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A quotation from Victor Hugo

At a certain level of wretchedness a kind of spectral indifference takes over, and you see human beings as ghostly presences. Those closest to you are often no more than vague shadowy forms, barely distinct from life’s nebulous background and easily reabsorbed by the invisible.
 
[À un certain degré de misère, on est gagné par une sorte d’indifférence spectrale, et l’on voit les êtres comme des larves. Vos plus proches ne sont souvent pour vous que de vagues formes de l’ombre, à peine distinctes du fond nébuleux de la vie et facilement remêlées à l’invisible.]

Victor Hugo (1802-1885) French writer
Les Misérables, Part 4 “St. Denis,” Book 6 “Little Gavroche,” ch. 1 (4.6.1) (1862) [tr. Donougher (2013)]

Sourcing, notes, alternate translations: wist.info/hugo-victor/76374/

Blessed Chiquitunga: Misery Meets Mercy

“How could I not tremble, Jesus, before the immensity of Your mercy toward this miserable one, a thousand times unworthy, chosen by You!”

Blessed Maria Felicia of Jesus in the Blessed Sacrament, Chiquitunga

A cracked-open door.
Two hinges: humility and wonder.
Through this door, we catch a glimpse of Blessed Maria Felicia of Jesus in the Blessed Sacrament — Chiquitunga — a young Carmelite whose soul was shaped by trust in the night and total surrender to Love.

🎙️ Listen to this final episode of Season 2: Blessed Chiquitunga: Misery Meets Mercy.

https://youtu.be/H4yH-rVUHI0

As we close this season of Carmelite Quotes Podcast, thank you for listening, praying, and walking with us. Stay tuned for Season 3 — coming soon!

Dominic Lawson is a pratt, more inconsequential one than his father. However broken clocks etc..

In this case opioids. It was an epidemic homegrown, supported by US companies and at least in the beginning aided and abetted by the medical ‘industry’ and the judiciary. Capitalism on the rampage and hang the consequences.

archive.today/2025.04.19-23154

Incidentally the obscenely rich family who owned the drug pushers are still obscenely rich.

A quotation from Faulkner

One of the saddest things is that the only thing that a man can do for eight hours a day, day after day, is work. You can’t eat eight hours a day nor drink for eight hours a day nor make love for eight hours — all you can do for eight hours is work. Which is the reason why man makes himself and everybody else so miserable and unhappy.

William Faulkner (1897-1962) American novelist
Interview (1956, Spring), by Jean Stein, “The Art of Fiction,” Paris Review, No. 12

Sourcing, notes: wist.info/faulkner-william/623…

A few years ago, my #schizophrenic brother wound up in the county #jail, and I was visiting him regularly on the weekday allotted to people whose last names started with the letter ours does.

It was nothing like movies. In one big room, rows of long tables with a short vertical shelf in the middle separated the sides. Chairs bolted to the floor were set opposite each other on each side of the table.

#Prisoners lined up against the wall waiting for their visitor. When they saw each other, they'd choose an open pair of chairs and sit down to talk. No touching was allowed.

Some prisoners waited for all the visitors to file in, without anyone coming to see them. They had no way of knowing beforehand if anyone would. They just hoped, and came down.

The room was bright white, loud and brightly lit, and everything in it was hard and echoey, with lots of people talking at once. The misery of everyone there was palpable, and crushing.

After a few visits, I went to the home of a couple of my witchy friends, and asked them to help me learn how to shield, because that absorbed #misery was making it impossible for me to function. Shielding is something witches do to protect themselves from external sources of damage. My spouse found learning how helpful a few days ago, and I want to share it with y'all, too.

The concept is simple. Close your eyes. Think of yourself in a situation where you're completely safe. Imagine yourself physically approaching that location under your own power. Integrating multiple senses into the scene is helpful; imagine the sights you see as you approach, sounds, smells, the feeling of your body's or vehicle's motion, etc.

When you're there, and comfortable, go ahead and open your eyes. You're shielded against things that will affect you badly. When you've done what you need to do, take a few minutes to reverse the process. Leave your safe space the same way you got there.

Walking around shielded all the time is no good for you and your relationships; you'll be distant to the people and animals in your life. They'll know something is wrong without being able to identify it, and will react differently to you.

#MentalHealth #prison #witchcraft #psychology #meditation #SelfCare #SelfProtection #shielding #EmotionalSafety
#emotions #jail

"Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the overcompensations for misery. And, of course, stability isn't nearly so spectacular as instability.
And being contented has none of the glamour of a good fight against misfortune, none of the picturesqueness of a struggle with temptation, or a fatal overthrow by passion or doubt. Happiness is never grand."

- Brave New World
Aldous Huxley, English writer & philosopher