Let it be so

I still want to dare to create another topic in "Off Topic". Because I have things that I would like to share, but they are not magical. I don't want to break the rules of topics. Although as many as three of my topics are probably a luxury. I hope no one will mind, and I won't spoil the face of the community by being superfluous.
I've tried ten times to create this topic now, then I dragged myself in the previous one to ask if it was possible or not. Then I wanted to personally ask the management or someone else if it is possible to create a theme? But I didn't want to bother.
I wanted to write a poetic title, but I didn't dare. I guess I'm a coward. And I don't want to fill a specific community with my own, great content.
In general, if the management says, then I will stop this topic or change what is being posted, according to the requirements.

This text does not refer to any specific people and is not addressed to anyone personally. All coincidences are random. I do not plan to offend or embarrass anyone with this text. Also, I do not plan to impose on anyone what is written here. It's just a text that you can not read, read, but do with it what a person sees fit and perceive as he wants.

I made this summary from an oral lecture, then translated it into English. Therefore, the text may not be quite perfect.
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Abuse

Sometimes you have to respond in a way that offends. As long as a person is not offended, as long as you are silent, he thinks that he is doing everything right.
Being a victim when someone close to you is a rapist is a particularly sad story.
Violence never manifests itself immediately.
Exceptional cases, when immediately, and the victim tolerates it.
Rapists have no gender.
The abuse factor: in order for it to exist, there must be some kind of dependence, attachment.
The first step to violence is probing the ground.
One of the types of abuse: to keep a person in a sense of guilt.
People put pressure on each other and impose obligations on each other that they really don't owe.
The aggressor's task is to start shaking your borders.
This is done through encouragement, a declaration of love - you can do anything, but at the same time say "I love you" - and promise a reward.
"I'm doing all this- but it's all justified by love."
One of the mistakes is that "love is a feeling." Love is not a feeling. We love those we care about.
The second important step on the path of abuse is the devaluation of feelings. When in the process of training the victim, during the resistance of the victim: "are you without humor? who is so touchy? stop screwing up? what were you imagining there?"
Modern culture promotes the abuse of women that a woman is an "emotional fool".
The prohibition on experiencing negative emotions is the key to abuse.
You can ridicule and devalue anything - any female emotional statements.
In 9 cases out of 10, a woman begins to doubt herself, and then she is afraid to speak out if she doesn't like something.
Self-esteem is never sharply underestimated. It is being lowered gradually, by a little bit.
In almost all cases, a woman, instead of thinking, what am I doing next to these people at all, will think that she is wrong and other excuses to endure further.
Step 3 in the abuse is the justification of the rapist "Stockholm syndrome".
When the victims felt sympathy for those who bullied them: "He's normal, it's just life like that, people surrounded him like that."
The goal of the rapist is to destroy the connection between the victim and reality.
Gaslighting - when the victim is inspired that she is not in an adekvat.
And thinking is formed: "It's my own fault."
And violence becomes part of the relationship.
Sexual violence in the family:
1) when a woman pays a man with sex for his good behavior.
2) When a woman should always be ready. Forced to have sex without taking into account a person's desire.
3) Some types of sex that the second does not want, does not like.
4) Not in time.
5) Not so.
6) Any sexual activities that are uncomfortable for you.
The psychological portrait of the victim is often far from the idea of a typical victim. The most common type in the study turned out to be strong people. Because the greatest pleasure is from the process of gnobbing them.
The very fact of breaking a person is interesting.
The abuser enjoys seeing this transformation.
The signs of an abuser are systematic. When these things are repeated.
If a person does something, there are two options:
to endure,
not to endure.
If you can't stand it, the abuser will try to do it again after some time, for the second or third time it won't work, and for the fourth or fifth time you will think: "Well, okay, I tried not to tolerate it, it didn't help."
Another sign of an abuser is aggression towards everything, but not towards you. It's only a matter of time before it passes to you.
Bad attitude towards animals, children, the weak, the elderly.
A sign of an abuser is a passion for criticism. Everyone is criticized.
Happy people don't criticize anyone. They are busy with happiness.
If a person doesn't like everything, everything is wrong, someone is to blame - a sign of violence.
Abusers neglect other people's personal space.
They are not interested in someone else's personal space.
When a person begins to impose.
Blackmail of self-harm.
The main reason for the abuser's failures is his second half.
The best way out of the abuse is to run.
Stop when someone climbs where you don't want to. Whoever it is.
To run, you have to be very strong.
Basically, people will find an excuse for themselves and the abuser to continue sitting in this puddle.

Energy loss: your negative emotions, other people's negative emotions directed at you.
Every man at least once in his life had an idea - to kill his wife (this creature ).
Inappropriate behavior includes what you said and the other person knows that it takes you out of your comfort zone, destroys you, but for some reason he doesn't care about it.
Economic violence is when a woman demands a lot more from a man than a man is capable of now.
The environment can never be changed absolutely. It can only be changed.
You can never tolerate unworthy behavior, no matter who it is and no matter what they pay for it. Because as long as you endure, this is a sign that a person is doing the right thing.

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How to determine that you have been offended?
If you are offended, then you have been offended.

What should I do if you are offended?
- To be offended.

What do you think I did?
And I've been coloring all this time (smiles). This requires absolute mental balance. Today I also received 50 capillary pens.



And I also have more than a hundred gel pens for coloring and drawing.


But that's not all.
I did it to meditative music. It really calms me down and makes me happy.

In between coloring, I went to the forest.


In front of you is the Basegi Nature Reserve, to which I took a walk.



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On this happy note, isn't it time for me to pull out a couple of cards for good luck from my best and favorite tarot decks? (smile)

That looks like a beautiful place with wild nature among the ice.

Jonathan wrote:That looks like a beautiful place with wild nature among the ice.

Yes, Jonathan, come to us in Perm, I'll show you the taiga.

Those forests look nearly infinite. So beautiful view.

Morell wrote:Those forests look nearly infinite. So beautiful view.

For many kilometers without human habitation.

But in reality it was much better for me to see it. The sensations at this moment are magnificent.
Unfortunately, I could not convey through the photo that beauty and frosty freshness.
What I see every day when I leave the house. The forest is a 10-minute walk from my place of residence.
In the last two photos, the locations are further away.
And I miss the summer. We have winter 8 months a year. -40 degrees below zero.
I walk through forests for 30 km, approximately.

Whatever article I open on the forum, I look everywhere as if from the middle. I have not found a definition: Asetianism, Aset Ka, Luis Marques. The very basics are not clear to me. Everywhere it is written for the already enlightened. And I logically have to think about it every time or hope that I will find it later. It feels like I'm discovering math from the middle. I'm trying to find here an elementary dictionary of the basic definitions of what is being discussed here.
According to my feelings, this is closer to me than it seems at first glance.
At least, I had visions of Ancient Egypt before, which I put in my book. I think I have a connection with him. And before "izanami16" I signed with the nickname "Isis" - only it was a very long time ago, more than 15 years ago.
I bought all the tarot and chose it personally. Only the Egyptian tarot came into my hands unopened, in a mysterious way, as if it chose me by itself, I did not choose it and did not buy it.
Before this site, I loved to draw the ankh sign on my body just like that, by intuition. I didn't know anything about vampires using it.
And now I'm lost in the flow of information here, where to start.

izanami16 wrote:Whatever article I open on the forum, I look everywhere as if from the middle. I have not found a definition: Asetianism, Aset Ka, Luis Marques. The very basics are not clear to me. Everywhere it is written for the already enlightened. And I logically have to think about it every time or hope that I will find it later. It feels like I'm discovering math from the middle. I'm trying to find here an elementary dictionary of the basic definitions of what is being discussed here.
According to my feelings, this is closer to me than it seems at first glance.
At least, I had visions of Ancient Egypt before, which I put in my book. I think I have a connection with him. And before "izanami16" I signed with the nickname "Isis" - only it was a very long time ago, more than 15 years ago.
I bought all the tarot and chose it personally. Only the Egyptian tarot came into my hands unopened, in a mysterious way, as if it chose me by itself, I did not choose it and did not buy it.
Before this site, I loved to draw the ankh sign on my body just like that, by intuition. I didn't know anything about vampires using it.
And now I'm lost in the flow of information here, where to start.

Do you have any way to get one of their books? Especially the Asetian Bible or the Violet Throne. If you read those books it would give you all the information needed to understand the discussions here.

Look here: https://www.asetka.org/books.shtml

Jonathan wrote:
Do you have any way to get one of their books? Especially the Asetian Bible or the Violet Throne. If you read those books it would give you all the information needed to understand the discussions here.

Look here: https://www.asetka.org/books.shtml

Thank you.

I really wanted to write something like this to you. From the heart. I want to lay out more runes to you, which day I'm going to, my good ones.



Korolevna

I sang of gods and I sang of heroes,
Of the clang of blades, of bloody battles;
As long as my falcon was with me
I had his cry for a prayer.

But it's been a year now since he flew away -
He's been carried away by a bewitched blizzard.
A snowstorm from distant lands
Has stolen my dear friend.

Since then I haven't been myself,
And the seagulls cry, cry in the sky;
I can only make out
The bitterwort-colored eyes in the fog

Oh, if only I could see with the eyes of a falcon,
Soar up on falcon's wings
In that foreign falcon land,
And not in my sleep, but somewhere near

Oh bird, become my soul,
Lend wind into my wings,
Every night I dream of flight -
Mile after mile of cold fjords

Your sleeves are of silk, korolevna,
The mountains are embroidered with white heather,
I know I've never been there,
And if I was, it's to my own misfortune

If only I could remember
What happened not to me and not to you,
I toss around like a fallen leaf,
And my soul can have no rest

For a song you pay me in full moon
Like others pay in hard coin
In a winter-covered distant land
You are more beautiful, more beautiful than spring
And more intoxicating than summer

Wake up, korolevna,
Don your plumage,
You and I will fly into the tempest
The ice of your wrists is thin

Your sleeves are of silk, korolevna,
And your feathers are embroidered with bright gold;
I laught and soar into the sky,
I do not even believe I am real

Come closer,
Let me touch your plumage,
Every night I dream of mountains
Every morning I lose my sight

Your sleeves are of silk, korolevna,
The sky is embroidered with a bright crescent moon,
Carry me away, northern wind
Into the lands of pain and fable

How painful to know
That everything happened not to me and not to you,
The time hadn't stopped
To glance into a carved window

My joy, every night I dreamed of you,
But you are dressed in a cloak of sorrow,
I will of course sing again before leaving,
But I will be gone, I will be gone from your abode
With the first ray of dawn.

Wherever do your dreams wander, korolevna,
How long do ancient grasses need to wait for spring...
The only thing left is to repeat a few words, such a trifle -
Wake up, korolevna, don your plumage...

Nobody knows better than I do
That everything happened not to me and not to you,
Your charity wounds the heart,
Like an arrow over a bow-string

For a song you pay me in moon
Like others pay in coin,
I would give everything to be with you,
But, perhaps, perhaps, perhaps
You do not even exist in this world...

Korolevna...

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I do not know if it is forbidden to give links to third-party resources. I won't do it anymore if it's forbidden.
But I didn't have the conscience to appropriate someone else's translation.

https://lyricstranslate.com/ru/korolevna-%D0%BA%D0%BE%D1%80%D0%BE%D0%BB%D0%B5%D0%B2%D0%BD%D0%B0-korolevna.html#songtranslation

Taking advantage of the fact that this is a flood.
Now I'm "carried away". If I go too far, and I have to be banned for it, tell me, I will be silent for as long as you say.
I sometimes count down the days to write here. So that there wouldn't be too many of my messages, and I wouldn't get anything for it.
But the way I feel now. It happens to me like a donor attack. That's what we call it in Russia. I'm just overwhelmed with emotions and feelings. I want to say and do so much. I need to do something for someone urgently. That's what I want to say. Let it be the words from the song:

"I came with rainwater, a bitter tear, a blind thunderstorm — So drink me and wash yourself with me!"

I hope I'm not breaking anything. I'm all for your faith, if anything. The signs on me are important only to me. And I hope my signs won't bother anyone. Like these photos in a rush. I didn't plan on it, but on adrenaline, my blood is boiling.





God, if only I didn't get a slipper for this liberty. If I go too far, you will say, I will be silent. From your vampire site, I have an excessive emotional lift, I'm like drunk.
I am for your asetian faith, if anything, just don't be angry for my beloved candlestick, please.
If necessary, I will then draw another sign for it, which one you say.

nice drawing of Japan

Guano wrote:nice drawing of Japan

Thank you.

"Open my veins,
Bloody goulash.
The valley or the sea...
Need or whim?"

Isis under the veil.

I am death and birth; I — the rise and fall;
I am peace and struggle, repose and movement;
I am what you are looking for, what you are avoiding.
I am what you crave and what you reject.

I came from nowhere with a careless gait;
I have always been, and always will be.
As you see me, I will come out to you like this:
With deadly passion, love and life!

I can't count my faces, I can't count my incarnations,
I am your dying cry, and a moan of pleasure.
Wandering in the darkness, reveal my name;
As you see me, I'll come out to you like this!

Make a choice, magician:
Just hold out your hand;
Take the first step:
Lift the bedspread.

I am the dome of heaven; I am the bowels of the earth,
Holy prayers and a stinking abyss;
I am your mother! I am your death!
Rival and foe, sister and fiancee!

I can't count my faces, I can't count my incarnations,
I am your dying cry, and the moan of pleasure!
Read these signs that I have written,
Tear off the veil from the vague face!

In the darkness, the wisdom of the magician is powerless.
Know your doom! Know your good!
Between fear and faith, hope and collapse
Only one choice, only one step is yours.

Make a choice, magician…

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Lyrics from the song. In every line here I feel myself.

@8lou1, Unexpectedly, of course.
I won't answer in someone else's topic where the clip was. After all, I didn't create the Akanun theme, not my poems there.
I generally thought not to come and write anything here anymore, since I don't fit the views. I think if someone writes, then it means that I will have to come back after all and there is meaning in my messages.
Thanks for the support. But it seems to me that Russia is behaving much more modestly now, or so it seems to me.
Unfortunately, it is difficult for me to understand a lot of text from your message.
But in general, then a little later I will still post something interesting in my opinion.
I just need to go to our historical excavations first, I'll take a picture there and post it.

i think noone fits each others view here, i rather think that we are all wondering how to wage heads without getting into to much loops. i mean text wise and info wise.

on a more personal level i had an argument about coming from africa while im stating that mainland eu/russia/china has deeper stronger roots here as im blood and on the land.

now they say we own the now, they own the flow. i have always done both and im stating that is the normal thing for a woman of our stature in europe. it seems you agree.

Song: "Far away across the river"

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But the lyrics are not from this song. I applied it because my heart felt that way. I like both songs. I will not attach a clip to the verses, because that's how I feel.
Everything will go in the order and the way I feel. It's beyond me. I get "signals from the sky", "it's bursting out", I can't help but do it.
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(This song was written by a soldier at the front in 1942 to his wife).

In the dugout

The fire is beating in cramped small stove,
There's resin on the logs, like a tear.
And the accordion sings to me in the dugout
About your smile and your eyes.
The bushes whispered to me about you
In the snow-white fields near Moscow.
I would like you to hear for once,
How my living voice yearns.
You're far, far away now,
And between us lies snow beyond snow.
It's not easy for me to reach you,
But to death - four steps.
Sing, harmonica, to spite the blizzard -
Invite the happiness that’s lost its way.
I'm warm in a cold dugout -
From your unquenchable love.



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Cossack shashka 1881-1909