Community Center Class: Psionics for the Headblind Herd [Monday Evening]

[icecoldfrost]

"Today," Emma said, once everyone who was coming had trailed in, "We will be discussing the place from whence many psionic abilites draw power; the astral plane."

"Academically speaking, the astral plane, also called the astral world or the psychic plane, is a plane of existence postulated by classical - particularly neo-Platonic - medieval and esoteric philosophies and mystery-oriented religions. It is the world of the planetary spheres, crossed by the soul in its astral body on the way to being born and after death, and generally said to be populated by angels, spirits or other immaterial beings. In the late 19th and early 20th century the term was popularised by Theosophy and neo-Rosicrucianism. The Barzakh, olam mithal or intermediate world in Islam and the "World of Yetzirah" in Lurianic Qabala are related concepts."

"In my world, the the astral plane is a metaphorical level of existence with ties to the physical world which only psychic entities, or those with magical abilities, can visit. Some say it is an alternate universe in an equivalent space to our own, where all matter is composed of ectoplasm. On the astral plane, the life energies and consciousnesses of other beings are discernible to adepts. Powerful psychics and sorcerers can manipulate the astral plane to their wishes, while those not yet well-versed in the workings of the place can find themselves trapped for eternity." Cheerful, Emma. Not.

"The trick to remember with the astral plane is that your mind defines your reality. It manifests itself differently to everyone, and every single one of you has a connection to it by having a consciousness. Should you ever find yourself there, remember that; your mind defines your reality. If you believe something is true, it will be true, and like Dorothy, you can wish your way home if your will is great enough."

Fandom Post Office, Monday

[hexentotchen.livejournal.com]

Something sent to- -- Wakanda? -- came back for an incorrect zip code; Hanna spent time in between sorting mail, trying to figure out where it was and what the zip would be for the city in question.

The box had stickers all over it (EYES ONLY, THIS MEANS YOU, ONLY FOR THE ADDRESSEE) and was very, very heavy.

Curiosity was sometimes unavoidable in this job.

[open & ocd-free, back in 5 hours.]

Caritas, Monday evening

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

Tino was glaring at where Kenzi wasn't. There'd been a text to the band to play something for people with hangovers.

SPECIALS:
Hangover Remedy Just Like Grandma's



[open &ocd-free-- back in 5 hours.]

The Beach, Monday Evening

[newroutines]

You know how sometimes you just got a good flow on and focused like hell on one single thing? Yeah, that had eaten up all of Mike's holiday weekend despite his original plans to the contrary. He'd meant to have a barbecue on the fourth and invite people over – or at the very least go out on the beach and drink the day away.

But nah.

Ultimately, he'd done something better. He'd crunched numbers all weekend and he'd come to a conclusion that made excited nervousness roil up in the pit of his stomach: he could try and go into business for himself. Custom furniture. Finally. Wasn't going to be easy, but he could get started. He could try and do something that wasn't doing what anyone else told him to.

He could forgive himself one missed party opportunity for that.

A beer alone on the beach at night was kind of like a party, right? It was enough of one for him right now. Just a cool beer and him alone with sand under his bare feet and the ocean right there. After a whil, he propped his bottle in the sand, peeled off his shirt, and waded into the water. It felt like home. It felt right.

Goddamn, he was happy.

[ooc: I saw Magic Mike XXL today. It was great. This post is open!]