Anger - Blog Posts
Unpopular opinion of Marcus Aurelius – and highly thought-provoking:
“In comparing sins (the way people do) Theophrastus says that the ones committed out of desire are worse than the ones committed out of anger: which is good philosophy. The angry man seems to turn his back on reason out of a kind of pain and inner convulsion. But the man motivated by desire, who is mastered by pleasure, seems somehow more self-indulgent, less manly in his sins.
Theophrastus is right, and philosophically sound, to say that the sin committed out of pleasure deserves a harsher rebuke than the one committed out of pain. The angry man is more like a victim of wrongdoing, provoked by pain to anger. The other man rushes into wrongdoing on his own, moved to action by desire.” © Marcus Aurelius, “Meditations”.
WHAT TRULY MATTERS & WHAT DOESN’T: MARCUS AURELIUS
Letting Go Spell 🔥🔮
I used this to let go of anger and to move on from a situation that I’ve been stubbornly clinging onto for weeks. Sometimes anger does more harm than pain. As with any spell or ritual change what you see fit. 🌱
What you’ll need
-A cleansed rock
-A red candle
-Something to write with
-Moon/rain water
-A selection of music (optional)
-A compass?
What to do
Cleanse your space any any tools you’re using.
Play intense angered music, something with heavy lyrics and sound. I listen to something similar to “im yer dad” by GRLwood
Hold your rock and write on it what you want to let go of, for example I wrote anger and drew a sigil for releasing anger.
While facing the East, light the red candle and pour some of the wax onto the rock.
Hold the rock, scream, head bang, be angry, and swear.
Go outside and face the West. (You can face a window if need be) Sit cross legged with the rock in your right hand.
Begin centering yourself, slowly feel the anger from within seep out into the rock.
Change the music to something light. (I listened to Daylight by Taylor Swift)
Continue to envision the rock becoming heavier and hotter and yourself become lighter and relaxed.
When the time feels right toss rock away from you. Not aggressively, just kindly return the rock back to earth. There is nothing this anger can do to serve you now.
Speak “I return this energy to you. Bless me with the strength to move on. So mote it be.”
Meditate and cleanse your forehead with moon/rain water. These things are no longer with you, move up and move on.
Notes
Remember to cast a protective circle.
Magick is fluid and changes for each individual please don’t feel you need to strictly follow this or any other spell step by step. Replace tools with what you have on hand, include your deities, skip steps, it is ALL about intent!
I prefer to do this spell in the rain and use that to cleanse myself. It is truly powerful.
Don’t practice magick when you are upset or distraught, things will go sour.
Feel free to reach out to me with any questions or concerns!
Blessed be 🌍 ✨
I was thinking about how one of the defining features of both Fëanor and Fingolfin is anger. It’s more obvious with Fëanor (drawing a sword on his brother, swearing a very threateningly worded oath), but it’s also true for Fingolfin. Tolkien says Fingolfin was of a different temperament and yeah, maybe he was more restrained and less reckless, but still it was partially anger at Fëanor that pushed him to cross the Helcaraxë, and it was anger that made him go and confront Satan.
In contrast, their firstborn sons rarely do anything out of anger. Fingon’s driven by loyalty, friendship and compassion, even when he has every right to feel betrayed and angry. It is said he hated Morgoth only, but even that hatred isn’t shown on page through anger (defiance maybe but not anger). His last charge against Morgoth’s forces was born from hope unlike his father’s.
As for Maedhros, he laughs when he receives Thingol’s condescending answer, while his brothers are mad. I don’t think he felt angry even before/during the kinslayings but rather frustrated and desperate. While his deeds of surpassing valor during the Bragollach faintly resemble Fingolfin’s furious charge (his spirit burned like a white fire within / his eyes shone like the eyes of the Valar), the wording here sooner reminds me of the fire of life was hot within him (and whose ardour yet more eager burnt) used to describe Maedhros before. It’s fire of life / white fire for Maedhros and filled with wrath and despair and great madness of rage for Fingolfin.
Finarfin, though, is not angry like his brothers, he’s soft-spoken and peaceful, and nopes out of their mess pretty fast. At first glance, his firstborn son is like him. He’s friends with everyone, beloved by everyone, but I can’t forget the moment Finrod threw away his crown (such a great scene, it’s been living in my head since the moment I read it, probably because it was unexpected to see such a furious gesture from Finrod). It makes me think that he was more similar to his uncles that he’d like to believe, but he was slightly better at controlling his rage.
Anger is so intelligent, it always comes against the weak!
गुस्सा भी कितना समझदार है, हमेशा कमजोर के ही खिलाफ आता है!
Gussa bhee kitana samajhadaar hai, hamesha kamajor ke hee khilaaph aata hai!
How sensible is anger, it always comes against the weak!
गुस्सा भी कितना समझदार है, हमेशा कमजोर के ही खिलाफ आता है!
Gussa bhi kitna samajhdaar hai, hamesha kamjor ke hee khilaf aata hai!
Anger vs weak!
गुस्सा बनाम कमजोर!
Gussa banam kamjor!
क्रोध बनाम कमज़ोर!
Krodh banaam kamazor!
04/01/2025, saturday 04 january 2025, 01:15 p.m, indore, madhya pradesh, india.
How sensible is anger, it always comes against the weak!
Anger is so intelligent, it always comes against the weak!
Anger vs weak!
04/01/2025, saturday 04 january 2025, 01:01 p.m, indore, madhya pradesh, india.
Baby Girl
How can I break this umbilical cord,
And continue living?
I can play this game of
Who can stay up the longest
And win
You’re hiccuping to show maturity
I know you're not drunk
What a man you are
Baby girl is in college
Baby girl has a drivers license You don't want baby girl thinking that the car is hers
You don't want baby girl to have control or freedom
Unless it's with your permission or knowledge
I can't pick out classes
Without you sticking your nose all around
And I'm tired of your boogers all over my life
This is the curse of being the baby of the family
The
Girl
I need to leave
But I cannot
If I did I would not survive on my own
I'm exhausted of getting stared at
As if I were an exhibit at a museum
I can either be hung up like artwork
And die on the inside, a long a drawn out death
Or let go of my breath and live differently
Something has to change
Because this isn't working
With your two sides
You use so much energy and anger
Towards trying to find out what baby girl is up to
And you're pissed that you cant just communicate with anyone,
In order for you to have an idea
Of what baby girl is doing
I cannot survive this way
Much longer
I do not enjoy feeling like a prisoner in the house I live in
Hiding in my room
Playing the game
Of who can stay up the latest
I'm drained of organizing my schedule
In accordance with someone else's
I want to cut
This umbilical cord
That keeps me imprisoned like a ball and chain
Road Rage From Others
Menacing eyes
Illuminated with anger
Glaring into the mirror
I dare not do what they want
For I would be breaking the law
Evil eyes pushing me onward
Giving me no mercy
They are the lit flame underneath my anxiety
Glowing just so they know that I can see them
They make me say I'm sorry repeatedly to them
As if I don’t have a right to be there
I must look forward
There isn’t anything I can do about those eyes
That tell me to do things
I don’t want to do
I no longer want to go down this soulless road
With machines that don’t have empathy
Sometimes I get lucky though
And one of the eyes starts to wink at me
Then they disappear as they take a turn
The one question I must ask is,
Why so much anger,
Towards a stranger who is trying to stay away from danger?
Fire
Burning, tired anger
What am I doing with this stranger?
The world on fire, is a danger
Let it burn My existence is a shout into the void
I came out irritated and annoyed
Talking and joking just to avoid,
The fact that the world is on fire Live and burn
It’s always my turn
Why can’t I learn?
It’s because I’m trying not to catch a fire Teachers make me fail
Dietitians make me eat lousy kale
I’ll never stop listening to the storm with the hail
In order to mute the crackle of the flame I don’t need saving
But the charred roads need a new paving
But for Sara I’ll try to keep braving
I’m not brave; I’m just immune to the burn I can’t send mail
I think I’m made out of puppy dog tails
Not sugar and spices that you can buy in pails
Red, orange, yellow, blue Where are you mystery one?
The world is now the sun
Living in hell with no where to run
What moment did the world catch fire?
(almost) same energy
Used the headcanon generator on Inside Out characters
>:(
The Amazing Digital Circusona!
I haven’t made a self-insert sona for anything since Undertale, how did I get here so fast? I’ve also never shipped myself with a character before, so I’m even more confused-
Closeup + comic itself
hi i'm feeling bad today!
so do you know this feeling, when you REPEATEDLY tell someone, that what they're saying is hurtful to you and they EACH AND EVERY TIME REPLY: " You know we're just joking... Don't worry" BUT YOU JUST FEEL LIKE CRYING AFTERWARDS?
anyway, i was feeling pretty down today, because i coudn't manage to get started with preparing for my exams, and i agreed with someone that i would do my part of work, but i still haven't done it, and the exam is on wednesday...
anyway here's my rant
oh, and while procrastonating yesterday, before i gave up on studying at all i was reading "Father Goriot" for like four hours. it is pretty cool, but i don't appreciate the portrayal of females at times, but it's not the worst, considering it's a xix century book or something
farewell, i really need to start my work
“It was curious to think that the sky was the same for everybody. And the people under the sky were also very much the same-everywhere, all over the world, hundreds of thousands of millions of people just like this, people ignorant of one another’s existence, held apart by walls of hatred and lies, and yes almost exactly the same-people who had never learned to think but were storing up in their hearts and bellies and muscles the power that would one day overturn the world.”
(1984, George Orwell)
Settling old scores
I cannot believe I have to be the one to produce the fan content I want to see in this world
Tumblr's reply to the situation with CEO's transphobia is pathetic and you should not be thanking them for doing the bare minimum of saying he's not speaking for them. They fucking thanked that bitch.
The affected trans women are still banned.
A transphobic manchild offered no proper apology. Or stopped. He is also still in his position.
Tumblr is still factually transphobic. Keep pushing.
Memorial Day
Yeah. It's Memorial Day weekend.
Fuck American Sniper.
Fuck Boeing.
Fuck Raytheon.
Fuck the NFL and its camouflage shit for "da troops."
Fuck John Bolton, that demonic Colonel Sanders looking motherfucker.
Fuck the drone strikes.
Fuck the chills you get up your spine whenever you hear our lame-ass national anthem that doesn't even slap.
Fuck that verse in said anthem that taunts slaves who dared pick up a weapon and fight for their freedom.
Fuck the Blue Angels.
Fuck Henry Kissinger.
Fuck that yellow ribbon.
Fuck the war they plannin' in Iran.
Fuck Blackwater.
Fuck Erik Prince.
Fuck Barack Obama.
Fuck Manifest Destiny.
Fuck Pete Buttigieg and his tour in Afghanistan.
Fuck every pundit who calls Trump (Fuck Trump too, of course) Cadet Bone Spurs.
Fuck the idea that killin' for the colors that don't run makes you a real man.
Fuck 'these colors don't run' bumper stickers.
We're not the rebels.
We're the Empire.
Fuck your jingoistic logic.
Fuck the gods of war.
Fuck the dark, patriotic elixir that makes people lose their damn mind.
Fuck your lectures about being disrespectful.
Yeah.
Let's be pro-life.
Let's hug.
Let's cry.
Let's feed all the kids.
Let's be strong and beautiful.
Let's do what we want to.
Fuck heroes.
Mourn the dead.
Say never again
And fuckin' mean that shit.
Reminder
People who tell you to respect their boundaries and they don't respect yours are toxic.
People who constantly remind you about their favours are toxic
People who take up for someone but won't take up for you even if the situation is same are toxic
People who want respect but don't give respect are toxic
People who are nice can be toxic
People who expect you to cross oceans for them but they won't cross a puddle for you are toxic
People from your own family can be toxic
People from your friend group can be toxic
People who frustrate you purposely to irritate you are toxic
People who stress you out just for fun are toxic
People who blame you for expressing emotions are toxic
People who misuse your kindness are toxic.
People who call you "dramatic" and dismiss your emotions are toxic
People who take more than they give are toxic
People who don't want to adjust with you but expect you to are toxic
People who violate your peace of mind continuously are toxic
People who make you apologize for something that isn't your fault are toxic
People who make you seem like the bad guy are toxic.
People who never apologize for their faults are toxic
People who never acknowledge that they're wrong are toxic
People can be toxic. People can be toxic even if they're your family, friends, collogues, classmates, spouses. Remember. That.
It is better to be aware than to be ignorant. Don't let anyone treat you badly. You deserve all the respect you get.