marikunin: (truemindavatar)
I woke up screaming into the darkness
of a deep wood where the trees loomed like ghosts
and the night was blinding in its starkness
lightened by the full moon so grandiose
a cold wind brushed against me so harshly
I gasped aloud and fell to my bruised knees
my clothes only shielding me partially
shaking as the weather dropped in degrees
So I began to walk that cobbled road
having no goal but to rest my laurels
having no idea what my journey bode
or that it would force me into quarrels
while below me the earth's heart kept beating
as if it waited for me in greeting.

A wise and strong woman found me sleeping
under the hut that she had made of stone
in such a state that I felt like weeping
If not for the terror down to my bones
"I am Tootega," said she, "now get up."
This wise woman wasn't ordinary
I could tell this as she gave me a cup
The brew giving me sight visionary
But I didn't drink for what seemed like days
Instead I watched Tootega make some food
Waiting for the sun to send us its rays
And attempting to calm my anxious mood
Only then did she decide to sit down
Then on her head I saw she had a crown.

"I've been told you're to go on a mission."
I said nothing and watched her eat seal meat
although to me she gave no nutrition
and her little stove didn't give much heat
"now listen to me," she said, "You can't fail."
When my lips parted she held up a hand
"I know you worship the One pierced by nails."
Tootega gave me a map marred with sand
Surprised ruled though when someone joined us there
"Why hello Saraswati. You're early."
The visitor was as tall as a bear
Her presence made my eyes go quite blurry
"I'm here to help you prepare for your trip"
With that, she nodded and I took a sip.

Finally the only things left were dregs
both goddesses bid me to look within
and in them I saw of time's very threads
tiny clocks constantly ticking therein
cogs and wheels both dancing with each other
in an endless rhythm of back and forth
and time stared back at me like a father
causing my very soul to change henceforth
timelines flowed behind my eyes like rivers
each colored thread the life of a person
lives passing by me so quickly made me shiver
and their fading away made my shivers worsen
the sight of which made me cry many tears
which in turn rippled, smudging all those years.

For awhile all I felt was nothing
everything became painful as I woke
the air was cold nad heavy with something
while my voice echoed every time I spoke
opening my eyes I could see so much
knowing unseen colors and unheard sounds
and life growing under my very touch
I smiled as if the lost had been found
Tootega and Saraswati were there
and I saw we were underneath the sky
with the wind blowing through all of our hair
but my being there I didn't ask why
dreamily I knew that I wasn't me
drugged or drunk I just let the matter be.

I awoke in an ivory chapel
surrounded by faces both old and new
An old man with a sagging face clapped-

A knife.

In my stomach.

"What the fuck???"

"I had to break the pattern, the old man said somberly, "I'm sorry."

I gasped. Fell onto my back, cradling my abdomen.

"You better not have hit my ovaries...I still want to reproduce one day...fucking fuck..."

I found an altar and crawled to it. It was solid and I leaned against it. Tootega and Saraswati were there, as was the old man who'd stabbed me like a little shit.

My vision was swimming now not from a foreign tea, but from pain. My blood smelled like copper.

"I am Omoitane," said the old man who stabbed me, "the deity of knowledge in shintoism..."

I knew he was still talking. I knew Saraswati was a Hindu goddess of wisdom, and Tootega was an Inuit goddess of the same attribute. I heard footsteps from nearby.

"Saga, you're here," Saraswati was saying, "Now we just have to wait for..."

My pain throbbed even as I noticed that Omoitane's hands weren't stained at all. But...he stabbed me, didn't he? I looked down. I was the one holding the knife.

"What in the fuck..."

At this realization I slumped down onto the floor. Above me the ceiling was decorated with...was that me? Drinking a tea and...

"I stabbed myself...?"

A wave of long blonde hair entered my vision as a woman in armor knelt by my side and took the bloodied knife away to bandage my wounds. I wanted to ask what the hell was going on and who was this woman-clearly a goddess, why would anyone else join us besides another deity?-but I felt too weak. Instead I listened.

"I'm Saga," the blonde whispered, "Let me help you."

"...tea I gave zir works in funny ways. I suppose zir body didn't react properly...?"

"Well," Saraswati said from somewhere far away, "In my tradition suffering for a higher purpose is seen as a good thing. You know, for entering your next life or attaining freedom from the cycle of reincarnation."

"But zie doesn't even believe in reincarnation!"

Tootega, Saraswati and Omoitane began to talk over each other, and I heard more than saw Saga stand up to join them. Finally, a new presence knelt besides me.

I forced myself to open my eyes and look at who was with me now.


He was hot.

He was a literally gorgeous black man with eyes like silver coins. Or maybe platinum. They weren't human though. He had weird wire things around his neck and his wrists while his waist had a silver cloth...skirt...thing. He was barefoot.

I suppose he saw the question in my eyes though glazed over as they were from pain.

"I'm Orunmila. Yoruba orisha of divination, wisdom and foresight."

I wondered if everyone was going to introduce themselves in order to inform my readers, and Orunmila laughed and shook his head.

"Eshu has already given his permission for you to take this journey," Orunmila told me as he washed his hands of my blood. I wasn't even aware enough to wonder where he had gotten the water, though later I'd learn he'd had a waterskin tied to his waist, "So we can save a trip to his house."


"Oh, zie's up!"

By the time Orunmila had gotten me standing, Saraswati, Tootega, Omoitane and Saga were done arguing and were waiting patiently for us to finish. Whatever Orunmila had put on my bandages was working. I could feel my body rapidly healing due to...whatever funny smelling ointment he'd put on it.

"Thank Erinle for that. He and Ixchel worked on that all last night. You humans won't discover it for a few more centuries though."

I was pretty sure that Erinle and Ixchel were from two completely different pantheons. Now that I was on my feet and not drugged or bleeding out, I could see where I was properly.

We were in a giant cathedral, with stained glass windows depicting scenes of various myths and legends, including both ones I was familiar with and others that I had yet to read about. Across from me was a picture of Saga sitting with Odin and writing down while he was talking.

"...where am I...?"

Saraswati used one of her many arms to point up towards the altar, which was behind me. I turned. Above the altar-which seemed to pay homage to all kinds of beliefs-was an inscription. The words were foreign but as I stared at them, they changed like murky water suddenly becoming clear.

"'Your journey will start in the evening. Pace yourself and don't give up.'...I don't get it."

"It's different for each person that reads it," Omoitane piped up from where he was standing. Now that I wasn't angry at him due to thinking he stabbed me, he seemed pretty kind. Like a cute wrinkly old guy that you hated to see cry.

Finally I saw that behind the altar was a huge set of wooden doors. I took a step towards them-


"To keep warm."

Omoitane's cloak went over my shoulders.

"To open your eyes."

Tootega gave me a teapot with her strange hallucinogenic tea.

"To keep your belly from complaining!"

Saraswati smiled as she handed me a boxed lunch. I was about to ask why only one lunch when Saga gave me a dagger to defend myself with, should I need it.

I wondered if Orunmila would give me one of those wire-like bracelets, or maybe some of those pretty cowire shells that danced at the end of his skirt, but I got neither.

Instead he gave me his own waterskin.

"You can't learn if you die from dehydration."

With that everything turned dark, and all I could see were the doors opening ahead of me.
marikunin: (darkrainosebleed)

First panel: Woman: Our women's group wants a nativity scene on the lawn of the courthouse. We've already got a whole bunch of signatures on our petition.

Second panel: Jesus: I wish you guys would stop it. You're not doing yourselves or Me any favors when you try to force your faith on others. Makes you look ugly.

Third panel: Woman: There's a War on Christmas in the country, Jesus. It's not "The Holidays." it's CHRIST-MAS! Jesus is the reason for the season!

Fourth panel: Jesus: Fine then, if the Reason for the Season says pestering the town for a nativity scene is stupid. Plus someone always steals the Baby Me.

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marikunin: (badasshoundoom)
Until I can save up enough to get it repaired, it's unlikely I'll be
able to write much fic. Certainly won't be able to do picspams. Body
is adjusting to my meds again so they're affecting my mood as well.
Didn't have a good day at work today either. Won't even be able to
work on my Gospel According to Avatar project on Tumblr...:(
marikunin: (aslanlionangel)
Phoenix woman gives birth to baby she carried outside of womb

And his name is Aslan! :D And ahhh, God is amazing, isn't He? 8D Even if you don't believe in miracles you gotta admit this is a great occurrence. :)

EDIT: Okay, they spell the baby's name as Azelan but they said the meaning is the same. XD
marikunin: (aslanlionangel)

I've noticed lately that when I pray for people-even on my friends list-good things happen for them. So...God must be listening to me for some reason. Lets see how many miracles God does!

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marikunin: (ravenclawencyclopedia)

Been reading articles on and I'm like "finally science that makes sense!" lol.

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Dec. 27th, 2010 03:44 am
marikunin: (aslanlionangel)
marikunin: (pureheart)

Mankind is born sinful because Adam and Eve sinned. God knows that to die in sin is to go to hell. That's why He sent His Son Jesus to die on the cross. To go to Heaven, accept Jesus into your heart. Then tell others about Him.
...yeah, that's about it. Praying this reaches someone.

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marikunin: (joyindiversity)
People Power Update 10-2010

Great stuff, everybody should read it! :3

marikunin: (sakuramonsters) Shane Claiborne and Chris Haw. Actually I'm reading it for the second time-I'm underlining my favorite parts, you see. It basically shows how if Jesus were around physically today, people would crucify Him-or at least kill Him again-because He was/is/always will be a radical. An awesome, badass radical. In other news, yesterday my whole view on...well, a lot of things, were changed. Why? Because of a documentary on National Geographic. It was about albinos living in Tanzania...and how they're being murdered-some as young as 6 months old-and their bodies cut up for witch doctors' folk remedies. I felt so saddened by this. But more than that, I felt angry. Why was this happening? And even more of an important question, why wasn't the news covering it? I posted this onto my Facebook, and one of my church friends answered that the mainstream news is mostly propaganda.
     Which led me to look at my Jesus for president book, which got me to discover, where there's actual *news*, not just rabble about Lindsay Lohan's latest meltdown. Due to the past two days, I have decided to be an "ordinary radical" and try to live by my faith more. (and try not to be judgmental of people but more on that later) Also within the next few weeks I'm going to start actively working on my Gospel According to Avatar: the Last Airbender project. Mostly because they played the season 2 finale on Nicktoons today and I know the Guru is going to have to be multiple devotions/articles.
     Now, as for my cousin: she has a boyfriend. The other night he spent the night-they apparently stayed up most of it talking-and I had asked where he was gonna sleep-maybe on the couch? just out of curiosity. She was like "He's gonna sleep in my room what are you talking about the couch?" I was like "oh ok" because this had never happened before, and they are obviously serious.
The next day my cousin said she had gotten offended by what I had said the previous night, saying that I always talked about how my dad was so judgmental, and how I was so glad I wasn't living with him. But she said that I wasn't too far from him. Then she said that she was grown and it was her house and she could do what she wanted. I had said I didn't mean any offense-I didn't- and apologized, and that particular conversation ended. But for the rest of the day I was secretly!upset and wondering if I *was* judgmental. The only reason why I even ask or think about that type of stuff is because I want things better for the people I love-not that...dangit, now I'm worried I'm offending one of you guys! XP

It's just...ugh, I don't know. *throws up hands in exasperation*
marikunin: (pureheart)

Tell me what you think?

If someone could help me out by getting the songs together so people can download them, that'd be great. *can't download on her computer as it makes the thing go slow* D:
Songs, covers and lyrics under the cut... )

marikunin: (joyindiversity)
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 I'm sorry to sound cliche, but my friends give my life purpose. (Well, obviously God gives my life purpose but He's an exception) My friends have saved my life in different ways time and time again and I would do anything for them. They make me happiest, and I thank God everyday that I have them.


Apr. 8th, 2009 09:28 am
marikunin: (itachiheadheart)

For some reason I feel like people got angry at me because of my last LJ entry. Dunno why.
Anyway, I made a playlist for my friends and my life in general. Not done with it though...but here are some of the songs so far:

Your Call by Secondhand Serenade (for Nick)
Breathe Into Me by Red (feelings about my life in general)
Little Wonders by Rob Thomas (for Anna aka [ profile] blacpawnshadow )
All You Wanted by Michelle Branch (for John aka [profile] maga_sword )
Please Don't Leave Me by Pink (my friends in general)
Falling Away From Me by Korn (my inner darkness aka my angst)
Soulmate by Natasha Bedingfield (for Jo aka [ profile] goldeneye101 )
Learning to Fall by This Beautiful Republic (to God)

 I still gotta find decent songs for my friends Melissa, Chelsea, and a few other people...hmm....
*wants to put She is Love by Parachute on the playlist but doesn't know how the song would fit in*

....applied to GameStop yesterday...hopefully they'll hire me....I need a job...speaking of jobs, I should go look for some since I'm in the village anyway...

...Guys, pray for me ok? I keep feeling like the devil has been messing with me for years-aka putting depressing lies into my head-and I want him to leave me alone. I mean...I haven't been as close to God as I should be so...anyway. Um...yeah. *tries to think of what to write about*

Oh, I had some HOT dreams last night, lol. Some were weird though...and some were hot. XD The Naruto one was...*blushes* Anyway...XD

Yeah, I'm going to end this entry now. *huggles her darkrai and lucario plushies* I want a Suicune plush....:3 But if I were to get one in the mail, I would have to hide it from my parents-aka put it under my bed-since they want me to "grow up" and give up Pokemon and stuff....*sighs*  Well, plushies are pretty small, right? Maybe it can fit in a mailbox...dunno, though...

*checks out a pokemon book from the local bookstore*  According to this, Rotom is a Legendary....huh. Never thought of the little guy as a Legend. XD

....the little cross that was on the necklace that Nick gave fell off about a week ago and I can't find it...: ( So I haven't been wearing the necklace 'cause it doesn't feel right without the little cross....*still has the necklace in her room though*
marikunin: (Default)
The headache that I got from walking in the snow-even though I had on a heavy coat, gloves and even earmuffs-is still here but it's weaker than before...

Oh, and apparently-according to someone else's LJ-it is Martin Luther King Jr.'s birthday. He would've been 80...*sighs* he could still do a lot of good if he was around...then again, maybe God just wanted him around to help with civil rights. Maybe that's why He called MLK Jr. Home at such an early age.

.....*falls over* cooooooold...

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