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mᄱrmá„ČŃá«'s á„Čá„á« sŃrᄱá„'s
Grian looks over the edge of the cliff at the crashing waves. His teeth clench together in a disgusted frown. He clenches his fists.
He takes several calculated steps back, and once he has gone far enough back, he runs forward, each foot kicks grass and dirt from beneath him until there is nothing beneath him and he is falling, Air rushing around his body; not screaming nor thrashing around, the builder grows closer to the edge of the world, shrouded in the that glorious blue-green and sea foam that sat on desktop screens before a silly game or video boots up to make the ocean's vile nature nothing more than a single graffiti ridden cargo car of the train of thought.
The cold water swallows Grian's body. Grian doesn't give into his fears and takes one final breath before diving down. His breast stroke was laughable. That wouldn't stop him. It didn't matter. His tightened chest was a ruse. His blinking consciousness was fake. This was all fake.
Grian wakes up again in a red bed he set up on the cliff face with a shulker box with his belongings. He gasps the air around him. He chooses not to check his communicator. He takes it off. He gets up and runs off the cliff face again. No malice finds him when he hits the cold water again. He swims down further than the last time.
Again he wakes up and does it again. He gets further down.
And again.
To anyone that knows, it's a fruitless effort. Mumbo and Scar don't know the effort. "What is Grian doing?" they wonder, arriving as Grian runs off of the cliff again. It takes even longer for Grian to respawn, but when he does, Scar grabs his arm before he runs again.
"What are you doing? Grian is everything okay?"
"The bottom of the ocean is gone."
Part 1
đOcean jar spellđ
Recently due to quarantine, I haven't been able to visit the beach. I have a general longing for the sea but these days it makes me so sad that I'm not able to visit at all. So I made a small simple jar spell to keep the ocean with me!
đIngredients
đbeach sand
đwater(any water is fine but salt water, storm water, or moon water works best)
đseashells/seaglass
đsea salt
đblue wax
đSteps
đcast your circle, ground yourself, center, etc whatever you do to prepare for magick work
đcleanse the ingredients you are using for the spell
đsprinkle in the sand, and think about the good thoughts the beach sand gives you. I think about how it feels to walk in it and run your fingers through it
đsprinkle in the salt and think about the good feeling the salt of the ocean gives you. I like to think about the smell of the ocean and the feel of dried salt water on your skin after a day of swimming.
đplace each seashell/sea glass piece in gently and think about the beauty of the ocean.
đput the water in the jar. This can be difficult if you have a teeny jar like me, but what I did was dip my finger in the water and let the water drip from my finger into the jar. I put in nine drops to represent ClĂodhna and her ninth wave, as I called upon her to help me with this spell. As the water drips, think about the feeling of the water.
đcork the jar and seal it with the blue wax. I like to think of it as water running down the bottle.
đthis one is completely optional, but when the beaches are safe to visit again, I hope let the ocean water run over it a few times!
Take it with you whenever you feel like you need the ocean with you. I'm keeping it in my cardigan pocket every where I go! :) Good luck witches, blessed beđ€đđ§đ
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Sea Witch Bath
Maybe youâre a landlocked sea witch, maybe youâre looking for a setting to commune with your ocean deity, maybe you just feel like pampering yourself like a mermaid. Weâve got the bath spell for you.
First prep the bath mixture. Youâll need:
1 part sea salt
1 part epsom salt
1 part kelp powder
œ part baking soda
essential oil of rosemary
Combine all the ingredients in a jar, then charge the mixture under the full moon. Store with a piece of moonstone when not in use.
For the spell youâll need:
the sea witch bath mixture
muslin bag or old pantyhose
variety of candles
sea related trinkets (i.e. seashells, sea glass, mermaid offerings, etc.)
jasmine or eucalyptus incense
Arrange your trinkets and candles around the rim of the bathtub, then light the incense and candles. While waiting for the bathtub to fill with warm water, place a cup of the bath mixture into the muslin bag or pantyhose and tie it shut. Make sure theres enough room in the bag for when the kelp expands. Drop it into the bath water, then soak until you feel youâve absorbed all the energy out of the bath.
Enjoy your soak, all you lovely sea witches~
Also big rec to check out ManchĂĄn Maganâs Instagram which has a tonne of definitions on it as well as his book Thirty-Two Words for Field: Lost Words of the Irish Landscape which this has just prompted me to take back off the shelf.
You can find a bunch more on his website here.
Sitting amid the bric-a-brac of generations of seafarers before him, fisherman and museum curator John Bhaba Jeaic Ă Confhaola of Galway, Ireland, tried to describe a word to interviewer ManchĂĄn Magan. The word, in the Irish language, was for a three-bladed knife on a long pole, used by generations of Galway fishermen to harvest kelp. Ă Confhaola dredged it from his memory: a scian coirlĂ. âI donât think Iâve said that word out loud for 50 years,â he told Magan. It was a sentiment that Magan would hear again and again along Irelandâs west coast. This is a place shaped by proximity to the ocean: nothing stands between the sea and the countryâs craggy, cliff-lined shores for roughly 3,000 kilometers, leaving it open to the raw breath of the North Atlantic. [âŠ] Early last year [2020], Magan [âŠ] began collecting coastal words from towns along the west coast, in an effort to preserve them. [âŠ] The recordings make up the FoclĂłir Farraige, or Sea Dictionary: an online database of recordings and definitions sorted by their regional origin. Magan also recently published a selection of words in an illustrated book. [âŠ]
Yet the words are often much more than utilitarian. They carry a sense of poetry, and a perspective on nature. There is the town of Donegalâs mada doininne, a particular type of dark cloud lining the horizon that foretells bad weather. The word, literally translated, means âhounds of the storm.â
Or blĂĄth bĂĄn ar gharraĂ an iascaire, a description of choppy sea from the county of Galway that means âwhite flowers on the fishermanâs garden.â [âŠ]
A coastal Irish speaker, walking the beach at night, might have equally expected to hear stranach (the murmuring of water rushing from shore), or the whisper of caibleadh (distant spirit voices drifting in over the waves).
They knew the ceist an taibhse (the question for the ghost) â a riddle used to determine if someone they met along the way was human or supernatural.
Many words describe ways of predicting the weather, or fishing fortunes, by paying attention to birds or wind direction; to the seaâs sounds; or to the colors in a fire. [âŠ]
Ă Baoill and Magan both point out that preserving Irelandâs traditional coastal vocabulary is especially important in the face of climate change and biodiversity loss. Take a word like borrĂĄite, from Carraroe village, which describes a rocky offshore reef found in the area. Kelp once grew on these reefs in abundance, tangling with other seaweed species and providing refuge for fish. Due to climate change and overfishing, however, Magan says that a borrĂĄite today would host neither kelp nor many fish.
âContained within that word is the entire ecosystem that was in that area,â Magan says. Words like this, he hopes, can both remind us of what we have lost and reconnect us to what we might still preserve.
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Headline, captions, and text published by: Claudia Geib. âTo Speak of the Sea in Irish.â Hakai Magazine. 17 March 2021. Published alongside illustrations and animations by Aurelie Beatley.
Photographer Lloyd Meudell captures surrealistic images of breaking sea foam. Interestingly, the sea foam is essentially a three-phase fluid made up of air, water, and sand. Yet despite the surrealism of its forms, the foam bears strong resemblance to other flows. The shapes the foam forms are reminiscent of vibrated non-Newtonian fluids like paint or oobleck. Momentum deforms the foam into sheets and ligaments smoothed and held together by surface tension until droplets snap free. You can find more of Meudellâs work at his site. (Image credits: L. Meudell; via freakingmindblowing; submitted by molecular-freedom)
Back at the ocean for Thanksgiving.
reblog this w your weirdest fear!!! mineâs balloons
water is the only element that puts the fear of god into me
I've just lost myself for a couple of hours reading about siphonophores... I swear that before Tumblr, the only siphonophore I'd ever heard of was the classic Portugese Man o' War... Some of these critters use jet propulsion!
In short, siphonophores are colonial animals related to corals and jellyfish. They consist of a colony of connected, interdepentent individual zooids, which individually are often highly specialised (for instance, for feeding, reproduction, or propulsion). Because they are not just a single organism, they can get pretty big...
Top one is an Apolemia, not sure of the species, this one was spotted off the coast of Western Australia, estimated at over 100m long...
Second one, not sure but may be the same as the 6th one below...
Third one, not entirely sure but the bioluminescence looks similar to one spotted by the Hercules remotely operated vehicle in 2005, I believe...
Fourth one is Nanomia.
Fifth one from the top (Bell-like float at the end, with tentacles hanging from the stalk) is Praya dubia, the 'giant siphonophore', up to 50m long... Note that this is an illustration by a furry artist (Kolossus154 - note I do not believe that the siphonophore is a fursona, though I could be wrong), rather than a photo or video, still cool though
Sixth picture, can't ID but looks similar to one spotted by Nautlius live in 2014
Believe that last one is Bathyphysa conifera (aka the Flying Spaghetti Monster...)
(please anyone, correct me if I'm wrong!)
siphonophores will never not freak me out. stop doing that its SCARY but also please don't ever stop doing that you ethereal marine cryptid