- published: 03 Jan 2016
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Divination (from Latin divinare "to foresee, to be inspired by a god", related to divinus, divine) is the attempt to gain insight into a question or situation by way of an occultic standardized process or ritual. Used in various forms for thousands of years, diviners ascertain their interpretations of how a querent should proceed by reading signs, events, or omens, or through alleged contact with a supernatural agency.
Divination can be seen as a systematic method with which to organize what appear to be disjointed, random facets of existence such that they provide insight into a problem at hand. If a distinction is to be made between divination and fortune-telling, divination has a formal or ritual and often social character, usually in a religious context, as seen in traditional African medicine; while fortune-telling is a more everyday practice for personal purposes. Particular divination methods vary by culture and religion.
Divination is often dismissed by sceptics, including the scientific community, as being mere superstition. In the 2nd century, Lucian devoted a witty essay to the career of a charlatan, "Alexander the false prophet", trained by "one of those who advertise enchantments, miraculous incantations, charms for your love-affairs, visitations for your enemies, disclosures of buried treasure, and successions to estates", although most Romans believed in dreams and charms. It is considered a sin in Islam, most Christian denominations and Judaism, though some methods, especially dream interpretation, do appear in Scripture.
Murderers. No one would hear me, no one knew I had a
soul. Now winter
comes for you all. I will run the rivers dry, I will make
the molten
mountains cry. I’ll bring the fire, I’ll take the air. I
am the earth we
will never share. I dine with the moon, I am the father
of mother nature.
I move to and fro won’t you let the others know that I am
out to kill.
Murderers. Now can you hear me, now can you feel my soul?
My winter comes
for you all. There’s no place to hide. I will call upon
the raging tide.
I’ll bring the fire, I’ll take the air. I am the earth we
will never
share. I will bring you down. You’ve brought this on
yourself, it’s been a
long time coming now. I dine with the moon, I am the
father of mother
nature. So can you hear me now?
You’re all victims of the same dying race. What have we
done? Have we
reached our destination? You’re all features of the same
lying face. We
die as one. Will there be another generation?