Add a jewish nose to that first pic and it's a Mark cartoon.
Druid/pol/ #0019: THE IDES OF MARCH edition
Sebastian Gray
Isaac King
Hopefully you will have a swift recovery
Aiden Thomas
time to dial it back and switch off some heaters and hope they don't need to run in sequence.
That daily god list is purely Celto-Brythonic lad tbh. Here's my current version with some notes:
MONDAY - DAY OF THE MOON:
Brighid (Dawn Goddess and of hearth and home
As well as victory
And cattle and dairy
And summer half of the year
And smithing
And healing springs)
(instead, Elatha? Irish?)
TUESDAY - DAY OF THE SKY FATHER/WAR GOD;
Dagadeiwos (sky father)
(Irish - Ogma?)
WEDNESDAY - DAY OF THE WANDERER
Lugh - Lleu? (order, king of gods)
THURSDAY - DAY OF THE THUNDER
Taranis
-FRIDAY - DAY OF THE LOVE GODDESS
Branwen (instead, Penarddun?)
SATURDAY - DAY OF THE HARVEST GOD
Amaethon
SUNDAY - DAY OF THE SUN GOD
Bel (goddess, Áine - irish?)
February 1/2: Imbolc (Candelmas).
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The next holy day is March 21: Alban Eilir or Spring Equinox.
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I've begun keeping a dream diary recently, it's interesting to interpret them even if I don't dream much.
dreamt I was a worker in a science factory but then an abomination flesh horror took over and killed everyone then resurrected me as a pillar of organs roughly shaped into something mobile that could handle human equipment like doorways and keyboards. I was attached directly to this flesh mass by massive veins and tendons but was independent and communicated with it telepathically. I explored the facility for ages, nourished by the abomination and we grew closer and came to love one another in a horrific symbiotic manner, as it healed my initial insanity at being turned into a horror-puppet. Eventually I found the way out of the grimy facility and we prepared to leave, the flesh monster painstakingly dragging itself upward. We opened the entrance door to find that centuries had past and the facility was enclosed in an apple style white and clean futuristic reinforced iGreenhouse, setting off alarms.
The dream ended as a mixie security guardess flew about inside on antigravity shooting lasers, attempting to destroy our grotesque escape.
I was some sort of mob enforcer working for a couple of bosses, sent to take out a Don Coeurleón,. I botched the job and he escaped with a trophy wife, but ran his own child over in the process. The two bosses, a femme fatale and shadowy unknown figure, arrived at the Don’s mansion to find me using his luxury goods; smoking cigars and drinking fine whiskeys. They took over and I was given charge of the boss-lady’s child, who was distressed at seeing the splattered remains of the Don’s.
We were in a living room living it up as before when a short, angry guy walked in and began harassing me for using “his” luxuries. I continued implacably and he calmed somewhat and joined me, although became irritated at the slightest mistake, like droppi ng ash on the table between us.
I gathered that he thought of himself as the Don’s successor and eventually showed him through to the kitchen where the other bosses were talking. I began fading out as he began to stammer and become increasingly nervous in the presence of his betters and woke up as he was acquiescing and giving up his position as successor, changing subject to something about a scuba crime squad and a metal gear Mother Base.
Nathaniel Bailey
Keep up the good work lad
Brandon Bennett
How has the weather been lads?
Ian Scott
Foggy today, still warming up.
Jack Roberts
Portentous bit of luck from the household god, found £15 on a shelf and I don't remember putting it there.
Lincoln Campbell
Iv explained this to you multiple times. If you dont get it now, you never will.
Kayden Brooks
Pissing it down here son.
Good job on the dream diary. Keep it up - dreams are a potent source of divination through imagery and scrying of the subconscious.
Jason Myers
Noice lad