Friday, December 14, 2007
The World
Everything has now fit together, how nice it is to be homoginised. That is a bit of Shen Ur or the universe... I just like how everyone has their piece of space / thier purpose and function and how it all works together to create a cohesive whole out of peices parts.
Judgement
The Moon
The Star
The Tower
The Devil
Death
Death
everyone is very 'affraid' of this card. It rarely ever speaks of physical death. However this card is more about drastic change. The End of One phase and the Beginning of a New phase.
I chose Kali as she destroyes the demons of ignorance and after all, when you have an end of one thing and the beginning of another, I would like to think you killed some of those nasty ignorance demons.
The Hanging Man
Justice
again I could go on about karma. Justice is blind rt? the Goddess of Rieghteous Anger and Devine Retribution.... I found no decent pictures of her at all. However when I think of the Justice card I think Mafdet.. but I could find no pictures of her... same definition as Nemesis. Anyway, when I think Justice I think Mafdet and Nemesis, as the greek goddess Justice is blind and has a tendancy to miss important details.
The Wheeeeel of fortune
The Hermit
Streangth
There are some who say that the chariot is physical streanth and that Streangth is the emotional kind. However I tend to not seperate the two, as you can not be very strong with out both elements.
I chose Set because he slayes Apep every night as he is the only god strong enough.
This is a deviant art pic as well, to bad I cant remember the name of the person who did this.... I thought I saved it in my book marks, I will have to go back and look.
Now people like to depict Set in all manner of ways. However, in the Kmt texts it states that he has red hair and white skin.
The Chariot
The Lovers
This is one of the more complex cards because it isnt necesaraly confined to romantic relationships, it can also denote business partnerships or friendships or projects. There are some who will say this card denotes an impossible ideal within the realm or romance and general delusion.
Since this card can be ambiguous in nature with its translation dependant on the surrounding cards I chose Nut and Geb. Even though they are a 'couple' they still are a creative force. The myth is interesting telling of how Djehuti gambled with the moon to give them time to have children after being cursed by Tefnut.
The Hierophant
Thursday, December 13, 2007
The Emporer
The Empress
The High Priestess
She has come to understand her intuition and portents around her. She is intuitive and sensitive to all the energies of the earth and the universe.
I chose Hatchepsut. She was Nswbt (king) of Upper and Lower egypt for a time. As Nswbt was actually the Hight Priest of the land who traveled about performing sacred ceramony I can think of no woman better suited to this position.
Intro to the Tarot
My explinations tend to be short. I have been a reader for many years... the more detailed the explination you atempt to 'memorize' the less likely you are able to read very well. Its good to know the general ideas behind the symbolism but not good to get mired or chained to the 'definitions' provided by whomever.
This idea of putting Kmt and Hindu gods (and oh yes.. the shinsengumi will make an appearance) has been distracting me to the point to where I must write about it.
Associative Tarot of the Gods and Ancestors
so this orriginally is an excorsise that teachers will have students do... I like to do this every few years to see how my view of the cards differ from three or four years ago.
The Magi
The Fool
The Fool. He is intrepidatious, he is starting on a new path, boldly going forth in his New Life. Occasionally he is is absorbed with his new discoveries that he misses common or even vital information. He is innocent, he is new.
Whial meditating on The Fool my mind automatically goes toward contemplating Khepri. Every morning he is born and begins a new his glorious journey accross the sky. He is not soiled or mired by past actions or occurances, but is beginning his path toward maturity. As the scarab beetles would start rolling thier dung balls, emplanting eggs in order to create life, so does Khepri each day.
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Petrie on Het Heru
22. Another puzzling and discordant
element in the mythology is the goddess
Hathor. She is the most ubiquitous deity
of all. Yet she is seldom worshipped alone
and unmodified, and she is usually identified
with some other goddess or with a female
form of some god. Sekhet, Neit, lusaas, Best,
Uazit, Mut, Hekt, and Aset are all identified
with her at different places, and she
appears as female forms of Sopd, Behudt,
Anpu, and Tanen. She has no permanent
characteristics, no special attributes. The
uncouth human face with cow's ears and
modified cow's horns is the only typical form
of the goddess, and the cow and the sistrum
are her only emblems ; but these distinctions
are not constant. Worshipped in every
nome of Upper and Lower Egypt, she was
yet one of the most evasive deities, and most
easily modified and combined.
Let us reflect on what this indicates. That
the worship was thus general, equally diffused
over the country, points to the country having
been under a uniform condition of subjection
to her worshippers. While the fact that at
no centre is she solely worshipped, and at
very few places even prominently, points to
other deities having been already in possession
of the country when her devotees spread
her adoration. Where then are we to look
for her native land ? It has been shown that
Hathor was lady of Punt, and was thence
introduced into Egypt. And we may see
further confirmation of this. The only places
outside of Egypt with which she is connected
are Punt, Mafekt (Sinai) where the Punites
are very likely to have settled on the Red
Sea and Kapna. This last is usually
rendered as equal to the Gubla or Byblos,
but another Kapna was in the land of Punt,
and in the only place where Hathor is lady
of Kapna she is also lady of Wawat on the
Upper Nile. (Rec. II. 120.) Hence it is
more likely that the Kapna of Hathor is a
district of Punt. Further, of Isis, who is
identified at Dendera with Hathor, it is said,
"
Isis was born in the Iseum of Dendera of
Apt, the great one of the temple of Apt,
under the form of a woman black and red."
(M. Dend. text 30.) This points to a southern
origin. The Punites are coloured dark red,
and the neighbouring peoples black, while
the Asiatics are yellow, and the Libyans fair.
When we come to look to the nature of the
goddess we see further connection. That
Min was a Punite god is most likely, as his
position at Koptos on the Red Sea road
indicates, as well as his three colossal statues
there, apparently carved by a Red Sea people
in prehistoric time. And Min was the great
father-god. Hathor is the co-relative mothergod,
she in whom dwells the son Hor. Her
character as the universal mother is well
recognized, and is plainly on a par with the
idea of Min as the great father. Thus the
two gods whom we are led to connect with
the Punite race by their position, are similar
in nature and point to a worship of reproduction
apparently belonging to that people.
Another connection is seen in the position of
Hathor in the country. The only supreme
centre for her was at Dendera, which is
opposite to Koptos, the seat of Min, and
on the line of any invaders from the Red
Sea into the Nile valley.
That Hathor was brought in by a people
after the establishment of the other deities
we have already observed. And this exactly
agrees to her belonging to the Punite race
which founded the dynastic history. Their
great female divinity they identified with
every other goddess that they met throughout
Egypt, and established her worship also
as a local Hathor in every nome, calling her
the "
princess of the gods." The whole
phenomena of the diffusion of her worship
are thus accounted for by the historical
connection in which her origin leads us to
place her. Therefore, by her being stated
to come from Punt, by the foreign places to
which she is connected, by her colour, by
her being complementary to Min the other
Punite god, by the place of her main
sanctuary, and by the peculiar diffusion of
her worship, we are led to one conclusion
throughout that Hathor was the Punite
goddess introduced at the beginning of the
dynastic history
Petrie on Set
One of the best known incongruities
is the position of Set. In the earliest times
Set and Horus appear as co-equal or twingods
(M.E.E., 329) closely associated. In
the VHIth Chapter of the Book of the
Dead the deceased, who is usually identified
with Osiris, states that he is identical with
Set : while, evidently after the antagonistic
view of Set and Horus had come in, a
sentence was added deprecating the wrath
of Horus. Now the possibility of such a
view of Set is explained by the earliest
history of Horus. Maspero states that Isis
was originally the Virgin-mother, dwelling
alone as a separate sole goddess at Buto,
from whom Horus was self -produced
(M.H.A., 131). The union of Osiris to
Isis, and his adoption of Horus, was a
later modification. Hence there was no
incongruity in the earliest view of Horus
and Set being honoured side by side. But
when Horus became the step-son of Osiris,
later the full son of Osiris himself, he was
bound to be antagonistic to Set. That Set
belongs to the Libyans or Westerns is probable,
because he is considered to have red
hair and a white skin ; in fact, the Tahennu,
or clear-race complexion. And it is probable
that the Osiris- 1 sis group is also of Libyan
origin, as we shall see later on.
Hence we may picture to ourselves the
gods Isis, Osiris, and Set, as the three divinities
of different tribes of Libyans. So long
as the Isis worshippers and Set worshippers
were in fraternity and tribal union, Horus
and Set were coequal gods. But when the
Osiris worshippers, with whom the Setites
were at feud, united with the Isiac tribe, and
Osiris was married to Isis, it became the
duty of Horus to fight Set. Accordingly
we see the war of Horus and Set throughout
Egypt, and garrisons of the followers of
Horus were established by the side of the
principal centres of Set worship to keep
down the Setite tribe. (See Masp., Etudes
ii. 324.) This tribal view of the religious
discordances and changes seems to be the
only rational cause that can be assigned.
That tribal wars existed no one would
venture to dispute, and that religious changes
would ensue from political changes we see
exemplified all through the history of Egypt.
The cause existed for such divergences, and
it was capable of producing these divergences
: while no other reasonable cause can
be assigned, and the gods are expressly
represented as fighting and vanquishing each
other's followers. We need hardly say that
the Syrian god Sutekh, which comes in
about the XlXth Dynasty, has no connection
with the primitive Egyptian god Set.
More of Petrie's thoughts on Race
Differences between neighbouring places in
their fundamental beliefs are not mere
senseless vagaries ; they imply a difference
between the people that is, a difference in
race. According to most Egyptologists the
variety of gods was determined by the
different beliefs of every petty capital of
every province of Egypt. Yet these authorities
avoid the conclusion that these gods
belong to different ancestries. Let us just
see what this position requires of us. If the
gods arise without difference of ancestry in
their worshippers and it is admitted that
all the principal gods are far prehistoricthen
we have the view that there existed in
Egypt a unified mass of population, which
had mingled without having any previous
mythologies ; and subsequently in Egypt
they evolved different gods at many different
centres. This is what is generally tacitly
assumed, even by Maspero, who sees the
perspective of the history of mythology far
more than any other authority. But such
a view requires us to believe that for long
ages, while these gods were being evolved
and brought into contact in Egypt, not a
single serious immigration of foreign races
had taken place. In short, that though the
known history of Egypt shows a great influx
of neighbouring people every few centuries,
we are asked to suppose that such mixtures
were quite insignificant in all the far longer
prehistoric ages, while the gods were in
course of evolution. Such a view, thus
reduced to historic parallelism, is an insult
to our sense of probability.
20. That great mixtures of race had taken
place in the prehistoric ages, probably oftener
than once in a thousand years, is practically
certain, when we view the known history.
And as such mixtures always produce local
diversity, we should expect to see differences
and incongruities between the beliefs of all
the principal, and even the minor, centres of
population. In one town the A tribe would
be strongest ; in the next the B tribe still
remained in power ; on the opposite side the
C tribe had later thrust themselves in. Such
is the view which is forced upon us by the
historic probabilities of the country. Hence,
local differences are only another name for
tribal differences and diversities of origin.
It may be said that we do not see such
new gods being introduced by the migrations
during historic times, and hence we should
not expect these changes to result from the
prehistoric migrations. This is a very partial
view. In the first place new gods were needless,
because almost every race that could
burst into Egypt had already come in and
planted their gods, hence reconquests by the
same race a second time merely brought
forward their already-present god. To take
an acknowledged instance, the Libyan conquest
by the XXI Ind and XXVIth Dynasties
forced Neith, the Libyan goddess, into prominence,
after she had almost disappeared in
Egypt. When a really fresh race came in
their gods then appear also as new gods
in Egypt, such as the Syrian gods and the
Greek gods. Then, moreover, when once
the religion had become fixed by written
formulae and types of worship on monuments,
the beliefs already figured on the
spot held their ground against the unwritten
faith of the moving immigrants.
While, therefore, fully recognizing that the
diversities of belief were local, and that the
prominence of a deity was largely due to the
political importance of his centre of worship,
yet we must logically see behind these local
differences the racial and tribal differences
by which they were caused ; and behind the
political power of a place we must perceive
the political power of the race who dwelt
there, and whose beliefs were spread around
by their political predominance. Amen-worship
spread from Thebes, or Neit-worship
from Sais, not merely because those places
were the seat of power, but because the
people of those places who worshipped Amen
and Neit extended their power and dwelt as
governors and officials in the rest of the
country. It is race and not place that is
the real cause of change.
Monday, November 26, 2007
Tales of A Metaphisical Shop keep 1.2 Buddhist Vow To End All Suffering
He glowerd at the mass of papers on his desk. Now more than ever, he was intisically awair that there was something wrong. It would hit him at arbitrary times. That there was something he was lacking. Something on the inside. That feeling of being less than a whole person.
He felt a presance. Speaking of missing things, the report he was currently reading was incomplete. Perhaps the rest of it was on his desk undernieth some other paper. Since when did his desk become such a conglomerate of disaray? It was more than anoying, just as that person standing in front of his desk.
"Excuse me?" It was female and she sounded very confused. Insed of just dismissing her he looked up. She was dressed in a rather odd manner, her hair spireled around itself in seperate locks and for a moment he caught himself counting the locks. He'd stopped at four on each side, then realised he was doing it...
"IM bussey." he declared. What the hell was this girl doing here anyway? She looked utterly shocked at him, and then looked around, but when she met his eye an erie feeling crept over him, nearly suffocated him.
And she was gone.
He sat for a moment staring at the space infront of his desk that she had previously occupied. Then back at his papers. Perhaps he was working to hard.
The Next Week
"and he said whaaaaullluaaaaaaaaawwwwwaaaaaaa."
He looked at the man talking to him, making certain that he kept a look of polite interest on his face. He nodded when appropriat, but he wished very much for this man to stop talking and go about his business. The man reminded himself of that empty missing spot as usually the man had nothing of substance to say. It was distinctly disconcerting.
Finnally the boaring, and quite transparent of personality man laughed at one of his own jokes and strode confidantly elsewhere. His eyes caught the door... for a brief moment, he was sure they were being watched.
The loby was filled with people, it could have been so, but it sent an odd shiver through his spine as if something unearthy was there. He attempted to shrug it off whial exiting the building.
He took the right as per usual down the bussy, bustleing street, attempting to avoid contact with others as they seemed to not care whom they jostled in thier attempt to go to where ever...
Something dragged his eyes fowerward... as if a string were attatched forcing him to look. She was standing there. At the crosswalk. He stooped. She hadnt looked at him yet. He had to be mistaken, that girl from last week... the one who vanished in front of his eyes, the could NOT have been real. But she was there.... she began to turn and his mind flashed immages of her eather being .. someone... anyone else... to her mutating into an imposible monsterous creature.
She looked the same. Four locks of hair in the back, four on eather side. Her skin was pale, her eyes not too round, but not slanted either exsuded a type of violet blue he'd never seen. She was dressed differantly today, in many shades of red... swirling about eachother, the way the locks of her hair swirled about itself.
She too, looked a bit surprised that he was there. Then she was gone. Someone bumped into him, muttering thier appologies. He faught the urge to rub his eyes.
Three days later
The water decided it was now cold. There was no forewarning for this, as usual durring the showering process. He swore under his breath, groaped around for a towel. Their was still steem in his bathroom. He was still attempting to recover from that dream he'd always had. Oh he had several dreams, but non disterbed him on quite the same level.
Meifumado, he was certain of it. It could be no other place. In his dream he was dressed in full samurai regailia. He also knew, beyond doupt that was where he belonged and deserved to be. he would wake up, exhausted, as if he'd really been there, body aching, still knowing.. that was where he should be.
He leaned against the glass door to the bath,,, looked up , and stopped breathing.
"OH... Im reaaaaaaaaaaaaaly sorry !!!!" She said. She seemed to be just as suprised as he.... she wore black, making her pale skin almost glow.
And she was gone.
He remained where he was for a moment. Recovering. He then patroled around his house,,,, to see how she could have gotten in. He knew there was absolutely now way she could have... she didnt exsist...
That Night
He felt as if there were someone sitting on his chest.
It was pullling him out of his sleep.
"HEY ! I'm trying to talk to you !!!"
Poke, Poke,,,, she was poking him.
His eyes flew open, and for amoment he could not breath or move.
"Oh good you'r awake... I just wanted to ask."
He sat bolt upright, grabbing her arms "BEGONE SUCCUBI"
For an instant she just looked at him, stunned. Then she faded away and it looked as if she were laughing.
Two Weeks Later
The monk looked at him over the swirl of incense. He rang his singing bowl.
He was suprised he was going to these leingths. However, he needed insight to these dreams and that.... that... girl. He felt as if he were going mad. Not just the dreams of Meifumado, but dreams so simalar, as if he were in a war... on the loosing side.... or the memories... of that case.
It wasnt just seeing her. This wasnt the first time he'd ever seen that girl. It had been 12 years ago... he had been investigating a series of ritual murders.... He'd seen her then. No one else on his investigation teem did. But she had been there, she spoke to him... and he was the only who had survived.
Was this going to happen again? Was everyone but him about to be anihalated by the same or even a differant group of occultists bend on slaughtering the innocent. Was she thier herald? Or was she a good spirit that saved him... but for what reason did she save him??
who or what was she...??
and why had she been in his dreams of Meifumado ?
He had been in his normal place.
The monk began to chant as he remembered.
He was sitting seiza by a large bolder. It was dark,,,, it is always dark there. Unlike the real world there were no night time noises, but he always knew when it was time... to go into the trees. He was meditating, preparing himself.
He felt her then, but as always in this place he was... himself and not who he was when waking. So her presance surprised him certainly, but it did not make him nervious. She stood on the large rock for a moment, then jumped down, falling flat on her face.
His only thought was what was she doing there? As he had never see another human in his time in this place. She stood up and brushed herself off, then sat seiza beside him. She was wearing a rediculous blue flowered dress.
"Sooooooooooooooo where are we?" she had asked him
That surprised him as well, how could she not know where she was? It took him a moment to find the speaking voice he had not used in so long. "In hell." he answered.
She took the time too look around. "Its ... kinda dark here... well... at least I can see."
It was time. He stood up. She remained. He could not allow her to remain here, to be perpetually killed by the demons. "Come with me." he ordered her.
"Hmmm??? Where are we going?" she asked, a bit to cheerfully... perhaps she was insane.
He grabbed her by her arm and dragged her to his perffered spot in the trees. He was a bit late ... so he shoved her out of the way of the on comming demons. He was never sure how long he fough.... but always untill every last one was annyhalated.
To his horror he saw one advancing on the girl. She showed no fear and was speaking to it. He slew it imediately from behind.
"What did you do that for?" she demanded of him. "I was trying to talk to it!?!?!?!"
He stood fast to look at her. She was being serious. He grabbed her arm and lead her back to the waiting spot.
She left then, but returned after a time. For a few minuts she sat quietly beside him, in seiza, looking at him out of the corner of her eye.
"you know.... that ... my warrior freinds used to tell me that they could rest after they died..... and this." she gestered to the imediate aria. "doesnt exactally seem to restfull."
He had no reply for her.
"why do you stay here?" she asked, she had turned her body so that she could look straight at him.
"I deserve to be here." he told her.
She seemed to fade away as she thought about this.
She returned.... again... he had no way of time keeping. There were no days or night here.
"are you SURE you should... still be here? don't you think you have been here long enough?" she asked after sitting next to him.
He again had no reply.
She stood up and held her hand out to him.... "Come on."
His vision blurred, but later.... the dreams.... now they happened when he was awake as well. Memories of a past life... filled with bloodshed ... of who and what he was. It was not difficult to figure out now... the uniform, the time period, the people..... the places.
At times these memories overwhelmed him when he was in a particular aria that had changed or remained the same. There were times he was hit with a nestalgia so harsh he felt as if he would fall. The memories assaulted him relentlessly.
And the dreams of Meifumado, they changed drastically. He was no longer the stoic man who had faced this place with imparitality. Now he was constantly affraid... constantly longing for company. Even though he knew if he did not GO, that the demons would come to him... this time, he lost.... he felt every rip and tear, every hit.
His waking personality seemed to take a turn as well, he acted more like his past self.... and he was perferring it that way.
Something was happening in the room, as the Monk's chanting seemed to be causing as much vibration in the air as the singing bowl. The incense had taken over, making the room look as unearlthy as could be.... the guardian statuary lookes as if it were blinking and moving.
He watched as her form slowely took shape and mass, or as much mass as it ever did for a ... what ever she really was.
The Monk himself seemed quite surprised, and startled then he began reciting the heart sutra. Something in the back of his mind told him to expect ... something.... unexpected. He braced himself.
"oh WAIT !! STOP!!!" she said quite clearly,,, starteling the monk agian....he stopped.
"Oh I know this... but I have to start at the beginning you see."
The Monks mouth dangled open as she began to sing, in a lovely voice...
"arya-avalokitesvaro bodhisattvo gambhiram prajnaparamitacaryam caramano vyavalokayati sma: panca-skandhas tams ca svabhavasunyan pasyati sma.
iha sariputra rupam sunyata sunyataiva rupam, rupan na prithak sunyata sunyataya na prithag rupam, yad rupam sa sunyata ya sunyata tad rupam; evam eva vedana-samjna-samskara-vijnanam.
iha sariputra sarva-dharmah sunyata-laksala, anutpanna aniruddha, amala avimala, anuna aparipurnah.
tasmac chariputra sunyatayam na rupam na vedana na samjna na samskarah na vijnanam. na caksuh-srotra-ghrana-jihva-kaya-manamsi. na rupa-sabda-gandha-rasa-sprastavya-dharmah. na caksur-dhatur yavan na manovijnana-dhatuh. na-avidya na-avidya-ksayo yavan na jaramaranam na jara-marana-ksayo. na duhkha-samudaya-nirodha-marga. na jnanam, na praptir na-apraptih.
tasmac chariputra apraptitvad bodhisattvasya prajnaparamitam asritya vibaraty acittavaranah. cittavarana-nastitvad atrasto viparyasa-ati-kranto nistha-nirvana-praptah.
tryadhva-vyavasthitah sarva-buddhah prajnaparamitam asritya-anut-taram samyaksambodhim abhisambuddhah.
tasmaj jnatavyam: prajnaparamita maha-mantro mahavidya-mantro 'nuttara-mantro samasama-mantrah, sarva-duhkha-prasamanah, satyam amithyatvat. prajnaparamitayam ukto mantrah. tadyatha: gate gate paragate parasamgate bodhi svaha. iti prajnaparamita-hridayam sa-maptam.
gate gate paragate parasamgate bodhi svaha!"
Both he and the Monk could do nothing but stare at her.... she looked so solid.
"Now that we got that out of the way..... " she spun to face him... so damned familiar... "YOU..... yes YOU.....I am awwwwwwwwwwwwwwfully flattered that you not only think Im a succubus but rate and entire flock of them...but No... Im not." She turned back to the Monk "Nor am I a demon or hostile spirit either... as is obviously apparent by my singing of the heart sutra." She took a moment to look them both over. "I am here because HE is having sould fragment issues. And I thought that was cleared up." She again turned to him. "And just how MANY times to I have to drag you out of that place:???? Quit w/the feeling as if you deserve to be there crap !! Its tedious and taking precious minuts off my life !!! I could be doing some constructive ... sleeping ! So, if you don't mind... work with me here!!?!" She stomped her foot at him. He could do nothing but nodd at her.
"Good." She was gone.
He threw himself down on his bed. The monk could not explane the apperition of her... or what she was... but the Monk was certain that watever the case, she was a benevalant entity... bent on helping... but why was she helping him?
He was afraid.... the quiet made him uneasy....
"Damnit... there you are." He jumped up sword at the ready.
"I dont think so... you are comming with me..." she stood infront of him now... another flowing dress in the middle of a hell full of demons...
"who...are you?" he heard himself ask. She stopped glaring at him and rewarded him with a look of sympathy. "I am the one who is going to take you away from here." She then took his hand...
There was an odd thunking noise and he heard a voice say it was affraid. He squinted his eyes... .and saw a thin, sickley looking samurai... on the floor, as if he had been thrown against the dresser.
"OH for the sake of ALLLLLLLLLLLL that is holy!" she was there. "That is YOU."
The samurai cowered on the floor. She grabbed him and threw ....
Something inside of him snapped together in a comfortable and reasuring way.
"You... keep yourself together... the NEXT time I go there,,,, you had better not be there do you understand me????" she stood at the edge of his bed, glaring at him... he nodded at her...
"why do you care so much?" he managed to ask her.
that seemed to suprise her... "oh.. well... all I wanted to do was appologise for offending you... but you were in two places at once.. and I didnt really like that.... or something... but I am really sorry for disrespecting you and all that."
he shook his head... what was she talking about?? But it was too late and she was gone.
Two days Later
"you said what?" Ryana asked her former student.
"I am being follllllowed, by a spriit.. cant seem to shake it."
Ryanna looked at Sita for a moment surpressing the illusion that she was no more than a teen age gilr.... the woman never seemed to age... shamen...
"how ? You are shamen trained and a Preistess... why can you not shake this 'spirit'?" Ryana asked in vexation. Sita coudl be utterly exasperating.
Sita just looked up at her, the way a child would when caught steeling cookies....
"What did you do Sita?"
"ohhhh wellllllllllllllllllllll....uhmm."
Ryana tapped her foot on the floor.
"oh well I acted shamefully and insulted an ancestorial spirit and then went to go appologise and I found it in hell, but he was reincarnet too so ... I kinda... put him back together... or so I though... but I keep seeing him..... how can he not be together !!!" Sita demanded in frustration.
"have you not asked him?"
"he isnt exactally forthcomming with information. Can't you talk to him.... shouldnt he bee... I dunno... back with himSELF???? or something???" On occasions like this it was hard to believe that Sita was in her mid thirties.
Ryana sighed...."Give me just a minut."
Ryana shifted her perception, sure enough.. there was a man in the room with them. He was dressed like a Japanese man... from long ago.... they shared a gaze... "why do you haunt Sita?" she asked..... his facial expression did not much change, but she was hit with the idea that he was quite amused....
"well???? what did he say?" Sita asked whial bounding up and down like a highschool girl...Ryana had to take a deep breath so as not to laugh at the woman.
"It seems that you retreaved his soul from hell?" she asked
"oh yeah... that... welll.... he was there long enough."
Ryana stopped herself from laughing. "Sita, because of this he is now one of your Guardians." Ryana attempted to explain.
"but...I have ... enough don't I?" she asked looking around the room as if she could see all the guardian spirits that were around her at any given time, and knowing Sita, she could see them.
"yes, but it is now his duity to do this."
"that... is just rediculous !!! I mean I ... was supposed to be fixing his soul... not seperating it further... he needs to go back to himself !!!!" she declaired.
Again, Ryana had to prevent herself from laughing. "He can not as he is now bound by honor...if you are to send him away..."
"damn samurai and thier honor... if I send him away he will have to go rt back .... " she turned to where he was leaning against the wall, glared at him and stuck out her tongue. "all of that work for nothing... I swear..... next time I just wont bother...." and she stomped away with the odd assortment of beings of which she had prevented from awful fates of suffering....in one form of another.
And people wonder why shamen trained mutter to themselves all the time.....