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" 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑯𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝑴𝒆𝒏 - 𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝑪𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝑫𝒊𝒆"
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Art by: Amir_Foo
Theatre club 🎭
Sun in the 11th: Theatre club
Moon in the 11th: Mother's group
Mercury in the 11th: Book club
Venus in the 11th: Scrapbooking club
Mars in the 11th: Competitive sports club/RSL club
Jupiter in the 11th: Mile-high club
Saturn in the 11th: Future Business Leaders group
Uranus in the 11th: Online group/protest group
Neptune in the 11th: Healing support group
Pluto in the 11th: Secret society
I got my Leo sun in the 11th house, while my Aquarius uranus is also in the 5th. I’m kind of a mix of all this energies at the same time haha
An example of synthesis, using a scenario that is considered “contradicting” (Leo sun in the 11th house :: the singular identity in the home of the group collective)
the sign is how, the house is where:
leo sun ( [+] keywords on how they express their identity): vivid/vibrant, loyal, creative, passionate, loving, dedicated, determined/persistent, brave, dignified
11th house (where they express their identity): the development of the ego (sun) will revolve around the areas of dreams and aspirations of the future, the approach to society and social causes, themes of innovation and progression, friendships that are formed, and connectivity to the collective
In a reading I would bring this together and say something like;
“The visions of future dreams and aspirations are passionate and vivid in the eyes of the solar individual. He prides himself in being persistent and tenacious in pursuit of his purposes, shows a loving and loyal temperament towards those he has bonded with in the name of unity, and in his contact to the multitudes he draws others near with the vibrant, creative and magnetizing warmth of his light.”
As you can see, all we did was combine two concepts using a bunch of keywords. Try doing this with placements in your chart that you find “contradicting”
the sign is how, the house is where, and aspects further flavor planetary energies.
how much of us is left once we are dead? who we were is gone but what we are remains how much of us are our bodies made of?
Book Cover for “Societey and Homosexuality” by Claus-Ferdinand Siegfried - 1972
The Mosquito's Sting: A Tale of Boundaries Challenged
Once upon a time, in an enchanted kingdom, there was a mosquito that carried West Nile fever. This mosquito bit a wealthy man and a poor one, a Jew and an Arab, a white person and a black person, women and men, heterosexual cisgender and LGBTQ+ individuals. The story tells how people created protective barriers and divisions between themselves, but nature, in the form of the mosquito, pierced through these barriers and showed how easily something from each of them could seep into the other, revealing how arbitrary and temporary all these defenses and boundaries truly were.
The king of the kingdom ordered the mosquito to be locked in a golden cage and asked the wisest person in the kingdom, a little girl who understood the language of all animals, to talk to the mosquito. The girl listened to the mosquito's story and told the king the moral lesson that the mosquito had taught. Instead of punishing the mosquito, they made it an important minister in the kingdom. The royal physician healed the mosquito, and the kingdom's scientists transformed it into a beautiful prince.
The prince married the girl when she became old enough. She was the only one who saw the wisdom in the simple mosquito that had only come to sting. To everyone's surprise, as they did not know enough about science, it turned out that the mosquito was actually female. So, the wise girl ended up marrying a mosquito princess who loved to wear princes' clothes. The two of them lived happily ever after, a bit distanced from all other humans who were unwilling to give up the barriers and divisions that separated them.
When the people discovered that the mosquito was female and had married a woman, they wanted to punish her. However, the girl, who was once a wise child, ran away with the mosquito princess to the mountains. There, they lived happily, far from people's eyes and the fears that drove society. They listened to animals, studied life principles with them, trying to deeply understand their languages. Over the years, they published scientific papers that were meant to bring human society closer to their compassionate worldview, which looked broadly at life as one intertwined woven fabric.
hot take but like. the fundamental flaw people view socialism as having is pretty much nonexistent.
so ppl think that the reason socialism isn't feasible is because without personal gain like raises, better job opportunities, more power etc people won't innovate or work hard. but that's only in a situation where people are forced into doing jobs that they don't like. if an incredibly shy person is in a customer service job, of course the only thing that's going to motivate them is money! their job sucks, why would they work hard for no benefit on something they hate? but a super outgoing, talkative person who genuinely loves helping and hanging out with people will just be motivated by the fact that they like what they're doing. there's people who will like every job: that's why they exist. someone, ages ago, thought "hey, i would be kind of good at that and it would be fun" and just did it. and innovation WOULD happen, because people like helping people. remember that thing that happened on tiktok (i think, correct me if i'm wrong) where someone with parkinson's talked about the impracticality of their medication bottles and within thirteen hours a usable version was made and about to be released to the public. that was made because people like helping people. or look no further than fanfiction! the longest ever story in the world atm is a super smash bros fanfic. that author isn't getting any personal gain from that, except maybe the occasional comment. they're doing it because they like writing it and they like that other people like it. so you know, socialism isn't actually that flawed, people just are so entrenched in capitalism that they can't conceive people doing anything out of compassion or just liking it.
Angels live, they never die Apart from us, behind the sky They're fading souls who've turned to ice So ashen white in paradise - T.L. One drawing i made a year ago. I can still feel all these emotions flooding my body, just like when i drew this, back then. There are some other drawings like that one. Each telling a story of a childs soul tortured by society. This one is about traumatic exerience. ( part one of three )
In a world gone mad In a place so sad Sometimes it's crazy, crazy To fight for what you believe But you can't give up, no If you wanna keep what you love Keep what you love Never give up, no Rise in revolution Everybody one for all Sound off, this is the call Song: Rise Skillet #painting #art #blackandwhite #revolution #rise #skillet #pencil #artstuff #darkness #shadow #brokensociety #society #rock #pencildrawing #drawing #bnb https://www.instagram.com/p/B4M7HnaAan8/?igshid=1vq3kgaf4dhxw
In a world gone mad In a place so sad Sometimes it's crazy, crazy To fight for what you believe But you can't give up, no If you wanna keep what you love Keep what you love Never give up, no Rise in revolution Everybody one for all Sound off, this is the call Song: Rise Skillet #painting #art #blackandwhite #revolution #rise #skillet #pencil #artstuff #darkness #shadow #brokensociety #society #rock #pencildrawing #drawing #bnb https://www.instagram.com/p/B4M7HnaAan8/?igshid=g9xb2oy3fslb
She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn’t supposed to look nice. And she knew that. She wore dark red lipstick the colour of blood, and not just any blood, but period blood. She wore smokey eyes and didn’t bother hiding the dark circles from insomniac nights and had a perfectly winged eyeliner that she had read in sixth grade made you look like a cat and she loved cats though she was, as she begrudgingly admitted to her animal lover friends, afraid to touch them. Her nose was radically different from what the rest of her family had and someone said it made her look like a Greek sculpture. She refuses to wear high heels unless it is a wedding and she loves standing taller than the people who used to look down on her. She practically lives in her well-worn sneakers that she bought with the money from her first salary because the heels prescribed by the boss at work were ergonomically stupid and anyway, she would like to have her spine and muscles intact in old age. She had a small little birthmark right beneath the outer of her left eye, on her high cheekbones that her uncle had told her resembled her country. She has two very slightly crooked front teeth, hardly visible unless you are asked to look at them because though she intended to, she never could bring herself to take the initiative and wear braces because it hurts and she hated things that brought her pain. She always carries a picture of her parents in her purse and a bottle of perfume. She goes to the movies without buying popcorn because she hadn’t been to the theatre for five years once and the first time after, she forgot to buy them and anyway, it’s difficult to hear with the constant chewing. She writes little letters and half-finished stories, pores over ancient texts and is a treasure trove of little facts. She knows all the Greek stories, despises Zeus and the gods and adores mythology, be it Celtic, Indian, Chinese, Norse or Japanese but loves folklores the best. She knows suspiciously too much about Unit 731, Operation Nightingale, the Nazca lines, poison, the history of chocolate, the world wars and Europe after the French Revolution for a medical student but who cares, she’s fascinating. She appears cold but those who have known her for years would tell you that she’s an empath and her fault is caring too much. She speaks bits and pieces of several languages, all influenced by the books and series she’d seen and loved. You could ask her what ‘What’s for dinner?’ was in Thai but she wouldn’t be able to tell you the classes of tones in it. She is a fashionista and abides by the teachings of her father who taught her what fashion really is and made her see how even a small wardrobe is enough to last you years because he never seemed to buy himself something unless his existing clothes were too worn and that was rare because he took extremely good care of his belongings, good enough to still be able to use the same sunglasses he wore during his college days. She is a wonderful cook but rarely cooks her native dishes because she’s a picky eater who thrives on pasta and Chinese and the fish curries her mother makes are still the best things that graced her mouth. She is a mosaic of information and experience. She is everything and nothing, all at once. She is human, and perfection is her flaw. She is art.
Stereotype - an innocent label?
What is a stereotype? The first thing that comes to mind is that it's just that women can't drive cars, men can't paint their nails and women shouldn't be mechanics. But is it true?
Let's start by explaining what a stereotype is. It simplifies certain facts, giving everything a label and sticking to rigid standards. But honestly, who likes labels? Nobody, they could be harmful. Yes, you can say that every stereotype has its reason, or someone can say "This is what the statistics show." But if we were to believe the statistics, then, for example, when you go for a walk with your dog, statistically, you have three legs each.
A stereotype is a tight envelope that often hurts people. For example, why can't a girl be passionate about car mechanics? According to society, she is immediately considered a "tomboy". Assigning an appropriate gender to a given occupation is nonsense and proof that our society still has problems moving forward and looking outside the box. However, harmful stereotypes are slowly disappearing.
So, are stereotypes accurate? Should we follow them? Maybe next time you want to judge someone based on their gender, think twice. As far as I am concerned, for you, it may be just words, but for the other person, it may be something that stays with them and brings them down
My article for school about gender stereotypes, I'm posting it there 'cause in my view it's important to say that here♥️
Heroes.....
Look at those jerks in the train, they are smiling at a girl in a cosplaying costume and doin jokes about her!! Just for the record, she is the hero not you, because she is living her life like she wants to but you, you are just a pathetic slave of the society, thinking that your sick world is the only way. At the end of the day, she will be satisfied and you are still trying reaching a goal that you will never find......