which lies on a sand bank 450 𓍥𓎊 cubits 𓂣 long.”— Wallis Budge (A49/1906), The Egyptian Heaven and Hell, Volume Three (pg. 152)
Thims also noted here that the sand bank on the river next to the home 🏠 of Apep is 450 cubits or 𓍥𓎊 𓂣 in length, which matches the word value of Nu (νυ), the 14th Greek letter, which by no coincidence is the letter next to letter M, in alphabetic order, just 450 cubit river is next to the 440 cubit home in the Book of Gates. In table form:
440 450
Egyptian 𓍥𓎉 𓂣 Apep home 🏠 dimensions. 𓍥𓎊 𓂣 Apep river bank dimensions.
Greek Mu (μυ) Value of name of Mu, Greek letter M. Νυ (Νυ) Value of name of Nu, Greek letter N.
The following is a diagram of the Fayum M and N along with two versions of Egyptian sickles and the N-bend of the Nile, overlaid on M and N, respectively:
https://preview.redd.it/xoiml3mw8ouc1.jpg?width=1187&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=356a634ba4551971c93a1491eb6384a25e7cc41a
On 21 Oct A68 (2023), Thims made the following conceptual diagram of the 440 cubit² home 🏠 of Apep 🐍, at 7th solar ☀️ gate 𓉪, either below the 440 cubit² base sized Khufu pyramid, or in the stars ✨ above the pyramid, in the Milky Way:
Thims (21 Oct A68/2023) conceptual diagram of the 7th solar ☀️ gate 𓉪 of Apep snake 🐍, at the 19th hour, of the 24-hours or 24-Horus 𓁜 sun 🌞 or stoicheia count units, in a 440 cubit² sized star 🌟 home 🏠, blocking the solar boat 𓊞 of Ra.
Thims Osiris = 440
On 24 Jan A69 (2024), Thims had decoded the that Osiris (οσιριν) [440 = 𓀲], the Egyptian crop 🌱 god, as number 440, was the god name, aka “secret name”, used to make the base of Khufu 👁️⃤ pyramid (4500A/-2545), as follows, post getting a 3+ upvote rating and lots of debate and attempted refutation from the PIEland linguists:
Thims (24 Jan A69/2024) decoding that the 440 cubit base of Khufu pyramid is based on the secret name of Osiris, spelled OSIRIN (ΟΣΙΡΙΝ) [440] according to Plutarch.
On 11:21PM 14 Apr A69 (2024), Thims, to summarize, in one image, what was done in this post (13 Apr A69), posted the following diagram to summarize things, collectively:
Thims (14 Apr A69/2024) summary of how the hiero-name (𓐙𓌳𓏏𓂣) of the Maat 𓁧 morality 𓍝 goddess, combined with the name value of 440 of Osiris, spelled as OSIRIN (ΟΣΙΡΙΝ) [440], became the letter M, the 13th Greek letter, with a word value of 440.
In table summary form:
Type Number Value Name Goddess Symbol Evidence
Egyptian 𓌳 𓎉 𓍥𓎉 𓐙𓌳𓏏𓂣 𓁧 {Maat} [42 laws] 𓍝 Khufu pyramid 👁️⃤ base length = 440 cubits (𓂣)
Phoenician 𐤌
Greek M, μ 40 440 Mu (μυ) Dike (Δικη) [42] ⚖️ Osiris (Οσιριν) [440]
We thus went from the following original Khufu (4500A/-4545) pyramid era model:
  • 𓁦 = 𓐙𓌳𓏏𓂣 {Maat}, the morality goddess of the 40 + 2 laws of Egypt
  • 𓐙 = Osiris (ΟΣΙΡΙΝ) [440] plinth
  • 𓌳 = Egypto M, a sickle or tool for cutting crops 🌱; Osiris was cut into 14 pieces, but only 13 pieces were found
  • 𓏏 = loaf of bread 🍞, 🥯, 🥖
  • 𓂣 = cubit, 24 finger digits in length
To the following Greek era (2800A/-845) LunarScript version:
  • M = 13th letter, value: 40, name: mu (μυ), value: 440
Ancient Egyptian
On 11:57PM 14 Apr A69 (2024), Thims cross-posted the previously made Osiris 440 summary diagram to AncientEgyptian (members: 8.2K; online: 6+), and within 2-hours, 339-views, 40% upvote rate, and 7 comments of discussion, was permanently banned 🚫 from the sub (which he had only posted at before twice in the last year or so), and the post was removed, per reason of pseudo-science:
Thims was permanently-banned, within 2-hours, from AncientEgyptian for suggesting that letter M in symbol: 𓌳 » 𐤌 » μ, name: mu (μυ), and name value: 440, derive from “Ancient Egypt“.
It is bannable pseudo-science, according to the AncientEgyptian, to postulate as a post that the Greek letter M (𓌳 » 𐤌 » μ) and name mu (𓐙 = 𓍥𓎉 » ΜΥ = 440) derived from ”ancient Egyptian” hieroglyphs!
Egyptian Hieroglyphics
On 12:33PM 15 Apr A69 (2024), Thims, to test the “reaction water” further, did the same cross-post to the EgyptianHieroglyphs (members: 2.6K; online: 4+):
  • Debate: Greek letter M (𓌳 » 𐤌 » μ) and name mu (𓐙 = 𓍥𓎉 » ΜΥ (μυ) = 440) derived from Egyptian hieroglyphs! Science or pseudo-science?
At 5+ hours into post, there were 200 views, a 25% upvote rate, and 8+ comments.
Wiktionary
Wiktionary entry on the English word mu:
From Ancient Greek μῦ (), derived from Phoenician 𐤌𐤌 (mm /⁠mem⁠/, “water”). Doublet of mem.
The μυ () link returns:
Borrowed from Phoenician 𐤌‬𐤌 (m‬m /⁠mēm⁠/), with influence from νῦ (nû).
This, as we see, is the Gardiner (39A/1916) letter M = water wave model.
Quotes
David Sacks on mu as a meaningless word:
“The name mu, as with all Greek letter names, meant nothing in Greek, aside from signifying the letter.”
— David Sacks (A48/2003), Letter Perfect: the Marvelous History of Our Alphabet from A to Z (pg. 232) (see: DCE rankings)
A PIEland believer on objecting to mu being Egypto-based:
“I'll switch immediately as soon as you present a more convincing argument than mainstream linguistics. The only argument for EAN that you've ever given me is fucking "mu". It's nothing to me. Try harder.”
— Anon (A68/2020), ”comment”, Alphanumerics, Nov 20
A PIEland believer objecting to mu being Egypto-based:
“The EAN proof that Khufu 👁️⃤ base (440 [𓍥𓎉] cubits 𓂣) = mu (𓌳𓉽) (Mυ) [440] is nothing but someone practicing numerology and not even showing a connection to anything relevant.”
— Anon (A68/2003), “Proofs of Egypto alphanumerics (𐌄𓌹𐤍) ranked” (comment), Dec 1
See also
Notes
  1. This post is under-construction 🚧.
  2. Many people presently, to clarify, believe the water = M and snake = N model, of Gardiner, as there have been dozens of arguments and posts on this over the last year.
Posts
  • What is the oldest recorded use of the Greek word mu: ΜΥ (μυ), defined as the name for Greek letter M?
References
  • Aristophanes. (2379A/-424). The Knights (translator: Ian Johnstone) (pdf-file) (μυμυ, pdf pg. 10-11). Publisher, A62/2017.
  • Lenormant, Francois. (104A/1851). “Essay” (on Greek tablets found in Memphis, Egypt), Revue Archéologique.
  • Rouge, Emanuel. (96A/1859). Memoir on the Egyptian origin of the Phoenician alphabet (Mémoire sur l'origine égyptienne de l'alphabet phénicien). Publisher, 81A/1874.
  • Taylor, Isaac. (72A/1883). The Alphabet: An Account of the Origin and Development of Letters, Volume One (pdf-file). Kegan.
  • Taylor, Isaac. (72A/1883). The Alphabet: An Account of the Origin and Development of Letters, Volume Two (pdf-file) (7.3: Greek Alphabet - Legend of Cadmus, pgs. 28-43). Kegan.
  • Petrie, Flinders. (49A/1906). Researches in Sinai. Egyptian Exploration Fund.
  • Pratorius, Franz. (46A/1909). “Article”, ZDMG, 63:191.
  • Petrie, Flinders. (43A/1912). The Formation of the Alphabet. Macmillan.
  • Gardiner, Alan. (39A/1916). ”The Egyptian Origin of the Semitic Alphabet” (jstor) (pdf file), Journal of Egyptian Archeology, 3(1), Jan.
  • Hipponax. (2490A/-535). Evidence and fragments of Hipponactus (Hipponactis testimonia et fragmenta) (μῦ λαλεῖν, fragment 123, pg. 126). Publisher.
External links

submitted by JohannGoethe to Alphanumerics [link] [comments]


2024.04.13 00:49 CustomerSupportDeer My interpretation of the relief on the Erdtree's entrance: A descending timeline of epochs.

My interpretation of the relief on the Erdtree's entrance: A descending timeline of epochs.
The cracked relief on the Erdtree's sealed entrance. Events go from top to bottom.
I recently came across this interpretation of the relief/seal covering the Erdtree by emmettflo. Though I agree with some of their observations, I have a different interpretation of the image as a whole - one which (I think) deserves a rather lengthy post.
About half of this post are general observations, which I believe to be relatively certain facts - those are written normally. The other half are my personal speculations and theories, which are written in cursive. So let's get into analyzing fictional historical art :)
A timeline of eras
Fundamentally, the image is a timeline of major epochs throughout the history of the Lands Between, symbolized and connected by the theme of different great trees. Each unique tree is one era, depicting the specific great tree which grew at that time. The timeline, just like the great trees, are connected by one central stem. This symbolizes the flow of time and order of events, but also the metaphorical and literal relationship the different trees had to each other: each tree (and era) literally grew out of and replaced its predecessor. The events start at the top in prehistory, and descend into the immediate present.
The Founding Conifer
The first, primordial conifer, planted by giants.
The very top of the relief shows a spiky tree, which is obviously not leafed. It's a conifer, the same (spirit)tree found all over the Mountaintops, and on several other artifacts. It was the first tree planted by the giants, or their larger predecessors - some like to call them the Titans or Builders, a race which are believed to have built large portions of the continent. As one of the first races, if not THE first race to inhabit the fledgling Lands Between, they are the ones who started its culture and civilization - and also the ones who planted the first great tree (let's call it the Founding Conifer).
I don't think that the concept of a civilization living around a great tree is unique in the world of ER. I wouldn't be surprised if this concept predated the LB, and that the giants/Builders imported this culture from their original civilization. Think of a mythical land of giants, living around a truly enormous Worldtree, from which a group/tribe split off and traveled to distant lands. There, in the middle of the shallow and warm ocean, they built the first structure of the Lands Between: a bed for a sapling from the Worldtree, a continuation of their homeland.
This act, taking the seed/sapling of a great tree and beginning a new civilization in the middle of the ocean, may be what inspired Miquella to build Elphael and plant the Haligtree: a symbolic new beginning for a continuing culture. The Lands Between, which are interwoven by an underground network of massive pillars and structures, may have started out like Elphael: the original brace of the original tree. The structure was later expanded and buried by meteoric showers, the roots of the great trees, volcanic activity and other processes, which formed the current Lands between.
As to why the giants (and other races) chose this place specifically to settle down, I can only think of one reason mentioned in the lore: this is where the Elden Beast, a great golden star - and also a sort of aquatic creature, crashed into the ocean. Since the current Firegiants venerated meteorites and are heavily associated with astrology, it's reasonable to assume that their progenitors followed a great, golden meteorite, and founded the Lands Between around it (and its influence).
The era of the Crucible
The Crucible - a massive sprouting of life.
The second epoch is the era of the Crucible: a massive, chaotic sprouting of life in the Lands Between. The primordial soup of life - the Crucible - emanated life energy, which lead to rapid evolution and devolution, the mixing and creation of races. This is the era of beasts and dragons, at the height of which stood Farum Azula, along with other cultures such as the Ancient Dynasties or the Nox.
The first, small and simple conifer grows into a massive tree - also a conifer. Note the difference between the relatively orderly, straight branches of the smaller Founding Conifer, and the twisted, chaotic and sprouting branches of this much larger lower half. Its chaotic form is similar to the imagery of sprouting/budding branches of Crucible Knights. Both halves are (of) the same tree throughout the ages, but one is much larger and widespread, just like the amount of life, races and cultures encompassing the Crucible Era.
In his original post, emmettflo noticed the similarity between the highlighted branches and the symbol of Rot. I also agree that there is a lot of similarity, the symbol matches the branches perfectly when laid over each other... It could, of course, be a coincidence created by the mirrored nature of the entire relief. Regardless, the symbol could be meaningful enough to Marika or Radagon (or whoever commissioned the relief) as Scarlet Rot is heavily associated with the Ancient Dynasties - specifically with their downfall and the Lake of Rot. Since the Dynasties were (arguably) a human civilization, which surely inspired Erdtree culture in some way, their succumbing to the Rot may be represented as a symbolic, human-centered end to the era of the Crucible.
Also note the bulbous, random stuff marked by white circles. I will expand on it in the next section, and how it could relate to the sudden blossoming of life and the Crucible.
Overall, the Founding Conifer and the Crucible represent the whole of prehistory and ancient times, combined into one connected tree. I would put anything else which would predate Marika, the Golden Order or cultures of the Erdtree, into this upper third of the relief.
Marika's beginnings: replanting the Great Tree
A young oak - the Erdtree replaces the conifer.
In the next part of the relief, an obviously different tree replaces the great conifer above it. Though it 'shares' the same stem, and thereby - at least symbolically - continues the function of the previous tree, it's most likely a young oak - the future Erdtree.
This symbolizes the beginning of Marika's rule, her comming to power and conquering the Lands Between. She replaces the previous conifer - the previous eras - and starts her own era, with a new tree and a new Godess.
The Tarnished Archeologist has several great videos about early Erdtree culture, as well as how a deciduous oak may have replaced the previous conifer through grafting onto its stem. This would be a symbolic, as well as an actual continuation of the previous conifer and its roots through the young Erdtree. Others play with the theory of several (ritualistic?) burnings of the great tree, to enrich the soil (entire Lands Between) and make place for new trees.
Note again the weird chaotic, bulbous things marked by white. They might also be appearing on other parts of the relief, but only sparsely and much less defined, so I couldn't make them out clearly. Personally, I could only find a larger concentration of them in this section - around the young Erdtreee, and between the eras of the Conifer and the Crucible. This is very speculative, but they might represent one of two things:
  • Sprouting seeds - A symbol of struggling groups, wars between factions which want to 'establish their own tree', in other words: rule the next era.
  • A great gatherings of beings - A symbol of some key event, which led to the beginning of a new era. Some theorize that the growing of a new great tree may not be as simple as planting the seed and waiting. Largely due to Miquella watering his Haligtree with blood and nourishing it with his body/Rune, a great tree may require a great amount of nutrients to grow - in other words, a ritual of mass sacrifice. Such a ritual may have provided enough nutrients to nourish the Crucible (perhaps through the dead bodies of the Builders) and to grow the Erdtree (through all the cultures defeated by Marika).
Godfrey's era of the Erdtree
The full-grown Erdtree and its wast roots.
This part is pretty self-explanatory: The Erdtree and its culture at the height of their power, under Godfrey's and Marika's rule. It stands unopposed, with its wast system of roots spreading wide - a symbol of both its actual roots, and of Marika's rule over the entire continent.
Note the white 'central pillar' which ends here, it will become important shortly.
Radagon's era, Fundamentalism and the tree of light
A new era of ideological perfection, devoid of the randomness of nature.
A drastic change to the natural continuation of the previous great trees: The era of Golden Order Fundamentalism and the golden tree of light. Under Radagon and Marika, the old oak is discarded - cut down or burned - and in its place stands the ethereal tree we all know, its crown symbolized by the triangular Elden Ring of this era.
It is no longer a natural, biological succession of the previous eras, but an ideological one. It also clearly separates itself from the previous (and following?) epochs through the two 'arrows' above and below it, and is not a part of the 'central pillar'. As to what these might be...
The pillar, arrows and the dagger
The removal of death and the Night of Black Knives.
The pillar, which acts as a stem for all depicted trees, connects them in a symbolic way and represents the continual function of the trees throughout the ages. It may also symbolize that the trees literally grew out of each other, as hinted at before. As to why it isn't connected to the triangular Elden Ring, this may again represent the 'higher', ethereal and perfect quality of the golden Erdtree, as opposed to the grounded, natural state of its predecessors.
The two arrows first reminded me of Marika's arch, but facing downwards. The Rune of Death has a similar downwards-facing arch, and is the dual opposite to Marika's power over life and births. The two arrows then, in my opinion, symbolize the two most important events in the history of the Golden Order:
  • Marika's removal of death from the Lands Between - The Rune of Death was removed from the Elden Ring, drastically changing life in the Lands Between. We don't actually know exactly when Marika did this, it may have been sooner (at the beginning of her rule). But I believe it plausible that the sealing of 'imperfect' death was her attempt of 'perfecting' the Golden Order, along with other actions, which kickstarted Golden Order Fundamentalism.
  • The Night of Black Knives - Where the Rune of Death was partially returned to the Lands Between (the lower arrow is much less clear, a bit narrower and misshapen), was used to slay Godwyn and (arguably) other Demigods, and ended the era of Golden Order Fundamentalism, followed by the Shattering.
The sword or dagger-like shape (pirecring the ER and the lower arrow) pointing downwards could either specifically be the Night of Black knives and the 'dagger' which it plunged into the Golden Order, or generally the conflict, wars and infighting that would follow before and during the Shattering. It may also represent the Shattering itself, as a 'time of the sword' or 'time of political infighting'.
Radagon's sealing of the Erdtree
Radagon's trellis on the relief, his thorns underneath.
The last prominent symbol on the relief, closest to the ground, are faint hints of Radagon's trellis. These symbolize him taking control of the Erdtree and sealing it after Marika shattered the Elden Ring and was crucified.
His magic, in the shape of his trellis, both symbolically (on the relief) and literally (behind the impenetrable thorns) covers the entrance to Marika. If that wasn't obvious enough, his actual thorns also appear directly behind and under the relief - sprouting from his trellis and attempting to cover the entrance.
I'm wondering how the original, undamaged seal would have looked like - if it had a gate behind the Elden Throne, or was a continuous wall build over thorns. In either case, Radagon's trellis would probably be covering the entire thing, or would perhaps depict Marika crucified.
Another question is when and by whom the seal and its carvings were built/commissioned. Due to the order of events depicted, and since the seal seems to be relatively poorly made when compared to the beautiful pillars and architecture behind it, I'm thinking that it was ordered by Radagon as a symbolic seal of the Erdtree, shortly before casting his thorn magic and sealing himself inside of it.
The Shattering
The Shattering opens a path to lordship.
What might be missing at first sight is the most recent era of events in the Lands Between: the Shattering. I would argue though that it is present in the environmental details, namely the massive crack tearing the entire relief apart. It very clearly symbolizes the destruction of the entire system, any semblance of culture and order in the Lands Between. One observation worth mentioning is the fact, that the crack starts all the way at the upper arrow - the removal of death - as though this act, an affront to the natural order of life, was the beginning of the end for Marika's rule and the system as a whole.
It is also a symbol of the wars and current power vacuum literally opening a path to lordship (the imminent, empty Elden Throne) and the promised ascension to godlike power (steps leading to a golden gate). This way, the entire relief starts in distant, unreachable prehistory, but descends throughout the ages and poetically ends in the immediate present: an empty throne ready for its Elden Lord.

submitted by CustomerSupportDeer to EldenRingLoreTalk [link] [comments]


2024.04.12 19:16 Future_Ad_3485 To Catch a Fallen Feather Part-Twenty-Seven: Land of the Shadows

Salem:
Standing in my homeland, my uncle was set to meet me to brush me up on my emotional control. Shuddering at the image of a bleeding Nyx with broken hands, the very image had me running back into the shadowy wasteland called Shadow Lane. Trees consisting of black smoke danced around me, a ring of light emphasized the shadow moon. A fine white mist danced across the gray sky, my worn jacket floating up as Uncle Tombstone made his appearance. Looking like an older version of me, his Gothic Victorian suit and thick ivory mustache was the only difference between us. Tracing his embroidered midnight black suit, his left hand lingered his fine ruby tie. Straightening it, his shaggy hair bounced with every throat clear.
“What did you do this time?” He huffed irritably, his brow cocking at my nervous laugh. “Who lost control of their dark side time? Must have been you. How bad did you hurt her this t-” Ombre smashed into me, her lean slender build holding more power than the last time we met. Clinging to my arm like a child, her ruby summer dress danced in the breeze. Bare feet caught my eyes, her childish refusal to wear shoes annoying me. An irritated snarl twitched on my lips, Tombstone’s expression softening. Her ivory ponytail swayed with every squeeze, her inky lips curling into a Cheshire Cat grin. Her ashy gray eyes met mine, taunts flowing from her tongue at record speeds. Someone was a bit playful, her giggle twinkling in the air at me peeling her off.
“I lost it after she disappeared for two weeks. I need a spell to bind my guardian to me.” I admonished begrudgingly, hating the words coming out of my mouth. “I hurt her horribly and that cannot happen again.” Both of them gasped in horror at my request, a strange quietness coming over the land.
“That could kill you.” Tombstone protested wildly, his head shaking. “Most people never survive and even if they did, they are never the same.” Flashing my palm, his fingers traced the infinity symbol. Summoning the door to the recollection chamber, he tossed me a single glossy apple. What was the point of the damn apple?
“I don't know whether to be impressed or stunned by your stupidity. Good luck.” He chastised me in a stern tone, my fingers rolling the apple. “Your biggest fear awaits you. Eat that if you get hungry.” Shoving me in, I stumbled into a frozen wasteland. Thick layers of ice coated the trees, inky spots stained the pure white snow, a ragged looking Nyx laid at the feet of my evil version of myself. Judging by his long hair and the bruises, our miscarriage had occurred and she had been missing for a while. Her blood coated his leather jacket, his cold eyes meeting mine. Cursing to myself, this had to be my lowest point. Neither of us handled the miscarriage well, that version of me being the result.
“Such a shame she can’t behave. The bloody miscarriage is all her fault.” He sneers cruelly in my direction, her fingers reaching for his ankle. “She should have stayed home like a good girl.” Stumbling back, every breath grew shorter. Clutching my chest, never had I ever believed what he was saying. Shaking my head, he raised his blade. A clammy sweat drenched my skin, the apple hitting the snow.
“I am your biggest fear and unless you prove your worth to me I will keep coming out at your emotional lows.” He threatened with a cocky grin, his haughty eyes glittering with malice. “Raise your weapon, boy. I said to raise your weapon!” Charging at me, my fingers curled around the hilt of my weapon. Ripping it from its case, sparks danced in the air with every violent clash. Skidding back, respect had to be earned by your guardian. Frustration brewed in his eyes, my words throwing him off a bit.
“I never believed that. You believed that. You were one that was pissed about the death of our first child!” I retorted with a bite, a wicked fit of laughter bursting from his lips. “Your desire to be the best probably took that as a loss and you never grieved it properly. That is your main issue!” Sprinting towards each other, we narrowly missed each other. Slipping on a patch of ice, my head smashed into a tree. Hitting it hard enough for my forehead to bleed, a steady stream of curse words flooded from my lips at him appearing over my head. Slamming his elbow into my chest, several ribs broke in response. A shard hit my left lung, breathing growing ever harder by the minute. Picking me up by my throat, he pinned me to the tree. Sliding my blade into my stomach with ease, the image of Nyx in my position flashed in my mind. Blood pooled in my mouth, a coughing fit painting his face. Guilt built up in me, desperation had me clawing at his blade. Was this what she had felt? Why did I get to this point?
“How does it feel?” He teased maniacally, twisting it in further. “I bet you want to die. Too bad you can’t. Come on! Rip it out like the big boy you are!” Each word got meaner and louder, a migraine throbbing to life. Kicking it in further, a tortured fuck exploded from my mouth. Tugging at it, no luck for the first twenty times. Seconds from giving up, the pain was becoming too much! Her natural smile flashed in my head, my kids’ laughter gave me the strength to defy his punishment. A cry had our head snapping towards the exit, Nyx’s pleas allowing me to rip out his blade. Hitting the snow, my muscles refused to move. Ditching me with his blade, he marched towards the exit with raw fury in his eyes.
“You can’t leave me, bitch!” He spat viciously, the snow crunching as I struggled to my feet. Picking up his blade, a battle cry burst from my lips. Crashing towards him clumsily, ice shattered as I pinned him to a tree with his own blade. Kicking the hilt until he had no chance of getting out of my trap, true fear showing in his eyes with every footfall towards him. Picking up his hands, it was his turn to feel some pain. Picking up his hands, a flick had his wrists shattering. Crying out in pain, I raised my fist into the air. Smashing it into his face until I couldn’t, inky blood cascaded onto my boots. Unsure of whose blood was whose, his head bobbed left and right.
“How does that feel! Don’t make me repeat myself!” I barked hotly, his glazed eyes not meeting mine. “I had to watch you hurt her and did nothing about it. If I didn’t need you, you would be dead! Fuck you!” Pacing back and forth clumsily, emotional strife mixed with the agony. Staring coldly into my eyes, he raised his arm up. Wheezing with a crooked grin, his eyes watched me feel around for my healing potions. Sinking to my knees, the vials blurred.
“The navy and the emerald should heal you.” He choked out, blood pouring from the corner of his lips. “How about we become one? I listen to you and give you my power without controlling you. You have my respect.” Was an ass kicking session all we needed? How annoying? Combining the navy and emerald potion together, the thick liquid coated my throat with every gulp. Laying on my back, his bones clicked back into place. Plucking his blade out like nothing happened, any proof of my attack on him had faded away. Groaning to myself, my guardian did happen to be the god of shadows himself. Sitting down next to me, his form didn’t change. Cutting his palm, his steady hand picked up mine. Cutting it with his blade, a wet clap echoing in my ear. Our hands were cupped together, his other hand cupping the blood soaked hands.
“I vow to become one with Salem. My powers are yours and the darkness will no longer swallow you whole.” He promised with my natural smile, my fraying nerves relaxing a bit. “No longer will I try to hurt his mate or anyone who he deems family. I bind myself with a leash to my master.” Bowing his head, his body flowed into my palm. Watching with wonder, an inky tattoo of a shadow appeared on my chest. Something was warm about his darkness, the exit door swinging open. Jumping to my feet as everything clicked back into place, my shaking fingers scooped up my blade. Stepping out the room was gone as if it never existed, something seeming off about Tombstone’s land. Nyx leaned against a tree, her real smile was tainted by a steady stream of tears. Holding her side, severe scratches had her ribs exposed. Coughing up blood, a shadow bat hovered behind her. Passing out from her wound, Ombre flitted from behind a tree. Her arms scooped her up, an apologetic smile meeting my dejected smile. Knocking echoed in my head, my own voice bouncing around my head in the worst way.
“Time to defend your wife and family. Prove your uncle wrong.” My dark side commanded boldly, my head nodding. “I didn’t become one with you for you to become a little bitch.” I guess the attitude didn’t go away, I mumbled under my breath. Another knock irritated my migraine, his powers combining with mine without hurting mine. Unfortunately, that was going to hit me later. Spinning my blade in my palms, an army of shadows stood ready to battle behind me. Thousands of shadow bats dotted the gray skies, my mind falling back on Nyx for a minute. Her voice calling out my name snapped me back to reality, Ombre using all of her strength to hold her back.
“My faith lies with you, Salem!” She shouted over the chaos, her real smile giving me courage to take down these bats. “You have this!” Blowing her a kiss, her palm caught it. Smiling softly to myself, shadowy energy built around the tip of my blade. Jamming it into the ground, the bats wouldn’t know what was about to hit them. Shadowy spikes rained down from the sky, each one lighting up the sky with thousands of explosions. Flaming blood and guts rained down around me, the mother bat coming over the hill. Calling back my army, a gust of wind had my leather jacket hitting my ankles. Charging at the giant jet black bat, my strategy taking a page out of Nyx’s book. Allowing my dark energy to build around my boot, one kick off the ground had me flipping me through the air. Freedom glittered in my eyes as milky eyes met mine. Landing behind her, swing after swing cut the ancient beast into chunks of meat. Any rage and anxiety left as I landed gracefully in the center of the storm, Nyx limping up to me. Ombre begged for her to slow down, her speed picking up. Leaping into my arms, her lips kissed mine feverishly. Sucking in my scent, her lips brushed against the nape of my neck. Her warm blood began to drip down my jacket, Ombre spinning around to go back home. Tombstone blocked her path, his hand spinning her around.
“You are going with them.” He uttered simply, dropping her worn boots into her palms. “You aren’t going to grow here. Get her to where she can be healed. I don’t have the right medicine.” Her lips parted in protest, her feet sliding into her Victorian style boots as his stern gaze shut her down. Flipping her palm over, both of them gasped as infinity marks appeared on their palms. Nyx spat out a glob of blood, her voice struggling to come out.
“I made you members of my team.” She wheezed between coughing fits, her bloody hand reaching for Ombre. “I don’t bite. Please join us.” Accepting her hand, an inky snowflake appeared on Ombre’s neck. A puddle of shadows bubbled underneath me, Tombstone sprinting up to me. Grabbing my free hand, a firm handshake had tears welling up in my eyes.
“Before you go, I have nothing but pride for you. Keep up the good work.” He commented stiffly, scarlet painting my cheeks. “Cut it out. I have always been proud of you. Bring the kiddos next time.” Sinking into my shadows, we appeared in her winter wonderland castle. Ives rushed up to me, his arms ripping her away from me. Drac rushed up to me, his head bowing with shame. Apologizing nonstop, my hand on his head slowed it to a shaky stop.
“Knowing Nyx, she escaped when you weren’t looking.” I assured him with my genuine smile, his head nodding wildly. “This is Ombre, my cousin. Do you mind making a pot of tea?” Scurrying off, his ivory blouse bounced with each step towards the kitchen. Turning towards Ombre, her hands began to shake. Sure, she was comfortable back home. Anxiety had her shivering next to me, the corner of her lip twitched nervously. Trusting that Nyx was being taken care of, I buried my cousin into a bear hug. Sobbing into my shoulder, betrayal tainted her aura.
“Did I fuck up?” She wept angrily, her fists pounding my back. Letting her punch her anger out, she pushed me off of her. “Why does he hate me?” Sinking to her knees, panicked cries came from the other room. Nyx leapt over the couch. An sage dress shirt covered what was going to be new scars, her body smashing into Ombre. Burying her face into her chest, Nyx took the hits. Gritting her teeth through it all, Nyx would be the one to understand her the most. Her golden heart was brighter than all of ours, the basis of it all stemming from her personal losses.
“I know it may seem that way but he means well.” She comforted her while tightening her grip on her. “He put you in my charge. I refuse to let any harm come to you.” Lowering her fists, surprise rounded my eyes at Ombre smiling sadly up at her. Mixed emotions flashed on her face, the wear of her tortured past showing on her face.
“My mother murdered my father and tried to kill me. My shadow killed her in seconds. I still remember the bl-” She stuttered with uncontrollable sobs, Nyx cupping her face giving her a momentary pause. “You are just like my father. Quick to help others and powerful beyond belief. Help me prove to my uncle that he can be proud of me.” Smiling softly to herself, my breath hitched at her natural beauty in the moment. People spoke of angels being draped in ivory and gold but Nyx was a true angel. Never before had Ombre been disarmed so fast, true bliss lightened her aura.
“Glad to be like him.” Nyx chirped cheerfully, her thumbs wiping away her tears. “Keep your chin up.” Swallowing the lump in her throat, a question rested on the tip of her tongue. Fabric ripped as she unfolded her wings. Ashy gray feathers drifted like snow, Ombre’s real smile shone bright. The left side of her lip was ever so slightly higher than the right, her butt hitting the floor. Catching a couple of feathers, Ombre couldn’t help but examine them with a childlike wonder.
“I always wanted to meet a fallen angel. People don’t get them but they fight on the front lines for us small guys.” She exclaimed excitedly, her palms pressing together. “My parents spoke of you. My old man bragged about how he met the angel of ice. My mother was carrying me in her womb and you stopped bandits from hurting her. Point is, I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you. No wonder my uncle trusted you with me.” Nyx’s eyebrow twitched with her nervous grin, the random mood change confusing her as much as it did me.
“I suppose I did.” She stammered in return, Ombre resting her hands on her knees. Spewing out the legends about Nyx, she smiled and nodded at the half-truths. Listening with a big smile, Nyx's deeds after my death began to impress me. Embarrassment burned her cheeks, Ombre showing no signs of slowing down. Happy to see her bubblier than I had ever seen, a shadow raven dropped a black envelope into my palm. Excusing myself to read it, it was from my uncle. Stepping outside of the castle, Powder flew over my head with Ombre hanging onto Nyx’s waist. Waving down at me, Nyx would be great for her in the long haul. Opening the envelope with a hearty chuckle, neat cursive met my eyes. A picture of Ombre's family dropped into my palm, her father grinning with pride at the cute baby Ombre. Nyx’s feathers caught my eyes, hope twinkling in their eyes. Baby Ombre with her fluffy hair had those feathers clutched tight in her adorable fingers. Shaking the envelope, something else was in there. Plucking out a few of Nyx’s feathers, the aging process led me to believe that they were the same one in the pictures. Tucking everything back into the envelope, Ombre would appreciate this gift. Powder came back around, Ombre standing on her feet. Howling freely into the sky, Nyx joined her. A flurry of snow hit my face upon their graceful landing, Nyx and Ombre flipping off at the same time. Nyx let herself in, her natural smile causing my heart to flutter wildly. Grabbing Ombre’s shoulder, a strained what left her face. The light drained from her face at the black envelope, her fingers ripping it from my hands. Seconds from tearing it to pieces, my hands pressed her palms together.
“I understand your anger but don’t rip that up. Open it when you are ready.” I pleaded with a concerned look, a snarl twitching on her lips. “He wants you to grow and you can't do that hiding in the shadows.” Ripping her hands away, a sigh of relief poured from our lips at her tucking the envelope into her boots.
“You don’t think I know that! Good legends about Nyx weren't all that was tossed around. The tales of how she killed her parents raced like wildfire. I hated hearing them, especially after my parents died.” She spat furiously, clenching her fists. “She is a gentle hero whose name was smeared! I didn’t always hide away but I tried to follow her. Every now and then, I would see her in action. In hindsight, I should have approached her but I couldn’t. My trauma held me back. I did collect these over the years.” Fishing around her dress pocket, hundreds of Nyx’s feathers glittered in her palms. The door opened, her shaking hand shoving them back into her pocket. Nyx poked her head out, her hand waving us in. Pressing her finger to her lips, her secret was as good as sealed. Bouncing in after her, Nyx didn’t seem to mind her hopping onto her back. Grinning back up at her, a knowing wink met my bewildered expression. Nyx knew about her shadow and chose to let her approach when she wanted. When did we become so blessed to have her as our leader?
submitted by Future_Ad_3485 to NaturesTemper [link] [comments]


2024.04.10 22:29 InRandomBlue Screamo band/Song from MySpace

Hello. I’m sorry if this isn’t right, Or enough information, but I am looking for A screamo song that was on MySpace back in around 2006 or so.
The cover looks similar to the most popular orchid album, but unfortunately it is not Orchid… a yellow cover with some kind of symbol (could be red, could be purple).
How I found the song was from a really old YouTube video on “longest screams ever” and I can’t find the video anywhere either.
The scream happens in the middle of the song and it’s around 5 minutes long and after the scream it plays the same riff for like 2-3 minutes. I think the drums are programmed but are real sounding. They may have been strictly on MySpace and not have been put anywhere else. I’m not sure.
If there is any help on this, please let me know. I wish I had more to share to help. If I can figure it out I’ll try to record me humming the riff melody at the end of the song. Thank you,
submitted by InRandomBlue to NameThatSong [link] [comments]


2024.04.05 17:08 SatisfactionKind9935 I TRANSLATED THE TEXT ON THE MASK! God of war Ragnarok

video
επι ιης φλεγομενης γης και επι ρου εζ οψιανου σπινθηρος πεδιοντι μαχωι ουδεηοτε νενμενων
新しい風が
舞わる大き
きそらひ 笑
𓇋𓆛𓈖𓃀𓏏𓄕𓏦𓀠𓈖𓎡𓄿𓊪𓏏𓇮𓈓𓇏𓏏𓈇𓏤𓏪𓂋𓎡𓋴𓌬𓅃𓏏𓏛𓅃𓄣𓏤𓅃𓎼𓄿𓂋𓏤𓍘𓇋𓊌𓏥
The rift and the mask are some of the most mysterious topics that you can talk about when talking about the mysteries of the year of war.
The community has come to a common thought that beyond the fault lies the world, beyond the worlds, the world of the creators of the gov universe.
And the mask is needed in order to understand their speech and so that they understand the speech of the one in the mask.
There is an interesting analogy, if a bacterium grows to human size, will it be able to learn something from a person or talk banally? No, she doesn't have the senses to help her conduct a dialogue.
Similarly, a person, if he increases to the size of a galaxy or the universe, suddenly the universe is such a large consciousness that it can only be seen by increasing enormously?
It is unlikely that human evolution has taken care and endowed man with sense organs that are capable of providing communication between man and a universal being. And just to understand each other, you need a mask.
Decoding...
Back to decoding the mask, I managed to translate the Greek words.
Let me start by rewriting everything in order, then we will interpret the meaning.
επι iης φλεγομενης γης και επι pου εζ - on flammable lands and on the surface of the earth
oψιανου - Obsidian
σπινθηρος πεδιοντι μαχωι is a sparkling mahogany tree or the same tree with a footrest or pedal. But this is not an accurate translation, because I cannot make out the last letter, if you translate with another letter similar to this one,
then it sounds like glitter or sparkling fields.
In parts, this does not give much, but in fact Atreus himself translated it in the game, his free translation sounds like "from the smoldering earth and the sparks of a volcano and the field of an unfulfilled battle."
I think many people have already realized that this part of the translation refers us to Muspelheim, this is just one of the first-created worlds, where Atreus eventually finds the second part of the mask.
First of all, it's very nice that Kratos taught Atreus to read Greek, and Atreus taught his father to read Scandinavian runes. I refuse to accept the hypothesis that the boy reads the inscriptions because of
The peculiarities of the origin and magical talent for languages, however, cannot be excluded.
Let's now try to interpret the Greek inscriptions.
The Greek text we see on the mask tells of a burning earth and sparks of fire, perhaps indicating a place filled with energy and transformation.
Here's how it can be described by giving the text depth and connection to the themes of the game:
"Under the stars of the ancient firmament, on the earth illuminated by flashes of obsidian fire, the story of the mask begins. Here, in the fields where the flame of war will never fade, the blacksmiths of the gods forged it from eternal flame — a tool,
which was created in order to unravel the mysteries hidden in the very fabric of reality. The sparks scattered by mighty blows in battle not only destroy, but also create, filling the space between the worlds with a vibration of power and possibilities.
This fire is not just a destructive force, but also a symbol of rebirth and eternal renewal. Like a phoenix rising from the ashes, each spark represents the beginning of a new era, a new life,
which can arise from disaster and chaos. This is the fire in which the paths to understanding, truth and enlightenment are paved, the path that the heroes who are looking for answers in the shadow of their own fate have to go through.
The mask is a messenger of the past, speaking the languages of numerous eras. It carries knowledge that has been lost, forgotten and found again. Her story is a narrative about the cycles of time,
about the falls and ascents of civilizations, about the memory of the earth, which testifies to an endless series of rebirths."
This interpretation can emphasize the theme of the mask as an artifact that gathers historical and cultural layers, allowing the heroes of the game to look at the world from a different angle and find a connection between the past, present and future.
Valhalla
There is another hypothesis that says that behind the fault is the same room behind the main door of Valhalla, this theory is less polar, but more mundane.
Odin wants to solve his crisis, but is unable to pass the Valhalla trials. Starting over and over again, he couldn't take the lessons.
Therefore, he somehow found a rift in this space behind the main door, but in an attempt to look there, he sees a pure Valhalla.
That is, when you enter through the gate, Valhalla adjusts to your senses and shows your halls of mind.
And through the gap, Valhalla does not adjust to anyone and contains the thoughts and minds of all the creatures who died all the time, so one did not understand anything and lost an eye as punishment.
Although the loss of an eye in this universe was the fault of Mimir, who fed Odin mushrooms and he scratched out his eye in a fit of glitches.
Decryption...
Back to the translation of the mask. The ancient Japanese part is next, by the way, this is the most difficult part, because there was no ancient Japanese alphabet or any other clue in my search ...
I even turned to Japanese language specialists and was ready to pay, I was so desperate, unfortunately, because it is ancient Japanese, yes, and written in cursive
even experts in this field found it very difficult to figure it out and I found myself at a dead end... however, I realized that since none of the people can help me, you can turn to someone who literally knows
the entire Internet by heart...
Taking into account the context, namely how Atreus translated one of the lines of the Japanese text "Sighs of the First Wind", I was able to find the key to translating this part, I tried to find different The approach to this soulless machine
Right up to cleaning the model from the woody texture by hand! I even had to redraw the hieroglyphs looking at the model.
But in the end, after a few nights on our own and a few nights with the gpt chat, we managed to come to a common understanding.
To begin with, I will let you into the secret of reading ancient Japanese, it is read from top to bottom, from right to left, I will divide the text into parts, translate, then put everything together and we will interpret.
The first part:
It sounds like
"A new wind that..." means something like "A new wind that..."
Part 2:
"The Great One is dancing" or "The Great Whirlwind Dance" (depending on the context).
3 and the last part:
きそらひ 笑 (き そら ひ わら) — "the shining sky laughs" or "the light of heaven laughs".
Putting all the parts together, we get the following text:
新しい風が
舞わる大き
きそらひ 笑
The translation may sound like: "The new wind, the great dance of the vortex, the shining sky laughs." It can be a poetic description in which a new wind is associated with the beginning of something new and great, and
The Laughter of Heaven is a phrase saturated with symbolism and often used in literature and poetry to convey various concepts. Here are a few ways how it can be interpreted:
Joy and Lightness of Being: Heaven, traditionally associated with the divine and eternal, can laugh to express the carelessness and harmony of a higher order of existence where earthly worries seem insignificant.
Transcendence: The laughter of heaven can embody the transitory joys of worldly life and remind us that eternal values are beyond the earthly.
Irony of Fate: Sometimes the laughter of heaven can be interpreted as an expression of irony or even sarcasm about earthly dramas and catastrophes, emphasizing a person's ignorance of the real nature of things.
What Brock told us about on one of his trips
Incomprehensibility of Higher Powers: Laughter can reflect the ways and decisions of higher powers incomprehensible to humans, a reminder that many aspects of the universe remain a mystery.
Liberation from Fear and Sadness: In the context of the afterlife or an encounter with the divine, the laughter of heaven can symbolize the liberation of the soul from the fears and sorrows of earthly life.
A Sign of Presence: In religious and mystical traditions, the laughter of heaven can be a sign or a message indicating the presence of a deity or the beginning of an important event.
Providence: In the context of the game, such an expression may hint that higher powers or gods see more than a person can see, and their "laughter" is an echo of their knowledge of upcoming events.
In the context of the God of War game, where themes of fate, struggle and the search for meaning are often explored, the "laughter of heaven" can also represent a mysterious and powerful phenomenon,
something that the characters may seek to understand or touch during their adventures.
Based on the Japanese part of the text, which we interpreted as "the new wind, the great dance of the vortex, the shining sky laughs", and including the contexts proposed in the game God of War,
we can imagine this text as part of a broader mythological story, perhaps describing the path of a hero or the influence of divine forces. Here's how it might sound:
"A new wind blowing from unknown heights awakens the energy of change and infuses life into old myths. He dances with elusive grace, a whirlwind enveloping the flaming battlefields where stories mix with legends.
It is a dance of power that changes the paths of fate and opens up new horizons for those who are ready to follow its rhythm.
The shining sky echoes with laughter, sounding through time, reminding of the eternal game of existence, where every movement and every sound carry a secret meaning. This laughter of heaven is not just an echo of divine merriment,
but also a code, a key to understanding the deep truths of the world. He invites brave seekers to engage in a sacred dialogue with the very nature of existence and uncover forgotten knowledge lost in the fog of time.
We recall that one called Atreus the key to finding peace.
In this symbolic message, the new wind and the dance of the vortex together become a metaphor for the path that the hero must take — a path full of trials and discoveries,
where each step leads to a new awareness and a deeper connection with the cosmic order. And the laughter of heaven is not the end of the path, but an invitation to continue the search leading to the heart of the mystery that lies at the foundation of all worlds."
This interpretation reflects the motives of growth, transformation, and the search for wisdom that are often found in stories about heroes and their travels, as in God of War.
if we consider only the Greek and Japanese texts, the general message on the mask may sound like this:
"On the flaming fields of eternal confrontation, where battles flare up under the obsidian sky, the majestic dance of the new wind is heard. The laughter of heaven, echoing in the spaces between the worlds,
invites you to look through the curtain of secrets, revealing the language of deities unknown to mortals. This is a path of understanding that leads across the boundaries of time and death, to the unification of visions and wisdom from different eras."
Such a proposal may emphasize the idea of the mask as the key to world-to-world communication, allowing one to perceive and interpret knowledge inaccessible to the human mind without special means or knowledge.
The highest form
There is one big hypothesis of a higher form of existence in the West...
I just go crazy with this hypothesis, I like it more than all the others.
Look, every mythology has its own world of the dead for people, but where do the gods go after death? Disappear?
This question tormented Odin so much that he literally became obsessed with the mask and the rift.
According to the hypothesis of Odin and fans of the Western community, beyond the rift is the world of the dead for all gods, which is not divided into the nationality of the god and origin.
That is, all the gods who have ever lived and died fall into a certain place, which is called the highest form of existence, from this place some gods can even interfere in the real world, like Athena.
Perhaps such an intervention prevents god from coming to Zen, because he is still burdened by earthly life, and such gods cannot rest like ofina from part 4.
According to this hypothesis, after death, god receives a kind of ephemeral translucent appearance, which we can see in the case of Athena, Zeus and Kratos, what these gods are doing in this afterlife and how their afterlife is designed
as much as possible is not clear, but the Ymir crack can lead exactly to the afterlife of the gods. By the way, Kratos could have visited this world when he was in Egypt, during the knockout from taurt, he managed to communicate with the deceased Athena and several other gods
from Egypt. Whether it is worth believing that those Egyptian gods are also dead or they have learned to walk to the world of the dead and back is unknown.
But in this world, the gods look the same as before, only on earth they acquire an ephemeral appearance...
As proof, the following can be provided:
the color and general style of the fault coincides with the style of Athena's appearance.
One who talked about the afterlife of the gods while looking at the rift.
He heard things that he did not understand, as the gods of different lands speak different languages.
The mask has inscriptions in different languages and different times, and the mask, as we remember, is associated with a fault.
Why did Odin want Atreus to wear the mask?
Why not take off the mask and look for yourself?
In the history of "God of War", Odin is known as a god with a great thirst for knowledge and prediction of the future. His unwillingness to put on the mask himself and the desire for the hero to do so may be due to several reasons:
Perhaps Odin is aware of the risks associated with putting on a mask and looking into the rift, and prefers to avoid them by forcing Loki to sacrifice himself.
Perhaps One realized that he could get into the divine afterlife and not return.
If One was always lying and manipulating, he could use the hero as a pawn to achieve his goals without personal risk.
There may be prophecies or beliefs according to which only a certain person or being can look into the rift and see the truth there. Perhaps One believes that Loki is the one in question in these predictions.
I will mention that loki has a gift for languages, since he listens not to the language but to the soul.
In any case, Odin seems to be trying to maximize his benefits, minimize his losses and use all available characters to learn the secrets of existence, while maintaining his dominance and control over the situation.
Let's return to the last, Egyptian part of the mask.
...
To begin with, I'll tell you that it's easier than ancient Japanese, because there is an interpretation of almost all hieroglyphs on the Internet, it's enough to find each one and learn how to read them in order.
Based on the context provided, we can try to interpret these hieroglyphs.
The interpretation of hieroglyphs can be as follows:
𓇋𓆛𓈖𓃀𓏏𓄕𓏦𓀠𓈖𓎡𓄿𓊪𓏏𓇮𓈓𓇏𓏏𓈇𓏤𓏪𓂋𓎡𓋴𓌬𓅃𓏏𓏛𓅃𓄣𓏤𓅃𓎼𓄿𓂋𓏤𓍘𓇋𓊌𓏥
Based on the provided meanings of ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs and including contexts from the mythologies presented in the game God of War,
the text on the mask can be interpreted as a complex metaphor of travel and transformation, telling about the cycle of life, death and rebirth, which is key in many mythological traditions. Here is a possible description:
"From the power of creation depicted in the origin of life, through the fertility of the earth, rich in the gift of vital energy, to the great deities who patronize the elements and worlds, this text describes the universe in its versatility.
Houses and places illuminated by the sun of light and animated by waters reflect the movement of souls in their journey through time and space, returning to the wondrous unity of nature. The risk inherent in every endeavor and the evil
that all beings inevitably face are balanced by the promises of rituals and magic that open the way to wealth and the values of life.
Armed with the spirit, mortals fight not only in physical battles, but also in a metaphysical quest to understand their fate and purpose. Gifts and sacrifices, like food and drink, symbolize not only material needs,
but also the spiritual nourishment necessary to ascend to the highest levels of being. Plants and agriculture remind us of the cyclical nature of life, where death and return to the earth are the beginning of a new growth.
In this transcendental text, each symbol carries layers of meaning reflecting both real and mystical aspects of the universe, creating a map for the soul in its search for true wisdom hidden in the secret corners of the worlds."
This approach to the text on the mask emphasizes its role as a symbolic compass guiding the game character through his internal and external trials.
Well, most of the text on the mask was identified, so the interpretation should not be very difficult...
If we imagine that the text on the mask does not contain direct indications of the location of its parts, but rather expresses the concept of a higher understanding and communication with the afterlife or higher powers,
then this text can be filled with symbols, images and metaphors reflecting this idea. In this case, the text could read something along the lines of:
"In the blazing space between the earth and the stars, where the sparks of eternal battle illuminate the darkness, the spirit of the new wind leads a great whirlwind dance.
The laughter of the celestial spheres in the echo reflects the harmony of the cosmos, while the ancient gods whisper the secrets of existence, opening the eyes of mortals to the language of eternity and understanding of life, death, and everything beyond."
Such a text can symbolize the search for understanding and connection between different levels of being, encourage reflection on the place of man in the universe and the possibility of communication with higher powers.
It may also reflect the idea that in order to understand the true meanings, it is necessary to overcome the linguistic and cultural barrier that prevents the perception of messages from other worlds or realities.
submitted by SatisfactionKind9935 to u/SatisfactionKind9935 [link] [comments]


2024.04.05 16:56 SatisfactionKind9935 I TRANSLATED THE TEXT ON THE MASK! God of war Ragnarok

video
επι ιης φλεγομενης γης και επι ρου εζ οψιανου σπινθηρος πεδιοντι μαχωι ουδεηοτε νενμενων
新しい風が
舞わる大き
きそらひ 笑
𓇋𓆛𓈖𓃀𓏏𓄕𓏦𓀠𓈖𓎡𓄿𓊪𓏏𓇮𓈓𓇏𓏏𓈇𓏤𓏪𓂋𓎡𓋴𓌬𓅃𓏏𓏛𓅃𓄣𓏤𓅃𓎼𓄿𓂋𓏤𓍘𓇋𓊌𓏥
The rift and the mask are some of the most mysterious topics that you can talk about when talking about the mysteries of the year of war.
The community has come to a common thought that beyond the fault lies the world, beyond the worlds, the world of the creators of the gov universe.
And the mask is needed in order to understand their speech and so that they understand the speech of the one in the mask.
There is an interesting analogy, if a bacterium grows to human size, will it be able to learn something from a person or talk banally? No, she doesn't have the senses to help her conduct a dialogue.
Similarly, a person, if he increases to the size of a galaxy or the universe, suddenly the universe is such a large consciousness that it can only be seen by increasing enormously?
It is unlikely that human evolution has taken care and endowed man with sense organs that are capable of providing communication between man and a universal being. And just to understand each other, you need a mask.
Decoding...
Back to decoding the mask, I managed to translate the Greek words.
Let me start by rewriting everything in order, then we will interpret the meaning.
επι iης φλεγομενης γης και επι pου εζ - on flammable lands and on the surface of the earth
oψιανου - Obsidian
σπινθηρος πεδιοντι μαχωι is a sparkling mahogany tree or the same tree with a footrest or pedal. But this is not an accurate translation, because I cannot make out the last letter, if you translate with another letter similar to this one,
then it sounds like glitter or sparkling fields.
In parts, this does not give much, but in fact Atreus himself translated it in the game, his free translation sounds like "from the smoldering earth and the sparks of a volcano and the field of an unfulfilled battle."
I think many people have already realized that this part of the translation refers us to Muspelheim, this is just one of the first-created worlds, where Atreus eventually finds the second part of the mask.
First of all, it's very nice that Kratos taught Atreus to read Greek, and Atreus taught his father to read Scandinavian runes. I refuse to accept the hypothesis that the boy reads the inscriptions because of
The peculiarities of the origin and magical talent for languages, however, cannot be excluded.
Let's now try to interpret the Greek inscriptions.
The Greek text we see on the mask tells of a burning earth and sparks of fire, perhaps indicating a place filled with energy and transformation.
Here's how it can be described by giving the text depth and connection to the themes of the game:
"Under the stars of the ancient firmament, on the earth illuminated by flashes of obsidian fire, the story of the mask begins. Here, in the fields where the flame of war will never fade, the blacksmiths of the gods forged it from eternal flame — a tool,
which was created in order to unravel the mysteries hidden in the very fabric of reality. The sparks scattered by mighty blows in battle not only destroy, but also create, filling the space between the worlds with a vibration of power and possibilities.
This fire is not just a destructive force, but also a symbol of rebirth and eternal renewal. Like a phoenix rising from the ashes, each spark represents the beginning of a new era, a new life,
which can arise from disaster and chaos. This is the fire in which the paths to understanding, truth and enlightenment are paved, the path that the heroes who are looking for answers in the shadow of their own fate have to go through.
The mask is a messenger of the past, speaking the languages of numerous eras. It carries knowledge that has been lost, forgotten and found again. Her story is a narrative about the cycles of time,
about the falls and ascents of civilizations, about the memory of the earth, which testifies to an endless series of rebirths."
This interpretation can emphasize the theme of the mask as an artifact that gathers historical and cultural layers, allowing the heroes of the game to look at the world from a different angle and find a connection between the past, present and future.
Valhalla
There is another hypothesis that says that behind the fault is the same room behind the main door of Valhalla, this theory is less polar, but more mundane.
Odin wants to solve his crisis, but is unable to pass the Valhalla trials. Starting over and over again, he couldn't take the lessons.
Therefore, he somehow found a rift in this space behind the main door, but in an attempt to look there, he sees a pure Valhalla.
That is, when you enter through the gate, Valhalla adjusts to your senses and shows your halls of mind.
And through the gap, Valhalla does not adjust to anyone and contains the thoughts and minds of all the creatures who died all the time, so one did not understand anything and lost an eye as punishment.
Although the loss of an eye in this universe was the fault of Mimir, who fed Odin mushrooms and he scratched out his eye in a fit of glitches.
Decryption...
Back to the translation of the mask. The ancient Japanese part is next, by the way, this is the most difficult part, because there was no ancient Japanese alphabet or any other clue in my search ...
I even turned to Japanese language specialists and was ready to pay, I was so desperate, unfortunately, because it is ancient Japanese, yes, and written in cursive
even experts in this field found it very difficult to figure it out and I found myself at a dead end... however, I realized that since none of the people can help me, you can turn to someone who literally knows
the entire Internet by heart...
Taking into account the context, namely how Atreus translated one of the lines of the Japanese text "Sighs of the First Wind", I was able to find the key to translating this part, I tried to find different The approach to this soulless machine
Right up to cleaning the model from the woody texture by hand! I even had to redraw the hieroglyphs looking at the model.
But in the end, after a few nights on our own and a few nights with the gpt chat, we managed to come to a common understanding.
To begin with, I will let you into the secret of reading ancient Japanese, it is read from top to bottom, from right to left, I will divide the text into parts, translate, then put everything together and we will interpret.
The first part:
It sounds like
"A new wind that..." means something like "A new wind that..."
Part 2:
"The Great One is dancing" or "The Great Whirlwind Dance" (depending on the context).
3 and the last part:
きそらひ 笑 (き そら ひ わら) — "the shining sky laughs" or "the light of heaven laughs".
Putting all the parts together, we get the following text:
新しい風が
舞わる大き
きそらひ 笑
The translation may sound like: "The new wind, the great dance of the vortex, the shining sky laughs." It can be a poetic description in which a new wind is associated with the beginning of something new and great, and
The Laughter of Heaven is a phrase saturated with symbolism and often used in literature and poetry to convey various concepts. Here are a few ways how it can be interpreted:
Joy and Lightness of Being: Heaven, traditionally associated with the divine and eternal, can laugh to express the carelessness and harmony of a higher order of existence where earthly worries seem insignificant.
Transcendence: The laughter of heaven can embody the transitory joys of worldly life and remind us that eternal values are beyond the earthly.
Irony of Fate: Sometimes the laughter of heaven can be interpreted as an expression of irony or even sarcasm about earthly dramas and catastrophes, emphasizing a person's ignorance of the real nature of things.
What Brock told us about on one of his trips
Incomprehensibility of Higher Powers: Laughter can reflect the ways and decisions of higher powers incomprehensible to humans, a reminder that many aspects of the universe remain a mystery.
Liberation from Fear and Sadness: In the context of the afterlife or an encounter with the divine, the laughter of heaven can symbolize the liberation of the soul from the fears and sorrows of earthly life.
A Sign of Presence: In religious and mystical traditions, the laughter of heaven can be a sign or a message indicating the presence of a deity or the beginning of an important event.
Providence: In the context of the game, such an expression may hint that higher powers or gods see more than a person can see, and their "laughter" is an echo of their knowledge of upcoming events.
In the context of the God of War game, where themes of fate, struggle and the search for meaning are often explored, the "laughter of heaven" can also represent a mysterious and powerful phenomenon,
something that the characters may seek to understand or touch during their adventures.
Based on the Japanese part of the text, which we interpreted as "the new wind, the great dance of the vortex, the shining sky laughs", and including the contexts proposed in the game God of War,
we can imagine this text as part of a broader mythological story, perhaps describing the path of a hero or the influence of divine forces. Here's how it might sound:
"A new wind blowing from unknown heights awakens the energy of change and infuses life into old myths. He dances with elusive grace, a whirlwind enveloping the flaming battlefields where stories mix with legends.
It is a dance of power that changes the paths of fate and opens up new horizons for those who are ready to follow its rhythm.
The shining sky echoes with laughter, sounding through time, reminding of the eternal game of existence, where every movement and every sound carry a secret meaning. This laughter of heaven is not just an echo of divine merriment,
but also a code, a key to understanding the deep truths of the world. He invites brave seekers to engage in a sacred dialogue with the very nature of existence and uncover forgotten knowledge lost in the fog of time.
We recall that one called Atreus the key to finding peace.
In this symbolic message, the new wind and the dance of the vortex together become a metaphor for the path that the hero must take — a path full of trials and discoveries,
where each step leads to a new awareness and a deeper connection with the cosmic order. And the laughter of heaven is not the end of the path, but an invitation to continue the search leading to the heart of the mystery that lies at the foundation of all worlds."
This interpretation reflects the motives of growth, transformation, and the search for wisdom that are often found in stories about heroes and their travels, as in God of War.
if we consider only the Greek and Japanese texts, the general message on the mask may sound like this:
"On the flaming fields of eternal confrontation, where battles flare up under the obsidian sky, the majestic dance of the new wind is heard. The laughter of heaven, echoing in the spaces between the worlds,
invites you to look through the curtain of secrets, revealing the language of deities unknown to mortals. This is a path of understanding that leads across the boundaries of time and death, to the unification of visions and wisdom from different eras."
Such a proposal may emphasize the idea of the mask as the key to world-to-world communication, allowing one to perceive and interpret knowledge inaccessible to the human mind without special means or knowledge.
The highest form
There is one big hypothesis of a higher form of existence in the West...
I just go crazy with this hypothesis, I like it more than all the others.
Look, every mythology has its own world of the dead for people, but where do the gods go after death? Disappear?
This question tormented Odin so much that he literally became obsessed with the mask and the rift.
According to the hypothesis of Odin and fans of the Western community, beyond the rift is the world of the dead for all gods, which is not divided into the nationality of the god and origin.
That is, all the gods who have ever lived and died fall into a certain place, which is called the highest form of existence, from this place some gods can even interfere in the real world, like Athena.
Perhaps such an intervention prevents god from coming to Zen, because he is still burdened by earthly life, and such gods cannot rest like ofina from part 4.
According to this hypothesis, after death, god receives a kind of ephemeral translucent appearance, which we can see in the case of Athena, Zeus and Kratos, what these gods are doing in this afterlife and how their afterlife is designed
as much as possible is not clear, but the Ymir crack can lead exactly to the afterlife of the gods. By the way, Kratos could have visited this world when he was in Egypt, during the knockout from taurt, he managed to communicate with the deceased Athena and several other gods
from Egypt. Whether it is worth believing that those Egyptian gods are also dead or they have learned to walk to the world of the dead and back is unknown.
But in this world, the gods look the same as before, only on earth they acquire an ephemeral appearance...
As proof, the following can be provided:
the color and general style of the fault coincides with the style of Athena's appearance.
One who talked about the afterlife of the gods while looking at the rift.
He heard things that he did not understand, as the gods of different lands speak different languages.
The mask has inscriptions in different languages and different times, and the mask, as we remember, is associated with a fault.
Why did Odin want Atreus to wear the mask?
Why not take off the mask and look for yourself?
In the history of "God of War", Odin is known as a god with a great thirst for knowledge and prediction of the future. His unwillingness to put on the mask himself and the desire for the hero to do so may be due to several reasons:
Perhaps Odin is aware of the risks associated with putting on a mask and looking into the rift, and prefers to avoid them by forcing Loki to sacrifice himself.
Perhaps One realized that he could get into the divine afterlife and not return.
If One was always lying and manipulating, he could use the hero as a pawn to achieve his goals without personal risk.
There may be prophecies or beliefs according to which only a certain person or being can look into the rift and see the truth there. Perhaps One believes that Loki is the one in question in these predictions.
I will mention that loki has a gift for languages, since he listens not to the language but to the soul.
In any case, Odin seems to be trying to maximize his benefits, minimize his losses and use all available characters to learn the secrets of existence, while maintaining his dominance and control over the situation.
Let's return to the last, Egyptian part of the mask.
...
To begin with, I'll tell you that it's easier than ancient Japanese, because there is an interpretation of almost all hieroglyphs on the Internet, it's enough to find each one and learn how to read them in order.
Based on the context provided, we can try to interpret these hieroglyphs.
The interpretation of hieroglyphs can be as follows:
𓇋𓆛𓈖𓃀𓏏𓄕𓏦𓀠𓈖𓎡𓄿𓊪𓏏𓇮𓈓𓇏𓏏𓈇𓏤𓏪𓂋𓎡𓋴𓌬𓅃𓏏𓏛𓅃𓄣𓏤𓅃𓎼𓄿𓂋𓏤𓍘𓇋𓊌𓏥
Based on the provided meanings of ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs and including contexts from the mythologies presented in the game God of War,
the text on the mask can be interpreted as a complex metaphor of travel and transformation, telling about the cycle of life, death and rebirth, which is key in many mythological traditions. Here is a possible description:
"From the power of creation depicted in the origin of life, through the fertility of the earth, rich in the gift of vital energy, to the great deities who patronize the elements and worlds, this text describes the universe in its versatility.
Houses and places illuminated by the sun of light and animated by waters reflect the movement of souls in their journey through time and space, returning to the wondrous unity of nature. The risk inherent in every endeavor and the evil
that all beings inevitably face are balanced by the promises of rituals and magic that open the way to wealth and the values of life.
Armed with the spirit, mortals fight not only in physical battles, but also in a metaphysical quest to understand their fate and purpose. Gifts and sacrifices, like food and drink, symbolize not only material needs,
but also the spiritual nourishment necessary to ascend to the highest levels of being. Plants and agriculture remind us of the cyclical nature of life, where death and return to the earth are the beginning of a new growth.
In this transcendental text, each symbol carries layers of meaning reflecting both real and mystical aspects of the universe, creating a map for the soul in its search for true wisdom hidden in the secret corners of the worlds."
This approach to the text on the mask emphasizes its role as a symbolic compass guiding the game character through his internal and external trials.
Well, most of the text on the mask was identified, so the interpretation should not be very difficult...
If we imagine that the text on the mask does not contain direct indications of the location of its parts, but rather expresses the concept of a higher understanding and communication with the afterlife or higher powers,
then this text can be filled with symbols, images and metaphors reflecting this idea. In this case, the text could read something along the lines of:
"In the blazing space between the earth and the stars, where the sparks of eternal battle illuminate the darkness, the spirit of the new wind leads a great whirlwind dance.
The laughter of the celestial spheres in the echo reflects the harmony of the cosmos, while the ancient gods whisper the secrets of existence, opening the eyes of mortals to the language of eternity and understanding of life, death, and everything beyond."
Such a text can symbolize the search for understanding and connection between different levels of being, encourage reflection on the place of man in the universe and the possibility of communication with higher powers.
It may also reflect the idea that in order to understand the true meanings, it is necessary to overcome the linguistic and cultural barrier that prevents the perception of messages from other worlds or realities.
submitted by SatisfactionKind9935 to GodofWarRagnarok [link] [comments]


2024.04.01 09:31 Serious-Boss-4123 Just something I need to get off my chest. (I had it lucky compared to others I feel like)

Part of the Reason I am the way I am.
My Mother pressured my Father into getting married early in their 20s, My Biological Grandmother died when my mother was 6/7 Yrs Old. My Mother was the youngest of 4 kids, so my grandfather wasnt as strict on her growing up as he was the rest. When she was born, the Umbilical Cord was wrapped around her neck and she was almost suffocated before she made it. She always got whatever she wanted (within my grandfathers Ability making just a little better than minimum wage as a lineman). When she turned 16 she got a car, and one day she was driving out of a intersection on the side of a highway, and got hit just behind her driver door at 50-60mph, and it spun her car around, her driver door came open and she did have a seat belt on, but she was hit so hard her head was dragging the asphalt and she still has gravels stuck in her head from way back then.
Somewhere Highschool and Her first full time job she met my Dad, Brian Stewart. She apparently pressured him into getting married while they were very young, and she obviously wasnt mature enough to make that kind of decision just yet. But my dad said yes, but got tired of her probably constantly never being satisfied. My guess is they argued because she was probably being too flirty with strange men too often. So one day a Couple years after theyd been married, She just vanished from existence. Nobody knew where she was, she didnt tell a soul about anything, and she was missing for 2/3 weeks.
My Grandfather was worried sick, and so was my dad, and everyone thought she was kidnapped or worse. Until my dad went and logged in on their computer, and decided to check her facebook, or myspace or whatever it was, and found out she had been in these chat rooms with all these creepy strange dudes.
She had been messaging one for quite some time, and had told him she would come to his house.
This guy lived somewhere up north around Michigan or Chicago or New York, not sure. But he was Apparently Very Heavy set, and dark haired and tan.
But My Dad told My Momma's Daddy what he had found, and found the address to this guys house, and when my Aunt found out she was pissed.
My dad tried his darndest to do whatever to please her, and she just took advantage of him, even though she asked him to get married in the first place, (Probably a Social Status Symbol for her Ego)
So my aunt found a phone book for the Northern guy's Adress and found the number to his house phone.
She called the number, and the guy's MOTHER answered the phone, and aunt argued with her and demanded to put my mother on the phone.
She eventually came to the phone, and then came home after another 2/3 days. Then her and my dad started the divorce process after she said she wasn't happy or whatever the deal was there.
During the divorce, my mom went up north and came back for a few months at a time, and somewhere in between trips, she got pregnant with Me.
My dad volunteered to take up and raise me like his own even if i wasn't actually his "son", However, his parents Objected to that idea, and apparently that worked out good because his dad or granddad was an alcoholic.
So when i was Born my dad came and was there when i arrived, and my mother swore up and down i wasn't his kid, but obviously I'm not tan and dark haired, and especially looking now i am officially undeniably his son.
But my mother ended up having to move back in with my Grandparents, and eventually we moved to a trailer park, and it actually wasn't a bad place really.
She put me in a daycare within 5 minutes of my grandparents house so they would often come pick me up, or my Aunt would either one.
My mother and my aunt weren't really on good terms, but mostly because my mother refused every opportunity to mature and act right it seemed.
My mother would get jealous of my Aunt spending more time with me, but when i was home i was always just a nuisance to her, that's how she made me feel.
So I got to where i didn't want to go home with her, i wanted to spend as much time with my Paw Paw as i could possibly spend, He was and still is the greatest human being i have ever met in my life. I'd go back and deal with it all over again just to spend that time with him at that age again 1000 times over.
But my mother must have been getting more and more worried about balancing her social life and "status" with me, so she would demand that i come home, just so i could be a status symbol or something when i was in public with her.'
But she would have these raging fits over the smallest things ever it seemed.
Ill try and name of some of the instances in order as best as i can
  1. When i was around 3/4 Id been forced to come back to that trailer after begging and crying and screaming for her not to make me go back with her in front of my grandpa or my aunt one, and i was still bawling my eyes out when we got home, and she got angry, like she was talking to a grown man who was 6ft tall, picked me up and SCREAMED AT ME as loud as she could about "YOU ARE GOING TO QUIT CRYING OR I AM GOING TO GIVE YOU SOMETHING TO CRY ABOUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" And would slap me bout as hard as she could without going to jail if they saw the bruises on my face at school.
  2. Around the same age, similar circumstances, begging not to have to go back, She stepped on a lego or something i had been playing with and sucked them all up with a vacuum cleaner and made me pick it up and try to suck my fingers and hands up in the end of the vacuum hose.
  3. Around 6/7 I woke up in the middle of the night in my bedroom in the trailer, No Lights what soever, i couldnt see my hand right in front of my face, and had to go to the bathroom, and she woudlnt let me out, and proceeded to leave me in there to piss on myself and got mad at me the morning after.
Multiple things like that occured on a regular basis, but being at my grandparents was like heaven compared to anywhere else in the world. And I know it broke their hearts to have to tip toe around helping me, and not pushing so hard that CPS took me away to god knows where.
She would get mad if i got a sticker tattoo, and proceed to yell at me to the point where i finally learned to talk back to her, and my aunt would tell me to just try to avoid the situation, but if she did it again, to just put my hands up so she couldnt hit my face.
I dealt with that on and off for 20 years.
I remember bawling my eyeballs out on my grandpas chest so many times telling him about all the stuff i'd been through and what was going on. And it made him feel guilty for not raising her better, but i know for a fact he didnt teach her to do that to kids, shes just that messed up in the head.
My mother would twist my words, and prevent me from telling my side of the story any time i made a mistake, she would just talk like i was supposed to know everything instantly without ever learning it once. I could never do anything "correct" so eventually i jsut gave up trying to get her to understand me and let her have her chance to be a "good mother".
I would lock myself in my room, or stay out doing whatever.
And that lead to me not being able to communicate effectively in person with people.
I used to not be scared to be me when i was 3-8 but when we moved in with my step dad, he would always take her side because he didnt want to / couldnt afford to pay child support for my half brother.
We never talked much when i was at their house, it never felt like a home to me, always arguing and doing stuff for my half-brother, and any and almost EVERY attempt to make any suggestion if I could be included in getting all those nice things was met with "The world doesn't revolve around you son" So i eventually gave up on doing anything with my "Parents" Or anybody. I felt so defeated, and so worthless that a stray dog laying in a ditch was more worthy of love and happiness than their own "Son"
So now I'm 23 and I've been trying my DAMNDEST to rebuild my confidence that was destroyed when I was little and kept down for all those years.
I just NOW comfortable looking people I've known and been friends with for YEARS in the eye. I'm learning how much i can throw my weight around without sending myself down into a spiral of failure, How to bargain for what i want in my life, and how to love myself when my own mother didn't even want me.
I've met so many people, Gained and lost friends, and got a few back for now it seems, still trying to figure life out, but I feel like I'm in last place, and that fuels me to speed to the front of the line, doesn't matter if i bounce off the walls, sit and cry, or take my time and get there but i AM DETERMINED i will not let my childhood destroy my future for me, my future family, and my friends and other companions.
I want to help other people that are going through or have gone through situations like this, because if it weren't for my Aunt and grandfather, I would probably be laying in a ditch on the side of the road somewhere, or dead, and that's NO Joke.
submitted by Serious-Boss-4123 to mentalhealth [link] [comments]


2024.03.22 17:37 SpaghettiDog86 Water inspired script

Water inspired script
So I wanted to make a conscript that’s very resemblant of water because it’s really flowy, and I was thinking of making it alphabetical, and cursive, so the shapes would have to be pretty simple-ish, however it could also be an abugida and the vowels could be ornamental symbols that kind of make it look like drawings of water, but I’ve been with the problem of how I could achieve this, as it is pretty complicated to me for some reason, I also kinda want to get inspired from a conscript I saw once called “seaweed” (it did in fact look like seaweed); however, this is all I’ve managed to pull together until now:

https://preview.redd.it/qhwt5nucywpc1.jpg?width=1507&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=bf45b531296b4e42851c0437ac086e46b1f9facd
submitted by SpaghettiDog86 to neography [link] [comments]


2024.03.20 19:57 SnooStrawberries9563 Scored an item I've wanted... But twice as big!

Scored an item I've wanted... But twice as big!
Beggars/choosers something Yada... Pretty stoked right now! My RFY has been a let down for the last month. So seeing this in AI was something I couldn't pass up, even with $69 ETV. 🥴
submitted by SnooStrawberries9563 to AmazonVine [link] [comments]


2024.03.18 16:00 rfessenden Forkner Shorthand Evolution 1955 to 1958

I see that whoever wrote the original Forkner Shorthand's Evolution post at https://redd.it/di5d1l stormed off in a huff and deleted it. I possess a few Forkner books and I feel compelled to list a few of the changes that are visible between the 2nd edition published in 1955 (online at Hathi Trust) and the 3rd edition published in 1958.
anti- The use of a large disjoined round cursive a was replaced by small round cursive a followed by Forkner t. In other words it's just like writing an-t- but the ‘long i’ sound is not written.
circum- The disjoined Cm as a special way of writing circum- is replaced by regular Forkner srcm (with the usual long horizontal line for m) … a similiar change is made to the writing of circu
gram and graph as in telegram or photograph … the disjoined g abbreviation is eliminated and these components are written as joined grm or grf
ify This suffix is no longer represented by a disjoined f … Instead it is written as a joined fi
sub The printed S for the prefix sub is eliminated and we just write sb in normal Forkner letters.
super and supr- The disjoined printed (non-cursive) s of the second edition is replaced by just writing supr in regular Forkner letters (the consonants s-p-r plus the tiny diagonal mark for u… I believe the vowel mark is eliminated in 4th edition Forkner)
In summary, it looks like an effort was made to reduce the number of abbreviating rules a student would have to learn, and disjoined symbols were especially targeted for disposal. Come to think of it there might be some differences in the specially abbreviated words but I will leave that subtopic for some other stenoarchaeologist to explore.
There are very few differences in the lessons and practice material between the 2nd and 3rd editions of the textbooks. It looks like the same printing plates were used for most of the pages. Toward the end of the 3rd edition, a nearly identical vocabulary list is printed with less vertical space between entries so that fewer pages are used. The separate list of abbreviated words is dropped but a list of common phrases is added.
submitted by rfessenden to shorthand [link] [comments]


2024.03.14 01:08 cavcavin Is there a good guide for modern cursive? The recommended methods are not legible for most.

As a teacher, my handwriting is terrible and I am trying to improve so my students don’t have anything else to complain about. I dove into the recommended materials yesterday and I appreciate the style, but my students would have an even harder time deciphering this kind of writing than they do already. I have looked at the italic/calligraphy methods and they had promise but as far as speedy writing, they wouldn’t be the best. I basically need a good guide for how to write in more modern cursive and my utensil will remain Apple Pencil indefinitely (or god forbid, I have to use some other device, then maybe some other stylus). Should I just follow the practice for the old style handwriting in the guides here and then relearn the modern cursive symbols elsewhere or is there somewhere that has this all in one? Honestly I could read the handwriting in those books but it would take a concerted effort, so to me they’re practically illegible anyway. I don’t know many who would appreciate me using it in documents that I’d need to share with others. The best use I can think of for it is just for reading older texts but I digress. I’m not knocking the techniques or the style really, just needing something more practical. Tia Edit as a n00b I may not be using the correct terminology. By modern I just mean the cursive that I learned in school in the 90s haha Edit 2 here’s a link to what I consider (very very poor, ugly) cursive (mixed with some print here and there) notability page share link
submitted by cavcavin to Handwriting [link] [comments]


2024.03.09 07:16 draculas_mum He filed. Is it dumb of me to give my engagement ring back to his family?

Question first, context follows. Husband gave me an expensive engagement diamond that had been in his family for a long time and was “intended for his bride” (as it says in delicate cursive on a folded piece of tissue paper)
Anyway, husband is ending everything. He will not try counseling or any kind of conversation about it all.
Today I told his grandma that I wanted to give her the diamond back. She and my husband both said sure without any emotion.
Now I feel like I am a fool for giving it away. It’s worth like 13k (apparently). At first, I felt like this is the high road and the “rightful owner” should have it… but now I’m just regretting everything; part of my problem is that I comprised too much of myself in order to fit in with his values, which aren’t mine. I can’t believe I am about to give back this beautiful ring that had so much significance to me. It was gifted to me, but I’m a fool enough to give it back? So that he can give it to his “next intended bride”? I’m so bitter and pained by all of this.
Context
My husband filed mid February and is being so arrogant and inconsiderate consistently. He is being absolutely heartless via text…
I still love him and just want him to snap out of this negative hole he’s dug for himself. We have a three year old, and I have to stay strong for him. But I’m freaking out because the idea of a 50/50 split is just so scary to me. I want to be with my son (and my husband, but I have to work on this, because it’s not mutual) 24/7.
UPDATE!
I gave the diamond back. I feel a sense of relief, actually. I kept the band it was housed in!
The ring itself (without the diamond) is something I love but not monetarily worth much nor a family heirloom of his. I am going to get a stone I like in it to symbolize a new beginning.
I know that logistically/financially, this might not have been the smartest, but it feels amazing to take the high road and I regret nothing.
My stbx mother-in-law is a selfish woman who is projecting that onto me, thinking I’m after their family money or something. So far from the truth. It always made me uncomfortable. A silver lining of this is to get away from the drama that family money brings. I’m going to focus on finding myself and paving my own financial path for myself and my son.
submitted by draculas_mum to Divorce [link] [comments]


2024.03.03 13:03 acciogeorgeweasley Tissue - How is paper both a good thing and a bad thing?

Hi. So, I've been looking at some people's analysis for Tissue by Imtiaz Dharker and I saw some people say that the bit about receipts that "might fly our lives like paper kites" is a reflection of a capitalist society. HUh????
I'm firstly confused because the poem starts with showing how paper is important and contains whole lives i.e the koran (its words guide peoples lives) well used books (likely passed down through generations) and that it is also important because it shows the 'truth'. This is my interpretation but the idea of letting the light shine through is in reference to how human lives are built up in layers of poetry and feeling and emotion, whereas buildings have layers stained with blood; their crimes recorded in the most detail (due to the way people fought and killed for governments or positions of power in these "capitals and monoliths"). Therefore, the light will illuminate either the beauty or the evil of something and we can stop valuing things that are loudly malevolent in nature and turn our focus to the people around us.
But the quote specifically "might fly our lives like paper kites" in reference to receipts doesnt strike me as something capitalist simply because of the use of the conditional, which for me sounds hopeful rather than critical. So people are saying that the receipts are controlling our lives, but i read it as receipts could control our lives, along with all of the other paper mentioned. I swear the whole point of the poem was that everything should be turned to tissue and that that is a good thing - so how does it make sense if Dharker is saying that tissue controlling our lives is a bad thing?
When I read the poem, I interpret it as a solution to the material problems of the world. If everything had the same foundation of tissue then we could see the value of individual things. For example, like i said before, a blood stained parliament next to a human covered in cursive script and delicate quillwork, birthday cards and prescriptions. The human is more beautiful and more important. But if everything started fresh then the buildings could be made of tissue and write their story which would eventually come to an end but be recorded forever on its pages (like lives becoming books) ("raise a structure never meant to last") and the temporary nature of everything would come to light so there would be no use for wars and whatever. I cant tell if what im saying is correct or not what the poem means at all please someone help.

PS. I listened to the poet speak at poetry live and she explained what the significance of the motif of light was in case you are stuck:
Light has the power of breaking through as it is a common ground between cultures and religions and people. The things that divide us, like religion for example, all mainly have a common belief in the purity and sacredness of light. In christian symbolism, for example, light represents heaven and angels and god. In hinduism, light is worshipped in the form of fire and is a symbol of God and the truth. Light is the truth that unites us all. We cannot deny the stars and the sun and the moon, the things that light our lives. Light can break through the divisions as it is the one thing we all respect and value and embrace.

submitted by acciogeorgeweasley to GCSE [link] [comments]


2024.02.27 18:48 Chance-Geologist-833 Things you probably didn't think about when you were watching the trailer for Legends Z-A

The organisation that publishes this 'urban redevelopment plan':
Thinking about it the whole scene where they show all the Pokemon walking around is basically a visualisation of their 'vision' about coexistence without Pokemon
The buildings they show in the trailer:
submitted by Chance-Geologist-833 to TruePokemon [link] [comments]


2024.02.27 09:56 Hamdoullah [TASK] Trace handwriting over a PDF

I have a 6-page PDF with lots typed words and various symbols. Each page is about 2500 words, written small. The task is to trace over everything by hand on a tablet.
Requirements:
- Graphics tablet or iPad
- Legible, non-cursive handwriting
- App (OneNote, Notability, etc.) that can export to high res PDF
- Bonus, but not required: knowing some French (PDF is in French)
Each page should take you around 2 hours. I will be paying 20 USD per page, PayPal.
Delivery: NLT Wednesday Feb 28, 23:00 PM EST.
DM me an example of your own notes for selection.
submitted by Hamdoullah to slavelabour [link] [comments]


http://activeproperty.pl/