"There is very little difference between the capacity for Mayhem and Destruction, integrateand Strength of Character"
"There is very little difference between the capacity for Mayhem and Destruction, integrated and Strength of Character"
" Sometimes people are bullied because they can’t fight back. This can happen to people who are weaker, physically, than their opponents. This is one of the most common reasons for the bullying experienced by children. Even the toughest of six-year-olds is no match for someone who is nine. A lot of that power differential disappears in adulthood, however, with the rough stabilization and matching of physical size (with the exception of that pertaining to men and women, with the former typically larger and stronger, particularly in the upper body) as well as the increased penalties generally applied in adulthood to those who insist upon continuing with physical intimidation.
...But just as often, people are bullied because they won'tfight back. This happens not infrequently to people who are by temperament compassionate and self-sacrificing—particularly if they are also high in negative emotion, and make a lot of gratifying noises of suffering when someone sadistic confronts them (children who cry more easily, for example, are more frequently bullied). It also happens to people who have decided, for one reason or another, that all forms of aggression, including evenfeelings of anger, aremorally wrong. I have seen people with a particularly acute sensitivity to petty tyranny and overaggressive competitiveness restrict within themselves all the emotions that might give rise to such things. Often they are people whose fathers who were excessively angry and controlling. Psychological forces are never unidimensional in their value, however, and the truly appalling potential of anger and aggression to produce cruelty and mayhem are balanced by the ability of those primordial forces to push back against oppression, speak Truth, and motivate resolute movement forward in times of strife, uncertainty and danger."
CAUTION WITH KALI
When invoking Kali within, we must do so with care for what may emerge upon her calling. Unholy structures must fall, beliefs and language which are only self-serving and do not include the collective of compassionate humanity must go. She is the housecleaner who dances through the battlefields of life and calls out the false matrixes at play. She is the one who would shut down the factories making a fortune off of child-labor or animal cruelty. She is the muddied feet dancing over the tables of Congress to bring shame to the unrighteous laws being passed there. She is the part of us who both feels that Earth is our home and we must protect her—while at the same time feeling “not from here,” in an off-planet, unattached to the outcome of her actions sort of way. She is the part of us who cares only for the results of her rage…that those things which should no longer stand due to their ignorance do not stand.
I have never felt a more important time in reality for Kali to emerge in all women (at the very least). Right now this earth is a giant home in chaos. Women have been shut down and taught, in so many cultures worldwide, to stand back or keep their opinions to themselves or to follow the lead; this can no longer be the case if we are to evolve as a species. Kali must come forth in all of us. We must not be okay looking away from what is discordant to us all. We must not fear our inner rage and what will come of it if we let it out in alignment with truth and compassion.
In order to call forth Kali within we could use words like this:
“I now choose to invoke the aspect within me which can no longer look away from the ignorance, which can no longer tolerate intolerance, which can no longer watch the atrocities of this reality, against children, against women, against people of color, against animals, against the Earth herself. I invoke Kali in me to bring forth the Divine Rage which cuts through the illusions of ignorance, which slices through the illusions of false truths and false safety, to the heart of this reality. I call forth my Divine Feminine Mother self, full of fierce loving rage so that I may take back for the Earth what is hers, for the Children what is theirs, and for the beating Human heart what is the Divine Birthright of all humanity.
I call forth the part of me who fears nothing, who knows that my Divine Consort and Beloved—the Consciousness in me which is Shiva-mind—still pointed, calm, and resolute—is standing ground under me and for me. I now choose to activate the Divine Rage of the Mother of us all—in form—so that I may begin to participate in the great change which must now come at this stage in Human Evolution.
I choose to allow the incineration of the old, the death of the old ways and the removal of a paradigm of regret and sorrow in order to usher in a great transformation of the Ages…which is the role of the Kali in me.
And so it is.
As the Butterfly bursts forth from the Cocoon, so too does Kali—in me—burst the fabric of Creation in order to reveal the next cycle. “
When asked about PTSD, Complex PTSD, Schizophrenia and Borderline Personality Disorder Teal gives her mind about The Current Mental Health System and how Diagnosing can injure people. Diagnosing in Mental Health creates negative patterns within ourselves.
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If you cross the River with your army, You Will Destroy a Great Kingdom Oracular Pronouncement at Delphi to King Croesus
[ and so he did - his own. ]
These were the offerings sent by Croesus to Delphi. To the shrine of Amphiaraus, with whose valour and misfortune he was acquainted, he sent a shield entirely of gold, and a spear, also of solid gold, both head and shaft. They were still existing in my day at Thebes, laid up in the temple of Ismenian Apollo. The messengers who had the charge of conveying these treasures to the shrines, received instructions to ask the oracles whether Croesus should go to war with the Persians and if so, whether he should strengthen himself by the forces of an ally. Accordingly, when they had reached their destinations and presented the gifts, they proceeded to consult the oracles in the following terms:-
"Croesus, of Lydia and other countries, believing that these are the only real oracles in all the world, has sent you such presents as your discoveries deserved, and now inquires of you whether he shall go to war with the Persians, and if so, whether he shall strengthen himself by the forces of a confederate."
Both the oracles agreed in the tenor of their reply, which was in each case a prophecy that if Croesus attacked the Persians, he would destroy a mighty empire, and a recommendation to him to look and see who were the most powerful of the Greeks, and to make alliance with them. At the receipt of these oracular replies Croesus was overjoyed, and feeling sure now that he would destroy the empire of the Persians, he sent once more to Pytho, and presented to the Delphians, the number of whom he had ascertained, two gold staters apiece. In return for this the Delphians granted to Croesus and the Lydians the privilege of precedency in consulting the oracle, exemption from all charges, the most honourable seat at the festivals, and the perpetual right of becoming at pleasure citizens of their town.
After sending these presents to the Delphians, Croesus a third time consulted the oracle, for having once proved its truthfulness, he wished to make constant use of it. The question whereto he now desired an answer was-"Whether his kingdom would be of long duration?"The following was the reply of the Pythoness:- Wait till the time shall come when a mule is monarch of Media; Then, thou delicate Lydian, away to the pebbles of Hermus; Haste, oh! haste thee away, nor blush to behave like a coward.
Of all the answers that had reached him, this pleased him far the best, for it seemed incredible that a mule should ever come to be king of the Medes, and so he concluded that the sovereignty would never depart from himself or his seed after him. Afterwards he turned his thoughts to the alliance which he had been recommended to contract, and sought to ascertain by inquiry which was the most powerful of the Grecian states.
His inquiries pointed out to him two states as pre-eminent above the rest. These were the Lacedaemonians and the Athenians, the former of Doric, the latter of Ionic blood. And indeed these two nations had held from very, early times the most distinguished place in Greece, the being a Pelasgic, the other a Hellenic people, and the one having never quitted its original seats, while the other had been excessively migratory; for during the reign of Deucalion, Phthiotis was the country in which the Hellenes dwelt, but under Dorus, the son of Hellen, they moved to the tract at the base of Ossa and Olympus, which is called Histiaeotis; forced to retire from that region by the Cadmeians, they settled, under the name of Macedni, in the chain of Pindus. Hence they once more removed and came to Dryopis; and from Dryopis having entered the Peloponnese in this way, they became known as Dorians.
"There's something out there waiting for Us - and it ain't No Man."
―Billy Sole
"I already heard you Sing - "
"You kill me? A flunky?! I'm not just... Angel... Kills me!You don't... Angel..."
Steve Trevor:
This is No Man's Land, Diana! It means No Man can cross it, alright?
This battalion has been here for nearly a year and they've barely gained an inch. All right?
Because on the other side there are a bunch of Germans pointing machine guns at every square inch of this place.
This is not something you can cross.
It's not possible.
Princess Diana:
So... what? So we do nothing?
Steve Trevor:
No, we are doing something! We are!
We just... we can't save everyone in this war.
This is not what we came here to do.
Princess Diana
Queen of Heaven
KALI-MA
Goddess of Truth and Righteous Retribution,
Champion of The Meek, The Mild and The Wretched of The Earth
Friend to Animals, Defender of The Innocent, Guardian of the Weak,
Protector of Widows, Orphans and Wronged-Women:
No. But it is what I am going to do.
EOWEN, HORSE-MAIDEN OF ROHAN :
"Begone, foul dwimmerlaik, Lord of Carrion! Leave The Dead in peace!"
WITCH-KING OF AGMAR :
"No living Man may hinder me!"
EOWEN, HORSE-MAIDEN OF ROHAN :
"Do what you will; but I will hinder it, if I may."
WITCH-KING OF AGMAR :
"No Man may kill me!"
EOWEN, HORSE-MAIDEN OF ROHAN :
"I am No Man."
As Frodo and Sam stood and gazed, the rim of light spread all along the line of the Ephel Dúath, and then... a shape, moving at a great speed out of the West,... passed high above them. As it went it sent out a long shrill cry, the voice of a Nazgûl; but... it was a cry of woe..., ill tidings for the Dark Tower....
'What did I tell you? Something's happening!' cried Sam. 'The war's going well, said Shagrat; but Gorbag he wasn't so sure. And he was right there too. Things are looking up, Mr. Frodo.
Haven't you got some hope now?'"
The Return of the King,
LoTR Book 6, Ch 2,
The Land of Shadow
YOUNG SIWARD Thou liest, abhorred tyrant; with my sword I'll prove the lie thou speak'st. They fight and YOUNG SIWARD is slain MACBETH Thou wast born of woman But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn, Brandish'd by man that's of a woman born. Exit Alarums. Enter MACDUFF MACDUFF That way the noise is. Tyrant, show thy face! If thou be'st slain and with no stroke of mine, My wife and children's ghosts will haunt me still. I cannot strike at wretched kerns, whose arms Are hired to bear their staves: either thou, Macbeth, Or else my sword with an unbatter'd edge I sheathe again undeeded. There thou shouldst be; By this great clatter, one of greatest note Seems bruited. Let me find him, fortune! And more I beg not. Exit. Alarums Enter MALCOLM and SIWARD SIWARD This way, my lord; the castle's gently render'd: The tyrant's people on both sides do fight; The noble thanes do bravely in the war; The day almost itself professes yours, And little is to do. MALCOLM We have met with foes That strike beside us. SIWARD Enter, sir, the castle. Exeunt. Alarums SCENE VIII. Another part of the field. Enter MACBETH MACBETH Why should I play the Roman fool, and die On mine own sword? whiles I see lives, the gashes Do better upon them. Enter MACDUFF MACDUFF Turn, hell-hound, turn! MACBETH Of all men else I have avoided thee: But get thee back; my soul is too much charged With blood of thine already. MACDUFF I have no words: My voice is in my sword: thou bloodier villain Than terms can give thee out! They fight MACBETH Thou losest labour: As easy mayst thou the intrenchant air With thy keen sword impress as make me bleed: Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests; I bear a charmed life, which must not yield, To one of woman born. MACDUFF Despair thy charm; And let the angel whom thou still hast served Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb Untimely ripp'd. MACBETH Accursed be that tongue that tells me so, For it hath cow'd my better part of man! And be these juggling fiends no more believed, That palter with us in a double sense; That keep the word of promise to our ear, And break it to our hope. I'll not fight with thee. MACDUFF Then yield thee, coward, And live to be the show and gaze o' the time: We'll have thee, as our rarer monsters are, Painted on a pole, and underwrit, 'Here may you see the tyrant.' MACBETH I will not yield, To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet, And to be baited with the rabble's curse. Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane, And thou opposed, being of no woman born, Yet I will try the last. Before my body I throw my warlike shield. Lay on, Macduff, And damn'd be him that first cries, 'Hold, enough!' Exeunt, fighting. Alarums Retreat. Flourish. Enter, with drum and colours, MALCOLM, SIWARD, ROSS, the other Thanes, and Soldiers MALCOLM I would the friends we miss were safe arrived. SIWARD Some must go off: and yet, by these I see, So great a day as this is cheaply bought. MALCOLM Macduff is missing, and your noble son. ROSS Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's debt: He only lived but till he was a man; The which no sooner had his prowess confirm'd In the unshrinking station where he fought, But like a man he died. SIWARD Then he is dead? ROSS Ay, and brought off the field: your cause of sorrow Must not be measured by his worth, for then It hath no end. SIWARD Had he his hurts before? ROSS Ay, on the front. SIWARD Why then, God's soldier be he! Had I as many sons as I have hairs, I would not wish them to a fairer death: And so, his knell is knoll'd. MALCOLM He's worth more sorrow, And that I'll spend for him. SIWARD He's worth no more They say he parted well, and paid his score: And so, God be with him! Here comes newer comfort. Re-enter MACDUFF, with MACBETH's head MACDUFF Hail, king! for so thou art: behold, where stands The usurper's cursed head: the time is free: I see thee compass'd with thy kingdom's pearl, That speak my salutation in their minds; Whose voices I desire aloud with mine: Hail, King of Scotland! ALL Hail, King of Scotland! Flourish MALCOLM We shall not spend a large expense of time Before we reckon with your several loves, And make us even with you. My thanes and kinsmen, Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland In such an honour named. What's more to do, Which would be planted newly with the time, As calling home our exiled friends abroad That fled the snares of watchful tyranny; Producing forth the cruel ministers Of this dead butcher and his fiend-like queen, Who, as 'tis thought, by self and violent hands Took off her life; this, and what needful else That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace, We will perform in measure, time and place: So, thanks to all at once and to each one, Whom we invite to see us crown'd at Scone.
Supreme Executive Power Derrives from a Mandate fom The MASSES, not from some farcical ermine-wrapped, hand-kissing ceremonial subjection to arbitrary Anglo-Dutch German Degenerate Pretended Royal House!
Down With the Ruling House of Hanover!!
Long Live the True King, Long Live the Free Peoples of Pryddain, and God Save Our Leader!
