#//woe! ego death be upon ye

[machiot]

Andrei heals and shields Dheginsea in all in one breath, bringing the dragon back from the brink of death. Where he been teetering at the edge only a moment ago, he now stands a short pace away from the abyss. Not safe, by any means, but in less danger than he had been in.

With his next breath, he sets up the kill for the next person to attack. And who better to claim the glory for landing the killing blow than Marni?

"See, nothing to worry about!" Big words from the person who had sat back and done nothing to help. "Watch, I'll kill this defect right now and we can be done with this! It'll be easy!"

(...Why did she say that word? She didn't mean that. She's different now.)

Driving her wyvern in close, Marni's magic strikes less like magic, explosive feats of spectacle, and more like knives. The strikes of lightning are cold, cruel, and cast with the intent of digging deep into its already exposed wounds. Flashy showmanship is discarded for the ruthlessness of an executioner.

For a creature deemed too weak to keep living, there is no other possible ending than a death sentence.

Marni 9/10HP barely hits and hits Eidolon named Night 4/15HP with Nova at melee range [Roll: 2 + 3 = 5, 9 + 3 = 12; -2.5, -3.5] Eidolon named Night 0/15HP Eidolon named Night has been defeated!

Even as the beast shrieks for one final time, writhing against the unbearable pain of being electrocuted to death, the bolts of lightning embedded in its side refuse to disperse. They continue to shoot off sparks even after the beast stops twitching on the ground.

Marni alights from her wyvern to check on her kill. With its last breath, the veil of darkness had lifted from the arena, light now filtering in from who knows where. In the bright light, it's much easier to see just how much the four of them managed to brutalize the poor thing.

She makes to motion at the others to come over and see what a good job she did when something catches her eye. Reflected in the many glazed eyes of the beast is a human figure with giant tasseled dragon horns attached by a headband. The tassels move when she does, but that can't possibly be her reflection.

Right?

Marni's throat constricts, but she smiles at her teammates anyway. She poses next to her kill, resolute to ignore the cold sweat creeping down her back.

"I told you I would handle it!" Marni huffs. "You just leave things like this to your ol' pal Marni!"

They don't need to know and hopefully they'll never find out.

fin.

Don't Fear the Reaper || Team 7 Silver Round

[absentmoon]

Woe XR thoughts be upon ye

So ^ this robot ^ right here right??? He's built to be Buzz Lightyear's-- the main character's-- partner after his old partner "died" (spoilers: he faked his death because he's actually evil, but that's not important to this discussion). XR was built so that Buzz would, essentially stop being depressed and get back to work. (I make it sound worse than it actually was; Buzz also had some ego getting in his way.)

His whole gimmick is that no matter how many times he breaks, he can be put back together very easily. (Heck, that's how they introduce him: he gets destroyed in, some of the most brutal ways in the whole show as a demonstration.)

XR's a mostly eternal sidekick, and he does some of the most dangerous work in the galaxy on a daily(-ish) basis. He never asked to do it; he was just... forced to. Considering how people in this show treat robots (generally bad), it's not like he has many other options. If he didn't like his Space Ranger work, I can't even imagine what each day would be like for him: stuck in the golden boy's shadow, being blown up and mangled day in and day out, and this being your only option if you want to stay alive.

(It's made a point that XR basically has spaghetti code and that's how he ended up sentient. Only the aliens who made him know how to fix him without completely filling him up with error messages. Another reason why he can't really leave his position)

Luckily, he does enjoy his work and his team/found family (when it's written well).

This old Disney cartoon from 2000: Hey here's a funny lil' robot / Me: Hey what if I over analyze the hell out of him

( @gible-love-nibles )

HI YES THANKYOU LOVE ROBOTS IN THIS HOUSE ‼️‼️‼️‼️ this is so sad thoughg that he gets destroyed so much :((( what if you held him gently instead....treated him with Love and Care..........robots getting hurt is so SAD give him one billion kiss 😎😎😎😎

[kob131]

Morgan Le Fay (Alter Ego) My Room Lines

Morgause

“Master~ Can we stay here please? A moment’s rest may bring you far after all!”

“Ah, you really like to work don’t you? No no, I’m not accusing you of anything. I know your drive after all...”

“No matter what, it doesn’t seem I’ll get use to fighting. I wonder if either of those two would-ah. nevermind!”

Bond 1 “...Oh, sorry Master! I was spacing out there for a moment. I’m...not really use to being...heh, nevermind me!”

Bond 2 “Your magecraft seems a little shaky lately. Are you sure you’re feeling well? You eating well? Maybe a nice plate of meat and potatoes will make you feel better? ...Wh-what do you mean that’s too heavy?!”

Bond 3 “How strange.  I’m still here. Usually I can’t remember where I’ve been or how I got where I am because...because...

...Well anyway, I can’t say it’s bad after all. I’d certainly be worried if one moment I was here with you and the next you left my sight. That-that can get rather scary...”

Bond 4 “... ... ... I can still feel them inside me, you know? ‘The Lady of The Lake’ and ‘The Fairy Witch’. My...other selves.

... Why? Why? WHY? Why do they have to exist? Why are they inside me? It’s not fair! I lost so much to them! So much of my life- Take, STOLEN from me by them! And even worst, they took my home away! I’m Morgause Pendragon, the daughter of Uther Pendragon! I am human! Not a fae! Not a witch! I. Am. HUMAN, ME! 

So why can’t they just leave me alone?!”

Bond 5 “... I won’t be here for long. Even if this body were to see the end of your journey, I-I might not be the one in it. I was the first to fade away after all. It’s simply my fate...to be used and discarded by everything I love. 

...Even so, I won’t run. As weak as I maybe in comparison to them...I won’t surrender a second of my time with you. With anyone. I’m here now. I am me.”

To Gawain “My son...my darling son. P-please don’t turn away! Please. I-I lost so much time with you. I can’t-I have to. Please, come embrace your mother. Before I’m gone.”

To Gareth “Gareth...my little pup. Look at you, you’ve grown up so much. I bet you had the lords at your beck and call. ... I wish I could have been there for you.”

To Agravain “Oh Agravain. It hurts to see you look at me so. And yet, it’s all my fault. If only I were stronger, if only I could overcome them. My little knight...I’m sorry.”

To Arturia “Arthur-no, Arturia isn’t it? To think I felt so bitter about what our father wanted...when there was so much to lose to that envy. I...I shall take my leave.”

To Mordred “Master, that knight over there?? That...wouldn’t happen to be Sir Mordred correct? ... Yes I assumed so, given her glares at me. Le Fay’s child with my own brother...There’s nothing I can do to help her, is there?”

To Morgan (Lostbelt) “You there, the witch. You have quite the nerve to show your face here. You, who abandoned her humanity for the sake of a kingdom. Your kingdom was a shame and deserved it’s fate. Glare at me all you wish, without the three of us you would be nothing.”

Likes “What do I like? Well, I always liked cooking. It was always such a treat to see my children’s faces light up when I cooked with all my heart!”

Dislikes “...Lake fae and evil witches.”

Holy Grail “Even if it is a heresy, I would like to wish upon it. Then maybe, I can finally be free.”

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Vivian

“Master, come. We have much to do still. ...I know you must be tired, I understand your weariness. But still, we must persist.”

“There’s no need to worry about me. An adventure like this-it is a simple matter. Compared to guiding those troublesome fae...”

“Quiet, quiet, quiet. ...Sorry Master, I was...having some difficulties with...the others. Le Fay especially...”

Bond 1 “So, you have stayed by my side? How strange, most humans simply leave the lakeside after so long.”

Bond 2 “Your heart is weary. There is no point in lying. I know that feeling well myself. Perhaps I have been pushing you too hard. Come, rest. All need reprieve after all.”

Bond 3 “It seems my time has not come yet. Good. I cannot-I will not fade like before. I refuse to let things end like before.”

Bond 4 “It is so tiring. To have their thoughts, their minds inside me. Always, always a reminder. That I am more than the fae ‘Vivian’. The human princess and the raging witch-

...No. No. NO! I am here now! I will be the one to fight! I will be the one to guard the Human Order! I will be the one protect the Age of Man that Father wished for! Not the human Morgause! Not the witch Le Fay! 

I am Me, Vivian, The Lady of the Lake!”

Bond 5 “Even though I am the fae Vivian, an existence incompatible with mankind. It was always the humans I loved most of all. The fae, so fickle and cruel. I guided and guarded them out of duty alone.

Why you may ask? Because it was mankind that my father Uther loved. He protected them to his last breath. And so shall I. Even if I may never see the Age of Man, I will protect and guide it. Especially you, my Master. I shall ensure your safety to death and beyond.”

To Lancelot (Berserker) “Master! Th-that figure cloaked in black! I-it can’t be! My son! This is what became of you? ... Who did this?”

To Lancelot (Saber) “I knew it. Of course my son would be here. There was no chance he wouldn’t answer the call to protect mankind. He grew into a splendid knight after all.”

To Mash “This feeling... You there, young lady with the shield. Come forward, let me take a good look. ...It really is, isn’t it? Don’t be scared young lady. I shall never hurt you. Now, come with me. I have much to discuss with you.”

To Fae Servants “*Sigh* It seems there are some troublemakers in this place isn’t there? Worry not Master, I know how to keep them on a tight leash.”

To Morgan (Lostbelt) “Ruler of the fae, huh? How pathetic. To have resorted to such evil. I do not care what your excuses are. I lead and guarded the fae myself. I sacrificed my place in the world. I expect no less of you.”

To Arturia (Archer) “How cute, thinking that little spruit is alike to my magic. Here, let me show you what a true Excalibur Vivian can accomplish.”

Likes “Besides mankind? ...I do enjoy watching the forest creatures prance about. The little bugs especially.”

Dislike “Lazy princesses and malevolent witches. That is all I’ll say.”

Holy Grail “It is a false wish granting device isn’t it? Still, if supplied with enough mana, it might just be enough to grant my wish To gain my freedom.”

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Morgan Le Fay

“Careful now, Master. One wrong step and things will certainly go wrong. I know how much fun it is to lose yourself in the throes of battle. Hehehe...But your goal must come first.”

“That fire...that determination. Very well, I’ll join you in the fray. After all, I haven’t nearly indulged enough myself.”

“Your magecraft is rather lackluster isn’t it? Hm, whatever you call your ‘talents’, that doesn’t matter. Practice, practice, practice. Experience breeds excellence. I didn’t match Merlin with pure talent after all.”

Bond 1 “I must say, staying this way at will without being subject to the fickle whims fate...it’s rather nice. Thanks Master.”

Bond 2 “Fate is cruel. I know your pain better than most. Forced into the impossible by the will of others. But don’t let your heart waver. Through will and guile, you will gain your freedom.”

Bond 3 “Don’t hesitate to give me tasks. I find myself with more time than i know what to do with. Preferably with you around...”

Bond 4 “I’m sure you’ve heard about this before but...My other selves are still here. Deep inside, I can still here them. Their woes, their uncertainty, their hatred. All mine...

...Bwahaha! What a joke! As if I would let them trend upon me. It was my loathing that struck fear into Camelot. It was my malice that twisted the Green Knight. It was my love for Britian that allowed me to stomach sharing a bed with that liar. I am no feeble princess or passive fae. I am me, Morgan, the witch that loved Britian!”

Bond 5 “So here we stand still. I’m sure you caught on but I hate the Age of Man. Tearing away all the work I put out, fading everything I’ve done into legend. Acting as though I was never here. For it’s sins, I will always spur it.

So why am I here? Because I would rather have an Age of Man with Britian than not. Be it the destruction of history or man, I will not stand for it. I will rage and hate and burn until all is done. So long as we stand on the same ground, I will be here. I can’t trust the other two to get the job done after all.”

To Mordred “Hm, that defect of a homonculus is here? Master, you are best off sending it away. It’s incapable of following orders or performing tasks sufficiently. I would love to fix it but that’s beyond my reach.”

To Arturia (Alter) “Tch, that liar dares to attach my name to something so weak. She preaches that the strong rule over the weak, shall I teach her who is truly strong then? Gwahaha!”

To Merlin “Ah, Teacher is here too. How unusual, that fickle asshole couldn’t be asked to cut a blade of grass, let alone save humanity. He’s not even really here is he?”

To Fairy Knight Tristan “Master, this annoying brat won’t leave me alone. Acting all familiar and friendly with me... Maybe I’ll teach her what it means to truly be sadistic. Perhaps by rending her limbs asunder...”

To Arturia “So the King of Liars has come as well. Maybe a trip into Hell will teach her the place where she belongs...but that will have to wait, won’t it? She still has her uses after all...”

To Oberon-Vortigern “That mana. Another embodiment of Britian is here?! It feels like that failure Vortigern...yet...it’s so different. I must dissect him, to know!”

To Morgan (Lostbelt) “Ah yes, that other me. Heh, what a fool she turned out to be, no? She rages against man, fae and knights, wasting all her efforts in the process. Focus, my dear. Focus is the key to victory. I did not waste my time with man or fae, I put my all into the slaying of Arturia. And which of us succeeded, hm?”

Likes “A rough night with a man below me, of course.”

Dislikes “My other selves. Unlike them, I will not hide the truth.”

Holy Grail “Hm, I have no need for such a thing. Unlike them, I will not cling to a false hope. It will be my hand that cuts them out like the parasites they are.”

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Bond 10 CE: I Am...?

One minute *I’m* home with my children One minute ^I’m^ guarding those troublesome fae One minute -I’m- cackling as I tear into his flesh

The next I’m not.

It is my duty to *lead*/^guard^/-destroy- my kin No, That is *my*/^my^/-my- duty. No, it’s *mine*/^mine^/-mine-!

...Is it?

No, I am a *princess*/^guardian^/-witch-! That is not what *I*/^I^/-I- am! Stop it! This is who *I*/^I^/-I- am!

I am *me*/^me^/-me-! I am *Me*/^Me^/-Me-! I AM *ME*/^ME^/-ME-!

I am... I...am... I...

....Who am I?

[evierena]

The demon brothers reacting to a MC that got cheated on. Part 2

Hello, I come here with the second part of my first headcanon, and I wanted to say that I did found a mistake in Satan’s hc, but I already fixed it. Just like last time, if you see a mistake, please kindly point it out for me, I really want to improve in everything I can. 

TW: Mentions of death. 

Intro:

MC was going to get married to their high school sweetheart, they were deeply in love and had been very clear about their status. They had made friends with everyone but never accepted any advances.

Halfway through the year, they get a text from the third party informing them about their significant other affair.

And now, heartbroken and angry, it was up to the rest to help them pick up the pieces. How? Well... Let's see.

Asmodeus

(In this one MC is GN, but the cheater and third party are female and male respectively)

This demon would love to talk with you about your wedding preparations. The theme, your outfit, the flowers, the music, the lingerie for your wedding night *wink, wink*. He would absolutely adore going through pictures upon pictures of weddings.

However, at the same time, as much as he is the Avatar of Lust, he wouldn't like to talk specifically about you with your fiancée. Yes, he would offer to *show* you how to make your bride go crazy on the wedding night, but since you always shot him down (gently, because you know he is sensitive about rejection) he wouldn't actually give any input to help you in that matter.

There is something else that only he, as the Avatar of Lust, sort of anticipated as he listened to you talking about how you met your girlfriend thanks to her being your younger brother's best friend.

And there were nights when, as much as Asmo could feel guilty later, he just couldn't help but fantasise about it coming true so that he could steal you away.

When it finally came true, he felt... Well, overjoyed and immensely guilty for even feeling like that.

You see, you were video calling your girlfriend, and as she was telling you about her day someone entered her room while saying "Honey, I'm home" and you recognized your little brother's voice.

Your girlfriend's face was in shock, and then you saw your brother placing a kiss on her lips casually, like it was the most natural thing in the world, like she was his and not yours. Then, he turned to the camera and his face was disfigured with shock and remorse.

But you had seen enough so you finished the call.

Asmo was in your room, but he was busy doing a face mask in the bathroom and when he came out and saw you crying and sobbing, head between your knees, he just knew it.

I wouldn't say he went as far as hating himself for that (knowing he could've given you a heads up) but he did feel remorseful.

So, for the rest of the week he made it up by pampering the hell out of you.

He lend you his bathtub, he made sure your skin didn't suffer the consequences of crying so much, he gave you massages, he took you shopping, he distracted you by inviting you to clubs, parties,  he bragged about you in his social media, giving your self esteem and ego a much needed boost.

Of course, he would always make sexual innuendos, but he never did anything to make you feel uncomfortable, more like friendly reminders that you are desired.

"Oh, MC, you look delectable with that, I could just eat you up" and "If she saw you like that, she would beg for you to take her back" and some more "You'll see they'll regret everything, you are beautiful inside and out, and they will soon realize what an amazing person they let go"

Asmodeus will try to be in constant touch with you (as long as you allow him) holding hands, a hand in your back, sitting really close to you in school, cuddling with you on movie nights, fingers brushing delicately through your hair, etc.

His revenge is by far the most direct and cruel out of his brothers.

He teamed up with Solomon, the latter getting permission to go to the Human Realm for some errands he needed, and then he summoned Asmo.

In there, he went and meet your ex and brother, and with just a few words he charmed your ex so badly she forgot all about your brother, falling forever in love with Asmo (Solomon helped with a spell that would keep the charm on forever), effectively breaking your little brothers heart and driving your ex to a state of desperation, for she was obsessed with the demon until she died.  

As for you, as time went by, you moved on and once you were ready to embrace your new found feelings for the pink haired demon, you decided to let him know.

"I love you, Asmo"

"Ow, of course you do, peaches, I love myself too" he would say, playfully.

"I mean, I love love you, Asmodeus"

Cue to squeals of joy loud enough to be heard in all House of Lamentation.

" Really?!! Ohhh, I love you too, MC!!!!"

Beelzebub

You and Beel had an amazing friendship, he was very protective of you, and soon everyone knew that you never were far from each other. You would cook for him, accompany him in his nightly carvings when you were also awake, he would share his food with you, pretty much the most wholesome friendship you ever had.

As such, you told each other everything. He would tell you about Lilith and his nightmares, how he felt about his brothers and himself, and you would tell him about your future spouse, the nervousness and eagerness of sharing your life with the love of your life and the want of starting a family with them.

He only wanted for you to be happy, so if that person was making you happy, he would ignore the ache in his heart every time you talked about it and wished you the best.

One day, you were on cooking duty, and you decided to make Beel a feast of his favorite Human Realm recipes, so you left your human phone charging in your room and put yourself to work, but you took your D.D.D with you.

Beel was coming back from practice when you texted him if he could bring you some stuff from your room before you finished everything in the kitchen.

He saw the tilting screen with several notifications and decided to also bring it to you. However, one text captured his attention.

He didn't recognized the name of the sender, but the text read "I can't keep up with the lies and I wouldn't want someone as important to me as (name of your soon-to-be spouse) is to you to do this kind of thing" Beel furrowed his brows, trying to read more in the screen, but he decided it was best for you to read it first.

And just in time, you called out to him.

He went and when he saw you he gave you your phone with a pained look on his face.

"I think you need to see this before eating, MC"

You were puzzled, "what could have happened that was more important than eating?" you thought. Oh, but when you started to read everything, you understood. 

Your ex co worker had confessed to you to be having an affair with your soon-to-be spouse.

You looked up to see your best demon friend, your big teddy bear for some sort of comfort when your world was coming crashing down on you.

Beel hugged you tight, letting your tears stain his shirt, engulfing your entire being in his bigger and warmer frame.

He didn't say anything, he even forgot all about the feast you had prepared, his soft and big heart was broken for you. However, he did feel a sudden craving for a certain human up in the human realm.

Finally you pushed yourself out of his embrace and said "Beel, I'm hungry" causing him to smile gently at you.

"Me too".

With Beel, you eat your woes away. He would always make sure that you had at least a snack in your hand, because in his experience, food can make you feel better.

He became your personal body heater, always keeping you at arm's length. If before you both were close, now you were joined by the hip.

You welcomed him, his compassionate and sweet presence was all you needed to keep going.

With time, you began to recover from the blow, started to smile more, be more happy and lively, like you used to. Beel would always smile at your way, and he always offered his help when things got a little too much for you.

If you felt like you gained weight from all the comfort food you had been eating, he would remind you, by lifting your body, that you were still really light for him and that you would always be very pretty to his eyes. Nonetheless, if you still felt insecure or uncomfortable, he would offer to help you train and get back on track.

If someone dared to make you feel guilty about what happened, Beel would growl at them and then he would remind you that it was not your fault and that you are an incredible person who helped him to get his family together again, and that he would always be there for you.

If you fall for this sweet, adorable teddy bear I don't blame you (honestly, same) you would also need to be the one to come forth about it, not because he is dense or clueless about your feelings for him, but because he was already happy with your friendship and didn't want to push for more.

"Beel, I love you"

He would look at you with big and excited puppy eyes, and the biggest, most heartwarming smile you had seen

Belphegor

(Spoilers from lesson 16 read under your own risk)

When you found him in the attic, and accepted to help him, you started to sneak to try and keep him company when Lucifer wasn't around.

You would try to make conversation to help him feel not so lonely up there, and in his efforts to gain your trust he let you ramble about your future marriage.

He HATED hearing you talk about it, it just made his blood boil. How could an insignificant and naïve human like you even dared to think about being remotely happy when he lost everything because of humans? Oh, he would be so thrilled to crush your pathetic dreams of happiness by taking your life. But all that  had to wait until you were stupid enough to let him out.

Well, after the whole Incident™, you, Belphie and Beel had The Talk™ because you wanted to start over, forgive and forget and give yourselves a new chance at friendship.

Who knew you two would become such good friends??

When you weren't busy doing your tasks or studying for class, you would be with Belphie, napping and recharging energy in the most weird places. One time, Lucifer found both of you sleeping hanging from the horns of that demon head at the entrance.

Somehow you would always get dragged with Belphie's pranks at Lucifer, and more often than not, you were the reason he stopped from doing the really dangerous ones, something that the Avatar of Pride was mildly grateful for, if only you could make his little brother stop completely.

With your new blossoming friendship with the youngest of the demon brothers, you confide in him with your worries about your future. He would listen to you, if he wasn't too tired or if he didn't fall asleep, and in his heart still remained a little bit of the annoyance of hearing you talk about your wedding, but for entirely different reasons.

After everything that happened between the two, he knew he wouldn't be able to stop you from leaving back to the human realm, but it still hurt him to think that he wasted his short time with you trying to trick you instead of enjoying your company.

One night, you were napping in the attic next to him, and he just stared at you, unable to sleep, when your phone started to vibrate unceasingly.

He was annoyed to say the least, thinking that it could wake you up and break his peaceful time with you, so he took it to turn it off when he saw the preview of a concerning amount of texts you were receiving.

He froze reading the previews, (I do not justfy invadig someone else´s privacy at all, but he is a brat and a demon, so he just did it) so he decided to investigate further by unblocking the device and read thoroughly what seemed to be... a confession.

Once he was completely informed of the current situation, he put the phone down, took his own and texted Beel asking him to bring you some comfort snacks, because you were going to need it.

Once he got the confirmation from his twin, he turned to you and, against his own desires, woke you up.

"What is it Belphie?" your sleepy eyes trying to focus on his, your voice barely audible. He was almost convinced to let you go back to sleep and deal with this shit tomorrow. But he stopped himself from giving in to his sin.

"MC, you need to read something"

The severity in his voice helped you clear the haziness from your mind as you sat up.

He knew the moment you were completely awake while you were reading the messages from who, he deduced, was your partner's ex telling you that they were having an affair from at least two years prior to your coming to Devildom and now that you were gone, they were planning to move in together despite all your daily calls and weekly video calls.

When you looked at Belphie, tears clouding your beautiful eyes, he remembered why he hated humanity so much. They didn't hesitate to crush souls as pure and kind as yours, they were selfish bastards.

He held you, firmly pressed against his chest, rubbing your back, while he let you know his feelings against your now ex.

That's when Beel showed up with your favorite snacks in tons. And when he saw the scene before him, Belphie just looked at him while still whispering to you that you have them, he and Beel, that they were going to look after you and that you were going to be fine. Cue to Beel sitting by your side and took you and his twin in his arms, reaffirming the youngest words.

After they helped you calm down, Beel and Belphie offered your snacks and all three of you ate quietly, you were leaning in Belphie's shoulder and he even kept quiet about the crumbs you were spilling on him.

Once you were done and full, you went back to their room, and all three of you decided to join the beds and sleep together for the night. So, you were resting in the twins's bed, in the middle of them, engulfed by their comforting warmth when you felt Belphegor's hand snake his way until he found yours.

"I will never let anyone hurt you ever again" he swore to you, and you fell asleep.

Belphegor would be the type of friend who would diss and bad-mouth your ex to help you feel better, and he definitely teamed up with Satan and Solomon to effectively curse the people who hurt his favorite human so much. How? You'll never know, but one day you found him staring at a wall as if he was reminiscing something with a malicious grin, and when you asked he simply said "I was just wondering how long can a human stand with only three intermittent hours of sleep daily".

You dropped the subject and never brought it up again.

Belphie would make sure no one bothered you, and he kept his promise to you, whenever he wasn't awake and around you, Beel was.

The Avatar of Sloth guarded your dreams, allowing you to sleep soundly and safe, he would steal you to nap the moment he sensed you were feeling down, and the glare he gave to others left no room to argue.

He wouldn't make a move with you, directly, but he would *subtly* and most of the time while falling asleep, let you know about his own feelings so if you did end up falling for this sleepyhead, you would be sure he felt the same.

"Belphegor?" you whispered while you both were in the middle of one of your napping sessions, snuggling up to him more.

"Mm?"

"I love you and I want to be with you for the rest of my life"

You didn't see him, but you felt him hugging you closer to him, tangling his legs with yours, pressing kisses to your head. But he would still tease you.

"Took you long enough, MC"

Again, thank you so much for reading all of this long ass headcanon. I hope you have a great day, and remember to take breaks and stay hydrated. 

P.s: In case you haven’t found it, here’s Part 1

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Channeled Angelic Prophecy of the Jewels of Truth Series on Chinese Militaristic Hegemony Triggers WW3

Hello All,

I'm somewhat nervous about making this entry blog post regarding it's a very very controversial topic. It would come off as China-bashing, which in fact it is more an alarmist entry regarding an East vs. West power struggle that gets out of hand with a conflagration of a World War in its wake. This almost seems like history repeating itself less than a century ago with the Japanese Imperial ambitions of the 1940s spreading across the South Pacific.

I get skittish when I receive such automatic writing missives from the angels as a cautionary form of tough love. As repent all ye who enter here type of phenomena. For my part, I usually bury these statements in my notebook collection of these channeled statements. However, I deemed this one more so detailed with 8 Points of No Return as qualifiers for WW3 with China versus the World triggers itself. I intuit that this is 75% locked in already as ill-fated destiny up to 85% potentiality.

This is my caveat I hope to God I'm awful wrong as having drunk the Kool-Aid as Coco for Coco-Puffs loony toons basket case in this regard. With that stated, I feel more a prophet of doom than an Inspirational spiritual poet as my usual devotion. The statement 3,048 dovetails also upon the commencement of WW4 in 2075 by the European Federation as an Empire, not today's European Union.

Interweaving through all this the angel nameless as they often are without egos speaks about my "Jewels of Truth" series surviving eons (?) from now as a recorded spiritual philosophical angelic discourse with humanity. Talk about a shameless plug in all places and on this apocalyptic topic.

Prophecy of WW3 & WW4:

3048) What is to become of what you call the "Jewels of Truth" legacy of our spiritual angelic discourse with you in the centuries and eons following the end of your life on this earth dearest "Ivan the Atrayo". A future global religion as a cross-pollination of spiritual traditions not unlike that of the Persian Bai-Ha religion but one that actually succeeds in becoming truly globalized. A meta-Worship of the Abrahamic Creator God gets pinched transcending its original roots in around 150 years plus. As can be said from wingtip to wingtip of the Imperial Hawk as the standard for a New World Order.

We the angelic heavenly host didn't wish to alarm you dear Navi (Hebrew for Prophet, ie my first name spelled backward "Ivan") with such an infamous statement as you deem alarmist. However, you amongst many others are canaries in the coal mine seeing the writing on the wall as false placating by China is practically a foregone conclusion in world history to come.

With all this said take this as a pinch of salt to add flavor to the human condition as a cautionary tale of woe if ignored en-masse. As you stated in your introduction above, this is our Tough Love for humanity to glean what it may from our stance to date. Humanity can steer around this for the writing on the wall can still be whitewashed over with bravery if mutual reconciliation is so desired between the superpower of China and the rest of the World.

Allow us to start backward as it may with the future disaster of World War 4 in the region of the world that you presently call Ukraine. Mother Russia is no more a threat for China in WW3 made them their conscripts but that comes later in this statement. The peoples of Ukraine are ancestrally pure stalk of Euro-Slavic genetics and the future European Federation as a dystopian version succeeds the European Union after the rampant famines and plagues scorch the earth post WW3. The European Super Continent unites more so akin to the Ancient Roman Empire of yore with democratic tendencies only for its elite castes. Thus the seeds of distrust and acrimony are sowed once more by barbarians at their gates of the empire.

The year is 2075 the European Continent was less so ameliorated by the nuclear holocaust of WW3 than that of the North American continental shelf. In some ways the traces of Chinese culture is stronger upon Europe for the Silk Road 2.0 of the Sino Belt and Road Initiative succeeds culturally and economically by far before the Chinese government uses it as a Trojan Horse. Chinese population centers of its mainland are akin to a lunar landscape post WW3. Thus its peoples migrant en masse onto Asia Minor what is the Middle East today and into the Eastern flanks of Europe. Such Chinese populations will be considered the barbarian mongrels for the dystopian European Federation thus WW4 ignites around the Black Sea of Crimea.

In twelve years what you consider as an alpha or new beginning Ivan. Will be the start of World War 3 with China upon the year 2033 Anno domino. Give or take 6 months after China crosses 8 Points of No Return that the angel of the Lord God sounds the trumpet of perdition on Earth. China for its part ascended to the righteous status of a superpower too quickly and anything that is achieved too soon is lost just as immediately. The greek tragedy of Icarus with the Sun melting the wax bindings of his artificial wings sends the young lad plummeting to his death.

It is a matter of fact that China has every right on God's Earth to succeed and be a proud nation of her ancestral peoples on a united front. However, as they have been victimized by the Japanese during the early 1940s and were the footstool of the British empire of the 19th century. They feel that payback is in order to the world with a chip on their shoulder, thus their Sino exceptionalism soon becomes a recipe for disaster for the rest of the world and her Asian neighbors.

Notwithstanding its currency manipulations as a temporary measure during the early 2000's to cheat its way to the top. This practice was soon discontinued due to not overheating with a meltdown their economies of scale were soon achieved globally. Next to their notorious one-two punch of lured infamy of intellectual property theft as sanctioned statecraft of technological theft transfers. It would allow the Chinese State to supercharge its beautiful minds to leapfrog the West and the grand USA at its own game.

The first ill-fated seal of WW3 was when China annexed and conquered Tibet during its Cultural Revolution of Mao Tse Tung. That set the tone of supremacy in an egotistical guise of reclaiming its lost Imperial Dynasties of centuries before of grandeur. The 2nd seal of WW3 was broken more so recently from what they learned in subjugating the Tibetan peoples. They carried over to their Muslim minority of the Uyghurs accomplishing their cultural genocide upon them as enslaved conscripts. The Western economic sanctions on its textiles from such a provincial region are little more than a slap on the wrist.

What the Chinese learned from the Tibetans and now the Uyghurs they are implementing on Hong Kong like the flap of the wings of a graceful dragon. Soon the 3rd seal of WW3 to be broken is the naval and aerial invasion of the democratic island nation of Taiwan off its mainland. These so-called rebels will soon experience the Chinese boot snapping their collective necks with the revenge of humiliating their might makes right doctrine.

The 4th seal of WW3 is already partially cracked open with China claiming its ancestral Imperial Dynastic seaways and now air passage routes in an outright fashion. Building naval airbase atolls out of the ocean a feat of engineering will soon pot mark the South China Seas like satellite landmines to the rest of the world. Naval commerce and air traffic are now harrassed including foreign military air traffic be dammed. Expect so-called enemy fighter pilots of Australia and other South East nations to be shot down outright. With naval cargo and oil freighters to be harassed by premature boarding inspections as so-called checks for illicit goods.

The 5th seal of WW3 to be broken is when Mother Russia is soon out witted by Chinese Hegemony. When the mafia state of the Russian government gets greedy in an oil dispute transfer with the Chinese it soon escalates to sour grapes all around. Leading up to China invading by land its armies seize Russian Southern Oil fields permanently. Thus Putin the Russian Czar's rule comes to an end as his Oligarchs soon replace him with a shill of a weak national leader to appease China. Opening the way in future years that the Russian army is at the beck and call of the Great Dragon of China as its conscripts by any other name.

The 6th seal of WW3 is when China tires of the North Korean Premiers games of Kim Jong-Un they annex North Korea without firing a shot. Installing a viceroy and begin massive industrial mining for the mineral riches of the North Korean Peninsula. Which ironically jump-starts the North Korean economy putting its citizens to work for an eventual rise out of poverty.

The 7th seal of WW3 is the greatly lauded Belt and Road Initiative as the Silk Road 2.0 becomes what it is advertised to do. A boon of Chinese engineering producing Infrastructure projects from China through the Middle East into parts of Europe as Sino goodwill public relations globally. It is a roaring success since similar projects brought Africa out of its schizophrenic famines and poverty up to 20 years ago. That all the foreign aid historically upon Africa could never do.

However, what looks good and feels good with much mutual economic prosperity triggers a fervor for Chinese hegemony abroad. Where southeast Asian nations of Cambodia, Laos, Vietnam, Thailand, Myanmar, and Indonesia soon get the negative attention of Chinese interference as Big Brother. Frankly stated the Belt and Road Initiative becomes a proverbial Trojan Horse for the conscripted armies of Russia, North Korea, and China's armies. To seemingly roll upon in the guise of an inaugural guest-hosted military parade throughout the circuitous route becomes a bait and switch tactic.

The 8th seal of WW3 is that the unwelcome security occupation by the Chinese armies outside its mainland albeit as security guarantors is soon worn out. The remaining free nations declare war on China and within months a nuclear holocaust is triggered by the United States as a desperate first-strike policy.

Thus ensuring that Beijing its Capitol and Shangai as a modern port megalopolis of Chinese Supermacy is nuked several times by the Western nations of the US and Europe leaving it akin to a lunar landscape. The United States will receive the majority of Chinese Nukes rather than that of Europe as cited in the above introduction to this posting. The US island territory of Puerto Rico is hit directly upon Old San Juan its Capitol for it lacks a missile battery defense shield capability. All the island residents that remain leave over the ensuring years throughout the rest of the Caribbean (ie Cuba, Haiti, Dominican Republic, etc...) and other parts of Florida.

All major primary and secondary American cities are hit once or twice by Chinese and Russian nuclear strikes such as Miami, Houston, Washington D.C., Denver, Las Vegas, Los Angeles, New York City, Detroit, and so forth. Also, the missile defense shield battery purchased by Australia from the United States works as advertised. Sydney is spared a near-fatal strike however the radius concussion of such a nuclear missile detonation overhead causes an electromagnetic pulse knocking out its electrical grid. Its offshore island of Tasmania doesn't fare as fortunate it is hit directly annihilating its entire population. Lastly, the New Zealand Capitol of Christ Church is also hit directly by a Chinese nuclear strike.

World War 3 lasts for a mere 6 years time ending roughly by the end of the year 2039. Leaving what remains of China, Russia, North Korea, and its counterparts of the United States and Europe is a near catastrophe for the next 60 years plus to attempt recovery. The United States loses its superpower status soon to become the Federated States of America an empire by any other name dystopian. Chronic outbreaks of famine and various once curable diseases spread dysentery of water-born illnesses run rampant and plagues of Covid-19 and other forms of Influenza throughout the Americas.

However, in the decade to follow the Federated States of America invades its neighbor to the North as Canada. In order to seize its prized infrastructure and pastoral farmlands to maintain its hold of power. Slavery in America is institutionalized once more in order to cultivate its non-irradiated farmlands and strip mining. Hungry mouths cause riots and thus enslaving such unruly ungrateful once citizens is another act of desperation.

Africa and the rest of the Americas such as the Central and Southern regions fare way better from the Chinese and Russian nuclear attacks lest that of Columbia and Costa Rica. Ironically democracies take root here to one degree or another as they see the dystopian societies of Europe and that of North America and want no part of that turmoil. The Federated States of America partially fascist devolves into feudal Esque family houses of nobility as the once upper classes survive to a degree via tact and shrewdness.

Your "Jewels of Truth" series as our angelic discourse with humanity dearest "Ivan the Atrayo" survives mostly intact not unlike that of the affectionate Rumi and Hafiz as Spiritual Persian poets have done so. Since your channeled writings of us for now, over 26 years to date as Inspirational automatic writings as a clairaudient psychic technique has foretold. It Will be cherished by the generation of readers to come lasting centuries if not an eon or two more. Taken into the stars by futuristic human colonists leaving the earth out of necessity due to dwindling resources.

The 1st truly global earth religion subsumes your writings into one of its tomes of sacred literatures. Thus you'll be piggybacking onto another greatness by sheer good prosperous luck for the added measure as there are no accidents metaphorically speaking. To this, we remark a thank you for taking the courage to share this cautionary statement although your reservations have been noted in protest by us.

Go with God(dess) those of the eyes to see and the ears to hear between the rhetoric spoken by the greater national powers that be. There's is the agony soon to herald all into collective planetary ruin because of a game of brinkmanship that gets out of control soon enough. Pay attention and take actions that are peaceable via protests or be steamed rolled into oblivion. Amen. ---Ivan Pozo-Illas / Atrayo.

Ivan "Atrayo" Pozo-Illas, has devoted 26 years of his life to the pursuit of clairaudient Inspired automatic writing channeling the Angelic host. Ivan is the author of the spiritual wisdom series of "Jewels of Truth" consisting of 3 volumes published to date. He also channels conceptual designs that are multi-faceted for the next society to come that are solutions based as a form of dharmic service. Numerous examples of his work are available at "Atrayo's Oracle" blog site of 16 years plus online. You're welcome to visit his website "Jewelsoftruth.us" for further information or to contact Atrayo directly.

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(3/6) one-shot — What is love? — Post- Captain America Civil War / Pre-Spiderman: Homecoming — 2016— EARTH

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Warning: polygamous relationship, slight underage (Kree mostly live for thousands of years so technically Estella and Ol-Amm are the equivalent age of Peter in their species and culture), fluff, Peter Parker needs a god damn hug, Peter Parker also needs some love and peace so stop being mean to him x

Ol lead the way as they slipped through the streets of Queens.

They’d been on the look out for their red and blue spider, Peter.

It had been a few days since the fight in German and the two young Kree had been compelled to find the young super hero. “He did say Queens right?” Ol-Amm questioned his sandy blonde haired companion.

“I heard him talking with Captain Rogers.. he said he was from Queens.. we only saw him afterwards when he left with Stark remember” they reminded him before spotting the red and blue hero swing over their heads, “up there follow him” they muttered grabbing onto their partners hand before rushing off towards the next part of their adventurous life.

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They stayed in Peter’s room.

It was just three of them, Peter had gotten back from school but instead of his usual routine patrols were they would follow after him making sure his dumbass doesn’t get beaten to a pulp like they had been doing for the past month, he wanted to stay and rest.

Ol sat with his back against one of the walls of the room whilst Peter lay with his head on one of his legs, Estella perched on the floor as Peter run his fingers through her hair in time with Ol-Amm as he ran his fingers through Peter’s soft curls. Peter could tell they all were ignoring the elephant in the room that came in the darkening bruises that branded his face and ribs, he knew from the moment the pair had seen him walking out of school towards them, it made his insides cringe at the heated anger that filled out behind their eyes as they looked over him before staying silent through the whole journey back to his home.

“I got into a fight..” a small voice filled the silent air making the two aliens look to the human, “who hurt you?” Ol spoke up first a twinge of anger could be heard in amongst his words. The teenager stayed silent refusing to look at either of his friends, “Peter.. we’re not angry at you... we’re worried is all we care about and we just want you to be safe” Estella said aloud from their spot on the floor, sighing the teen replied “Flash.. he was making jokes about Ned... I couldn’t just stand there and listen to someone talk about my best friend like that so.. so I told him to stop and then he started talking about Estel how they were probably only hanging around with me cause nobody else would want to hang out with a loser like me.. then I pushed him because he insulted them and he crashed into one of the lockers.....”. He almost flinched when he felt a hand take hold of his own giving it a reassuring squeeze, “it’s okay.. we’re still here.. we’re not going anywhere..” bright blue eyes met with deep brown as a glint of anxiety slowly vanished from the younger ones eyes, “I got detention for the rest of the week... Flash has it for the next two, I kinda let him just keep hitting me” he murmured to the end wanting to curl into himself at the sound of the Kree aliens sharp inhales.

“Peter that isn’t the right thing to do.” Estella states moving so that they were kneeling beside the bed looking down upon their friends face as their lover also shared the same look of concern whilst studying the boy, “what choice do I have Estel.. it’s not like I can really fight back.. I don’t wanna hurt anyone” he mumbled turning his face away from the pair.

Huffing out the breath of air they had been holding in, Estella climbed up onto the bed straddling the spider mutant, stunning the teen into submission as he whined allowing for the half Kree to link their fingers with his own. “Your a real dingus, Peter you know that” they spoke with a gentleness to their voice that made the poor boys insides flutter, “they’re right Spider.. we worry for you.. we can’t always be there to keep you safe” Ol stated brushing Parker’s curls from his forehead, “you know when you guys are like this it’s hard to see the tough, battle hardened fighters” Peter chuckled eyes gleaming at the attention he was getting from the pair of lovers even though beneath it all he feared that his own feelings towards the pair meant nothing in their own eyes. Laughter bubbles from the pair as they smiled down at the human they’d grown so fond of over the month of knowing him, “you’re just lucky to see us like this..” Ol muttered sincerely running his thumb along the shell of Peter’s ear, “he is right Peter, you’re the only one who sees us like this away from battle..” the hybrid Kree explained cautiously their grip on Peter’s hands tightened ever so slightly not going unnoticed by Peter as his vision switched between the two young Kree.

“When will you tell me about it.. you both are always talking about these fights that you’ve had but you never tell me what happened in them.. please tell me your stories” Peter begged them his voice at first seemed to fall on deafened ears, “no little spider.. not today” the eldest of the three said almost whispering his words. Peter squirmed at the name both hating and loving when the Kree boy called him ‘little spider’, “I’m not little, Estel is little” he mocked light heartedly changing the subject seeing how distressed the two had become at his own hand, “it’s not my fault I’m 5’5 besides I’m only an inch smaller than you Peter” they scowled playfully batting at the boy.

The pair continued to play fight along with the sounds of Ol’s laughter as he smiled at the pair in which he felt enthralled by. His eyes studied them thinking back to the moments his bright blue orbs had landed on the pair, one by chance the other in battle.

To him and Estel it seemed like only a few days ago they’d appeared on Ego, whisked him off into the galaxy to have adventures of their own, but since meeting Peter time seemed to slow as their minds and souls set out to claim the hybrid human as their own, a calm and stable third to their chaotic and battle ready duo. My loves.. his mind cooed yet stumbled over the word love.. what is love? What he and Estel had was an unbreakable bond formed over the years of traveling and bonding together, but what they felt not only for the each other but for Peter as well seemed stronger if not scarier than any Kree battalion in existence.

“Das't, my darling your head is in the stars again” he was dragged from his thoughts by the voice of his lovers face now in sight of his own as he glances round to see Parker sniggering from where he now sat crossed legged beside where Estella was now straddling him, their playing had ended and now sort out entertainment from him. “Watch your language my dear..” he chuckled press a quick peck to their forehead catching them off guard silencing both youngsters.

Peter frowned yet again finding another reason for his own self loathing.

How could he be so selfish to love two people who are so captivated by one another, he would be so cruel to do anything that could jeopardise their relationship. They evened each other out so well in the short amount of time that they had known one another, for him to come in and ruin it all would be a cruel act against two people most deserving of love.

“Mah little spider, Ye'v git yer heid in th' stars, tell us yer woes mah dear spider” the Scottish twinge from his time on earth before his families death became stronger in each word that he spoke as Ol wrapped an arm around Peter’s waist pulling him into his side as Estella latched onto him stroking his cheek soothingly as Ol rubbed his hand up and down Peter’s back in calming pattern. “It’s nothing” he whimpered feeling the sudden urge to cry as he was cradled in their arms. “Tell us mah dear spider, we care tae damn muckle aboot ye tae lea ye in sic a state” the words were stronger more forceful this time as Peter turned to hide his face in Ol’s chest hoping that some Norse or whatever god that was there might take pity on him, “Peter... Peter please listen to us.. we need to tell you something and we want you to hear what we have to say and no one else” Estella’s voice reached his ears, “I know that things are weird cause we’re not exactly human or anything and we may live long into the future which means that time will forever be against us but Peter.. me and Ol-Amm want to be with you..” the Kree hybrid has gone shy to the end seeming to lose herself in her worry filled rambles.

“Peter.. both Estella and I are children of war.. yes we both grew up different but at the same time we were still raised in a war that could never be won...” Ol began to explain shifting so that Peter had no choice but to look at the pair who stared earnestly at him. “Our views growing up on what love is weren’t the best, but over time we’ve come to understand that love is what makes you feel safe and wanted and... Peter that is what we feel when we’re with you.. you make us feel safe and warm and loved.. we just want you to know that we care very much about you and that whatever happens next is up to you.” Ol finished sending a side glance to his partner as they nodded opening their mouth to contribute, “Ol and I are like an angered wound and Peter you are a soothing balm to us.. you are the calm to our chaos and we are in love you for this feeling that you’ve shared with us” the young Kree tried to relay to their partner, “and we love you Peter Parker because you are you... you are kind and loyal to a fault.. we love you for being you..” they tried to convey in the best possible way.

The teen lay there almost cradled in their arms, his mind was blank as he search for some way to answer them both.

When the words formed his voice was soft and timid almost afraid that once spoken he could never take back what he was about to say.

“I really like you both too..”

No more words were exchanged that day, just silent reassurances as they held each other. None had a care towards what was to come, they had no care for the dangers they would soon face, the only care they had was with each other in that moment safe and sound inside the Parker residence.

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Preparing an Altar for a Fresh Pentecost: The Cry that Precedes Revival

The Feast of Pentecost is an 'appointed time' (see Exodus 23; Leviticus 23) for God's people to receive a huge outpouring of His Holy Spirit. You can position yourself to receive a super charge from God! There are seasonal portals where God promises to visit us in an extraordinary way if we 'discern the time of our visitation' and come,  wholly available, to our appointment with heaven! And where is this appointment, where is this meeting place? The altar. The altar is the first place where the fire of the Holy Spirit is poured out. We must build an altar, we must wait on God, as they did in the Upper Room, we must earnestly seek him upon the altar.

What is the altar? The altar is the place where God and man meet. We no longer have to physically build altars and physically sacrifice animals but now we build altars unto God in our hearts. There we meet God. This is where power is accessed, where His presence is accessed. We can’t depend on someone else's altar. We must build our own. The altar is what Jesus called the secret place, the closet. It's the place where we can experience the reality of God. It is the place of seeking and waiting on God and crying out for Him. The altar is the place of sacrifice: In Hebrew: 'mizbeach' which means 'the sacrificing place'. The altar is the place where fire falls and consumes the sacrifice. Every time your worship, pray, give offerings: that's another brick to build your altar. This is how you build your altar. The sacrifice must be acceptable to God, not strange fire.  A strange fire is when we give to God with personal selfish agenda.  

Ex 20:24:'You are to make for Me an altar of earth, and sacrifice on it your burnt offerings and peace offerings.... In every place where I cause My name to be remembered, I will come to you and bless you'. Here we see the original purpose of the altar and that the altar is the place where God's blessing is released upon you. If you have no altar you have no place for God to bless you! The most sacred part of the altar were the corners which had four horns on them - representing power and might. The four corners represented the four corners of the earth: God was saying: From this altar I will release my power all over the world! If we don't have an altar we don't have power to take to the world, to release on the people. We need to grab hold of the horns of the altar and cry out for God to pour out His power! Then we will carry that power we have received into the world!

A new Pentecost is about to come. Fire is about to fall and fire always comes on the altar first. God wants the altars to be restored because He wants His relationship with His people restored. He is giving us space and time to repent and repair and raise up the altars that are broken down. We are anticipating a great outpouring of the Holy Spirit's fire, but to experience this we must have access to God – the God that answers by fire! You must build your own altar.

The altar is a place of death and the altar is a place of birth! In Acts 2, the Church was birthed on their altar in the Upper Room. God wants a people of His power; who carry His manifest presence, who operate in resurrection power, who have not words only but the evidence to back them up! 1 Corinthians 4:20: ‘For the kingdom of God does not consist in talk but in power.’  We can only fulfil the Great Commission, that Jesus gave us, if power accompanies our words, if signs and wonders follow us to confirm the word. Mark 16:17-20: 'And these signs shall follow them that believe; In my name shall they cast out devils; they shall speak with new tongues. They shall take up serpents; and if they drink any deadly thing, it shall not hurt them; they shall lay hands on the sick, and they shall recover...And they went forth, and preached every where, the Lord working with them, and confirming the word with signs following.' It’s time we take responsibility to completely fulfil our mandate, the commission the Lord gave us in his last words on earth, and start operating in the power of the Spirit instead of the arm of flesh. If Christ is in you, you ought to bring forth evidences of that power. There is only one place where we can receive the power of God, only one place where we can know the heart and mind of God and that is at the altar. The altar is the place of divine exchange where our living sacrifice is met by His fire. We bring sacrifices of praise and worship, prayers, giving offerings, surrendering our will and yielding to His. The altar is where self dies, where the ego is crucified. The altar is the place where we allow the Holy Spirit to come and take full possession of our bodies. (Romans 12:1) The altar is the place of power and God is wanting to pour out His Fire on a Church waiting at the altar! So let us cry out from our altars this Pentecost season as they did in Acts 4:29-31: 'Grant unto thy servants, that with all boldness they may speak thy word, by stretching forth thine hand to heal'. The world is no longer as openly hostile to the Church as it was then because it has lost its fear of her. Indifference and tolerance are more to be dreaded than open hatred and violence. For the Church to be tolerated is a sign we have become compromised! It is a sign that we have a Christianity of form but not of power! We must run to the altar and repent!

Joel 1:13: 'Gird yourself and lament ye priests.' The altar is first for the priests. The priests must run to the altar and lament. Joel 2:17: 'Let the priests, the ministers of the Lord WEEP between the porch and the altar and let them say: 'spare thy people'.'                           

Let us take up our call to priesthood and pray first for our own sin then for sin of the people –both in the nation and the church. We need to get a hold of the horns of the altar. It's time to 'rend your hearts and not your garments' (Joel 2:13) This genuine heart cry gets God's attention. His ears are attentive to the broken, contrite heart: Psalm 51:17: 'The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit, A broken and a contrite heart— These, O God, You will not despise.'

A Spirit of Grace and Supplication is upon us as we prepare for Pentecostal Outpouring. Zechariah 12:10: 'And I will pour on the house of David and on the inhabitants of Jerusalem the Spirit of grace and supplication; then they will look on Me whom they pierced. Yes, they will mourn for Him...' This passage describes that spirit of grace and supplication that will be poured out upon the Jewish people at the Second Coming of Christ, when, after having been through the woes of the Great Tribulation, the Holy Spirit moves upon them to recognise their Messiah who they have so long rejected. It's a spirit of mourning and grief, lamenting and crying out for His grace and a pouring out of the heart to Him. This spirit of grace and supplication, of lamenting and repentance is coming already upon the Church that humbles themselves, returning to Him with fasting and prayer:

1 Chronicles 7:14:  'if My people who are called by My name will humble themselves, and pray and seek My face, and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin and heal their land.'  This was the Spirit of Prayer that they were in when they waited in the Upper Room: Acts 1:14: 'These all continued in one accord in prayer and supplication'.

To make supplication is to earnestly plead and pour out your heart continually before God. It is the outpourings of a broken and contrite heart. It is praying from a place of brokenness and humility before God. It is an unrelenting yearning for Him. Under this Spirit, God's holy priesthood – the ministers, the leaders in the Church, the pastors and the whole body of believers who pray and minister as priests –need to cry out in repentance for the sins of the nation and of the Church. We must cry out for restoration. We must cry for Him to come and break in! 'O that you would rend the heavens and come down!' 

This is the cry that precedes revival! This is the cry that opens up the heavens. This is a holy moment of preparing to receive God's great outpouring of fire. There must be the lifting up of a lamenting cry, a mourning over sin (as will come upon the Jews when they realise how they rejected the Messiah all this time).  

Lamentations 2:19: 'Arise, cry out in the night, At the beginning of the watches; Pour out your heart like water before the face of the Lord. Lift your hands toward Him For the life of your young children...'

We lift up the cry for ourselves, for our children, for the Church, for the nation. This is the acceptable sacrifice of worship that releases a sweet smelling aroma before God, upon which He will pour out His fire. Get ready! His fire will consume the sacrifice! His fire will consume all your flesh so that what remains is   holy to the Lord and fully His! 

God wants to send a mighty river of revival through the nations – but first: We must recognise our condition and repent of our spiritual dryness.   Begin to cry out to Him: 'Forgive us Lord for letting the river run dry! Forgive us for stemming it's flow! Open up the heavens! Forgive us Father for neglecting our personal altars, our family altars and the altar in the House of God.  Forgive us for our idolatry, our self-sufficiency, our independence from you. Forgive us for being man-pleasing instead of God-pleasing and God-fearing! Forgive us for our timidity and fear of man, forgive us for our cowardice, our passivity, our indifference! Forgive us for compromising the truth, forgive us for bringing strange fire on your altar, o God! Forgive us for building houses of entertainment with stages and performers instead of Houses of Prayer with an altar and priests! Forgive us for our lukewarmness and indifference to the Lost, for turning away while thousands upon thousands slip into hell! We want our passion back! We need your fire, God! Send revival God! Start with us!’

Jesus said: 'Blessed are they who mourn for they shall be comforted.'  Let us seek the true comfort of the Holy Ghost restoring His presence to us. Let us get low before Him upon our altars until His Spirit is poured out! 

Before the fire fell at Pentecost in Acts 2, they already had the Holy Spirit with them: Jesus had breathed on them and said: 'Receive the Holy Spirit' (John 20:22). But they knew there was more! Jesus had promised them more! He told them to wait / tarry / literally 'sit in the place of power' until they received power from on high.  To sit is a posture of waiting. Where is the place of power? - the altar is the place! Wait at the altar! But not a sit idle kind of wait but doing what you do at the altar: bringing sacrifices of worship, prayer, fasting....! That's what pulls the power down! 

They waited for the fullness of the promised Holy Ghost: for the baptism in the Holy Ghost. Many have received the Holy Ghost, many have been filled, but not all are baptised in the Holy Spirit to overflowing with evidence and demonstration of His power! And this Pentecost, God wants to give you a fresh baptism in the Holy Ghost with a mega overflow of power, boldness and audacity to preach the gospel with miracles, signs and wonders following!                          It's time for the Church to be true ambassadors of Christ and to demonstrate that He lives today and He is in us and working through us. The Great Harvest of the End of the Age is upon us and we need to carry the power to do the 'Greater Works' that Jesus promised we would do!

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Trying To Mend It

Making of Michelle Jones - Prologue, Chapter 6

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After catching Michelle stealing jewels, the new mystery she brings into Peter's life defines his next adventure. There are new dangers coming to NYC and Michelle is playing a bigger part in Spider-Man's mission than Peter ever imagined.

Chapter 6: After a traumatic experience, Peter finds himself healing through his friendship with Michelle.

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It was Thursday morning and Peter had never felt that his life would be so…dull after everything. The woes of the weeks past were still on his mind, leaving this permanent heat at the back of his neck like something bad was going to happen. Ned would often find ways to calm him down during lunch and Michelle would call him out when he got too lost in his thoughts. Between the two of them, Peter managed to get through the days. For half the week, Michelle was absent but he didn't ask any questions for once when she came back.

Not that it wasn't a surprise to him. Peter was sitting in his biology class ignoring the notes he could have been taking and reading the headlines about Spider-Man instead. His alter ego had been receiving some interest after his back alley bar fight footage went viral, and he was trending online on social media. Hey, there were even a few fan clubs, too! Every now and then Peter would also spot a blog article about how the bank robbers were still at large. Huh, and the-

"-You still stalking that guy?" Michelle's sudden question made him jump, startling him out of his thoughts. How she managed to sneak up on him with his heightened hearing was a mystery. Peter immediately shut off his tablet and turned to her.

"Hey, you're back!" The enthusiasm was supposed to sound sarcastic but to his surprise it came out like he was far too excited.

"What are you hiding?" Michelle seemed amused but to Peter's confusion she pulled out her phone and intently stared at the screen. Peter watched her, waiting for her to finish whatever she was doing but her focus didn't relent.

"You've missed a lot of notes, you know," He said suddenly, realizing he wanted her attention back. This was an unfamiliar feeling. "I could give them to you later. There's a big exam coming up if you want to study togeth-"

Michelle took the tablet out of his hands and unlocked it.

"How di-" Peter found himself asking too late. Michelle scanned the opened tabs before Peter interrupted her thoughts. "How do you know my passcode?"

"It's your birthday."

Peter stared.

"Wait, wha-I... how did you know my birthda-" Michelle showed him her phone. His birthdate was splayed out on his Facebook profile.

"You're not very interesting, Parker," She said, before smiling a little at his expense. Peter opened his mouth to tell her she was wrong when her smile became…reassuring? Once upon a time, this was such an unfamiliar look. It was as though going through something horrible was enough to make Michelle see a different side to him. Someone she could relate to, perhaps.

Peter had to stop thinking like this.

"He's going to catch them, these things take time," She continued. Peter looked down at his tablet. The last tab left open was speculating how Spider-Man was going to take the robbers down.

"How do you know he's a 'he'?" Peter asked, to change the subject, "could be a girl."

She shot him a dry look. "He asks to be called Spider-Man and I'm willing to take his word for it." Michelle stopped paying attention to Peter like she always did and went back to her book. That bothered him, he just wanted her to keep the conversation going, keep talking.

At the end of class, Michelle called his name and Peter stopped and turned so fast even she seemed taken aback. "I hope you don't mind but I told my dad."

Peter realized she normally avoided talking about her dad unless she was talking to Spider-Man. "About….?" Michelle nodded. "Yeah. Okay."

"My dad's visiting May later today. I just wanted you to hear it from me first in case I overstepped."

"Oh." Peter knew he couldn't say much without giving himself away. "That'll be good for her." Peter was about to walk away, but even as he turned he thought to himself about how he slammed her locker door and just how wrong it felt. Michelle shouldn't be checking with him if telling her father was okay. Now was time for Peter to own up to his behavior, despite having a very good excuse for it.

So he turned around to say as much... and she was gone. Peter stared at the space she was as if she'd reappear.

He did everything he could in that moment to convince himself not to run home to see her father for himself.

The guilt wasn't minimized at all by the chance to suit up in the daytime on a weekday. He just had to see Michelle's father. Crawling up the wall of his apartment, he sat on the fire escape by his window and watched them. Aunt May was taking the kettle off the stove to make them tea, and there was a short man sitting at the counter there. His back looked straight, but he held it with a light hand on the back of his hips. He didn't have to wince for you to know something was off with his posture.

Peter never realized he wanted to know where Michelle got her forceful authoritative tone that was so pronounced it could last in a whisper, but the answer was certainly what he needed. Her father had the same sound. He had the grumpiness to his tone of a much older man. Peter smiled to himself. Like father, like daughter.

"But this... this lab, are you sure?" May continued.

"Yes. I can't live this way much longer," Michelle's father broke his stiff posture and leant heavily on the counter. "I need to work. Can't sit at home or live between doctor's appointments; Michelle's been cutting school to help-"

His aunt looked up from pouring. "What if….nevermind." May just sighed.

He gave her a knowing look, "What if something goes wrong? Yeah, I know. Hope it never comes to that, but with Vincent away I have to try something; We're struggling enough as it is."

"How is Vin?" She handed him his cup, "Have you visited him yet?"

Peter watched as the two of them slowly relaxed around one another as the conversation continued. They were much more at ease now.

"Yeah, he's more worried about me than himself. The lawyer's awful. Too young. Probably Peter's age."

May let out a chuckle that didn't feel like she was acting at all. It was something rare to hear, especially after everything that happened. "I doubt that, David."

Michelle's father, David sighed. "But he looks like it, May. Don't change the subject, though. How are you doing? You've hardly..." the words faded as Peter began crawling back down the fire escape. Aunt May deserved at least some privacy. And now he worried that maybe he really owed Michelle the same respect.

Speaking of which, she was late. Peter waited for her in the tunnel, writing in his journal to pass the time. It was uncomfortable to do while suited up but he couldn't run the risk. He wrote about the way fear made its way into his life in a way he didn't think he'd ever have to worry about. He thought about mortality in a way that was almost surreal.

Thinking about your own death was difficult enough at his age but having superpowers made the whole thing so much more unbelievable. Yet, he'd imagine situations where he could die, and what that would cost the people who he cared about.

That made him stop writing for a moment, just thinking about how the last few weeks had fluctuated up and down. The trauma was so sudden and there was no warning.

It reminded him of the time his parents watched The Titanic with him, not knowing the plot twist in the movie. He'd grow up making fun of them for this but he remembered at the time the story was so pleasant and then BAM! The boat was sinking. That's how these weeks felt that now that he'd pulled out of the dark.

He still couldn't believe his parents hadn't known the plot.

And that shock in his system was really universal - even in how he behaved with Michelle. First, he was laughing with her, then he was angry, now… now he was hoping to have more of her attention than he already did. The makings of a friendship? Hopefully, but Peter didn't really know what to think.

Michelle came in and startled him out of his thoughts.

"Everyone jumps when I enter a room," She complained, baffled.

"I was just distracted." And definitely not thinking about her, of course. "You ever seen the Titanic?" The words were out of his mouth before he could help them.

Michelle shot him a puzzled look. "Yeah..."

"My parents made me watch that when I was young. They didn't know the plot of the film. Everything was so great and happy and then it wasn't." This story felt so much more relevant in his head. "Can you believe that? They didn't know the boat would sink." Peter chuckled to himself but to his surprise Michelle wasn't joining him. She simply stared at him.

"Are you okay?"

Peter rubbed the back of his neck."Yeah, sorry," he muttered sheepishly, "That was random. I'm fine." Michelle seemed blown away by his words. "What?"

"You never share," She told him, then elaborated further "Like, you never talk about your personal life - it's been months now and I still don't even know that much about you."

What was he supposed to say to that? "Oh... well that's the whole point to a secret identity?"

"Don't get me wrong, it's okay. It's just surprising," she explained. "Did you see it in theatres?"

"What?"

Michelle sat down beside him, mimicking his position. "The Titanic, how old were you?" Peter blinked; The Titanic came out before either of them were born.

"I-I didn't see it in theaters. It was a DVD." Michelle seemed embarrassed. "How old do you think I am?" He asked curiously.

"I just….I guess I was expecting- I don't know, Tony Stark. Sort of. Shouldn't have assumed." Now Peter was the one feeling awkward.

"What do you want to call me?" he asked after a long silence.

"What?"

"I can't tell you my name, but I'll go with whatever you choose."

"So…..Karen?"

"Michelle, shut up." They laughed, but there was a moment where she seemed thrown off by his exact choice of words.

"'Spider-Man' it is."

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folded ontology...

There's consequences in all we say and do Go forward and walk your walk and I'll go ahead and talk my talk Quite distraught due to the fact that you're too good to be true I know that the Lord of Accord will be following me like my shimmering shadow wherever I walk I will walk and walk And I will talk my talk I will practice what I preach To the pupils, I will teach Pensive propositions is my speech's mission Honor and think through Constructive criticism Cleverly-written composition begin to slightly transition Take correction not for granite...with optimism that is symmetrical like a puny prism Free-spirited I long to be With you as long as I thrive to wondrously live I want to flee and be set free Let go and have consideration to generously give Be anxious for nothing Love all and do your thang God's spirit is available to us 24/7 I always make my way to 7-eleven Doing away with the latter days of my lament Live in the present of yesterday's tomorrow My mind constantly whirls around like a hurricane near the beach and tornado in the east side of the United States - my mind is cozy in God's tent Repenting slowly, but surely until sorrow is a healing scar that flies away in recovery like a splendid, spunky sparrow Hooking up problems I need to fix At least I don't receive a million kiks Tweet me, Facebook me, tumblr me...insta me...younow me... But I'll still be lonely as can be Fruit of the spirit drives me to drift away from deception's flow that's broad and deceiving Faithful and loyal with dignity and positivity is what I crave in my character of behave-and-be-brave... Self-control braces itself upon my inner being and I accept it kindly Patience paints a picture of peace in the frame of my mind silently Human nature Is enmity to God that is evil and impure It leads to death I'm sure God's way - the way of life at least in my humble opinion, which will be a fact in the near future It's okay to be different It's alright to be working on perfection As long as you repent For all the downfalls and sins we've committed that gave you inner infection Reveal to me His spirit and the life it produces fruitfully Zealous is the sun that shines upon me oh so dutifully Gracious be to the sons and daughters of Him who has made the world so beautifully Until Satan tainted it with sinister avarice and insidious, chaotic catastrophe Quit your disputes and quarrels and arguing alike Stop trolling people on the net...or you'll have something to regret Listen to instruction Accept correction You choose destruction or construction Do you want His amazing affection or His raging rejection!!? Foundation of faithfulness Goes to the called ones in God's family alone and He is the Father we look upon Obliteration of misery's mess Come on and follow me...I will be your responsible leader from now on I want knowledge from God From on high, not down below in Satan's Despising Nature People just ignore and nod Approach people in the nicest way and react, act and think good thoughts and good actions and interactions that are grown-up and mature Need I proclaim my beliefs to all the world, Lord? Should I explain myself constantly? What's my award? Reward? What if I commit sins that I can't afford? I hoard shame in my brain basement, but you played skillfully on the I-forgive-you keyboard There's a reason behind what God does Do not remain blind or deaf The spirit of stupor is splendid to my human nature....and its faithless flaws I don't understand your plate's creativity, my chill chef God selects His special chosen one He sees the nature and character of each and everyone He is the guide to everlasting life that's full of blessings and miracles But, my life is full of depression dungeons and mysterious black holes Eat Christ's flesh and drink His blood of His Father's Wise Sayings and Life-giving Word You must abstain from lusts of your gullible, heartless hearts and your prayers will be heard If you don't believe and betray Him for life, Your life will end in jaded death and strife I wish I can declare His Word to all nations But I get nervous and soft-spoken beyond frustrations and heightened hesitations I'm awkward... Why was I called in His church? Am I a bird that has nowhere to truly rest and perch? Predicaments in double trouble dilemmas substantially produce like cells in the body Free me, heal thee, I die for you to live...I live for you to die...your hard heart makes my softness wither with everybody Wide and broad are the path of many in this world of woe...and no one fully knows why Difficulty be to the few who choose the narrow route that leads to constructive criticism by Lotd Most High Once saved, always saved - A belief originated in Christianity I beg to differ - His saving grace has waved Its effortless goodbye to Human's Atrocity Labor in prayer, don't swelter Work in love, sweat off hate and swear not Be a giver, not a getter Resist the urge to sin and persevere always, even in the darkness we rot Discipline yourself Through enduring self-control Unlearn Satan's nature, as small as an elf Compared to God's Giant Word that is a life tool to be rid of the fool inside us as a whole Doing evil will have its aftershocks sting us like a viper It will shoot us down, so bite the bullet of the serpent's sniper I pray that I live in sanctuary city for the time being I envy the happy-go-lucky and dislike what I'm seeing Drinking in the Lord's yoke, Mixed with the Words He spoke You bind me with a biggo blind fold Your spirit's intention is to simply scold Faithful Moses parted the Red Sea Miracles and curses shelter thee I never knew that my life was of significance Until I noticed that everyone is living in ignorance Except the called ones... Faith that weigh a trillion tons Thank God for everything good His word is a nourishing food Emerge from the scorching coals and ice fire of your existence Transform yourself before you remain in ashes' realm...seek repentance The good news of the Kingdom of God is ringing in my ears Wondering when it will be that day of awesome forever years I will walk and walk And I will talk my talk I will practice what I preach To the pupils, I will teach Fret not the desires on fire and the passionate petitions of your young heart Do not worship other gods before Him - Frey will fade away from the start The gods of the east have come to get their revenge towards the gods of the east The battle between them is beast...it's like enjoying a feast of chaos and commotion and peace and emotion...but their attitudes puff up like the bread ingredients that includes yeast Inspired by (Matt. 7:13), (Matt. 11:29) and (Hebrews 11:24)

Imagine we live in an eco-normative story

of competing for wealth-commodities, cash piled in quantifiable currencies, collectively blinded to our Win-Win natural economic, ecological, psychological, biological health and well-being value roots. One day, our Permacultural Received View unveils a co-operatively synergetic evolution of positive health and articulation of mutual subsidiarity-- natural laws of economic and political and psychological and biological health and survival through thrival Permacultural Design, (and Taoist, and Buddhist, and JudeoChristian, and Islamic, and UU, and Sikh, and Hindu, with Ecological Wealth objectives defining spiritual principles, procedures, ethics laws of co-operative solidarity, co-passionate peace with ecojustice for all, mutually subsidiary freedoms to live full healthy lives balanced with freedom from dying deadly unhealthy deaths. Oh, yes! this feels familiar somehow. This appositionally poignant permaculture spectrum originates with the emptiness of winter's purgation, death, to evolve bio-systemically toward, to incarnate as to inform, to revolve full cycle to incorporate the opposite end of life's spectrum, not mere half-assed egocentric and anthrocentric competitive life, but fully sustainable health and well-being wealth from now through our grandchildren's grandchildren, and all their several cousins of diversely rainbowed and sensually intelligent holonic RNA/DNA-encrypted encrypting, predicting, forms with functional memory eco-logical species, bio-logic information processor systems, bicamerally fully conscious. We reverse our Left-brain dominant economic overshoot! Yeah us! As our cognitive disconnection from our own permacultural story evaporates, this confusion about measuring wealth with money rather than with sustainable, ecological health, about-faces toward inclusively co-operative survival of the most synergetically interdependent systems, evolving, positive deviant psychologizing new economizing healthy wealth, rather than BusinessAsUsual industry, pursuing toxic short-term Win-Lose evolutionary designs and plans for exponential development; collective worship of Left-brain dominant Ego-theism rather than continuing our pilgrimage toward Left-Right bicameral mutual governing equivalence values following a nutritional thrival trail back to our Original Big Bang ProGenitor, TransParent Pre-Temporal Timing of our Elder Right lens back through nutritional enculturing transparently binomial, time's core spinal prime-fold, erupting solid massively dense formation out informing polyculturing functions, flow streams, frequency intervals fractal seasonal revolving rhythms of radiantly Bi(0)-versive Exodus of Love's enlightening Time. When we choose healthy co-operative survival optimization by starving competition to accumulate wealth deposits, we will address stealth impoverishment, now feverishly hiding within un-consciousness of economically and politically and ecologically violating Golden Rules that advocate health and sustainable hope for all Earth's Grandchildren; the pan-ultimate measure of a culture's true wealth is its mutually balanced positive through double-negative nutritional feedback loops, seeking our Zero-Sum Co-Operatively Healthy Win-Win Eco-Normic Game Plan. Polynomial Power sustainably optimizes where monomial center trends toward Universal Co-Passion, healthy fulsome fusing flows and frequently reiterated functional patterns of HereNow TransParent Bicameral Consciousness, Ego as SoleSubject greets and mutually bows toward Eco-Logical WeSelf-as-SuperEco's Objective, Correlational, Co-incident, Bi-Nomially Permaculturally Balancing Time's 3-dimensional bodymind Space, Place, Pace of unfolding polyculturing Beloved Community Memory and ReDevelopment. PermaCulturists, like messianic shamans of all times and cultures, steward natural systems with a mutual-mentoring premise. Our Host Environment, EcoSystem, is both our Subject in the present moment and our Objective reconnecting toward a shared cooperative future, inclusive of all endogenous natural systems, species, air and water flows, sun and shadow glows. This SuperEco ProGenitor Hosts and Teaches through Elder Memory synchronicity. First, permaculturing prophets and alchemists listen requiring the purgation of Ego- and Anthro- Dominance; recovering EcoCentrism confluent with all SpaceTime balance and harmonies, flows with positive and negative functions, ionic frequencies, ironic humors cognitive dissonance too often hiding psychological dynamics striving for comprehensively balanced Eco-Consciousness, Eco-Zero-Centrism and Balance, as EcoLogical BioJustice Economics and CoOperative Governance. Bicamerally Left-Right confluent con-science brings sustainable healthy wealth of RNA-rooted memory systems. Bicameral Binomial-Consciousness emerges as human nature's cooperative stewardship our co-mentoring vocation, Commons-space syntax shared with equal rights by all Earth's Natural Systems. EgoCentrism is eisegetically held as good and normal and appropriate only as long as AnthroCentrism remains Left-brain Dominant, continues economically incarnating through Win-Lose competitive assumptions rather than choosing permacultural models for EctoSymbiotic Polycultural Revolution. A Bodhisattva-Ego lives in cooperative service with SuperEco, Universally Thermodynamic Balanced (0)-Centric, 4-Prime Dimensional, bio- and eco-logical, caretaker and metric "PlaceHolder" Polyculturist within Earth's RNA-syntax Tribes, encultured fractal (0)-sum economically cooperative souls, blossom Beloved Economic Community in full "Climax", incarnating integrative positive trending economic development, as transmillennial revolution away from pursuing wealth, toward co-operative health as our ecological paradigm for dialogical and economically sustainable re-exodus toward wealth optimization with equivalent creative freedom for all, in Beloved co-passionate peace.

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Revolutionary Story

They called their gang The ReVolutionaries, my Father Sun and Mother Earth drew time with them, but they often called themselves Yang and YinYin, respectively and mutually respectful yet privately erotic, not so much politically and economically where Yang could not fit in for rabid competition and YinYin could not alone float her dipolar WinWin health-care priority boat. Where was I in my Creation Geneology, YinYin? Once again you did not get past much of a preliminary introduction, without me, Sugar Daddy Yang. Oh yes, Father Sun and Mother Earth got together co-gravitationally, first creating a nondual revolution out of spacetime's co-arising and revolving implied-fractal-seasoned syntax, natural systemic order of healthy evolution, as not-not pathologically dual-dark devolution, probably too much Yin-recessive in this Yang-dominant Creation Story. Even so, Father Sun with Mother Earth revolved their bilateral health potential. Then, next time you know, here you are, bangin around with too-dominant Left-brained Yang, slippin' in some wise ol' tough love, stirrin' up your Owl with your Moose Medicine for stronger regenerative tissue issues, still struggling between SunPowerLens and EarthFlowLens, primally RNA-balanced informating regenerative health and therapy relationship re-issues articulating as bicamerally climatic neural-temporal boundary tissue, or is it the other way? So confusing all this time travel appositional and dialectical health language, like RNA, pointing toward your lovely and always mindful DiPolar EcoPresence as HereNow Time in self-refining, reiteratively flowing, spring of love's rich nutritional water and incarnate soil, soul mating Heaven's fire warm photosynthetic transformational co-redemptively climaxing air of sweeping surfing elating Time's Full ReGenerate Occupation, living still within our TransParent Elders, of which we each share equal DNA/RNA neural-temporal regenerative-fractal Implicate-Concave Orders of rhythm and pattern and syntax, folding and unfolding, holonic-Holy Exegetical Syntax Scripture teleologizing enriching enculturing composting time's revolutionary health through TransParent CoOperating Golden Rule of Prime (0)-soul/soil, ego/eco, Interior/Exterior, Fractal PolyCultural Relationship. That's nice, Daddy Yang, having said all that, I'm wondering if I might add that as I most kindly remember, there are two sides to every Creation Story, one is Ego's Yang Exterior Universal view, while EcoOther YinYin echoes our Interior Landscape nondual co-arising love for empathic capacity as rich nutritional experience, co-elational syntax-voices of primal feeling and knowing Yang/Yin is healthier as LoseSome BusinessAsUsual to WinSome YinYin Tipping Point CoOperative Wisdom. Yet even this wu wei PostMillennial TaoZen Bicameral Hybrid Story is not the Fat Lady Death's Door final message you are fearing within YinYin's WinWin EcoRevolutionary 0-soul Creation Story of a bicamerally self-optimizing health and safety global network with local cooperative poli-economic communication guilds, nutrient 0-interest investment through implementation polycultural local ecosystemic-balancing glory, cooperating our WinWin Mutual PolyEnculturation Story. YinYin, namaste for your generous and kind-natured right-time reminder, to win dialogical Solitaire, not only does Yang Ego think therefore I Win, but nondual co-arising of Right-time's sequence and dialect syntaxed cards of Other cooperatively win this balancing fractal 4 spacetimed principle of steering co-gravitational positivity, implied predelivery doctors and progenitors of ReGenetic-Health Optimization Time, most sacred Positive BiCameral Psychology of more humane natural ecosystems, RNA-iconic as ionic, CoMessianic Cross with Tao-Time Universal Black full-diastatic and dipolar synaptic absorbs WhiteNoise Aptic EcoPresent TransParentcy, and vice versa with reverse-temporal imaging ecoconscious capacity. We are both GooeyRight and PricklyLeft more truly balanced as positive/negative deviant equity seekers, healthy optimizers ecotherapeutic lovers of peace with ecojustice, evolving an Ego/Eco Deductive/Inductive ConScience of BiNomial (0)-Centric 4D spacetime as our CoOperative Creation Story. Group Theory's Zero-bilateral symmetrical implied dipolar function as bilinear double-bound soul could be RealTime expressed: fold, unfold, refold, pregenitive full-4 revolutionary closure Byte-Fold Balance, inside-double-negative with outside double-boundaried dynamically revolving, waving-linear Tao-sign, principle of thermodynamic balancing dipolarity. PolyNomial ++ evolves WinWin equivalent to LoseLose (--) NotNot PolyNomial 4D spacetime prime 0-centric Origin Point of Language and Scripture toward future's (0)Mega Point Bicameral Creation Story as EcoPresent Now, our timeless invitation into full healthy love, life as co-empathic bicameral love-positive, restrained only by its absence, cognitive-affective neural informating health/pathology-dissonance, heading toward climatic long-term TransMillennial effects of chronic stress, sleep deprivation, overly competitive ecosystems of all paradigmatic and polymorphic varieties, and crappy nightmare claustrophobic death and dying dreams. Yang space flows through YinYin Time's Light as Time's syntaxed memory folds and unfolds, refolds and prefolds revolutionary ecosystemic transitions, emerging Full-PolyCultural Diastatically Elational Climaxing Beloved PolyPathic BiCameral Communicating Interior Landscaped LoveNow-EcoTherapySpace. Was that my Fat Lady YinYin? Now you know I am just right for you; you're the one getting too hefty for your own internal and external balancing capacity. Maybe I need more exercise. Maybe you need to get off me, and help me paddle... Did I say "paddle"? Yes, love I know, you mean to flow your Revolution Creation Story right through PostMillennial cooperative enculturation

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The Queen’s Amusement

      A banquet. Yes, a banquet. One that filled the air with the salty smell of freshly cooked meat. A feast, fit for an army. An army that served under Kimiko’s hand, to be clear. No other man would sit at the end of the banquet table. It seated approximately 100 men; only her best knights and captains were invited. The seat at the far end of the table was fixed with a throne made of deep red mahogany and decorated with fine purple silk. Only the finest comforts for the Queen.       However, items were trivial in her eyes. Eyes that saw all. What the world had to offer, what she had the right to take. What it owed her, what it longed from her. For the very earth this kingdom and all of its land sat upon was truly her Earth; all her own. It would bend if she allow it, it would crumble under her heel if she so damn well pleased.       The queen waited among the shadows, yellow eyes piercing around smooth marble columns. A lilac evening gown fit her frame just so, accentuating love-making curves and feigning a clean perfection to supple, porcelain skin. Hand cut crystals of amethyst and moonstone peppered silky ebony locks. She kept wild hair tamed with a halo braid, letting the rest of her waves fall loose over her shoulders, down her back. Not a strand should fall to her face and take any attention away from her gaze.                            That soul-shattering, bone-chilling gaze.

      It was said that her gaze put men to an eternal slumber - it was said that her gaze has set whole villages aflame. Only a fool would dare hold such a penetrating stare for longer than a fleeting moment. Unless they desired their soul to be stripped from the very core of their steaming carcass. Yes, Tamashi Kimiko, Queen of this dastardly kingdom, wouldn’t think twice of stealing a life, whether or not he had a wife.        And a kiss? A poisonous kiss fallen from such crimson lips would suck the very air from helpless lungs. A kiss from her majesty was only safe when dreaming; though even the burliest of men have been known to sit up from their chambers in a girlish fright.        As her guests filed in, their clamor filling the hall and shaking black chain chandeliers, Kimiko watched on, her bare back brushing over sleek marble before she tucked herself away into the shadows once more. They would not eat a single spoonful until she had sat. And they would utter not a single word as she made her appearance. Only until the noise was unbearable, only until it beat within her chest cavity, shook her ivory bones -- Only then did she reveal herself.        The moment she emerged from darkness, the very second her silver slipper tapped a clean step, there was absolute silence. Such silence after a violent uproar made the ears ring; but the brutes would ignorantly believe that such noise was by her doing alone. Yes, none of them knew how to read, nor how to hold a feathered ink pen. Such a shame. However, she supposed that this is what made them so different than her. Their brains were just another muscle mass; her brain was an object of longevity.        With enough poise to strike a heart through the apex, with enough elegance to make a swan envious, Kimiko strode with pride to her throne. Lifting a sharp chin, all eyes rested upon her raised palm. She felt the very heat of her power and she reveled in it. With one gesture, they all pushed back their chairs and stood like trained chivalrous monkeys. Her lips quirked in a sickening smirk.        She did not speak a word, she only sat. Taking her sweet time, Kimiko tucked one leg over the other, sheer fabric sliding over her slim thighs and showing enough skin to give a priest a lifetime sentence. Most Queens would fancy themselves a heap of petticoats - however, Tamashi Kimiko wasn’t like most queens, now was she?        Finally, after she felt the spring-wire of impatience coil within a vast majority of them, she raised her hand again and made a simple gesture. The men sat in unison, all heads facing her. They waited without hesitation, with undying devotion. Her meal was brought on a silver platter and looked much more virtuous than the rest of the mush that filled wooden bowls. As the smells wafted to her nose, the Highest Honor leaned in and took a whiff. Her loyal servant stood beside her, stiff with unfaltering obedience. However, his lack of attention made her tick, and with a hasty snap of long fingers, the young man leaned in to try a piece of each part of her meal. Folding her hands over her stomach, Kimiko watched in placid boredom, eyelids drooping heavily with irritability.        When he was clearly free from death’s grasp, Kimiko picked up the silverware and touched a taste of foliage to her lips. Raising her eyes, she took the first bite. With one small action, the feast was called to a start. Men wasted no time in devouring the meat like the grimy pigs they were, soiling themselves with grease and buttering up with glistening fat. Sitting back, the queen watched how her army swallowed their plates as though they’ve never been fed Beast before. As though she’d never treated them to feast after feast. How despicable ; how selfish.         After she had enough of their glutton, a single hand rose and the sounds of jubilant pigs stumbled to a broken halt. Juices of charred Beast flesh dribbled from parted lips, and stubby hands sat dirtied in their squabble. Men were a disgusting thing.        A thin lipped smile traced fair features as she deliberately stole a glance from each man at the table, near and far. It came with great pride to notice that every brute of a man dropped their gaze, like mere lambs to the slaughter. 100 rats sitting in a cage; with but a single hungry serpent to entertain.

                                      What a goddamn shame.       Her royal guard shifted beside her, sheets of platinum metal searing against one another and breaking such beautiful silence. It was a thorn under her eye, a sore ego bruised upon such ignorant action. One should know when to stay still. Attention had broken from her majesty and instead fleetingly found her guard as an object of more importance. This she would not have, not at all. A short growl left her lips and made a few in the front row jump, a slippery slice of salted meat falling from their grasp and rattling the plate against the table.        Once all noise heeded her silent command, she spoke up. “ It must be heard that your devotion is very much noticed under a keen eye, my men. I will not stand for no cowards; nor will I allow any grievances be made to the fallen. Death struck them in their time of need. If a man must fall, let him fall with dignity.” Her words pierce the air like the finely tuned blade of an icicle.                                             Drip. Drip. Drip.       Kimiko weeded the weak ones out; how she saw their pain and grief behind bloodshot eyes. A toying smile pulls her lips upward, eyes narrowing to anyone who dared to stare back. She knew how entrancing her gaze was, how enticing her voice was. “ And let it be known,” She rose her voice steadily, the power of a thousand kings before it pushing onward, making warrior’s hearts shiver and crumple. “ That a knight who cowards before the eyes of death was not worthy of living a formidable life in the first place! ” This she shouted, slamming her goblet of wine against the table in such a way that fluid splashed over the edge of the cup and stained red against splintered wood.       Lips folded in on one another to stop the quivering -- oh, how those drooping faces of woe and despair make her all the more thirsty. Suddenly, a break in the trend. One man lifted from his chair, shaking visibly in his untamed anger.                            Rage can only be beautiful within my grasp.        She had amused herself, that was for sure. Eagerly, she sat back in her chair, hands stretching forward and fingers slowly clasping over the arms of her throne. The Queen waited like a child on Christ’s morning, nearly wriggling in her seat.        “ He was a good man,” The soldier started, his fist slowly clenching into a mighty block of scarred skin. Dragging a finger under her jaw, Kimiko tilted her head and looked down to him condescendingly. Almost as if she had not a clue what he was referring to. “ Geoffrey was a good man! ” He shouted, “ He left a wife and three children behind - we all get scared sometimes, i-it’s only human! ”  His roars shook silverware. Tension increased within the taut shoulders of knights surrounding the table. They were trained for war, but not for what they’d soon experience.        “ That’s where you’re wrong. Fear is a weakness. A true man of war knows how to bury that back with his father’s remains.” She sneered, a glint shining over amber irises.        A fat, chunky finger pointed to Her Majesty, to which her imperial guard placed a practiced hand against the hilt of his sword. No one dares such a foolish action -- succumbed with powerful emotion or not. “ Y-you’re nothing but an evil, soul-stealing witch! You let your people suffer for your own amusement! Y-you like sending us to our inevitable deaths, don’t you?” His words trembled, but it was clear that he had made his decision. His grave was dug and he was ready to lie in it.        That was were the line was drawn.            Silly men. Silly men and their tedious emotions.                                            How pathetic.       With a click of her tongue against pearly whites, two unnaturally large men hooked their meaty arms under that of the perpetrator's. She rose slowly, deliberately, as the fool was brought to her in a bustle of flailing limbs. With a single hand upon greasy tendrils, Kimiko pressed his head down and the guards forced him upon his knees. A calloused hand was used to force the man’s head up. May he look in her eyes and see that this is what it meant to stare at death herself.       Leaning forward, Kimiko kept herself within twelve inches of his face, careful to distance herself from such filth. “ You’ll listen to my words, and listen carefully because they will be the last words you will hear.” The malice in her voice dripped in every syllable. Acid like that could melt through the polished marble beneath her feet.       “ I have a kingdom to rule, people to protect. My army is supposed to be made up of men who see me as the number one woman in their life, regardless of mother or wife. They are men whom devote their lives to this kingdom’s benefit. Fear is a disgusting trait you have learned from those who aren’t truly devoted. Tucking your poor man-skin between your legs and cowering in the midst of battle and bloodshed is an abominable, pathetic way to die. A true warrior roars in the face of death and accepts his eternal sentence with dignity.” Words growl and spit, snarl and rumble from her chest, bubbling in the back of her throat with a clear loathsome tone.       His face is rotten with insolence. The feared Queen of this land straightens her back and her face drops from it’s once twisted, apprehensive state.                                        “ What a waste of flesh. ”       Without a moment’s hesitation, Kimiko twists her body and snatches the heavy broadsword from her guard's hilt, unsheathing it and pivoting back to her victim. Swinging the sword from over her shoulder, Kimiko lopped his head clean off. The sound of flesh sweltering against cool metal was one she would relish; it was nearly as pleasing as the sound of loose flesh smacking against the sleek floor, the gurgling of blood bubbling from severed arteries. Fizzing up with her elation, Kimiko watched as lifeless eyes stared up into a vast void, the temple touching her toe. She was painted gloriously in vibrant red with streaks of crimson. The liquid was warm, the taste was coppery. Touching the tip of the sword to the marble, Her Majesty crouched and delved her fingers into grubby hair, picking up the severed head and letting it sway in her grasp as she addressed the table. Yellow eyes were lit with the life she had stolen, though something monstrously dark lurked beneath. The dozens of faces that contorted in horror and shock only fed fuel to her ever growing flame.       “ And let this, be a reminder of who guides you. Who guides this Kingdom! ” She drops the loose head upon her plate, shaking the table with it’s weight and ruffling the untouched greens that once sat there. With that, Kimiko slid her tongue between thumb and forefinger, a red streak staining her lips. Slowly, she lifted a mighty hand up, her lilac dress dazzled in a new righteous shade of red.                                            “ -- Now leave my sight.”