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Once Upon a Time 3x07 “Dark Hollow” Review

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Well, we officially have a love triangle going on, although Emma seems to want no part of it. Ariel and Belle make quite the plucky duo. And who would have guessed that Peter Pan was keeping John and Michael Darling alive for his own nefarious plan? On the plus side, Rumple now has ammo to capture Pan, thus ensuring he can come home to Belle.

Summary: Neal tells the group how he used the coconut to get off of Neverland the first time, which leads himself, Hook, and Emma into Dark Hollow to capture a shadow. Ariel and Belle search for Pandora’s Box for Ariel to bring back to Neverland, but are held up by an unlikely pair.

Opening: Clock Tower

New Characters:

John and Michael Darling: We really don’t find out too much about them. Basically, Pan has kidnapped their sister, Wendy, presumably allowed them to grow up enough to be able to do things for him, and now they need to get and destroy Pandora’s Box in order to get Wendy back. They are obviously very loyal to Wendy, and blame themselves for her predicament. Fortunately, Belle convinces them (after setting a coal cart on them), that they are the winning side and they can beat Pan with Pandora’s Box.

Character Observations:

Henry: He is convinced that Pan is hiding his family from him. Henry wants to know where Pan goes when he disappears from camp if it’s not to see his family hidden somewhere. Henry tells Pan he’s going to find out what it is. Oh, Henry. The first rule of trying to find out if someone’s hiding something, is not to tell them that you think they’re hiding something. Pan sends Felix to get ‘supplies’ and so Henry follows him, in the least stealthy way possible. He’s practically breathing down Felix’s neck he’s so close. He even does the classic step on a twig and hide move so Felix doesn’t catch him. Henry eventually finds the tree house(?) that Pan has put Wendy into (Felix drops a bag of apples in front of the ladder). He wonders why she’s so far away from camp and she tells him that she’s sick and Pan doesn’t want anyone else to catch it. Wendy also tells him she’s sick because the magic of Neverland is fading. Then she tells him how much he looks like his father, and that she knew him when he was a boy. Wendy then tells him he needs to leave so he doesn’t get sick and he promises to come back for her. He ‘runs’ into Pan on the way back to camp and confronts him about Wendy. Pan pretends he hid Wendy from him because he didn’t want Henry to know that because magic is dying, so is a young girl. Henry buys this hook, line, and sinker, and now wants to know how he can help save magic. Pan tells him it’s not how but where and leads him to Skull Rock, where the heart of the truest believer will be their salvation. Pan feeds into Henry’s wannabe hero complex by telling him saving magic will require heroism and sacrifice, and if Henry doesn’t realize that by sacrifice that means him, then I don’t know if he’s worth saving.

Belle: She’s obviously upset about Rumple leaving and going to sacrifice himself, even if it is for his grandson. Archie, the Blue Fairy, and the dwarfs see that she is upset and discover that Rumple left her with a cloaking spell to protect the spell. It’s the first spell she’s ever cast so she’s nervous. Blue Fairy tells her she needs to believe in herself (do spells not work if you don’t believe in them?), and it looks like it won’t work for a hot second, but then it does, and a huge cloaking dome encapsulates Storybrooke. Five days and four rejected cheeseburgers later, Archie is trying to psychoanalyze Belle in Granny’s (with his first question being ‘You miss him, don’t you?’ Well, duh!) Belle is upset because Rumple has gone off to his death and she feels like she can’t do anything to help him. Archie reminds her that she helped put up the cloaking spell, but pouring a potion over rocks apparently isn’t that big of a deal in her eyes. Archie tells her that she’s protecting the town from outsiders, but she thinks that was just a distraction because he doesn’t really need her. Which is when Leroy brings Ariel over with the news that Rumple needs her. Ariel hands her the sand dollar Rumple gave her and Belle is confused about what she’s supposed to do with it. She finally figures out that it holds a message from Rumple that gives clues as to how to find Pandora’s Box. Belle’s just excited that Rumple wants her help. I have to roll my eyes over this whole thing. The Belle that we saw in the Enchanted Forest knew her worth. She used books and her smarts to find the Yaoguai and figure out that he was the enchanted Prince Phillip in The Outsider. Yet here she has self-doubt because the man she loves didn’t take him with her to find his grandson? And she only gets her mojo back because he needs her? Ugh! Belle finally figures out that placing the chipped tea cup in it’s normal place in the cupboard activates a secret panel on the floor which is where he keeps Pandora’s Box. Which is, of course, when John and Michael come in with their guns, tie up Belle and Ariel , and take the box. Belle tries to convince them that they don’t know who they’re working for, but they are quite aware that Pan is their boss and that Greg and Tamara were patsies for their plan, which confuses her even more. They leave with the box. Belle laments about how every time she tries to be a hero she fails (I’m sure Prince Phillip would disagree). Belle figures out that they can get out of the ropes if Ariel gets her fins back, and somehow this words (not sure how considering they were mainly tied up around their chests, but okay). Belle figures out the men went to the mines to destroy the box with one of the dwarfs' pick axes. Belle tries to play on their sympathies by telling them that people they care about will die if they destroy the box, but they tell her they have the same issue if they don’t destroy the box. At least Belle is smart enough to send a coal cart careening their way to stop them from destroying the box. Belle finally convinces them that Rumple will be able to stop Pan, thus freeing their sister, and that’s when we find out, officially, that they are John and Michael Darling. Belle says goodbye to Ariel at the shore and is happy that Rumple will be able to defeat Pan and come home to her.

Neal/Emma/Hook: Oh look, the love triangle no one asked for. Anyway, Neal informs them that he escaped with Pan’s Shadow, but Emma doesn’t think they’ll be able to get it because they can’t get near Pan. Hook informs her his shadow is an entity unto itself, so they don’t actually need to get anywhere near Pan. Neal is actually thankful that Hook is going with them to find the shadow, since he knows the island just as well as Neal. Emma asks Mary Margaret when she’s going to forgive David since she’s still giving him the cold shoulder. Emma understands where David is coming from, not wanting to jeopardize the mission with his problems. Mary Margaret tells her to be careful with Neal and Hook since they both have feelings for her. Emma doesn’t want to deal with that. All she cares about is Henry. The trio head back to Neal’s cave to find the coconut. Emma goes to find where it’s hidden and Hook has a really awkward conversation with Neal about his and Emma’s kiss, assuming that Emma had told him. Neal tries to play it off as Emma being too focused on getting their son back (and also throwing in his face the fact that they have a son together), but you can see the hurt in his eyes that Emma kissed Hook and didn’t tell him, especially after he told her he’d fight for them. Emma brings the coconut to them and Neal says it’s not a star map but a way to trap Pan’s Shadow. Neal tells them they have to go to Dark Hollow. Hook looks frightened, Emma wonders why it couldn’t have a happier name. Hook tells her that it’s basically where the Shadows live and all light is snuffed out. They get to a particularly dense piece of jungle and Emma takes out Neal’s cutlass that Hook gave her in The Heart of the Truest Believer, almost slicing Hook who is behind her. Neal thinks she found it in the cave, but she tells him Hook gave it to her. Hook says he thought Emma might want something to remember him by, but Neal reminds him that he’s there now and goes off to hack the jungle brush. Emma wants to know what that was all about and he tells her he accidentally told Neal about their kiss. Emma wants to know why he would assume she’d told him, and Hook thought that maybe it meant something to her. Poor Hook. He’s really looking for some validation that it wasn’t a one time thing. She tells him that it meant a lot that he told them Neal was alive. He tells her it was a test from Pan, to see if he’d choose an old friend over the woman they both wanted. She’s impressed because he’s a pirate. For the first time, Hook looks upset over being called a pirate, or that Emma only sees him as one. He tells her that when he wins her heart, and he will win her heart, it won’t involve any trickery. It will be because she wants him. And I’m just going to cry in the corner now, because that is the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard. Emma takes a minute to catch her breath over that confession, and tells him that it’s not a contest. Hook tells her she’ll have to choose and she says she only has to choose how to save her son. Hook tells her she’ll get him back because he’s never seen her fail, and Emma is just glowing from all the faith he has in her, because, let’s face it, no one, especially Neal, has ever had this much faith in her. Neal interrupts their little moment when he’s finally found Dark Hollow. Neal explains that they’ll light the candle in the coconut and the Shadows will be drawn to it. Once in the coconut, they put the lid on and they have a trapped Shadow. Neal tries to light the candle with a Zippo, but it’s too windy. Hook gets impatient and tries to steal the lighter, and then he and Neal start fighting over it like children. Yep, that’s definitely the way to impress Emma. Even Emma calls them out over it. They lose the lighter in the scuffle and then the Shadows come and take the men and try to rip out their shadows. Emma is hunched in a corner of some logs freaking the eff out. Eventually she remembers that she has magic, and after a few false starts, manages to light the candle and catch Pan’s Shadow. She is very impressed with herself. Neal wants to know how she managed to do it and is not happy that Regina is teaching Emma magic. Emma has now gone from impressed to stunned. I find it pretty ironic that Neal left the Enchanted Forest to get away from magic, and now the girl he’s fighting for has it. Emma is pissed off at both Neal and Hook for their behavior. Hook feels the need to tell her that it wasn’t the lighter they were fighting over and she just looks at him like he’s the biggest idiot in the world. She tells them the only person she is choosing is Henry (this always reminds me of the 90210 moment where Kelly chooses herself, rather than choose between Brandon or Dylan). At least both Hook and Neal look properly chagrined. When they get to Tink’s place, Neal comes in like the conquering hero, like he did all the work when all he did was almost get himself killed. Neal and Tink have a lot of chemistry going on there. Maybe he can forget Emma and get with Tink instead. Problem solved. Anyway, Hook angrily states that they did it, and wonders if Tink will now help them (you can tell he’s angry because he’s popping all the letters when he speaks). Tink finally agrees to work with them now that they have an exit plan. Neal apologizes again to Emma and agrees that they need to put Henry first.

Mary Margaret/David: Mary Margaret is not speaking to David and he’s not happy about it, but he knows he’s in the dog house, so he doesn’t push it. While the love triangle goes off to find Pan’s Shadow, Mary Margaret and David head to Tink’s tree house to let her know about the plan. David tried to get her to talk to him, but she’s not ready. He tries to defend his decision not to tell her, but she just keeps heading to Tink’s. David changes tactics by pointing out the nice places in the jungle that he could build a hut. Mary Margaret just gets annoyed by that. She just continues on. David actually calls her Snow to get her attention, and eventually tells her that she needs to say something, anything. That gets Mary Margaret going. She wants to know why she needs to say something when he didn’t say a word to her about his being poisoned. He wanted to find a cure and then he wouldn’t have to say anything and worry anyone. Mary Margaret points out that he was cured and he still didn’t say anything. David finally tells her he was scared. Mary Margaret thinks he was scared that she wouldn’t stay with him, but David was actually scared that she would. He didn’t want to force her to stay with him. Mary Margaret says love means staying together, but David says it also means sacrifice. Mary Margaret says she’ll happily stay and dodge poison arrows and Lost Boys with him, as long as they’re together. She tells him he didn’t believe in them, and he needs to believe. David apologizes. And this is a really sweet scene between these two. It’s no wonder they’re married in real life. They pull off being a married couple so well. It seems these two lovebirds have finally made up.

Regina/Rumple: Rumple has drawn some kind of map to get Ariel to Storybrooke. She says she would have to cross several realms, but she can do it. He enchants a sand dollar for her to give to Belle with instructions. Ariel asks Regina where she’ll find Eric, but Regina tells her she needs to bring the box first, and then she’ll tell her that information. She tells Ariel incentives are important. Ugh! She’s a grown mermaid, not a kid Henry’s age. That was very condescending. Ariel wonders how she’ll know Regina will uphold her end of the bargain, and Regina says she’ll just have to trust her. Considering what Regina did to her last time, I’m surprised Ariel took the deal. Regina and Rumple discuss whether Rumple truly believes Belle will come through for them. Regina realizes Rumple truly loves Belle. She seems shocked that he could love someone. Rumple takes her tone to mean she’s jealous. Regina scoffs at being jealous of Belle, but Rumple accuses her of being jealous that he has someone and she doesn’t. Luckily, Ariel arrives before Regina can either ruminate on her feelings or send a fireball at him. Rumple seems shocked that they actually managed to get the box to him. Regina magicks Ariel’s bracelet so she can have legs whenever she wants. Ariel tells them about Wendy and the Darlings and that Belle wants them to try and rescue Wendy. Regina doesn’t want to stray from the mission to save Henry, but Ariel reminds her that without her and Belle, they wouldn’t have the box to save Henry. Rumple says they’ll do their best and Regina isn’t happy about another side mission interfering with her trying to save her son. Rumple tells Ariel to tell Belle he loves her and will see her again. Regina looks like she isn’t too sure about that last part.

Pan/Wendy: Pan basically manipulates Henry into believing magic is dying and he’s the only one who can save it by making Wendy lie about being sick because of magic dying. Wendy doesn’t like lying to Henry (especially since he’s Bae’s son). Pan finally has Henry right where he wants him.

Questions:

Did Rumple give Belle a spell or a potion? Or was it instructions as to what to do with the potion? Because a spell usually involves some chanting or saying of instructions, and all Belle did was pour the potion into the vein of fairy dust.

Is Rumple drawing a portal map to Storybrooke? How would he know how the mermaid portals work?

Does Ariel normally live in Neverland waters? How does Pan know when she leaves? Is it because she was sitting on the rock?

Ok, seriously, how does Pan communicate with people not in Neverland?

When did Rumple ‘record’ the sand dollar message for Belle? Or is it just a magic message?

When did Rumple have time to set up the hiding of Pandora’s Box and the teacup to activate it? Did he think that Belle would be the only person to have access to it, or was it just a sweet reminder for himself?

Why is it so light in Dark Hollow? When the lanterns went out it didn’t change the lighting level at all.

Why is the Shadow attracted to light? In Second Star to the Right Bae used a match to scare the Shadow into dropping him in the water.

What are the holes for in the coconut? To let the shadow breathe?

How the hell does Belle walk in the mines in 6 inch stiletto heels? I get that they didn’t have a lot of time, but she couldn’t have found a pair of flats or some boots?

Why is Belle always so confused when villains have personal stakes in the game? She had no idea about Milah’s true death in The Outsider with Hook, and now she’s completely stunned that Pan is forcing the Darlings to help him because he has their sister.

How has Pan kept the Darling boys alive all this time? Were they in Neverland until the time was right for them to ‘grow up’?

Why did Pan take Wendy? What purpose does she serve him? He obviously doesn’t care for her like in the books and movies.

Does Wendy really think Henry looks like Bae, or did she just tell him that to help believe?

Observations:

It has been five days since Emma and crew went to Neverland.

I don’t know why, but Belle’s blue nailpolish bugs me. It doesn’t seem in character for her to have blue nailpoilsh.

There’s a teddy bear keychain hanging from the dash of the Darling’s car.

What luck that the Darlings just happened to be trying to get into Storybrooke at the exact time that Belle was casting the cloaking spell.

The Darling’s license plate is from Minnesota.

Ariel’s bracelet is only enchanted for 24 hours.

Pan senses when Ariel leaves Neverland.

There’s a No Shirt, No Shoes, No Service policy at Granny’s.

Emma and crew rescued Neal from the Echo Caves the day before according to David.

Pandora’s Box contains the World’s Greatest Evil.

Emma only yells Hook’s name when the Shadows take him and Neal.

I’m going to assume that it took longer to rip Hook and Neal’s shadows from their bodies because they’re from the Enchanted Forest, whereas when they just ripped Greg’s from his body in a few seconds, it was because he was from The Land Without Magic.

John uses Happy’s axe when he attempts to destroy Pandora’s Box.

Wendy looks pretty good considering she’s been in a box for over a century.

It looks like Pan finally has his plan moving into place, now that he has Henry believing, Emma is not playing into the love triangle at the moment, and both David and Mary Margaret will be staying in Neverland once this is all over. Rumple now has Pandora’s Box, so let’s hope he is able to use it and actually defeat Pan.

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maladaptive-ninja-returns · 6 years

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Without Question (8)

Steve Rogers x Reader

Content: angst, fluff, and some new discoveries apparently

Warnings: None

Word Count: Hi there! Never thought you’d see me again, would you? ehehehe. *sigh* What am I doing with my life?

MASTERLIST in bio

"You talked to her? To that...that thing?" "Yes. And she showed me an entire alien fleet coming for the earth to destroy it. Inside out." "And you believe her." "They want to kill her, Steve. I don't think she has any motive to lie."

You brush away the branches in your way, walking straight through the familiar tall trees you found Steve and yourself dumped in. Loki had teleported you and the captain away from the facility, but he had not been generous enough to drop the two of you right next to your house. The forest occasionally felt alive with the sounds of a bird chirping here and there, sending a mating call or pointing out the position of predators. The dull green and dirt hue was lit up only by the lone blue bathrobe still covering you- wrapping the fabric around yourself as securely as possible- and the stench of wet pines was overpowered by Steve's alert presence right behind you. "So she's been hiding here...in you," Steve's hoarse voice concludes as he takes a step to move ahead of you- jumping over the rocks and logs rotting in the middle of the path- to help you cross them in as modest a way as possible. "Yes," you affirm as your voice tries its best not to waver when Steve's strong pale arms wrap around your waist and thighs- securing the robe under his hold, giving it no chance to slip in a way you don't like- to pick you up and safely help you land away from the hurdles. Ever the gentleman. Your hands involuntarily wrap around his neck, grazing the back, making both you and he take a moment to still the sudden flicker your bodies feel on each other's touch. "She and her friend had run away from their home because she broke the law and was to be executed," you continue, trying to hide the colour in your heated cheeks by bringing forth your hand to tuck your hair behind your ear. "What did she do?" Steve's blue is bright with specks of silver floating over them, just like a clear shallow part of an ocean reflecting the sun from its surface, competing with the sunset in its full prestige. At that moment your heart wants to wrap his entirety in its strings, keep the man warm, safe, and close. Closer than you want to. Close enough to feel his skin over yours. But the reality stings. "She um..." you take those inquisitive crummy thoughts and shove them in a tiny cage in a dim lit corner of your mind, "saw her future." The words make Steve pause, his brooding beard carrying wrinkles of confusion. "Her species can alter time. They can travel from one timeline to another. Forward, backward, sideways, you name it," you sigh and shrug before rubbing your temples with your fingers. "She saw her future and found out that the alphas were using their battalions as pawns while invading other planets. Thousands of her comrades sacrificed just so the ones sitting at the alters could find strong hosts. Her mother helped her escape but not before the general of their army got word of it." A light breeze makes the forest yawn, reflecting the invisible pain and tiredness you are feeling as your brain tries to process and pass the knowledge you had just been bestowed with from a parasite living inside you. Steve attempts to let your every word seep in and work through his brain. You know in his lingering pause and concern-filled brows that he is trying to figure out the whats and the hows. But what you don't gauge is that he has already moved five steps ahead of you in what all you have thought and are probably thinking right now. "Come on," you try to snap yourself out of the low tide of anxiety touching your shores, "I can see my place." "Why did we even bother going back from here," you mutter to yourself as you start walking in the direction of the familiar white and brown structure peeking through the woods before you feel Steve's arm catch yours, forcing you to stop. "Look at me." His voice is soft but his words are heavy, already dropping a weight on your chest as you turn to look into his eyes; the searing glare making the weight burn. And at that moment you are your most vulnerable. Naked in the most crucial metaphorical sense. And you cannot even help it. The layers are coming down one by one as his adamant look is burning away the carefully placed curtains. Your skin is feeling the goosebumps. Your lungs are getting tight. Your lips want to say something but are scared of giving your fears away. But turns out they don't have to hold the secrets any longer. "Don't you dare." He knows. He has known it since the moment you told him the parasite was in hiding. He knows you think the best way to stop the mayhem would be to give yourself up to gooey bastards. Of course, he knows. He is basically the walking example of being the one to catch hands with anything that involves sacrifices. "You are not doing this." The words escaping his red lips are final, trying to punch hard at your controversial resolve. "Steve, listen to me," you begin, your voice carrying a soothing balance, "I was going to die anyway. At least I'll go out doing something for the greater good." His huff and the scrunched nose reflects transparently the emotions of being done. "Greater good," he echoes, licking his lips before deadpanning on you, "you want to give your second chance away by turning yourself up as a sacrificial lamb. That's your definition of the greater good? What makes you think your death will stop anything?" He steps closer to you, not leaving your arm as he towers over you, making sure your eyes do not fray from his. "What makes you think," he nearly hisses through his teeth, "that killing yourself will make everything all right?" And that darkness you saw in the unlit corners of the facility comes back in his eyes. The familiar beast from that night lurks in front of you in his hollowed blue, making his grasp on your arm just a level tighter but never enough to make it hurt you. "Steve-" "I lost my best friend because he sacrificed himself for the greater good. He died trying to save this planet and quite possibly the entire universe from being wiped away from existence, Y/N," he declares right in your face, the sparks of rage burning through his eyes, "and look where we are still! Fighting another threat! Losing! Hurting! Repeating everything! Every. Single. Thing! I have lost him more times than I can count so don't tell me sacrifice." He moves away from, trying to walk away; trying to leave you with the increasing ache in your heart. "Bucky died protecting you, Steve!" You shout, your voice wavering on registering the blurriness in front of your eyes. "At least have the decency to respect the memory of your own best friend. And I'm quite sure you would have done the same if not something twice as fatal as what he did." He stops in his tracks, letting his mouth fall in an utter offence. "You know what, you two would have made such great partners," he shouts back, turning to face you one more time, "because somehow it's too much when I put myself in harm's way but it is just reasonable enough to give you a reason to die!" "Well isn't it obvious, you dolt!" you announce, your voice box nearly collapsing. "What?!" "We want to do it because we cannot see you die!" A few birds fly away at the reverberations your voice creates. Steve's wrinkled rage collected in brows is diluted by the weight of your words with every passing second. "I have seen my family die too, okay? I have seen my niece and nephew perish right before my eyes before you guys were able to stop Thanos. But I am done seeing people I love die before me. I am done and I am tired and I have started to care about you way too much to even imagine losing you, Steven Rogers." The silence of the forest contains just the sounds of your panting and the crunch of dried leaves under your muddied socks. The only colours apart from you in front of your eyes is Steve's blue shirt stretching every time he inhales, feeling the ache of your words in his lungs. The mesh of all those emotions leaving you now lies between the two of you, waiting to be tugged at from one side or other. He stands there, shocked, appalled, confused, dazed- probably everything at once. What did have you done, your insides groan. "Y/N..." his voice croaks. "Don't," you interrupt him softly, looking down at your fingers while shaking your head, "you don't have to say anything. I just...it just came out without a warn-" You barely register the gentle cold touch on your cheeks under your undone hair strands. Your eyes scarcely move up to watch the arm come forward to hold your face close. Your ears just catch the that one deep inhale his lungs take. Your lips hardly part to roster the minute impact of his fingers on your cheeks when his hot lips press unto yours; to feel his beard touch your skin, scraping it, letting you know it's him. It's confounding at first, to feel his lips on yours; nothing like you imagined- better in every possible way. Then when the touch seems to be real, your hand lingers over his jaw before finally wrapping around his neck. Your eyes close themselves to let your other senses heighten; to feel him- to drink him down- in all ways possible. Finally, your lips press back on his, letting him know he is not the only one craving the other with such urgent need, letting them linger on each other for a moment longer because even the thought of letting go hurts. But you do let go. And breathe in the forest air to let yourself know that this is no dream. "Steve," you declare his name before opening your eyes, almost like an affirmation to some divine powers looking over you. "I care about you too," he answers softly, putting every last ounce doubt in your heart at rest. His blue eyes are dark. Dilated. Hungry. Craving. Parched. You know- better than ever- that you are the one who can put the beast at rest tonight.

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ladyseaheart1668 · 7 years

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Endless Summer Fan Novel (Book 2, Epilogue)

Notes: So, I have decided to start posting Book 3 next week. If I do one chapter a week, just like Pixelberry, I should avoid getting too far ahead. ;) Let me know what you would like to see me novelize next, if anything. Options I’m considering are Hero, It Lives in the Woods, The Royal Romance, and The Crown and the Flame.

The next thing I am aware of is a bitter, biting cold, as if my very blood is frozen. Then violent tremors start to race up my spine. I hear my teeth chattering.

“Come back to me.” The voice above me is somehow familiar. “There you are.”

I feel myself rocking. Suddenly, my fingers and toes are overcome with fiery heat. I squirm as the liquid flames surge up my limbs. I hear myself moan.

“Wh...where...”

“That's it. You're all right.”

My eyelids flutter. I am immediately hit by a blinding light. I throw my hands over my face, pressing into the warm body that cradles my naked form against its soft bare skin. ...Wait, what? The spots start to clear from my vision, and I look up at the face above me. Yvonne the Incorrigible smiles down at me.

“...Yvonne?”

She winks. “Oui. C'est moi. You may call me guardian angel if you wish.”

“You...saved my life.” I blush as I look down and confirm that both of us are naked, wrapped in a blanket. “And you, uh...warmed me up, I guess...”

She laughs. “Don't be so prudish. If I ever have my wicked way with you, I promise you will know.”

I sit up carefully, looking myself over, stretching experimentally. I'm on a small trimaran, floating in calm, crystal blue waters. Dark red bruises stand out starkly on my pale skin, left by Mouse and the bullet that dented my armor. Said armor, and the clothes I had been wearing underneath, are piled at the prow of the boat, my backpack full of amber idols on top of it. I go for the bag first, carefully counting the idols to make sure they're all still present. Finding them all accounted for and unharmed, I slowly move to get dressed. Yvonne takes up the oars, rowing towards the shore. I look around me. To the north, a column of smoke rises from what has to be the MASADA complex.

“You were out for several hours. Do you remember anything?”

“...I fell...”

“Indeed. Very far, very fast, and very ungracefully.”

“Wait...you were there?” She grins at my shocked expression. “But how'd you know to be there? It couldn't have been luck.”

“I was dispatched to your aid by your red-clad friend.”

“...Who?”

“I could not say. But you have someone looking out for you.”

As I start to fasten the various pieces of amber armor on my body, it suddenly occurs to me how warm it is.

“Hold on...are we back in the tropical part of the island?” I look at Yvonne in alarm. “Where are you heading? We need to find the others! They could be hurt!”

“Mais oui. They could be. But La Mer will guide them where they need to go.”

“I need to find them, Yvonne!” I cry.

She pins me with a steely gaze, her eyes narrow. “As you said, you owe me your life. I gave you help, and now I am in need of yours.”

I want to argue further, but I am not in much of a practical position to do so.

“Where are you taking me, then?”

As the belly of the boat starts to scrape the shore, Yvonne hops out onto warm, white sand, and drags her vessel ashore. Drawing her cutlass, she points up at the smoking peak of Mount Atropo.

“There.”

* * *

Yvonne leads me through the dense jungle, slashing at the foliage in our path with her cutlass. After several hours, we emerge at the foot of the volcano.

“This is it,” she says. “C'est impressionnant, non?”

Yvonne gestures ahead. I look up and feel my heart drop, splashing into my stomach. A colossal stone temple is carved into the volcanic base. ...A temple in the shape of a dragon's head...a face jutting out of the mountain...eleven graves within the dragon's mouth.

“Oh, no...nonononono...” I shrink back from it.

“Ma petite blonde, you shiver like the timbers.” Yvonne clicks her tongue. “I thought you a braver soul than this.”

“I...I've been here before. I mean...I've seen it...” I swallow. “...What is it?”

“Welcome to the Threshold,” Yvonne replies.

“...The threshold of what?”

“We shall find out together, non?” She clasps shut an antique compass, the one I saw her take from the chest in the Jeweled Cave.

“...That compass...is that how you found this place?”

“A keen eye, you have. Indeed it is. In a manner of speaking, I died to steal it. Malatesta made me walk the plank for my thievery, though I maintain that it is he who stole it from me.” She looks at me. “When I came here, though, I encountered that red-clad demon. It told me that I needed your help.”

“My help?”

“You and your compagnons. But as you may be the last surviving one, I must settle for you.”

The helpless fear that filled me at the sight of the dragon's mouth mixes with rage at her callousness. I open my mouth to tell her where she can shove her compass, but whatever venomous words I might have spat at her are cut off when she grabs my arm and leads me forcibly into the darkness within the dragon's mouth.

“It's pitch-black in here,” I say instead, my voice sounding sullen to my own ears.

“Never fear. There is a proverbial light at the end of the tunnel. Make sure to stay near me, mon amour. It is easy to get lost in these tunnels. You could wind up wandering down here forever.”

Gradually, though, the world starts to take shape as bright red light trickles down from deep within the volcano. I brace myself to find graves or bones, but instead, I find myself in a large ceremonial chamber lined with lava spouts. A hunched figure in the center startles at our arrival.

“An intruder?” Yvonne snarls, pointing her cutlass. “Surrender, fiend!”

“I...I mean you no h—Alodia?”

My eyes widen as I place the voice. “Uqzhaal?”

The Vaanti shaman hobbles forward, taking shape through the gleaming red light. “Blessings of Vaanu, it is you!” He embraces me warmly, and I return the gesture.

“It's good to see you.”

Yvonne raises an eyebrow. “You are friends? Was it not his people who imprisoned you for life?”

“We ended up having common interests,” I say simply. “Uqzhaal, this is Yvonne. She's how we escaped Sharktooth Isle.”

“Ahh, the boat thief.” The shaman nods sagely. “A pleasure to meet you.”

Yvonne balks. “Pardonnez-moi, but I steal much more than just boats!”

“Of course.” Uqzhaal turns his attention back to me. “Alodia, I had heard such terrible news, of foreign warriors coming to slay you! Some of our scouts returned from the battle at the chasm and feared you dead!”

“I nearly was...and I'm not sure about the others...”

I fill him in on everything that has transpired since we left Elyys'tel. From the Arachnid's attack to our infiltration of the MASADA complex, to the molten wasteland we found on the other side of the Lernaean Gate, to Aleister's betrayal and our near execution, to our escape attempt and the destruction of the MASADA complex.

“...I'm sorry, Uqzhaal. Rourke...he has the Island's Heart.”

The old shaman's brow creases. He turns away, staring into the lava's glow.

“This is truly terrible,” he murmurs. “The Hydra with such incredible power...We must ask the Endless what to do.”

“I do not know half the things of which you speak, and I care for even less,” Yvonne declares flatly. “But if we are here to see the same person, then we can work together, non?”

“...How do we talk to the Endless, Uqzhaal?”

“The Catalyst idols were the keys the Endless bestowed unto us. When we could unite all twelve, that meant that we as a people were ready to learn its secrets.” He gestures to the twelve pedestals surrounding the stone bridge on which we stand. “But our people were not worthy. We lost the Idols in the Three Tribes' War. This is why I sought them. This is why I sought the Catalysts. Each of you has a special connection to your idol. I needed your help to commune with the Endless and learn the truth behind stopping Raan'losti. ...But if what you say is true, and Raan'losti has already come...I know not what we can do.”

“...Okay, so we put all twelve Catalyst idols on these pedestals, and then we get to learn the truth behind the Endless? And it's beyond this lava moat here?”

“So claim the legends. Did you manage to find the idols on your journey?”

I pull off my backpack and show him the twelve amber statues nestled inside. “All twelve. Every last one.”

“Incredible!” he breathes.

“You are truly incomparable, mon amour,” Yvonne agrees. She grabs my face and jubilantly kisses both my cheeks.

“...Right. So...where do I place them? In what order?”

Uqzhaal shrugs. “That, I cannot say.”

“...Guess I just have to go with my gut then...”

One by one, I pull out the idols and place them on the pedestals. My instinct tells me to keep them in the same order we were laid out before, month by month by month.

Andromeda, Lupus, Canis, Cygnus, Aquila, Draco on one side. Delphinus, Serpens, Corvus, Centarus, Ursa, Pavo on the other. The instant I place Michelle's idol, the floor starts to rumble under my feet. Rings carved into the bases of the pedestals begin to rotate to new positions.

“The gears are turning!” Uqzhaal exclaims excitedly.

“I can't believe that worked! I thought it'd be some crazy, complicated...” I trail off as one stone wall slides aside, revealing a series on symbols painted underneath the panel. I sigh. “Okay, this is kinda what I was expecting.”

I look at the wall. Underneath a crude painting of a bloody knife are six symbols. Beneath that is a painting of a skull over a pair of shackles, and underneath that, five more symbols. Underneath that is one more drawing, of a series of...waves? Mountains? Each is topped with a small white...hell, they might be nipples on breasts for all I can tell. And underneath them is another series of nine symbols.

“Look!” Yvonne exclaims. “Above us!” Throw my eyes to the ceiling, where a circle in the ceiling is opening up to reveal a second series of symbols. Three groups of four symbols, and then one group of ten.

“What are we supposed to do with these?” Yvonne wonders.

“It's some kind of puzzle,” I reply.

“The trial of the Endless will prove our worth!” Uqzhaal declares. “We shall solve it in no time at all!”

He sounds confident, but I can't tell if it's bravado. I look from the wall to the ceiling.

“Some of the runes on the wall are the same as those on the ceiling,” Yvonne muses. “Perhaps they are letters.”

“Of what alphabet, though?” I wonder.

“Perhaps early Vaanti,” Uqzhaal suggests. “Or perhaps something pre-dating us all. But it is clear the runes are spelling out words. ...Or...names.”

“...Names?”

He nods. “If this trial was created by the Endless to test us, perhaps the names are the ones taught to us by the Endless itself.”

“You mean...” I frown, looking at the wall again. “...Those sigils on the wall...those must be a clue...”

“Do you recognize them from anywhere?” Yvonne asks. “They all seem to suggest death.”

“Death?” I repeat. “I mean, the first two certainly do, but the last one...I can't even tell what it's supposed to be. Water? Mountains?”

“I count eleven of them,” Uqzhaal remarks.

And suddenly it hits me like a baseball bat to the head. My heart starts to pound. I know exactly what I'm looking at. “...Oh, god...they're graves. Those things on top are headstones.”

“Does this mean something to you, mon amour?”

“...It means that this trial was meant for me,” I say flatly. I close my eyes. The bloody dagger. ...Thrown by Rourke, burying its blade in Zahra's heart. The shackles around Jake's wrists pulled tight against Mouse's throat. ...Eleven graves. And only one left alive to dig them. “...Corvus. Lupus. Andromeda.”

“Quoi?”

“Those are the names on the wall. Zahra. Jake. Me. ...The answer is going to be in English.”

“You are certain?”

“Positive. Like I said. This trial was meant for me. It's either English or Spanish, because those are the two languages I know. Now if everyone could kindly quiet down for a moment, I need to concentrate.”

I let my eyes flick from wall to ceiling and back again. Mentally, I spell out names, linking up runes with letters and transferring them from wall to ceiling.

S-A-V-E... - - E-M... - R-O-M...

I don't even need to spell out the last word entirely. I curl my hands into fists at my sides and speak the message of the Endless into the chamber, my voice loud and clear.

“Save them from themselves.”

The whole room shudders in response. The idols begin to glow.

“What...what is happening?” Uqzhaal gasps.

“I don't know!” I cry in response. The idols glow brighter and brighter, each with a white-hot light in its center. Then, all at once, they dissolve into amber, leaking away down the sides of their pedestals. Left behind, resting in the basin of each pedestal where the idol had been is a small, crimson pool. “Is that...blood?”

Yvonne crosses herself. “What fresh hell is this?”

Water begins to pour from a series of spouts, hitting the lava with a steamy blast. White fog, painfully hot, engulfs my vision. I throw my arms up in front of my face.

“It's finally happening!” Uqzhaal breathes. “After so many generations of waiting...”

Impossibly quickly, the lava cools and hardens, and the steam begins to dissipate. I delicately test the lava with one foot. Then the other.

“It's safe. We can cross.”

“The path is opened,” Uqzhaal says reverently. The three of us venture into the darkness beyond the Threshold.

“After all that,” Yvonne mutters. “More tunnels.”

“Hush! There is someone up ahead.”

“What? I don't see any--” My voice dies in my throat as I see it. Black against black. A figure of shadow. “Who's...who's there?”

“Show yourself, coward!” Yvonne snarls.

A ball of flame appears in the dark, casting tongues of red-gold light over the walls. The flickering glow is reflected in the black visor of a red helmet.

“I've waited a very long time for this meeting,” the figure in the red spacesuit says. Their voice crackles through a speaker, modulated and electronic and impossible to place. The ball of flames flickers above a crude robotic right hand. Uqzhaal drops to the ground in supplication.

“Endless One...please, your faithful servants seek your help! Let us commune with you at last--”

“They always say 'at last,'” the Endless sighs. “As if they are the first. They are never the first. All that matters is if they are last.”

Every fiber of my being is electric with primal terror. Every instinct screams at me to run, but I swallow my fear and approach the red-clad being.

“Who are you? What do you want with us? What do you want with the Vaanti?”

“Having made it this far, you must already realize what is at stake,” the Endless replies.

“Yeah,” I say sharply. “The world is gone. Destroyed. We thought we could stop it, but it's already happened. ...Can you help us? You seem to have control of time.”

“Time is inevitability,” the Endless replies. “I know no inevitability. I will be here until this spinning rock and the sun that lights it are cold as the void. But it's no longer a matter of what I can do.”

Once again, I feel exhaustion, fear, and desperation blending in my gut into white-hot rage that bubbles up like magma and blocks out everything else.

“I've had it with the games!” I snarl like a wild dog. “Tell me now! What is the meaning of this?! What are these idols?! How do I stop these futures from happening to my friends?!”

“Futures?” the Endless repeats mildly. “The idols do not show the future.”

“Wha...what do you mean? I saw those visions. I watched my friends die! How is that not the--” I trail off as the truth comes crashing down on me. All the strength leaves me, and I sink to my knees in despair. “...Because they already died.”

“Yes,” the Endless confirms. “Again and again and again. And every time...every time I was there.”

A vision flashes through my mind. Rourke's office, where Zahra's body lies crumpled on the floor, the dagger hilt jutting from her heart. Only now, I see the Endless there too, cloaked in shadow, watching silently.

“...I saw them die,” the Endless continues, their voice sounding almost mournful even through the modulation. “So many times, I saw them die. But it wasn't enough for me to see. You needed to see too. That's why I made the idols.”

Another vision. This time I see Jake, his body cold on the floor of the stasis room at MASADA. The Endless hunkers over him, drawing dark blood into a long syringe in their hand.

“You mean...all this time...in the idols we were carrying...”

“A piece of your own mortality. It was necessary to forge the psychic link. To let you see the path.”

I feel my gorge rising as tremors race up and down my spine. I clutch my belly, trying to calm my raging stomach. “Oh god...oh my god...”

“This...cannot be true!” Yvonne murmurs.

“I do not understand,” Uqzhaal says.”This has happened before? All of this?”

“Two-thousand one-hundred thirty-nine times, to be precise,” the Endless replies. “The first time I went back to them, they died before my eyes. So terribly. Some of them didn't even make it a full day. I knew I had to help them. To guide them.”

I lift my eyes to look into the Endless' visor. “...What...?”

“I tried to intervene directly, but I quickly learned that the laws of time can be...unforgiving.” The Endless flexes their bionic arm, and I see the ragged stump just below the elbow. “I had to be more subtle. To change as little as possible. To influence indirectly. I left clues. Sigils. Symbols to aid their journey. To keep them alive.”

I remember being back at The Celestial, in the kitchen, and Raj turning to me with a frying pan in his hands. He said that something about the symbol stood out to him...

“All those symbols we found...that was you?”

“Yes. But it wasn't enough. The symbols kept them alive until they met the Vaanti. But that meeting always ended in death.”

Another vision flashes through my mind, of the cliffside outside Elyys'tel. A group of Vaanti warriors stand holding bloodied swords and axes. The broken bodies of my friends lie at their feet.

“The Vaanti were too hostile,” the Endless continues. “Too guarded. Every encounter saw the group massacred, no matter what they did. Changing the group wasn't enough. I had to change the Vaanti. So I went back. Further than I'd ever gone. And I shaped them.”

… Another flash. I see a beach at night. Ancient Vaanti, the ancestors of the tribe, huddle in reverent awe. The Endless stands before them, bathed in light, the very vision of a god.

“They will return to you!” they declare. “The Catalysts! They will stop Raan'losti!”

The Vaanti raise their hands in prayer and acceptance.

I recoil a little. “So you...made up the idea of the Catalysts...just so that centuries later, the Vaanti would help us? Their entire religion...was just a means to an end?”

“No...” Uqzhaal whispers. “No...it cannot be!”

“I did what I had to do. To protect them.”

“Mon dieu...”

I let my eyes fall to the ground again. “All this...just to keep us alive...? Why didn't you just go back and stop us from ever coming here?”

“My travel is limited to the time bubble surrounding La Huerta. I can never leave this island.”

I clutch my head. It's throbbing as I try to process what I'm hearing, to understand. I shake my head, whimpering.

“This is...this is too much...”

“Don't despair. The next stage of our journey begins here. After 2,139 loops, the cycle is broken.”

“What do you mean?”

“The temple is a test. A test that could only be passed under certain conditions. All twelve idols united. All twelve functional.”

“...Functional?” But even as I say it, I understand. I see visions that feel like memories now...visions of previous timelines, previous times I've made it to this temple...

“I don't understand,” I murmur. “Why aren't Raj and Michelle's idols lighting up?”

“Perhaps it is because they perished when the sea monster attacked,” Yvonne answers heavily. “The idols may only work if they're alive.”

“So...this is the first time...? The first time I've made it this far...with everyone still alive?” It's overwhelmingly frightening, but that thought makes hope flare to life in me. ...They are alive. All eleven of them. They're alive.

“Yes,” the Endless confirms. “All our friends yet live.”

My blood runs cold again. “...'Our' friends...?”

The Endless reaches up and presses a latch at their neck. There is a hiss of decompression. They reach up with their hands, one flesh, one iron, and lifts the helmet from their head. All sensation leaves me. Uqzhaal and Yvonne and the whole chamber seem to fade into static.

“Oh my god...” I whisper. “...Oh, my god...”

“I had to be sure you were ready, Alodia,” the Endless says gently. “Now our work can begin.”

I can't answer. I am staring at the face of the Endless. A woman of flesh and blood stares back at me. The pale skin of her face has gone slack with age, her hair gone thin and gray. But in her blue eyes, I see the truth. I know the face before me.

...She is me.

...I am the Endless.

#Endless Summer #play choices #pixelberry choices #choices stories you play #Diego Ricardo Ortiz Soto #Jake McKenzie #sean gayle #Craig Hsiao #raj bhandarkar #aleister rourke #quinn kelly #estela montoya #michelle nguyen #zahra namazi #grace hall

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levia-mistel · 7 years

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Far away at the shore, in a town beside the sea Alone stands a girl, staring longingly It is here, at the shore, that she holds unto her chest A secret she dare never speak “If you write a wish upon a paper and you place It into a glass bottle And it’s washed away by the ocean then someday There’s a chance that it may just come true” Drifting farther away, riding swiftly on the waves A message containing a wish was made Heading steadily toward the horizon And gradually fading away Through the darkest of days, you were always by my side No matter what I would say, you would abide Constantly I let my selfishness take control of me And caused you a life full of grief But now, all because of the mistakes that I have made You’re no longer here with me In order to get all this pain off of my chest I must spill my woes into the sea Drifting farther away, little wish upon the waves With eyes full of tears, she regrets those days It is then that she realizes this: Her sin has taken everything away Drifting farther away, riding swiftly on the waves A message containing a wish was made Heading steadily toward the horizon And gradually fading away Drifting farther away, little wish upon the waves With eyes full of tears, she regrets those days If the day comes that we are reborn again....

#misteltein #closers

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songifywra-wow · 7 years

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((Moria to Lawrence))

((Moria to Thomas)) Through the darkest of days, you were always by my side No matter what I would say, you would abide Constantly I let my selfishness take control of me And caused you a life full of grief But now, all because of the mistakes that I have made You’re no longer here with me In order to get all this pain off of my chest I must spill my woes into the sea Drifting farther away, little wish upon the waves With eyes full of tears, she regrets those days It is then that she realizes this: Her sin has taken everything away Drifting farther away, riding swiftly on the waves A message containing a wish was made Heading steadily toward the horizon And gradually fading away Drifting farther away, little wish upon the waves With eyes full of tears, she regrets those days If the day comes that we are reborn again....

(( @moriayamina ))

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everythingisbetterwithpirates · 7 years

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Our Dirty Secrets

The pitter-patter of incoming rain loomed closer with every step Margharette took towards her cabin in the middle of the woods, nestled against a hill and overlooking the ocean. She could smell the damp soil every time the wind blew her way. After several drops had already stirred her hair, Marge finally made it through the front door, giving the moderately sized but singular area she called home a quick inspection and eventually locking the door behind her. Gloves were thrown on the small leather couch at her left, fabric dyed blue and gold, intricate geometric combinations hand stitched along each seam. About seven years ago, Margharette discovered she had a talent for fixing furniture and decorating it too. Ever since then, she has been building said talent. Through trial and error, she refined her skills and this had been her first completed project. One built from scratch and a personal touch among the art she collected.

Again the sound of rain interjected in her thoughts. This time it came from directly above as it fell and slid along the roof. With the sun disappearing into the horizon and the clouds rolling low in the sky, the home was as dark as it needed to be for humans to lose sight of obstacles along the way. This proved to be little challenge for Margharette who calmly evaded the small, round and high table three steps to the left. The buttons of her suit were undone, jacket tossed on the left corner of the bed. Five steps in and the woman turned to the right, left index finger licked before it was used to undo the knot of her tie. Before rising unto the elevated kitchen, she paused at her fourth stride and uncoiled the tie from her neck, letting it fall to the floor and listening for signs of life from the wall behind her. If Wilder was home, she'd hear the snoring. If she wasn't, Margharette knew she was alone with her thoughts.

The woman rose, using the single step along the divide and elevation that lead to the kitchen area. After making her way around the kitchen table, toes narrowly avoiding the legs of her chairs, Marge came to stand in front of the sink. The weight of whatever dream had been haunting her for the past couple of days slamming into her shoulders and chest like a brick wall. She gripped the edge of the sink and the counter with both hands in order to keep her body from collapsing in the wake of a torrent. Margharette screamed at the top of her lungs. From the dark and lifeless cabin in the woods came the roar of what could be mistaken for a wounded animal.

In the dark, cold home, a pipe broke. Water rushed from the sink with enough strength and volume to push Margharette across the room. She slammed into one of the walls, hand breaking the window but body helplessly pinned in place. The cabin flooded with unnatural haste, Marge soon finding herself with only the air already in her lungs available to keep her alive. It wasn't enough. Though she tried to swim her way out once the pressure had equalized, there were no windows or doors to be found. The light that barely filtered through from the surface was the only guide she could find in an otherwise cold and dark ocean deep. The only source of warmth there was to have was the growing burning that came from her lungs as they demanded more oxygen. Margharette gasped for air, only to succeed in taking in more water. The dim light shook violently, this being the result of body spasms, extremely close to succumbing.

When her eyes opened again, she stood in front of the same sink as before, only it was now daytime. A hand still gripped the edge of the counter, but the left was carrying a fresh cup of coffee. Gentle plumes of steam billowed from it's surface, the bitter aftertaste lingering in the tip of her tongue. Margharette also wore something more comfortable. A simple and over sized white shirt with a small hole along the right side hung over her upper thighs, bare toes wiggling on the rickety floorboards. A deep inhale brought the pleasing aroma of her drink back into play, sending a minute but definite shiver up her spine. Marge smiled, turning away from the kitchen and making her way out through the backdoor.

The gentle sway of the grass as the wind rolled along the hill tickled Marge's ankles and even her knees as she made her way across, not bothering to put on any shoes. The warmth of the earth itself was something she valued far higher than the fleeting passing of fancies or the comfort of friendly faces. No matter what, it would always be there -- or at least, that was how she saw it. Hair fluttered in much the same way as the greenery and flora carefully selected and planted all around her. Soon, her gaze met the matching hue in a deep, blue sea. Carefully, she took a seat along the incline where the roots died and the sand began, digging her feet into the latter. Across the expanse of the horizon her gaze traveled, another satisfying drink from her cup of coffee taken.

"Hello again, sweetheart." The gruff voice came from her left. Margharette recognized it's source in an instant, soon lowering the cup and turning to face the translucent image of her father. Though Marge looked mostly like her mother, height and body shape included, the same dark hair and fluid eyes mirrored that of the man now sitting beside her. "I'm about to do something stupid, aren't I?" The woman asked with a soft and respectful tone, shoulders slouching. It was another sip of coffee that kept Margharette from melting into the sand or trying to stick her head beneath it. The two watched the waves go by, clear and sunny skies the playground of gulls in the distance. "Yes. You are only human. This isn't the first, nor will it be the last. Thankfully, you've inherited a lot more from your mother than you care to admit." The man replied through a channel of tones and distortions. His words pulled on a string that struck a somber chord. She took another drink from her cup of coffee before leaning forward, knees bending as they rose. Eventually, she'd lean forward, coffee held over her upper arm. "How is Victoria?" Margharette murmured, hooded gaze following the movements of a bird in the distance. Father and specter rose from his spot, a few steps forward taken. Through him, Margharette watched the waves crash into rocks in the distance. However, there seemed to be little care towards this, the woman calmly drinking from her cup. "She's not with us anymore, Margharette -- the answer has not changed." It was with a smile that she responded to his answer. After getting to her feet as well, she began to make her way towards the shore, cup left along the incline. "May she rest forever." As the woman passed the ghost, there was a sudden change in wind. Silver and black glow swirled, caving their human formation and disappearing into the air. Marge pulled on her shirt, tossing it to the side and doing the same with her underwear soon after. A serene posture and expression settled with every step she took into the water -- her goal being to reach the rocks on the distance, around the bend of the earth.

Hands gripped on the edge of the counter and the sink as tightly as they had done in the beginning. It was nighttime -- the pitter patter of rain even louder than before. Margharette no longer had any of her work clothes on. She didn't have any at all. Water dripped from her hair, sometimes tickling the tip of her nose. Her hold only loosened when her hands began to tremble. It was with a deep breath and a few steps back that Marge began to pull on the reigns of discipline. What began as a routine of neck stretches slowly transformed into a sway with rhythm. The left shoulder gave a roll, followed by a twitch. In the darkness of her home, Margharette closed her eyes and imagined a light of her own. She focused on this single point, shedding away more nervous ticks here and there -- and then the deep exhale came. From head to toe, the woman's posture melted into a quietly confident one. Eyes opened to reveal the sharpness of her stare, one that fell on nothing and nobody. Head turned then, searching for a lamp that ought to be there. A half step towards it was taken, Margharette stepping on a broken piece of wood. It was then that she realized the kitchen table wasn't even there anymore. The wind whistled through the broken window not far away, sound penetrating the wound on her hand and making her painfully aware of it's existence. "Fuck me.." Margharette grumbled, head shaking before she quickly began to clean up before Wilder got a chance to see it.

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#icstory #icpost #oldgodsornogods

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johnchiarello · 7 years

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Monday

MONDAY-

Niger- beware of the agenda driven KRIS news!

https://youtu.be/rJdAeX2pc1I

http://ccoutreach87.com/10-23-17-niger-beware-of-the-agenda-driven-kris-news/

.Niger not the same as Benghazi

.Funeral coverage

.JFK files

.ABC news ‘he died doing what he loved’-

.Where’s the public outrage?

.The plane crash I was at [NAS Kingsville]

.Media politicizing the death of our soldiers- because they have an agenda

.Even the Huff Post rebukes MSNBC!

.To the media [Local too] I just FACT CHECKED YOU- and you have come up wanting- again

[I just added one last note on Niger at the bottom- right before posting]

CCPD changes statement in Dewboy Lister shooting-

https://youtu.be/ctFEuaKNHs4

https://vimeo.com/239491853

Below is a time-line of the statements to the media about the Dewboy Lister case- I noticed today that something has changed- and it concerns me-

Now the Chief is saying that the officer was in the process of impounding the vehicle- which would change the dynamics. At first CCPD said the cop made a request for Lister to sit in the back of the cop car- so the officer could search Listers car.

Lister had the right to say no to a search. Then the previous reports said he left at that point. By the story changing to the officer was in the process of impounding Listers car- it makes the pursuit of Lister look more viable.

Like I said at the start- in this case the video will not be the main question- because it seems as if the video shows the ‘’justified’’ shooting of Lister- but the question is what led up to the shooting.

I am not saying the chief is lying about the incident- but we would like more clarification- proof- that the officer was actually in the process of impounding the vehicle- or as the first statements said- he simply asked Lister if could could search the vehicle.

Here’s the change in timeline/story from local media reports-

CCPD has released the identity of the officer involved in a shooting that left a man dead.

Officer Jose Hasette conducted a traffic stop on a vehicle for a traffic violation in the area of Port and Winnebago St. Thursday night around 9 p.m.

Officer Hasette approached the vehicle and contacted the 55-year-old driver, identified as Dewboy Lister.

Police say that Lister did not comply with Officer Hasette's requests and then fled from the scene in his vehicle.

Officer Hasette pursued Lister in his police unit for several blocks until Lister stopped his vehicle in the 2800 block of Minton St., and then fled from his vehicle on foot.

Officer Hasette later caught up with Lister and a struggle ensued. During the struggle, Officer Hasette fired one shot, striking Lister in the torso.

Full article http://www.kztv10.com/story/36646468/ccpd-officer-identified-in-officer-involved-shooting

KRIS 6 News has sent a request under the Freedom of Information Act for a copy of the video and are awaiting response.

Here's what we know:

The video begins with the officer pulling over the vehicle being driven by a person who was identified Friday as Dewboy Lister, 55, of Corpus Christi.

The reason he was pulled over was for driving in two lanes and license plate lights being off. The officer approached the vehicle, began a conversation, asking for insurance, registration and identification. Lister showed him a piece of paper. The officer explained to him it was expired. They continued talking and the officer asked Lister where he was headed and where he was coming from. Lister responded, "I'm coming from work man, I have a lot going on... Citgo." The officer continued to question him. Individual said a cuss word. The officer explained his insurance was expired.

The officer began a search, asking Lister to sit in the police car, and explained he is not under arrest. Lister refused to sit in the police car and a confrontation began.

The officer repeatedly asked Lister to back up or he "will get tased." Lister was tased one time before getting back in his vehicle. A pursuit began. "...Resisting traffic stop... he's been tased one time," officer said. Lister eventually stopped the vehicle and a foot pursuit ensued taking them to the 2800 block of Minton Street. The officer and Lister came into contact and a struggle began.

The officer repeatedly yelled, "...Get off me man, get off me. You are going to get shot. Get off me." Lister was shot in the chest one time. Video ends. Full article http://www.kristv.com/story/36645119/the-latest-details-of-altercation-that-led-to-police-shooting

[Here’s the change- notice the Chief now say’s the officer was impounding the vehicle]

According to Corpus Christi Police Chief Mike Markle, who held a news conference the next day after the incident, Hasette was in the process of impounding Lister's vehicle for expired insurance when Lister did not comply with the officer's orders to sit in the back of the patrol car.

Chief Markle said Lister was warned that he was going to be tased if he didn't listen. Lister refused, and Hasette tased him.

Investigators added Lister then got back in his car and took off. After a short chase, Lister was stopped and ran. Full article- http://www.kristv.com/story/36655091/friends-and-family-hold-peaceful-protest-following-dewboy-lister-shooting

Bluff Update- friends https://youtu.be/sVCWY4JMQlY

http://ccoutreach87.com/10-23-17-bluff-update-friends/

.Crows ‘short’ trip from the park to funtrackers! [It was not much fun]

.The Rocks

.Claire- George- Diane

ONE LAST NOTE- The top news [NBC- Probably the others as well] was-

‘THE NIGER ATTACK- WAS IT AN AMBUSH!!’

Now- look at this-

Sadly we have had many military men- and women- die in conflicts around the world-

Some have indeed been killed in ‘ambushes’- yes- that's actually a strategy in warfare.

These rarely make more than simple coverage- of the tragedy of the deaths of our men and women.

Yet now- because of media agenda- the average public is seeing ‘AMBUSH’ and believing that these 4 dead servicemen were somehow caught in the whole controversy surrounding Trump- and that there are things Trump might be covering up- because after all- IT WAS AN AMBUSH!

So right before I post- I’ll add this note- and yes- the list is never ending.

So remember folks- if you want agenda driven news- than watch NBC- and all the others- because sadly- that's what you get- even when they have to use 4 dead servicemen to do it-

PAST POSTS- [Just a few past posts where I mentioned Libya- and stuff I talked about today]

https://ccoutreach87.com/2017/10/21/10-21-17-dewboy-lister-is-dead/

https://ccoutreach87.com/2016/06/10/the-mexican-judge-and-benghazi/

https://ccoutreach87.com/russia-u-s-world-events/

THE MEXICAN JUDGE [And Benghazi]

https://youtu.be/aXYcDbk3s7M The Mexican judge and Benghazi

Amos 3:6 Shall a trumpet be blown in the city, and the people not be afraid? shall there be evil in a city, and the LORD hath not done it?

Amos 3:7 Surely the Lord GOD will do nothing, but he revealeth his secret unto his servants the prophets.

Amos 3:8 The lion hath roared, who will not fear? the Lord GOD hath spoken, who can but prophesy?

ON VIDEO- [verses- links- below]

.Why did the Apostle Paul work and NOT let the church support him?

.Should men who don’t work- able bodied- get free food? What does the bible actually say?

.Are judges- EVER- biased?

.What about the civil rights era- there were WHITE judges in the south- who were racists. Many Blacks complained- were those Blacks ‘racist’ because they were right?

.Did all the leaders of the country say ‘how dare anyone ever think a judge can’t do his job because he is a White KKK member’?

.Libya and the crime of Benghazi

.Bathroom law? There is a young girl who was told ‘UNDRESS’ and change- with an older boy- nude- in the locker room. She wore her gym clothes under her school clothes all day. Is this girl a bigot?

.Fire Dept. Stuff

.Our action in Libya supported racists- did you know that?

.ISIS

.What was the date of the Benghazi attack? http://journal-neo.org/2015/10/25/hillary-s-lies-and-the-benghazi-attack/

.Preachers- do you ever actually read the bible?

.Pastors- here’s the answer to why you’re having financial problems [for real- it’s in the bible!]

ANTI- CHRIST- [Church Unlimited notes- 2nd- 3rd John]

3John 1:11 Beloved, follow not that which is evil, but that which is good. He that doeth good is of God: but he that doeth evil hath not seen God.

https://youtu.be/7dfLhO2HBf8 anti- Christ [2nd, 3rd John]

https://ccoutreach87.files.wordpress.com/2016/10/10-23-16-anti-christ-2nd-3rd-jn.zip

ON VIDEO [past posts below]

.See my Hillary drawing [sorry]

.Who is anti-christ?

.Some thought Hitler

.Apostles relate to the bride

.Soteriology

.Was John a theological liberal?

Mosul

.Iraq- Libya

.ISIS

.Sunni- Shia division

.Execution- or human shields- or just murder?

.Abortion

.Docetism refuted

OBADIAH-

Obadiah 1:7 All the men of thy confederacy have brought thee even to the border: the men that were at peace with thee have deceived thee, and prevailed against thee; that they eat thy bread have laid a wound under thee: there is none understanding in him.

https://youtu.be/LaG8b0etYK8 Obadiah

ON VIDEO-

.Peace treaty?

.Leaked emails

.How to skew the polls

.Do I like to lynch Black people?

.The 1 dollar cheese story

.Homeless stuff

.Iran- Yemen- Libya- Syria

.The shores of Tripoli

.ISIS

.Turkey

.Britannia ruled the seas- and lost

.Mosul

NEW- In this small book- 1 chapter- we read of the judgment of God upon Edom.

They were a people that felt like they were unstoppable.

The alliances they made were their downfall.

As I read the book the other night- it made me think about our present situation.

Let’s see if I can hit some high points.

We have an alliance with Iran- they are ‘helping’ us defeat ‘terrorism’ in Syria and Iraq.

Yet- they sponsor and carry out acts of terror themselves.

We made a nuclear peace accord with them- which released millions [billions over time] of dollars.

How are they using that money?

They provide rockets for the rebels they back in Yemen- and those same rebels fired at our ships the past 2 weeks.

We have an alliance with Turkey- we use their air base to attack Syria.

Turkey just killed a bunch of the rebels we are backing in Syria.

Yes- our ‘partner’ killed our other ‘partners’- who themselves do acts of terror.

Yes- many of the so called rebels the U.S. backs in Syria- are actually no better than ISIS.

Sad indeed.

I watched a news clip the other week- it showed the out of work coal miners- and how they are rightfully mad because Hilary Clinton and president Obama said- on video- they will put them out of work.

Ok- I understand their view- though I do not agree with it.

They believe they need to put the coal industry out of business- for the sake of global warming.

They said it- many times.

Hillary has now denied she meant it- which is a lie.

Not only did they say this- but it happened.

Some lost their homes- went into debt- and yes- some actually lost all hope and killed themselves.

So- on the news they tried to show how Obama [and Hillary] have actually provided other jobs for them.

Ok-

As I watched- they showed an ex coal miner- who’s new job was working at the unemployment office- providing food stamps and welfare benefits for other unemployed co-workers.

Yes- this was actually promoted as the success of the Hillary policy.

I could go on- but it just gets me mad.

In the condemnation of Edom- they saw themselves as doing great- they even gloated that others were not as great as them [called exceptionalism].

Yet- they could not see that they too were headed for a downfall.

They could not see that their so called alliances were a joke.

They could not see [admit] that they made bad choices- and were headed for judgment.

I love our country- but when we have one of our soldier’s die- for a political maneuver- which has just happened in the so called taking back of Mosul.

Then it’s wrong.

The only justification for war- is self-defense [or the real preventing of genocide and the slaughter of many innocents]

And in the last decade we have had many people die- on both sides- because of political maneuvering.

I have been hearing the old Ozzy song a lot the last few years.

War pigs.

I used to hear it as a kid- had the vinyl album.

But I noticed it’s getting a lot of air time on many of the rock stations.

I think it has to do with the time we are living in.

If you never heard it- go listen to it.

It seems quite prophetic.

VERSES-

Obadiah 1:1 The vision of Obadiah. Thus saith the Lord GOD concerning Edom; We have heard a rumour from the LORD, and an ambassador is sent among the heathen, Arise ye, and let us rise up against her in battle.

Obadiah 1:2 Behold, I have made thee small among the heathen: thou art greatly despised.

Obadiah 1:3 The pride of thine heart hath deceived thee, thou that dwellest in the clefts of the rock, whose habitation is high; that saith in his heart, Who shall bring me down to the ground?

Obadiah 1:4 Though thou exalt thyself as the eagle, and though thou set thy nest among the stars, thence will I bring thee down, saith the LORD.

Obadiah 1:5 If thieves came to thee, if robbers by night, (how art thou cut off!) would they not have stolen till they had enough? if the grapegatherers came to thee, would they not leave some grapes?

Obadiah 1:6 How are the things of Esau searched out! how are his hidden things sought up!

Obadiah 1:8 Shall I not in that day, saith the LORD, even destroy the wise men out of Edom, and understanding out of the mount of Esau?

Obadiah 1:9 And thy mighty men, O Teman, shall be dismayed, to the end that every one of the mount of Esau may be cut off by slaughter.

Obadiah 1:10 For thy violence against thy brother Jacob shame shall cover thee, and thou shalt be cut off for ever.

Obadiah 1:11 In the day that thou stoodest on the other side, in the day that the strangers carried away captive his forces, and foreigners entered into his gates, and cast lots upon Jerusalem, even thou wast as one of them.

Obadiah 1:12 But thou shouldest not have looked on the day of thy brother in the day that he became a stranger; neither shouldest thou have rejoiced over the children of Judah in the day of their destruction; neither shouldest thou have spoken proudly in the day of distress.

Obadiah 1:13 Thou shouldest not have entered into the gate of my people in the day of their calamity; yea, thou shouldest not have looked on their affliction in the day of their calamity, nor have laid hands on their substance in the day of their calamity;

Obadiah 1:14 Neither shouldest thou have stood in the crossway, to cut off those of his that did escape; neither shouldest thou have delivered up those of his that did remain in the day of distress.

Obadiah 1:15 For the day of the LORD is near upon all the heathen: as thou hast done, it shall be done unto thee: thy reward shall return upon thine own head.

Obadiah 1:16 For as ye have drunk upon my holy mountain, so shall all the heathen drink continually, yea, they shall drink, and they shall swallow down, and they shall be as though they had not been.

Obadiah 1:17 But upon mount Zion shall be deliverance, and there shall be holiness; and the house of Jacob shall possess their possessions.

Obadiah 1:18 And the house of Jacob shall be a fire, and the house of Joseph a flame, and the house of Esau for stubble, and they shall kindle in them, and devour them; and there shall not be any remaining of the house of Esau; for the LORD hath spoken it.

Obadiah 1:19 And they of the south shall possess the mount of Esau; and they of the plain the Philistines: and they shall possess the fields of Ephraim, and the fields of Samaria: and Benjamin shall possess Gilead.

Obadiah 1:20 And the captivity of this host of the children of Israel shall possess that of the Canaanites, even unto Zarephath; and the captivity of Jerusalem, which is in Sepharad, shall possess the cities of the south.

Obadiah 1:21 And saviours shall come up on mount Zion to judge the mount of Esau; and the kingdom shall be the LORD's.

I read a piece form the N.Y. Times- they went into Libya and investigated the reports of the deaths of many civilians caused by NATO and the U.S. during the ‘no fly zone’ debacle.

They found evidence of many civilians that were killed. They presented the report to the new leaders of Libya- they could care less.

In Benghazi- the main city in the eastern half of Libya- they were openly flying the Al-Qaida flag. We just spent 10 years and many lives fighting in Afghanistan. Why? Because they gave territory to Al-Qaida- they gave them a place to work out of.

We fought the Taliban for 10 years over this. Yet in a few months NATO and the U.S. gave Al-Qaida their own capitol to fly their flag- I mean the terrorists must be thinking ‘if we knew these guys were this stupid- we would have never bombed the towers’.

In Tripoli- the real capitol of Libya- the various militia groups [terrorists] are all claiming they are the security/armed forces of Libya. I heard a doctor- on N.P.R. - not a right wing radio show- he said in his hospital these various militias are all trying to take charge- they walk around with guns- sometimes walk into a room and shoot a patient who they think is not on their side- and the doctors say they have no security at all.

Under Gadhaffi things ran well- like a normal society- now their country is a terrorist haven- run by these guys.

I could go on and say the same for Egypt- and tell the stories of how the military have been killing protestors in the street. All these things are being done under people that the West [we- NATO- France] have enabled by removing their former leaders.

And France this week passed a law making it a crime to deny the genocide that took place in Turkey in the early part of the last century.

Yes- the Ottoman Turks did slaughter many Armenians- Christians- at the time. And getting Turkey to officially admit this has been a problem for years. But France passing a law to make it a crime to deny it- while they just finished committing ‘crimes against humanity’ themselves- by killing all the Libyan civilians- it’s just too much.

Okay- let’s start a brief overview of some church history. Over the next few weeks I want to hit on the 16th century Protestant reformation and try and cover some of the key figures of the movement.

Martin Luther- the German reformer who had the most influence in the movement was born and raised in Germany.

As a boy his parents were peasant farmers and eventually his dad became a miner and became a very successful businessman- he would go on and eventually own 6 foundries.

He sent his son to law school- and young Luther excelled. At the age of 21 he accomplished more than many of his peers. One day on his way home from the university a thunderstorm broke out and Luther was almost struck by a bolt of lightning.

In fear he cried out to Saint Ann [the mother of Mary] and said ‘Saint Ann- if you save me I will become a monk’ [Ann was the patron Saint for miners- thus Luther was familiar with her].

He was spared and off to the monastery he went. Luther eventually became an ordained priest and even though his dad initially was upset that his son became a priest- yet he was proud of his boy later on.

Luther would eventually make a Pilgrimage to Rome- on foot [a few month walk from Germany to Rome!] and what he saw devastated him. Rome- and the Vatican- were in bad shape. Many of the priests lived in open sin- and the city that he saw as his headquarters for the faith- well it was a mess.

Luther made the famous penitent walk/crawl up the stairs of the Lateran church [this church was the most famous church before the construction of St. Peters. The actual stairs of the church are the same stairs that Christ walked up during his trial under Pontius Pilate. Yes- you hear many ‘stories’ while studying church history- things like the relics or left over pieces of the Cross- well these stories are usually fake. But the stairs of the Lateran church are indeed the same stairs that Christ walked on- the early ‘church’ builders dismantled the stairs at Pilate’s court in Jerusalem and installed them at this church building in Rome].

When Luther got to the top of the stairs- it is reported that he questioned the faith- he had a crisis of faith and thought that maybe the whole thing was a sham.

Okay- as we do a few more posts over the coming weeks- I want you guys to see that the main players of the Reformation were sincere Catholic men who had many questions about what they saw as corrupt in their own church. These men did not want to start a breakaway church- they simply wanted to reform the church they loved.

Keep in mind that Luther excelled during his legal studies- he had a keen legal mind- this will be important later on when we see the debates he has with Rome over the doctrine of Justification by faith- the letters of the apostle Paul [Romans- Galatians] use lots of legal language- and his early education will help him in these debates.

Okay- that’s it for today. Maybe do a Google search on Luther and familiarize yourself a little with the history.

The ‘readings’ for this week are 2nd Samuel 6-7 and Psalms 89. See what they have in common.

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[1760] News and Philosophy

I want to try and cover a few subjects today- let’s start with some current world news. Yesterday I read an AP story about some cops who poured gas on the tents of the protestors- they then set them on fire.

13 protestors died- 100’s were burned severely. The doctors set up outside E.R. areas to treat the wounded. The cops walked in to the areas and shot people- right there.

I read a report where one of the doctors said he was shocked- he has never seen this happen before.

‘Now John- you shouldn’t make stuff up like this- even for a point!’

I’m not making it up- this did happen the past 2 days- in Zuccotti Park? In Oakland? No- in Tahrir square- Egypt.

The people who did this- the ruling military generals- are the people we ‘put’ in charge- by demanding the ouster of Mubarak- the former ‘king’.

Let’s head directly west on this northern tip of the African continent. Libya.

On the same news page- they had a story about the capture of Seif- Gadhaffi’s most famous son. They caught him trying to cross the Libyan border into Niger. The same place Gadhaffi’s wife fled to earlier in the conflict.

His wife was about 7 months pregnant and she fled to save her unborn child. The ‘new leaders’ that have our support- they wanted her back in Libya- to stand ‘trial’ for crimes against humanity [they would have killed her!].

So the other day they caught the son. The rebel faction that caught him will not turn him over to the ‘transitional government’ in Tripoli [the capitol] because they want to try him themselves [there is absolutely no order in Libya].

Now- the son- like the dad- has been indicted on ‘crimes against humanity’ by the world Court in The Hague.

These ‘indictments’ are tools the U.S. and other NATO allies use to justify going after one bad guy [and his wife and kids] while installing other bad guys- who are often just as bad- or actually worse!

So this puppet court has the kid indicted. The puppet govt. in the capitol of Tripoli has said ‘the world court is a secondary court- we do not recognize you’!

So the actual leaders- THE ONES WE BACKED- are saying ‘screw you world court- we will try the kid ourselves’. And the faction that caught the kid is saying ‘screw you leaders in Tripoli- we will try him here- in our region’ and the U.S. [and Fahreed Zakariah- a CNN talking head] have said ‘look how wonderful Obama has handled Libya and Egypt- not like Bush’.

Wonderful? Burning protestors to death- ruling Libya like some back water Mexican drug cartel? This thing is sad- and our involvement in it is even sadder.

Okay- let’s try and transition a bit.

In the last Philosophy post I hit on the 10th-14th century development of modern thought- today I want to jump into the 16th-18th centuries. Like I said in a previous post- after the Renaissance and the Reformation and the great scientific revolution- you had the world in somewhat of a tailspin.

What I mean is for hundreds of years people trusted in the old institutions [like the Catholic Church] to tell them what was true or false- then with the development of all these modern movements people began questioning stuff.

Was it good to question things? Sure. But some challenged the very foundations of thought and knowing [called Epistemology] and went a bit too far.

Some thinkers went back to the thought of Plato [400 years BC] and said that the mind is the main source of all knowledge- these were the 17th century Rationalists.

Rationalism- as a philosophy- was an outgrowth of all the great strides that man was making in all these other areas of life. The Scientific Revolution totally challenged the age old beliefs of many in the church.

Math became a sort of new ‘god’. How so? As science invented the Microscope and Telescope- man was able for the first time to peer deeply into the heavens- and to see deeply into the microscopic world.

As the great minds [Copernicus] showed us that the Universe was different than what we thought [Heliocentric versus Geocentric] man was able to do mathematical calculations and to say that a specific planet or star [or Comet] would show up at an exact date- or spot- and Walla- it would happen [you could look thru the Telescope and sure enough the math was right- the object that was calculated to be there- was.]

These calculations were mathematical formulas- so math began to be seen as the new religion in many ways.

There are even some thinkers in the modern day that still say the only ‘real truth’ that exists is mathematical formulas. Yeah- one guy wrote an entire book on the subject- the problem? Well- his book was not written in math- but words.

Yes- even the extreme deniers of Objective truth do make mistakes.

Now- what’s wrong with rationalism? Of course being rational is okay- but the philosophy itself denied real Objective truth. Truth that corresponds to some other ‘outside’ reality.

This form of thinking [rejecting outside reality] is called Relativism/Subjectivism. While there is some truth to all the various fields of thought- yet extreme Relativism denies ‘reality’ as most of us understand the term. There was a strong resistance to the 17th century rationalists- we call this Philosophy Empiricism.

The main thinker in this field was John Locke. Locke lived most of his life in the 17th century- but his thought laid the foundation for the 18th century Empiricist.

This philosophy says that the mind does indeed play a major role in the knowledge of things- but this knowledge does not originate in the mind [Plato] but in the ‘thing’ itself [Aristotle- remember when we covered these men? Plato was an idealist- Ideas were more real than matter. Aristotle was a Realist- closer to the thought of Locke].

Locke developed a theory called the Correspondence theory- that truth that the Mind discovers corresponds to real things that actually exist apart from the mind.

Locke was a practicing doctor- and most of the other thinkers of the day had room to speculate about reality in a way that Locke could not.

He lived in a real world with real patients who had real symptoms- in a nutshell Locke had to diagnose his patients based on his findings- he could not deny that there was a real problem- he had to have his ‘feet on the ground’ [based in reality] while engaging with his head up high.

Okay- I think we’ll end with this. Maybe you can go back and read some of my previous posts on this subject- just to become a little more familiar with it.

As Christians- we are not ‘required’ to know Philosophy- or current events- or science- but it helps us engage the culture when we do educate ourselves in these areas.

Go slow in learning [not too slow!] and try and see how the Christian Worldview agrees with- or rejects certain aspects of these different felids of thought.

Most Christians would reject Rationalism as a Philosophy- because it denies real objective truth- it says truth is relative- whatever the mind can conceive- or think- can be defined as truth [Unicorns?]

Biblical truth is based on real historic events- 1st Corinthians chapter 15 says that if we deny the physical resurrection of Christ- a real event- then our faith is in vain.

Christians base their faith on a real historic event- not simply on a belief system.

NEWS LINKS-

http://www.cnn.com/

https://snopes.com/was-niger-attack-worse-than-benghazi/

http://www.kristv.com/story/36655091/friends-and-family-hold-peaceful-protest-following-dewboy-lister-shooting

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