Open your hand and look at your palm. There are a series of lines running through it, aren’t there? There should be. I’d be slightly concerned if the palm of your hand was completely smooth.
These lines are used in palmistry (a.k.a., palm reading or chiromancy), and depict a number of things. Each of the major lines has it’s own individual meaning and outlines a certain course in a person’s life. These lines come in varying shapes and sizes, and not every person has all six of the major lines – this is what we note when reading someone’s palm. Everyone does, however, have the top three in the list below. The words following the name of the line are the meanings and traits associated with that particular line.
The Major Lines
The Heart Line: (the heart line is the horizontal line that runs around half-an-inch beneath your fingers) emotions, insecurities, marriages, dependence and independence and the nature of the relationships you have/will have.
The Head Line: (the head line/line of mine is the line that runs about a centimetre below the heart line) intellect, reasoning power, prospective career paths/choices, your success potential.
The Life Line: (the life line is the that starts at the same point as the head line and curves in a reversed ‘c’ shape towards the wrist; it should finish at the heel of your hand) pattern and quality of life, physical vitality, stability or imbalance, willpower and logic, but not necessarily an indication of the length of life.
The Fate/Fortune Line: (a line that runs vertically from beneath your middle finger and down to your wrist) the strengths of character, career, friendships, daily issues and your personal ability to succeed.
The Health Line: (a line that begins where the life line ends, and ends beneath the little finger) health related matters, business and adventures; the spirit of discovery.
The Sun Line: (a line that starts beneath the ring finger (for lefties – for people who are having their right hand read, it’s the same finger I just don’t know what it’s actually called) and is usually a short line that stops when it connects with the line of health) the utilization of creative energies and potential for success through the development of talents.
The Mounts
The Mounts of the hand are what I like to call the ‘flesh cushions’ beneath each of the fingers and at the heel of the palm. They each have a personality trait with which they are associated and everyone has mounts. Some people’s may be… fleshier, than others but they are there nonetheless.
Mercury (☿): (beneath the little finger)
Apollo/The Sun (☉): (ring finger) creativity/creative genius, fantasy, imagination and happiness.
Lower Mars (♂): (below Mercury) morals/moral courage and self control. Upper Mars (♂): (little fleshy blob above the Venus mount) resistance, coolness of spirit, calmness.
Venus (♀): (under your thumb; the bit your life line curves around) Love/affection, vitality, sensuality and success(es).
The Moon/Luna (☾): (runs along the outside of the palm; starts beneath your little finger and runs along the side of your hand) Imagination, creativity and emotion.
I will make a post about what the shapes/types of lines and mounts signify and link it here.
Warning: this post is about my personal experiences with Lucifer. In other words, it’s UPG. But I want to share this because it might be useful for the curious to know what Lucifer is like to work with, at least for this Luciferian. Keep in mind, however, that he shows different aspects to us all.
That said, for me…
Lucifer is loving, yet severe. He’s playful, with a touch of the trickster about him; and when I interact with him, I usually sense wry humor and gentle amusement at me.
He is not controlling. He’s about freedom of choice, after all.
He’s very confident in my love for him, and accepts it gracefully without needing it. He recoils a bit at anything which seems like worship, cravenness, groveling, ass-kissing, or excessive gratitude. He encourages self-reliance and self-respect above reliance on him or admiration for him.
He is seductive. He presents in forms that I find heart-breakingly beautiful.
He is a sensual, and even sexual, presence. When he’s around, I experience a lot of spontaneous erotic shivers. He makes me feel my physical body even as I am getting in touch with my spirit. He doesn’t make distinctions between the profane and the sacred.
He’s critical, though not destructively so. He calls me out, and questions my thought processes. Ever had that teacher who was overly fond of the Socratic method– responding to your questions with questions of their own, rarely feeding you a straight answer? Lucifer is like that.
He’s challenging, and lovingly confrontational. He will put all your illusions and failings right in front of your face, and let you run into them headfirst, like a brick wall. When you fall down, he might murmur, “I told you so.”
He’s tolerant of human foibles. He wants me to be my best, but he’s not surprised, much less disappointed, when I am not. He won’t let me wallow in my bullshit, but I have never felt judgment from him. Judgment is really more his Father’s thing.
He’s not purely rational. His encouragement of rationality and critical thinking is well known, but Lucifer knows that wisdom doesn’t stop with what can be rationally or consciously grasped. He’s also deeply connected to instinct and intuition.
He’s fairly hands-off, and not particularly protective. If I am about to do something stupid, he’ll often step back and let me fall down hard. He knows it’s one of the ways I learn. This can seem cruel and harsh, and honestly, it kind of is. I think he takes a certain satisfaction in our falls– but not because he likes to see us suffer. He likes to see us grow, and he’s fine with the fact that growth hurts.
That said, he also stays close. He’s not always an overwhelming presence, although he can be. Often he’s more like a little whisper in my ear, the proverbial Angel/Devil on my shoulder.
He isn’t picky about things like altars or offerings. That stuff is mostly for me, not him. He’s mostly indifferent to them, although he seems to appreciate the thought. He responds best to offerings that also benefit me, especially those that cause growth– and such offerings tend to be less material in nature. Reading a book, learning something new, creating a new piece of art– those are things he likes.
He’s very available. So far, he doesn’t do the silent treatment– if he doesn’t want to talk, he’ll tell me so, instead of simply declining to answer.
He’s communicative and will provide plentiful signs of his presence for those who need them.
He’s not all-powerful, but he is pretty all-knowing, especially regarding human thoughts and human nature. That’s probably part of why it’s hard to offend him or disappoint him. He already knows all my shit.
He is quite powerful, but he’s not always going to lend you that power. He wants you to develop and use your own.
That’s what I can think of right now. Again, your mileage may vary. This is only my experience. Some of these UPGs are SPGs amongst other Luciferians I know, some are even vaguely in VPG territory, but nothing is universal with him.
The Ace of Swords shows the beginning of a situation whose potential is as double-edged as the blade of the sword itself. The Ace implies the use of great power, even excessive power at times, to further one’s ends but what is not clear is how those powers will be used, or what it is that you are trying to achieve. No matter what the goal, there is always great power behind the attempts to reach it and, as such, very little can stand in the way of the energy of the Ace of Swords without being destroyed.
Even the meaning of the card reminds me of him, much less the art itself.
I’m reading on old superstitions and:
“Do not go out collecting nuts on Sept 14th, holy Rood Day, as the devil will be out nutting too!”
September 14th: the day the Devil nuts
HAPPY DEVIL NUT DAY
What’s the point of being the freaking devil if you don’t get to nut every day?
maybe the devil likes teasing and denial. don’t kinkshame the devil
I didn’t fall to temptation – I rose to it.
I ate that apple because I was hungry.
I wanted what lay outside of Paradise,
a world without the burden of perfection.
Now you call all sinful women my sisters.
I say, let them claim their own damn sins.
The apple may not be perfect, but it’s mine.
Diane Lockward, from ‘Eve Argues Against Perfection’ (via atratum)
