#Like his problems originate mostly with the cult’s influence but he kept them

[ironunderstands]

I love your thoughts on this so I do want to mention that I actually think the exact same thing as you, I just didn’t touch on it hard enough in the original analysis- Gopher and The Family are responsible for Sunday ending up this way, and he’s responsible for Staying This Way.

He is the perfect grooming victim for cults and a lot of his flawed mindset and behavior are born from them, therefore he will have to unlearn it and process his trauma to grow as a person, which is a big reason why he Stayed That Way because doing that is fucking hard, especially when your abuser is still in your life (until about like a day before the end).

However, despite being both a victim of circumstance and the deliberate machinations of others- Sunday is still fully responsible for his own failing, and I don’t like when people pin the blame entirely on others because Sunday being responsible for his crimes is the most important part about them- how could he grow otherwise?

He was not raised to question but that does not mean questioning was impossible for him, and even though he is of rather was a bird in a cage, he could still see the outside distantly from outside the window.

Now while I don’t think you specifically are trying to do this (you just had something to add and it’s great)- Sunday’s trauma explains his actions, it does not excuse them and man am I tired of people thinking it does

Sunday’s worldview sucks, his outlook and perception of himself and others sucks… and that’s why he’s so interesting

In honor of his drip marketing releasing tonight (or maybe yesterday for you depending on when I get this out), I’d like to talk about why I think Sunday’s beliefs and perspective is very, very flawed and how his own biases rather than the actions of those who oppose him are what led to his downfall.

Sunday is entirely responsible for his own failure, and that’s exactly why he’s incredible.

This contains mentions of leaks and spoilers for the Penacony quest line… you have been warned

To start with, oh my lord do Sunday’s preconceived notions kick him in the ass. 

I think the best example of this is his conversation with Dr. Ratio in which Ratio pretends to betray Aventurine, selling out his plan to Sunday. Now, what’s incredibly interesting about this exchange is that Ratio doesn’t fully lie to Sunday once in this exchange, rather he says half truths and makes vague statements which Sunday himself interprets as being in support of him. 

Take what Ratio said the whole, “A scholar knows their position and wouldn’t forsake it for the sake of petty pride.” In retrospect, we know this line is actually referring to Aventurine- aka Ratio is saying he’s not just going to sell him out to Sunday for the sake of information about the Stellaron (which he would get anyways if the IPC attained Penacony, plus Mr. Incredibly Dedicated Knowledge Spreader probably has other means of gaining it then through The Family). 

However, since Ratio answered the invitation Sunday gave him, Sunday assumes that Ratio is on his side, believes his cause is righteous, and that he won Ratio over with offering him information about the Stellaron, therefore making that previous statement of Ratio’s null, because Sunday interpreted it as, “convince me this is worth my time + prove to me you’re correct,” when it really meant, “there is no way in hell I’m about to sacrifice my friend to you, and there is nothing you could offer me to make me do so you crazed lunatic.”

But why did Sunday not weigh the options? Why did he unquestioningly believe his perception of the situation was the correct one?

Well- partly it’s because Ratio and Aventurine were doing their damndest to make it seem like they hate each other and that their plan was going off the rails.

But the more important part is that even without Ratio saying a word or even accepting the invitation, Sunday already believes he’d be on his side. 

Let me demonstrate this through Sunday's perspective:

I am a righteous person, I am doing the correct things, my worldview is the correct one. Dr. Ratio is also a righteous person who seems to be doing the correct things. Therefore, since we are both on the side of good, and Aventurine is clearly not on that side considering his status as Stoneheart and his negative relationship to Ratio, then Ratio will naturally want to be on my side. After all, the good guys work together, do they not?- and together will vanquish this evil villain.

This perspective is a simple one, but Sunday’s unshaking belief (up until the end of 2.2) that he is 100% in correct and in the right, that any and everyone who he also perceives to be in the right (like Ratio) would believe/side with him without truly needing to be convinced. Sunday doesn’t come out the gate offering the Stellaron information- he only keeps it as a backup just in case. 

However, this is complicated because Sunday is also not an idiot, and he’s extremely paranoid, so he’s going to make sure that the way he views the world is 100% correct on the off chance he’s wrong which could foil his plans- which is why he invited Ratio in the first place. Nevertheless, this isn’t him hunting for new perspectives, but rather him desiring to prove himself right again, which is a bad thing because Sunday is very much not right. 

A perfect world is a perfect pris- *gets shot*

Reference that approximately 2 ½ people will get beside, Sunday’s ideology that he is fully confident in.. sucks. It sucks ass, it’s terrible, and let me explain.

I’m not going to try going over all the little intricacies to how the dreamscape works because I a) don’t know and b) don’t particularly care because they aren’t relevant to the argument I will be making- which is that Sunday’s ideology is inherently flawed and immediately falls apart under scrutiny.

Essentially, he desires to create the perfect fake reality, enveloping the whole galaxy in Ena’s dream and fulfilling their every desire and whim within it, with himself as the sacrifice to allow it to exist. The seven rest days, no illness, no pain, no challenge, you get the idea. 

And, this perfect world paradoxically sucks ass because of its perfectness.

Improving society is great, eliminating hardship is great, increasing quality of life is great.

But declawing reality itself- absolutely not.

I’m going to try to explain this through my favorite strangely specific anecdote- the process of obtaining diamonds in Minecraft.

Stay with me now.

You essentially have two options- go out and mine them yourselves the hard way, which takes hours, gives you less diamonds per the amount of time spent on it, and likely with you exhausting some of your resources like food, torches, and tools which you will need to replenish.

Or.

You can just.. get them from creative mode or commands, and you can get as many as your heart desires.

However, despite the fact that option one is harder, gives you less diamonds and takes significantly more time, I, as well as hopefully you, would pick it every time (at least in a survival world, although honestly idk why you would even need pure diamonds in creative).

And that’s because the first option is rewarding. 

You did not earn the diamonds you easily and magically summoned into your inventory, there is no struggle, no journey, no challenge to it, therefore it feels entirely unremarkable, as compared to the feeling you (hopefully) get from mining diamonds, which makes you happy because you earned it. Yeah, it was harder, but the process itself is fun- the anticipation of not knowing when you’re going to find them, if at all, the danger, the fighting and digging and mauvering you will have to do in the process.

And with this unconventional example, the fatal flaw with Sunday’s ideology is revealed- it’s boring. 

It’s boring as shit.

Yeah, for the first few months or even years it might be enjoyable- having everything you could ever want served on a silver platter. However, humans are a) inherently a bit greedy and b) desire challenge, and this scenario fulfilles neither of those things. Naturally having everything means your desire for more can never be fulfilled, leaving the wanter forever unsatisfied, whereas in the real world, things are truly out of your reach, meaning that even if you never end up getting them, they are still a tangible thing just out of reach… as strange at it sounds, we like being tantalilus-ed more than you think. After all, if what you want is so easy to get, you will never run out of things to want, and eventually that gets draining. 

Continually, if everything is easy, if everything is just right there whenever you want it- existence itself no longer has stakes. 

And that’s the problem, because much like how a story with no stakes is extremely hard to find compelling, a life with no stakes feels boring at best and downright pointless and meaningless at worst.

I’m just saying, there is a reason why the Nihility was such a strong presence and problem in Penacony.

Anyways, like with the diamond problem, a lack of stakes means that nothing you do feels rewarding, because you didn’t truly earn it. 

Which is where the Sunday’s idea of a “perfect” reality falls apart, because the most enjoyable reality for humans to live in is not one literally devoid of any possible flaw.

So why does he believe in it? When it’s so clearly flawed?

Well, it’s because Sunday doesn’t think a better alternative exists.

The world made you this way.. and you chose to continue what it started.

I’m sure I don’t need to repeat the story of the Charmony Dove all over again because trust me, we’ve all heard it before. Nonetheless, it reveals something important both about Sunday’s personality and his ideology- he’s fundamentally a defeatist.

He doesn’t believe that there is any alternative for the dove, that it could ever be able to fly again with its deformed nature, so instead of being “cruel” and letting it “inevitably fall to its death,” he’d rather keep it in a cage all its life where it has no freedom, but at least it would he alive and “happy”.

And this is where his defeatism reveals itself- Sunday doesn’t believe reality itself can get better because improving it when there are so many factors and things out of your control is hard at best and impossible at worst. Therefore, he resorts to creating an escapist, false version of it- a perfect golden cage, because constructing that is far, far easier than trying to help the dove fly again. 

The universe has endless possibilities, if Robin and Sunday had tried hard enough, they probably could have found a solution. Sure, they were both children, so the capabilities necessary to even attempt that were likely far out of their reach. However, it was still possible, but Sunday doesn’t believe in possibilities- he believes he’s right above all else, which is where that stubbornness and arrogance comes into play again.

Sunday doesn’t think better solutions than his exists, and he believes everyone would could possibly stand in his noble way are either villains, or horribly misguided; so it’s his job to show them the light.

This is why he lets the Express Crew + Firefly try to change his mind- Sunday wasn’t actually interesting in shifting his perspective, or really what they wanted to say. Rather, he just wanted to let them say there peace, because well, Sunday’s a good, righteous person (at least from his perspective), and good, righteous people listen to others. Good, righteous people will let these poor, ignorant souls offer their foolish words before exposing them to the harsh truth- or at least that’s how Sunday sees it. 

Moreover, this also explains his arrogance. If he believes his worldview is the sole correct one, then why listen to anyone else? He’s this world's savior, or at least he’s been raised to believe that- so why not relish in it? He enjoys punishing Aventurine, enjoys the bastard who stood in the way of Sunday’s plans, shrinks away in “defeat” and get what he “deserves.” Despite how miserable it sounds, Sunday also takes pride in having to be a martyr to bring about his beautiful dream. The belief that he is a selfless, good person is a selfish desire of his, even if a genuine one, and it’s what leads to his downfall.

Sunday could have actually listened. He could have reevaluated his loss to Aventurine and realized it was not through the others clever deception, but through his own biases. He could have actually taken the Express’s and Firefly’s advice. He could have looked for other avenues to help the people he truly does care about. 

Despite Gopher Wood’s manipulation- Sunday’s decision to go forward with the pain is entirely his own, because he truly believes- even with all the evidence for the contrary- that he is correct.

And that’s why he fails. Not because of the Express. Not because of Ratio. Not because of Aventurine. Not because of Gopher, or even the rest of The Family.

No, Sunday fails because he is flawed, and he is wrong, and he is the arrogant, selfish and biased one, and his worldview is wrong.

So what now?

This might have seemed like I think Sunday is pure evil and irredeemable, but I think it’s quite the opposite.

He has very good intentions, and he does genuinely care about it the well being of other people around him. He gives Aventurine a chance to prove his innocence, even if he never intended on changing, he does listen to what the Express + Firefly have to say. He pauses when Robin shows up, as she’s the one person (until the very end) he’s actually willing to accept the perspective of. The whole reason he ended up here in the first place is because Gopher Wood twisted Sunday’s good intentions into a fatal arrogance and utmost belief in a flawed worldview. 

However, what really sells me on Sunday’s goodness is when eyes widen at that final moment, the light draining from him as he realizes he is wrong. 

And once Sunday realizes he is wrong, those flaws that bind him can finally be examined and improved upon, as they all stem from that worldview he no longer believes in. 

His whole life, Sunday has been enacting out someone else’s plan for him, even if he’s come to internalize it over time, at the end of the day- it was never his, and without it, he’s empty.

Which is exactly why the only place he can go now is the Express, and the only thing left for him is redemption and growth.

Dan Heng is right- Sunday has a noble soul, and now that he has stopped believing in himself, he’s no longer shackled by the past either. Improvement or utter demise (in a likely nihility-flavored manner) are his only options remaining.

I understand a lot of people want to see him become a Stellaron Hunter, but imo, that just does nothing for him. He’d still be following someone else’s path/script, and Mr. I Will Sacrifice My Whole Existence To Become The Sun To Illuminate These Wandering Souls probably wouldn’t be so on board with the whole.. terrorism part of being a SH. Like yeah, they are our friends (kinda), but they absolutely kill innocent people and cause millions of dollars in property damage to people who don’t deserve it. 

Also, being on the Express Just Makes Sense. This is a game about choices, a game about accepting the mistakes of your past, but not letting them define you in order to move on and forge a better future for yourself and others- with the Astral Express + Trailblaze as a concept being the literal embodiment of it. There’s a reason when you switch to the Trailblazer’s POV in stories, it includes Kafka’s most important words to us- “When you have the chance to make a choice, make one you won’t regret.”

Therefore, I hope the choices Sunday will make in 2.7 are ones he’s proud of, and I can’t wait to see how exactly they get him on board with the crew, because there still is a LOT of development he needs to do before then. 

Anyways, thank you so much for reading, and if you have any thoughts I’d love to hear them. This was a stream of consciousness mess, but I hope it was still valuable nonetheless! Also if you are reading this on the day it was written, I hope we don’t get disappointed by his drip marketing!

[rvdsperspective]

A South Indian’s Perspective of North India

This is an opinion blog written during my trip to North India. I covered around 4 states (Jammu & Kashmir, Delhi, Uttar Pradesh, Rajasthan) in 30 days in June 2019. It was my first extensive trip to the North after being in Tamil Nadu for almost my entire life. The places were so beautiful with amazing food and culture. Every state had its uniqueness. I got a chance to learn a lot about history, diaspora, religion and its impact on the region. At the end of the trip, some incidents kept coming back whenever I tried to reminisce. It had both good and somewhat uncomfortable situations that I came across. The good times were the most wonderful ones but I wanted to write about the disturbing ones to show what I went through during those moments.

Disclaimer:

Some people might find the article being unfair towards North India but that is not my intention. These issues happen everywhere in the world depending on the idea of each nation. Development needs to be given the first priority rather than religion, language or caste. When people unite leaving their differences aside for the welfare of one’s family, community, region – their surroundings will be a better place to live in. South India too has its own set of issues that needs to be solved like caste and minority discrimination, corruption, some religious and language fights, water crisis, quality of education, skill development, productive welfare measures, intensive environmental friendly measures, innovation, etc. to grow collectively.

• Religious animosity:

I’ve only heard in the news about the strong religious sentiments people have in North but it came quite as a shock when I could witness them in person. There was an incident in Jammu when after we checked into a hotel, we were intrigued to ask the hotel manager about the best locations in the region and state. He was nice enough to reply to us the best destinations in Jammu but when we asked him about Srinagar (which happens to be our next stop), all he had was disgust and warnings about the region. We knew Kashmir had a history of insurgency but that was not the response we were looking for, it had a lot to do with the religious differences that he had against the region. Most of his comments were targeted on the premise of the region which is predominantly Muslim dominated and nothing about the beauty of the region.

The next stop was Srinagar which was nothing like he mentioned, it was a calm state but with the military infusion. We asked the same question about J&K to a Kashmiri. He had an exact animosity but towards Jammu people which happens to be a predominantly Hindu populated. He also had a similar hatred but towards other north Indian regions for the treatment of Kashmiri people in their respective states. He didn’t have a sense of belongingness with the nation due to this reception.

My friends and I were walking down Dal lake when we happened to see an ice cream cart. We decided to have one when he was watching the India – Pakistan world cup match. We were intrigued to know the score and we started to have a conversation. He was a worker from some part of Uttar Pradesh. There was a shattering noise at a far distance, he noticed that and said that some people are happy because Pakistan hit a six. We were shocked and asked him if was being serious. He went on to say about the insurgency that going around the region, the militant’s distress, the majority religion, etc. It was then we understood that we have another version of India Pakistan at Jammu and Kashmir. What he said may or may not be true but it came as a surprise when that was the first reaction he had for the noise.

Another incident occurred in Agra. I was visiting the place for only a day and I wanted to spend most of the time at the Taj Mahal. So I booked a room near the Taj Mahal and boarded an auto. Halfway through the journey after a small chit chat with the driver, he suggested me not to stay at that area next time I visited Agra since it was Muslim dominated. I was baffled only wondering the significance of one of the greatest wonders. People from all across India and the World visit the unique monument every day and such a racist tag would ruin the beauty of the remarkable wonder.

As I started to openly talk about this issue to various people I could assume a root problem to this. The hatred might have come from the notorious rulers from the Islamic dynasties in the past. People have it in their history books or a random discussion about the religious fights that happened during the Islamic rule. Temples were destroyed, Hindu’s sentiments were tarnished. These incidents lie in their mind.

Opinion:

I guess forgiveness and looking at people individually instead of seeing their larger background ( religion, caste) is the way to move forward as a society. The religious identity should not be used too much to make decisions especially those who do not try to live the life of people whom they worship. I guess most people do not want to live a life like their gods whom they worship. The sense of tolerance is not there. Also, they love their god(s) and religion so much that they want to do something for them to show their true faith. But that should not be by discriminating and exploiting those who agree with them. It goes for all religions. We should try to move forward trying not to think too much with this identification.

We as a country have always been oppressed by anyone who ruled over us. Whether it may be the Mughals, Britishers or any other regime, we were being exploited one way or the other. So, we wanted to be free from all sorts of dictatorial and colonial ruling and start governing ourselves. There are still evil factors ruling over the society like corruption, discrimination, exploitation, etc; especially by the people who govern and have an influence on us like the Britishers. But we never were so angry at them and sometimes we go to the extent of voting for them. Maybe its because we see them as one of our people with a nationalistic or regionalist identity. Caste hatred comes in because of the same identification. We don’t see people individually. We see their closest circle that binds them, whether it might be their religion or caste or region. When a person in a different religion commits a crime, some people go against that whole community even though the crime was only done by an individual or a small group of people. But the same people won’t react similarly when it was someone from their respective religion for the same crime. This is the hypocrisy that comes along with too much blind identification and faith.

I’m not saying that these incidents don’t happen down south. They do take place. Extremists are everywhere in the world but its all about how prominent we keep them in society. As long as we respectfully disagree with their radical opinions and keep them on reality check, it’s alright. But once we start making them into powerful people who rule us or form a cult with radical ideologies, it’s very dangerous – whether it might be a Politician or a Godman.

• Ignorance about the national language:

My Hindi was a little weird but most people can understand the context of what I’m trying to convey but yet people were sort of advising me that it was Rashtra Basha (national language) and I had to learn it to be a true Indian.

Opinion:

The language debate is getting heated up these days mainly due to the lack of single language policy in the country. India being a union of states even before Independence had its own unique culture and language depending on the state. British rule made English spread all over India adding as a language widely used in higher education, high paying jobs, research & development, etc. It’s still the most widely spoken language in the world. On the other hand, Hindi is a widely spoken language in North India but when it comes to its usage in other fields like corporate jobs, R&D, etc, it is very limited. My opinion is that one should learn a language and master it only if it serves some purpose. With the FDI pouring into India and all the multinational jobs needing a good communication skill, English is the language that needs to be given importance to.

India being a diverse nation with 16 official languages, needs a link language to unite people from north to south. Many believe that it’s Hindi since its predominantly spoken. But one needs to look at the significance of a predominantly spoken language. When a unifying language is only a mere communication tool to converse and does not serve any other purpose is not the right language to be chosen. But when a language like English which is widely used in reading, writing but not as a spoken language is baffling. It’s also a language having international recognition but some people still want Hindi to be unifying language for the country without looking at the larger picture. If some people eagerly want to have a language originated from India, we can start calling English as Indian English like how other British occupied countries have Australian English, Canadian English, American English with its dialect.

• The fear among a certain section youth and intellectuals:

Elections in India are never fought based on the economy or employment. It’s mostly fought on religion, caste, language and regional identity. Politicians have grouped their vote banks based on those identities. I discussed with many youths living there regarding the trend of extreme conservative politics that is going all around the world. India has never seen such right-wing populism trending ever since Independence. When people don’t talk about the constitution as a holy article but rather think of it as a scrapbook that can be rewritten without total consensus is quite scary. Many liberal youths are threatened by the route that North India has taken. They fear their voice and opinion could go baseless when people start shifting far right.

• Attraction towards populism:

Since there are not many regional parties in the north, elections are usually fought between two major parties. End of the day, it comes down to which leader attracts the most with the speeches. I met a person who said he voted for a particular party since he was solely drawn by its leader’s speeches, charisma, and attitude. He said he was a huge fan of the leader which made him vote for the party. Maybe that’s the problem when someone looks at leaders as heroes rather than politicians. We may love a hero for their performance on screen for their sense of humor, dialogue delivery, attitude but an actor/hero’s job ends when the movie ends. We usually don’t judge an actor for what he does offscreen. No matter what he/she might have done in their personal life, a mass dialogue can render a million claps. A politician’s role should be judged for the offscreen performance where their actual job lies like the policies undertaken, rather than the polarized speech.

Some media publishers should be blamed for this scenario. Media needs to act as a medium to educate people and provide unbiased opinions but most mainstream media fail to do it these days. The main propaganda of media these days is gaining TRP through populism coverage instead of factual coverage.

We call media the Fifth pillar of democracy. Its called a pillar since it stands straight and strong holding onto the country’s holiness. When it tilts extreme right or left, the system is meant to fail and the idea of us being a nation will be questioned.

[leeegrinnerrr]

Lee Pace Came Out Seven Times a Week. Then He Came Out for Real.

It’s 2018 and we still don’t know what being out and gay will do to an actor’s career.

Five nights and two afternoons a week on Broadway, “Angels in America” sets out on its grueling, eight-hour course. “A Fantasia on Gay Themes,” as its playwright, Tony Kushner, called it, “Angels” is a knotty, furious history play, a jeremiad on the AIDS epidemic originally delivered at crushing ascent. It is also, at the same time, a skein of interconnected stories about love and betrayal and identity, God, man and Eros. Also, there’s a couple of Mormons. Before “The Book of Mormon,” no less.  

Five nights and two afternoons a week, one of those Mormons, Joe Pitt, a closeted lawyer working for the infamous fixer Roy Cohn, goes through hell and out the other side to come out as a gay man.

And so, over the course of this production — now the play with the most Tony nominations in history — does Lee Pace, the man who plays him.

Mr. Pace, 39, has been working steadily in theater, film and TV for the better part of two decades, helping to prop up mega-budget studio tent poles like “The Hobbit” (he is the elven king Thranduil) and “Guardians of the Galaxy” (the ferocious Ronan the Accuser) and cult favorites like “Pushing Daisies” and the recently concluded “Halt and Catch Fire.”

Mr. Pace sometimes attracted attention — from the nominating committees of the Emmys, the Golden Globes and the Independent Spirit Awards — but mostly disappeared into whatever elves, necromancers or sales executives he happened to be playing at the time. That was by design.

“It was a real strategy to draw boundaries,” Mr. Pace said in a recent interview at his New York apartment, as his rescue dog, Pete, dozed by his feet. In interviews, he kept the focus on his work: “I believe very firmly that my work is the reason we’re talking, and my personal life is something I want to protect.”

But earlier this year, Brian Moylan, writing about Mr. Pace’s arrival in the “Angels” Broadway cast for W Magazine, put the question to him directly: What was his sexual orientation?

It seems an entirely predictable question for an interview about the cornerstone of the gay theatrical canon. Mr. Pace had already said in that interview that he “feels it’s important for gay actors to play the gay roles.”

But he was thrown. He seemed “flustered” and “surprised,” Mr. Moylan wrote, and he published Mr. Pace’s response: “I’ve dated men. I’ve dated women. I don’t know why anyone would care. I’m an actor and I play roles. To be honest, I don’t know what to say — I find your question intrusive.”

“He told me his truth, which is all I asked, and all I hope for from any interview subject,” Mr. Moylan said recently. “I don’t apologize for asking the question.”

In the past, Mr. Pace was so not out that occasionally gossip blogs would put him together with an actress, like his friend Judy Greer. He brought her to the premiere of “A Single Man.”

“At the time, I knew he was gay,” Ms. Greer said in an interview. “I didn’t really talk about it to anyone — not even really because he asked me not to, just because it’s his business. When I saw that stuff online, I thought it was really strange. I didn’t think anything of it but to be flattered that anyone would think he would want to go out with me. I was like, ‘Oh my God, whattt?’ He was so tall and handsome! I thought, I’ll ride this wave for a minute.” She laughed. “And I was single at the time.”

The W article made headlines, and Mr. Pace was displeased he had come off angry. In an effort to take back his own narrative, he announced on Twitter that he was a “member of the queer community,” and noted he’d been playing queer characters his entire career, from his breakout role as the transgender showgirl Calpernia Addams in “A Soldier’s Girl” through his Broadway debut in “The Normal Heart” to the bisexual former IBM executive of “Halt and Catch Fire” and now, “Angels.” “Onward,” he wrote, “with Pride.”

The positive response to his tweets — thousands of likes, many comments and now, regular references to them at the stage door after the show — has assured him that he made the right decision, though the old habit of reticence died hard.

“The truth is,” he said at his apartment, “when you grow up queer, you get tough. And perceptive. And you learn how to field it. When someone comes at you that you don’t know, interested in that area of your life, it’s not always a good thing. I certainly knew that when I was a kid.”

Mr. Pace was born in Chickasha, Okla., and grew up in suburban Texas. He came out to his younger sister, Sally, while still in high school. “She cried,” he said. “She said, ‘I don’t know what that means.’” But she was supportive. So were his parents. Mr. Pace headed to drama school.

Unlike Broadway, Hollywood can be less accepting. There are still relatively few out gay actors, along with leading-man parts for them, at least in major studio fare. As his career took began to take off, was Mr. Pace encouraged not to be too open?

He pause for a while. “No,” he said, then reconsidered. “Look — yeah. I remember when I signed with a new agent, we worked together for a year. He took me to some coffee shop in the middle of the afternoon and I knew he wanted to talk about something. He said, ‘I heard you’re gay, is that true?’ I said, ‘Is that a problem?’ And of course he said, ‘No, fine, just felt like I needed to know.’ But within about a year, he was no longer working with me.”

Mr. Pace has the full support of his current team, he added, with whom he has been working happily for years.

The W article ended up offering an “opportunity to participate,” he said, in a way he hadn't before, even if it was one he hadn't necessarily sought or anticipated.  

What changed his mind were two things. One is a new relationship, with a fashion executive he preferred not to name. (“I’ve never seen Lee so happy,” Ms. Greer said.) The other is the role of Joe Pitt, and the reflection it gave him on his own life. Onstage, in Joe Pitt’s coming out, Mr. Pace sticks on a few particular lines: “I want to live now. Maybe for the first time ever. And I can be anything. Anything I need to be.”

“I remember after it had happened, I was able to say that,” Mr. Pace said, recognizing the thrill of freedom in it. “I can be anything. Once you say those words and the sky doesn’t fall down, or the earth doesn’t open up, a lightning bolt doesn’t zap you. You really can be anything.”

So he has embraced the opportunity. “It feels nicer,” he said, “than I ever thought it would be.”

What comes next, and how this affects his career, if it does, is yet to be seen. One person whose advice he sought as he considered his Twitter statement was his friend Matt Bomer, a fellow out actor and Mr. Pace’s friend since their high school days. “I’ve known Lee since he was shorter than I am, believe it or not,” Mr. Bomer said. (Mr. Pace is 6-foot-5.)

“My counsel to him was, basically, when you decide to make it public, it can feel like you’re operating in a void,” Mr. Bomer said. “Nothing about you has changed, but maybe certain people’s opinions about you have changed. The beautiful thing about that is out of that void come all the people who truly want to engage with you and want to embrace your most authentic self. To me that’s always been far more rewarding than whatever mass appeal you have if you chose not to.”

“That’s assuming that that even happens,” he said. “I don’t know if that happens anymore.”

When asked if he had experienced negative repercussions after his own coming out, Mr. Bomer paused.

“The shorter answer is yes,” he said. “I hate to say it, I really do. I wish the answer were a resounding no. But I wouldn’t change it for the world. What happened was, an entire world of artists who I had always dreamed of working with and who wanted to engage with me on the most authentic level all came to the forefront.”

Mr. Bomer is appearing in the Broadway production of “The Boys in the Band,” just a few blocks away from “Angels in America.”

“I don’t think he stands anything to lose,” he said. “I don’t think any of us do, really, anymore. And if they do, let it fall by the wayside.”

Mr. Pace acknowledged the uncertainty but also said he had no anxiety about his decision.

“I’m curious to know what it’s going to do to my work,” he said. “I’ve played very different characters, and I don’t think that’s going to change. I guess I’m curious to see if this influences that, and the kinds of roles that come my way. Or in people’s perception of the work that I do.”

But he is confident in the future. “The work speaks for itself,” he said, “and I trust that.” For now, that is the grueling work of being Joe Pitt.

“The thing that gets me through the pain of doing it is knowing he’s going to be O.K. after it’s over,” Mr. Pace said. “Once he gets through it, he’s better off. I imagine him on a beach in Hawaii, renting surfboards. ‘How did you end up with this life?’ And he’s like, ‘Well, actually, I was married. I used to be a Mormon.’ Now he’s got a great boyfriend in my imagination.”

[controlthehole]

In the banquet hall far below, the dervishes began to ululate madly. Dara Shikoh, the crown prince of the Mughal Empire, screwed cotton wool into his ears and resolutely continued to work. For a quarter of an hour, he remained undisturbed, up until a gentle hand lay on his shoulder and he turned, knowing the presence of his mother. "You mustn't take it hard," she said. "He doesn't mean to harm you. After so long, he has found his people. We never thought he would." Dara waved a hand. "I know he doesn't. I'm happy for his companionship, Maa. And even the noise is an elder brother's duty to ignore." He leaned closer. "But his new friends are hard. They do not brook compromise, let alone with the Hindus we rule, but with our own partners in worship! Already, they have intimidated the cult of Arbaaz and the mysteries of Delhi from the capital. How can Aurangzeb rule with these influences?" His mother smiled. "And who is more influenced than you, with your nose constantly in a hundred different books?" She stroked his face lightly and he smiled. "Maa, I seek the portal. The scholars from five disciplines have tossed their sorts and all concur. I corroborated with each of them specifically. It's on the steppes, west of Serica, by the great inland sea. Where we came from, Maa." His eyes were alight. "I have never given any significance to origin myths. They're a comfort in cold travel camps or a false certainty to lean on. But maybe I was meant to find this place. Me, the representative of our people. The convergence of three rearing traditions and the tip of their spear!" Her eyes were gentle and unimpressed, in the way only a mother's could be. "You must go, then!" she said. "Just like Aurangzeb has." "NOT like Aurangzeb," protested Dara emphatically, but he saw it there in spite of himself; the thread of becoming, stripped clean of window dressing and philosophical plumage, that she could see in all her sons as they moved through the years. A desperate yearning clawed to his surface: "what's the point then? if it's not a fixed destination we’re all headed to?" And in his mother's eyes, he saw a possible answer. "What's the point otherwise?" ... They had traveled for a month until they reached the Caspian Sea. All that was left now was to quest along its shores until they found the portal. Each night, they plotted their progress onto a living map and each morning, Dara and his scholars debated among themselves the best course for the day. The party had shrunk in size over the course of the journey, mostly because people got tired and went home, but three had died: one to an infected scrape, another to a wild-animal attack, and the third to some fermented berries and an unfortunately-placed cliff. It was just Dara and the scholars and half a dozen stalwarts, now, as well as the crown prince's bodyguard. He had been gone from the capital too long now for political comfort, but he pressed on. They found it after ten days along the beach; a jagged fetid slash in a tree trunk that radiated nefarious energy and blurred its boundaries. They chopped down the tree just to be sure and the portal cyclized and remained in its place. Once found, it wouldn't linger long; Dara estimated he had about seventy-two hours to cross over before it migrated elsewhere. But how to cross? The portal was no wider than the circumference of two arms and their efforts to slip inside had all been turned away. The day passed, and then a sleepless night, and then another fruitless day. On the second night, Dara awoke, and sat before the portal, where he'd eventually fallen asleep the night before. Fumes swirled from its tight aperture, bringing tears to his eyes, and he felt a cold familiar resolve rise against the problem. The smell was no different from the combustible powder an emissary had brought back once from the East. This riddle was no different from a hundred others his mind had tried and tested and overcome. The court scoffed at this tendency, warlike princes and cunning courtiers all, as they plotted new ways to collide and smash themselves to bits inside the creche of the Mughal kingdom. One day, he''d seen the land registers and balance sheets kept by the royal accountants after practice with sword and shield and thereafter forsworn his field activities for long contemplation of those bastions of empire. And then to other writing, books of philosophy and history and statecraft while his brothers continued their martial play and some hunted for certainty in religion or politics. But always, his mind turned back to those dry lists of numbers. They were names and places on a scroll and they underpinned all the grandeur around him. They were the truth of the matter and he wanted so desperately to know more, to rise above the internecine cycle and squeeze it into a line. Above all, he craved some pithy wisdom from the portal, an orifice fabled to tell the truth to all who passed through it. It had become an obsession over the last year and a half, as Shah Jahan aged and the sharks smelled the blood of a vacant throne. If only he could find some clue, some certainty, to ascend the throne without starting a war. It was his most fervent desire. The portal yawed wide open and betook him through. The world spun and stank and deposited him on a blank plain. He had no clothes on. "Ah," thought Dara to himself. "I should have known," The air was cool and sweet and kissed his nudity. What little sweat he extruded was evaporating in a quiet tempo and carried with it the momentum of the javelin that was his life. Figures swept past him, swirling the sand; detailed, he realized, to the extent that he knew them. He recognized courtiers and soldiers by their vague shapes, while his father's face had every line of his years. He fixated on one. It was Aurangzeb. Of course. "Brother. You're here," he said. "I follow you wherever you go," smirked Aurangzeb, tapping his forehead. "Like a snake around your neck." "Like a dagger at my belt," sighed Dara. "How did you get here?" "A gate guard in my employ spotted your party leaving the west gate one month ago. A bridge guard two days later corroborated your course and another guard a day after confirmed your turn to the north." He smiled toothily. "There was another guard at the second bridge, nominally one of my creatures, but paid off by you to pass information the opposite way, who did not sound the alarm to me. He has been executed." "So you followed me?" "I left immediately. Myself, the subedar of Baloch, and twelve others. You didn't even check, brother. A stupid stupid tactical move." "And you got here before me?" Aurangzeb spread his hands. "Yes, I beat you at your own game. That's what you want to hear, isn't it? That's what you expected, in your heart of hearts." His eyes grew bright. "That's why you're going to lose," he hissed. Dara took a step back. "Confidence, brother," chided Aurangzeb. "That's all it is. That's all I lacked, too, before I found religion. In who you are, in what you know..." "It's too easy," mocked Dara. "It works!" retorted Aurangzeb. There was something too smooth about this conversation, thought Dara. Perfect points and counterpoints, and for Aurangzeb to leave the capital... "How did you open the portal?" he asked. Aurangzeb laughed. "Alright, I shouldn't have said a lack of confidence. Just misguided confidence. Confidence that I beat you. Confidence that life is like a dervish’s story, full of circular themes and grand reversals." "You're not actually here," breathed Dara. "Only me." "Too true," replied Aurangzeb and his form blurred and shifted. "The portal lets you see things as they are. It strips away all pretense. Everything you see here is unshakable reality." He threw back his head and laughed wildly. "And it's me here! In your head! How fucking embarrassing!" "Existence without rivalry is a poor one indeed," said Dara, beginning to regain his footing now that it was only himself to which he was accountable.  "And you rise as my most contentious enemy, Aurangzeb. Narrow where I am plural. Communal where I am rational. The fate of our empire hangs in our succession. Why wouldn't I be preoccupied?" "Preoccupation is an obtuse precipice," whispered Aurangzeb and Dara recoiled as understanding hit. An instant later, the transformation was complete. The Aurangzeb that had been in front of him was all his own, projected reality. Dara Shikoh's, who apparently knew not the truth but knew all too well how to swap perspectives and adopt frameworks. The obtuse precipice: not the spur of matter stretching outward, but the negative space expanding around it as the spur's substance grew ever rarefied. You could hang your hat or your neck from it, gleefully, willfully, and only after the ledge broke see all that you'd missed. There was a balance, there. Aurangzeb had sacrificed some of what Dara had kept in order to feel his way across the chasm. It had narrowed his vision but lent iron to his spine. It had allowed him to simply murder a guard caught between two juggernauts and the certainty to expel that which could have been subversive in the capital. And it had pushed him toward communion with so many others in the kingdom who had needed to compromise similarly for the sake of a foundation they could stand on. The map was not the territory. The map was not the territory. The portal's power hummed through him for the first time and his eyes opened wide. There lay Aurangzeb, sitting against a tree trunk with his knees to his chin. Their eyes connected and he reached out. (father too busy) (mother too subdued) (endless bullying brothers) Dara stared puzzled, missing the moment, parsing his perceptions. Aurangzeb's outstretched arm faltered and dropped. His hand brushed the soft loam and dug into it, sculpting a point of earth then a torso, then a face. He smiled, tears running down his cheeks, and made another and another. The earthen figures began to sprout, independent of Aurangzeb's hand, requiring only a touch, and Dara worried that he was slipping onto the precipice again. "It's just dirt!" he chided himself, and squeezed his eyes shut to recalibrate. And when he opened them again, they were just dirt, but moving and swaying and he knew he was seeing them for what they were. He saw Aurangzeb in them and them in Aurangzeb. He saw the vast expanse of his patrimony overlaid by scribbled paper and knew then his head in the clouds and the loss of his kingdom.

[darkspellmaster]

Could the Candy be something other then the ring. Kuroshitsuji Chapter 128

Okay throwing this out there as a means of dealing with what’s going on in Kuroshitsuji and the events that have unfolded recently. To those looking for the new Voltron Shipping list, working on that as we speak.

Anyway, what I wanted to talk about was something that has been bothering me for a while in regard to the recent situations regarding the Blue Sect arc and what people have been ignoring in regard to story lines and developments, in favor of the 2CT theory. So before I begin I’d like to lay out some ground work.

First we need to talk about demons and exactly the rules that have been set forth by events in the manga. We know that in order to summon a demon you must be willing to give up your soul for a wish. This means that no murder has to be done, no blood sacrifice, just someone willing to give up their soul. The reason I bring this up is because of the rules set forth by Sebastian.

1. You have to be willing to give up your soul to summon them.

2. Normal events that were seen as witch meetings or what the cult was doing would not work.

By these two rules alone we now know that a demon cannot be summoned by a normal kill them all way. This also means that the person that was killed on the table was NOT the reason why Sebastian was summoned. Rather either Ciel was wishing it at the time and Sebastian heard it, or someone else was wishing to have a demon come with all their soul.

Keep in mind that if there was a twin this would mean that his wish was to summon a demon for some reason. If he died he would have had to have been reaped right away. Or his soul would have been devoured at some point given that the wish would need to be fulfilled before the demon could eat.

Problem is that Sebastian hasn’t eaten. We know that because he says he hasn’t. So if there was a twin, where is the soul exactly?

Second we have to discuss what Sebastian also said, and I’m going via the fan translation, as I do not have that issue and I need to get it next time I go to the book store. Sebastian mentions off handedly, that there are some that appear at random though. This adds to the rules that demons have to apparently abide by.

1. They need to be summoned normally.

2. In order to summon them you have to have a strong wish and a willingness to part with your soul.

3. Some demons do not need summons and appear randomly, meaning that they break the rules.

We know that there are quirky demons, Sebastian is one of them as he’s a picky eater. Yet his line about them appearing randomly was so throw away I don’t think people really thought about it at the time. I need this kept in mind.

One other factor that needs to be mentioned is that Othello notes in discussing demons, he states that the people the normally summon demons are those that are simplistic, as we saw with the people that wanted Sebastian and that he refused them as their wishes were dull, and once the wish is fulfilled the contracts done and the person is dead.

However he also notes that there are situations where there’s someone that is beyond the simple wish idea, and that makes things that are groundbreaking, thus keeping the demon interested in the long haul.

We also know, thanks to Sebastian, that demons can and do change their looks. Sebastian became the human butler that we all know about, and he’s also made himself out to look like other people (although he’s mostly retained his normal looks for reasons).

So to add in on the rules that we have about demons we now have.

1. They need to be summoned normally via someone willing to give up their soul to get the wish.

2. Witches Sabbaths and events like the Cults activity would not summon a demon

3. Normal demons tend to not be picky about who and tend to prefer to take contracts from.

4. Demons tend to take Simple people as they are a one and done situation for them to eat.

5. There are abnormal demons that have quirks ala Sebastian

6. Some Demons do not need to be summoned and appear at random

7. Some demons do not pick simple people and help develop amazing things with them.

8. Demons can change physical appearance.

With these facts in mind we need to delve into the next area.

Second fact that I want to talk about is the fact that we have Othello’s comments at the start and it’s restated later before the attack on Soma and Agni.

In the scene early on we have Grell hanging around, as you do, and suddenly in pops Othello noting he’s there to investigate matters because the deaths seem weird. Fast forward to the first time the demon is mentioned by the forensic officer.  

When he’s talking about the machines they find in the back room, Othello notes that demons have helped people create such things, but this seems even bigger than just that. Given what we know now about the size of the operation there’s a possibility that you could still do what needed to be done and build things if you have the right number of people, as the Green witch arc showed.

Furthermore the second time a demon is mentioned directly by Othello is when he’s talking about events that are happening in the record. He mentions that demons can act as an external influence that could change things for everyone.

This I think is a strong hint in connection to the record book that there are demons that might be involved in all of this. We know from Othello now that a demonic influence can not only affect the life of the contractor but also everyone around that persons as well.

Thirdly, let’s talk about the ring that Ciel had in Sebastian’s memories. We see that the ring is in a pool of blood in Ciel’s hand. However the hand is not covered in blood the way that you would have it if you were rooting around someone’s inside. It would be far messier and while Ciel’s cuffs are covered in blood, this may not be from digging a ring out of someone’s stomach. If it is, that’s one of the cleanest jobs I’ve ever seen, or the ring didn’t go all way down into the guts.

In a number of cases people had hidden items by swallowing that item and throwing them up later. This could be the case with Ciel, where the blood we see is from his throat after he threw up the contents inside him (what little he probably had) and the ring from probably cutting up tissue and such in the throat. Vomiting up a ring could take a while as you have to empty a lot out of your guts and you can, and do, in some cases puke blood.

Fourthly we have to talk about the fire, or rather demonic fire to be honest. 

According to Undertaker Vincent was burned up to the point that there was no bones left. We know for a fact that when Sebastian burned the house down in the circus arc there was no one there but doll whom they had to kill. We also know that Sebastian burned down the original cult house and that was an inferno.

Lastly we need to talk in short of Doll and Snake. During the Circus arc we saw that every member of the group was killed save her until the very end. We know that because of the fact that the two of them are alive that someone could have gotten out of the fire situation if they were outside of the range of it.

So based on recent events in the story and older chapters I’m going to put forth a theory as to what might be happening in regard to the death of Agni and why of all people Soma was targeted.

Adding this in because I thought this was really rather interesting and it connects to something I’m about to bring up down below. @thedarkestcrow and @midnight-in-town, both had connecting posts (here and here) in regard to this asked question “ What if there is no Twin.” . 

In their post the poster noted the possibility of someone gas lighting Ciel into thinking his twin was alive. This could fall right into what Blavat wants and makes additional sense. They also noted that someone had to have told Baron Kelvin about what the set up was for the cult event that he missed. This means that there’s the chance that someone survived. And we know that one can survive the demon fire if you’re not in the place when it’s burning. Doll was only killed after she made it to the location, so we know that once outside you can live.

There’s also the fact that Ciel has been carried out of the fire by Sebastian, and we know that demons can control fire.

We know for a fact that whoever broke into the house was someone that knew about the events the night of the cult. Now the only people that we know of that know of what was going down there was Ciel, Sebastian and possibly one other person. This one other person may have been Blavat. We don’t know anything about his past but what we have gleaned so far is that he’s someone that knows how to manage large events, and that he has money to spend on the concert hall and costumes. Has connections to Nina, and also has shown that he has religious devotion to the Blue Star given everything that he’s doing.

We also know that when he saw Ciel he was surprised to see him in the first place. As if he recognized him and Sebastian.

So could it be that Blavat had been someone like Joker and the Circus crew at one point. A person that had lost their way and was in need of care and compassion, and the person that took him in was a member? Or it could very well be that he was one of the people that was being held by the cult? Either way, he may have been out of range of the fire that night and saw Ciel and Sebastian. So could he have been the person to have told the baron how to build the room.

However I have to wonder about that Tummy thing. We’re all predisposed by now to assume it’s the ring. Clearly Yana wants us to think it’s the ring and Ciel seems to think it’s the ring or at least something akin to it. We’re also guessing that the warning was for Ciel, but what if that’s not the case.

Yes it was put in Ciel’s room but who would be the first to see it going in. Sebastian. Now the weird thing about the situation for me regarding the ring and the message, why would Polaris carve that into the wall? If Twin Ciel was dead at the moment, would he even realize the ring had been taken out of him? Assuming the Who means that he doesn’t know who did it, then why put it in Ciel’s room?

There’s another thing that it could be referring to, that being a soul. So let’s say for this moment that the twin is dead. No bringing him back. If I was a demon that had had wanted a meal, and Sebastian took my place, I would be rather unhappy. Remember Sebastian did say that he was a picky eater, and that souls are a full on meal for them.

 If Ciel’s soul is so unique that Sebastian, who is starving, is willing to wait for it, that’s a damn fine treat. Any demon would see this soul as a form of delicacy or candy. So that message may not be directly for Ciel that could be for Sebastian.

The other thing is that if they are gas lighting Ciel, then could it be rather than a normal human that has taken the form of Ciel’s twin, could that be a demon? Remember they can look however they want, and if that’s the case, then maybe the reason they were targeting Soma and Agni wasn’t because of Ciel, maybe it was because of Sebastian. If the demon saw how, or got an idea of Sebastian caring for others, it wouldn’t be too hard to think that maybe he or she saw an opportunity to hurt him by killing a human that he genuinely respected as punishment for his actions or slights that they felt. Taking on the form of Ciel would only magnify that feeling. And, again, if they can take any form, what’s to stop a Demon from taking on the form of the Earl?

[nelrunari]

❖ AND THE DREAM CALLS: AIHA

❖ Character Section ❖

Character Name: Aiha

Pronouns: He/him

Age: Over 400 years; physically, he seems to be in his early twenties.

Trigger Warnings: Child abuse/neglect/abandonment, cults, forced cannibalism, death/murder, suicidal idealization

(as a note, these aren’t usually present in Aiha’s RP interactions, but rather take place in his past.)

Appearance: Not at all tall, and not too muscular or chubby; really, Aiha’s build would be fairly average if he weren’t barely 5’ tall (and that counts his ears into it, so technically he’s even shorter), though he doesn’t look childish or overly young. He has light skin, lightly freckled here and there (mostly over his shoulders and back). Aiha’s hair is colored in a vibrant, nearly golden shade of blond; it’s fluffy and long and he holds it together in a high ponytail, and even with that it still reaches past his waist. A pair of ears, not too unlike a fox’s, sit on top of his head; their fur is colored in the same hue as his hair, but their tips are black in color. Aiha’s eyes are sharp and their irises are silvery, almost white; framed by long eyelashes, Aiha’s eyes seem to have a bit of a piercing effect to them — like his gaze can cut someone in half. His face has red marks at some spots in it: one underneath each of his eyes like some sort of eyeliner, one running down the bridge of his nose, and three over each of his cheeks like they’re mimicking an animal’s whiskers. He has four long, fluffy tails, colored the same way his ears are: the same color as his hair, but tipped in black. All his nails are long and sharp like claws and so are his teeth, which look more like a shark’s than the teeth of the animal he’s supposed to represent. Aiha usually wears long and flowy robes, with no shoes or other accessories unless it’s absolutely necessary; if he could he’d definitely walk around wearing nothing at all, but unfortunately that is frowned upon, so he’s stuck with simple clothes.

Personality: Aiha, fickle as he is, tries not to be too obnoxious or flighty. At his core he’s full of fear and it shows in the way he reacts to things such as screams and displays of anger, in the way he flinches and shrinks when those things happen around him. He does his best to move past it, however, and usually the Aiha others see is nice, kind, a bit cocky even — a charismatic mixture of traits that Aiha has molded into a near-perfect mask so others won’t ask why he always seems so distant and detached from others. Truly, Aiha refuses to form bonds that are too intimate or personal; he keeps others at an arm’s distance from him even if they do want to become closer. It’s something Aiha can’t bring himself to do, not after a certain incident that took place so long ago. Aware of his own immortality and his peers’ lack of it, Aiha doesn’t want to make himself like someone too much, not when they can be taken away from him so quickly. He’s a bit of a quiet man, though he does speak a lot when prompted — it’s always about things that aren’t personal, however, and Aiha is rarely caught talking about himself. With a distant look in his eyes, Aiha always seems a little bit taciturn, like there’s something weighing him down, but he never talks about what such a thing could be. This will all build up into a dangerous explosion, however, as Aiha has nowhere to find solace in, and that lack of safety will make him lose his so well-crafted mask eventually.

Background: Aiha is the bastard child of a fox god; born from a human mother in the middle of winter, he was abandoned shortly after birth, for his mother was disgusted at the fact that Aiha wasn’t fully human. His father couldn’t come down from the gods’ realm to assist him, yet that didn’t stop him from influencing his son’s life. Aiha was protected from the harsh cold of winter by a pack of divine red foxes sent by his father to aid him, and they kept Aiha safe and happy until spring started and he was found by a small group of humans — asleep, lying under a cherry blossom tree, wrapped in soft linen. Seeing his little fox ears peeking out from the expensive fabric around him, the humans deemed Aiha a blessing from the fox god — Aiha’s father — they worshipped.

He was taken by this group to their home village, in which he was handed to a couple who couldn’t have children naturally. Aiha was barely a few months old by then, and his foster parents cared greatly for him. Yet, there seemed to be a problem with him: he couldn’t see. Aiha was born blind, his eyes colored a near-white shade of silver, and no matter how close or far an object was placed in front of him, he couldn’t detect it at all. That wasn’t a problem to his parents, they loved him all the same, but it did damage his ability to function; he needed to be watched over and guided constantly, as he couldn’t do much by himself in this initial stage of his life. Aiha managed to adapt, however — slowly getting used to certain habits and routines that, although different, helped him function by himself.

Aiha aged slower than his peers; as he grew from infant to child, his parents were already a little less than twenty years older than they were when he came into their lives. Aiha would begin to feel left out as the children he’d play with grew old while he only gained a few centimeters in height. This would cause Aiha to isolate himself a bit; he entered his early teen years as the children of his playmates were born and grew into toddlers. One day, during a fit of anguished crying, Aiha suddenly felt like his head had exploded — but that was only the awakening of his powers. Being abruptly surrounded by color and light and life around him while not knowing why, Aiha could only faint: and during this moment of unconsciousness, his father came to visit him in his dreams. Aiha was taught about his origins, his powers, and what he could do with them. Aiha… didn’t take it well. He didn’t want to be different from everyone around him; he begged the fox god to be turned into a normal human, but it was to no avail. Aiha eventually woke up, now more distraught than he had ever been before.

Having no option other than embracing his divine nature, Aiha began to adapt to his powers and to hone them. Aiha now spends all his time alone, locked in his room, testing himself: his limits, strengths and weaknesses, and how hard he could push himself before breaking down. Aiha understands himself very quickly: he knows he can ‘see’ and that living beings are drawn to him, but it’s not until a couple of weeks after the incident with his father that he learns of his future-seeing ability — in a rather dramatic way. Aiha gets a vision of a heavy carriage catching fire due to the products it was carrying; Aiha is a honest boy and tells his parents about it, but they dismiss it all the way up until the carriage is brought up in real life. Aiha tells its owner about the vision he had, and the owner takes his words but with a grain of salt. The carriage eventually catches fire — but the owner saves himself, thanks to Aiha’s warning.

[ TW:  cannibalism ] His village’s opinion of him changes, so suddenly it gives him whiplash. Aiha is seen as a savior, as a hero, as a prophet. His parents allow him to be taken to a different house, a bit deeper into the woods surrounding his village, so the villagers can set up a small shrine for him there. Aiha is worshipped, treated like a blessing and not the curse he saw himself as — but that came with a price. For the longest time Aiha couldn’t force or induce visions, and that angered the villagers that saw him as an instant future-seeing device. The villagers’ distorted vision of what Aiha is and what Aiha can do turn them — slowly, not too quickly — to cruelty and absurdity. Aiha is given sacrifices, meat from rare animals and flesh from unfortunate travelers who wandered too close to the village; he never accepts them, but he doesn’t have a choice on the matter. He’ll suffer harsher punishments if he doesn’t eat the sacrifices, after all.

Aiha now regrets ever telling the owner of that carriage about his vision. The cult that has formed around him is far too much for someone as young as him; he wants to escape, to run away, to be released from this place and never come back, and one day he gets that opportunity: in the shape of a young man who had been recently assimilated into Aiha’s cult. Aiha never learned the man’s name; he was too respectful to Aiha to even so much as put himself into equality with him by stating his name, but what Aiha did know is that this man cared about him in a way the rest of his cult never did and never would. The man and Aiha would meet up often and… talk, and relax, and sometimes he’d hold Aiha with such gentleness that it almost felt wrong, like Aiha didn’t deserve such a thing.

He’s eased into that softness and comfort so carefully that when he receives a proposal to run away with the man he had come to love, he almost rejects it right away — the way they were at that time felt too good to abandon. Aiha, however, is tempted with the prospect of never having to deal with his cult again, and he accepts the offer eventually. Alongside that offer, he’s given a ring made entirely out of a gemstone he can’t identify, and he clings to it all the way up until he and the man manage to escape the cult’s domain — and are caught shortly after. The man Aiha loved so much was then killed right in front of Aiha’s eyes, but at least Aiha wasn’t recaptured by the cult; his father came to his aid, appearing to the cult’s members and scaring them away.

Lost, feeling empty, and having nowhere to go, Aiha begs his father to take him out of his misery, to kill him so he can meet his lover again; his father refuses, and instead guides Aiha into a temporary shelter to keep him safe from the harsh winter that had just arrived into the land. The shelter in question is an empty shrine, far away from where Aiha’s cult was located, and in it Aiha finds a comfortable place to simply hide in for a while. Clinging to the ring he had been given, Aiha slowly went into a dormant state in which he stayed for many, many years, and during that time he didn’t dream; it was simply as if he had slipped into a void.

Aiha wakes up a couple hundred years later, surrounded by humans who were in awe at his form. Fearing they might have been another cult, he immediately tried to run away, but those humans proved themselves to be far less scary and strict than his cult was. They give him clothes, food, a comfortable bed; most importantly, they give him healthy human interaction, and now he lives in their small community like he’s one of them. Aiha can’t bring himself to forget the man that had tried to save him, however, and the anger he carries him his heart for his father and the humans that had rescued him so long ago now is so overwhelming sometimes that he feels like he’s going to explode, but… no one needs to know that.

Memento: The ring his lover gave him, made of a deep scarlet stone Aiha never identified. It’s perfectly smooth in surface and perfectly powerless in nature, as it is simply a reminder of the one he cared for the most.

Natural Abilities: 

near-immortality — Aiha is unable to die from old age or illness. He can be killed through injuries or poisoning, but if he’s simply left to age, he’ll reincarnate when the time comes, or ascend into full and complete godhood.

ADDENDUM: While in Nelrunari, Aiha will be unable to ascend to full godhood. 

enhanced senses — his other four senses are stronger, as if they were trying to compensate for his blindness. His hearing in particular is very good, but it may cause sensory overload sometimes.

clairvoyance — Aiha can see people, objects and events despite his lack of sight in a radius of approximately half a kilometer; he can’t ‘switch’ it on and off, but he can close his eyes and shut out visual stimulation like sighted people can. The things he sees aren’t completely realistic or crystal clear; they’re a bit blurry and depending on how saturated or bright his surroundings are he’ll get overwhelmed and feel pain, but most of the time he can use that ability to ‘see’ despite his blindness.

Power History: 

future sight — as an oracle, Aiha is able to receive visions of the future: near or far, his own or someone else’s. He can induce them on his own, too, but that takes a bit more energy than the spontaneous visions do.

shapeshifting — specifically, Aiha can turn into a red fox, the two key differences between that form and a regular fox being its three tails and the black markings on its face, which mirror the red marks on Aiha’s face.

attractive aura — Aiha has a short-ranged, invisible aura that draws living beings to him, in different ways depending on who it is; he can’t control it or switch it off.

Extra: I teared up a little bit while writing his backstory I apologize for being this lame. His pinterest board is good……

❖ Nelrunari Section ❖

Ward: Agaysta

Player Tag: Here

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Name/Alias: Elisa

Contact: @meltiinglove (twitter), @saberbi (tumblr)

Age: 21

Pronouns: She/he

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I'm REALLY sorry I don't want to seem like a weird stalker or anything but I was looking through petpages and I really wanna know.... is the reason why Imawa looks the way he does because of the fireworks? What's his connection with the twins? (I assume they were the two little kids in the picture w/ young!Imawa) And what does the hissi inn keeper/cult leader do in terms of cult stuff? I really love your ocs and your art!

NO WORRIES!! I’m extremely flattered you’re interested in them, so thank you!(and honestly I’m quite a bit of a petpage stalker myself hahaha)

Brief answer: -Imawa and the Twins are siblings! Imawa is the eldest by a large margin.-The fireworks are more of a recurring visual symbol/theme than anything else-The Innkeeper uh…she and the cult are outwardly altruistic, BUT SHE DEVOURS PEOPLE……

Long answer: I actually have some concept art/material that I’m currently working on for them, so here’s a REALLY HUGE barely coherent dump of some details I’ve been mulling over. Things are subject to change as I go along and refine it, but the general ideas are here.(warning:  heavy-ish stuff ahead…?): 

[Imawa and the Twins]-They’re siblings!Imawa is older than them by about 10 years or so, and acted more as a caretaker/parental figure.-They’re a bit of a (perhaps overly) tragedy-wrought family.-From a remote farming village in the mountains of Shenkuu, their family was ostracized within the community on account of an ancient offense from generations ago.The offense, the crime, the taboo- whatever it was that occurred in the past was clearly no longer relevant in the present, but in such a sequestered society, it was simply convenient to have a scapegoat for ill happenings and misfortunes.Thus, the family lived under extremely poor conditions.-Scorned by the community and avoided like the plague by the villagers, the only thing they could rely on was each other; family was the most important thing.-The Twins were the lights in Imawa’s bleak life. He wanted nothing more than for them to have a better life, and often went out of his way to keep them entertained by crafting little trinkets and toys with whatever he could find.He’d probably do ANYTHING for them.(the general basis behind the Fireworks images/short script)-The Twins themselves were often perplexed by the odd rules they had to follow in order to stay out of trouble with the village, as they didn’t understand the nuance behind the shunning they experienced.They were blissfully unaware, and were mostly content to just spend time running around and playing in the mountains as kids do; but they were also very curious.-The family consisted of the 3 siblings, and their parents. -Was very close-knit despite their hardships, and maintained a meager but otherwise peaceful existence on the very outskirts of the village settlement.

[EXCEPT THINGS ALWAYS GET WORSE]-While the twins were still very young, their mother had succumbed to an otherwise curable illness; they weren’t able to get any medical attention due to the taboo placed upon them by the villagers.So she died a tragically preventable death :’ (-This was the true start of everything going down hill, though it wasn’t immediately apparent. -Their father fell into a deep depression after the loss of his wife, but he tried his hardest to keep going for the sake of the children. A listless and meek man, he always made it a point to warn the children to stay out of trouble with the villagers.-Imawa became extremely protective over the twins after the passing of their mother-He felt a great anger towards the cold-hearted villagers and a helplessness towards their situation. -(Around this time is when the past-firework image is placed chronologically)-(Some drastic(?) series of events happen that causes the 3 siblings to end up at an orphanage run by the Cult; still working the exact details of this part out)

-(The whole family is so miserably prone to misfortune, big or small, that I’m fairly certain there’s something more sinister going on in the background of the village, which I might expand on later from a different perspective)

[Imawa - Then and Now]-Originally a Grey Kacheek. -Weak of constitution, he couldn’t really help his father out much in the fields so he took to doing household chores and looking after his younger siblings.-KIND OF A ‘MOM’…..since their mother died while the twins were still very young, he sort of naturally took on this sort of role (perhaps unknowingly) to fill that void. 

- (This quality remains at his core even in the present day. While generally unfriendly and distrustful of others, he really looks after those that are close to him (Paskur, Delivery Grundo) and hides surprisingly high domestic skills. Also kind of obsessive about keeping places tidy.)

-Was always very resourceful and mature for his age, and quick to learn.-Young Imawa initially hoped to take the Imperial Exam and get a governmental job at the capital, in order to improve the family’s living conditions and just get away from the poverty and scornful villagers. …Things didn’t really pan out in the end.

-While at the orphanage, he was scouted by some shady Virtupets officials for his unusual intelligence (the non-civilian, Dr.Sloth-associated Virtupets?)Desperate to grasp at any opportunity to help his siblings lead a more normal life, he took their offer to be trained and employed at the Space Station, on the condition that the Twins would be properly cared for at the orphanage through his salary.

-He failed to take into account how his absence would affect the young twins. -Shoyru Boy, too young to understand how their older brother was looking out for them, became increasingly distraught as he felt convinced that Imawa had all but abandoned them.This lead to his great fear and anxieties towards abandonment; family was always the most important thing, but what can you do when even family leaves you behind? Their mother, their father, and then Imawa- it was far too much for him to handle.-Kacheek Girl became inevitably chained to her twin as his keeper; while they’ve always been at each other’s side, it took on a much graver meaning as she was now his only mental support. She had to quickly take on a role of responsibility, though she kept holding onto a vague hope that Imawa would come back for them soon.

-While working for Virtupets, Imawa willingly elected to be mutated, as his frail body was starting to fail him– he couldn’t afford to die.-It was largely successful, and granted him a body with an enhanced metabolism and sensory processing. His previously failing eyesight became exponentially sharp and clear.BUT…. it also made him extremely sensitive to light and sound, and prone to crippling migraines.(He LITERALLY can’t quite see the fireworks the same way as he did before :( )-By taking this decision however, he became very afraid of returning to the Twins, and having them see how horrendously he’s changed. Kind of dug his own grave, in a way.-Convinces himself that he’s monstrous and hideously twisted at heart and his mutant appearance an apt reflection of that…..BUT he’s actually very much soft-hearted, with a rational perception of morality and common sense.….However, that doesn’t mean he won’t follow through with questionable or morally reprehensible orders. 

[The Cult]-At the surface the cult appears as a sort of charity organization, and often runs food drives, charity events, volunteer programs, and other humanitarian (N…neopetarian??) efforts. -They have a pretty good reputation and nothing seems very suspect, save for the sometimes EXTREME sense of self-sacrifice the members seem to display.Maybe a bit TOO friendly, as well.- The Twins play a part in this by hosting charity concerts and personally helping out at events. The cult supports and organizes their idol activities, and the staff members consist almost entirely of cultists.The plan is to spread the influence of their ideology through mass-media (and in doing so, roping in new members)-The cult tends to target and appeal to those that are in bad situations and are prone to influence; the poor and displaced, youths with issues, those fraught with heavy worries and problems, individuals without a place to belong, etc. Sometimes you also have the types with savior complexes that need fulfilling, or just general do-gooders who are drawn to the idea of doing good for the community.-The cult provides a tightly-knit, supportive community structure bound by the idea that ‘Everyone can help each other if you give your selves willingly’

[What’s actually happening behind the scenes]-Hissi Innkeeper has a delusional belief that she’s a manifestation of the Thousand-Year Martyr, an obscure altruistic figure from a local legend whose story acts as the foundation for the cult’s ideology.-She idolizes the Martyr as her ideal of true beauty– Self-Sacrifice.In fact, she’s so enamored by the very idea of the Martyr that she’s come to believe that SHE /IS/ THE THOUSAND-YEAR MARTYR.She’s both a worshipper, AND the idol of worship itself.-In order to fully ‘become’ the Thousand-Year Martyr, she’s gone to excessive lengths to prolong her life and maintain her beauty– emulating the supposedly immortal figure.-Initially her methods were pretty benign.She dabbled in things like traditional medicines, cosmetics, charms and potions, weird diets, prayer and offerings, spells, etc.But when they didn’t have the effect she desired, she began dipping into more…questionable, occult practices.-More bluntly: She EATS people, under the belief that their flesh and blood will give her new life.-She’s one step away from becoming a real monster.

-While she truly believes in and endorses the cult’s main ideology of Self-Sacrifice, it also serves as a perfect ideology to condition her most devout followers into willingly offer up their flesh and blood.-The conditioning process usually starts off with smaller, secret gatherings that call for ritual offerings of blood, which gradually escalate as the devotees become entrapped in the mythos of the process.-Some of the funds that support the cult were gained by devotees who gave up their worldly possessions, as part of the gradual sacrifice process.-Not everyone in the cult is aware of the more sinister side; there are many peripheral followers that just attend the seminars and charity events, and don’t go much further than that.

[The Cult’s Structure, summarized]—Outer Layer—-Charity organization.-Ingrains members into the community through kind acts and philanthropy, and introduces them to the altruistic(?) ideology behind the cult.-Relatively benign, but often uses peer pressure as a tactic to indoctrinate new members.

—Middle Layer—-The actual ‘Cult’ level. A cult of personality combined with a mystery cult.-Cultists are initiated into the secret rituals and formally introduced to the ‘mythos’ behind the cult.-The Innkeeper/Cult Leader serves as a proxy and avatar to their idol of worship (Thousand-Year Martyr), and adds an occult/mystic element that asks for the cultists to offer up their blood in the name of the Martyr.-The Martyr itself is characterized to the cultists as a sort of conceptual being or divine force that exists within everyone– omniscient, benevolent, sympathetic, compassionate, forgiving, and able to bring about miracles….but requires the worshippers to first show their own ‘kindness’ in return.

-The cool bonus is that you get your very own pretty cultist garb, made from Hissi Innkeeper’s (shed) skin. WOW WHAT A DEAL!!

—Inner Layer–-Hissi Innkeeper’s personal circle.-If you’re here you’re either really high up in the ladder, or completely ready to be served up as dinner.Maybe both.

[Innkeeper and the Twins]-The Innkeeper considers the Twins to be like her very own children, and she dotes on them dearly.-She took in these unfortunate twins from the orphanage (sponsored by the Cult) during one of her visits, and she’s since raised them as her own and indoctrinated them into her cult.-….However, she’s not above using them for the purpose of the cult. They act as her close agents for monitoring and spreading the cult’s activities at a wider scale.-The Twins also participate in and sometimes lead the blood rituals.-While Shoyru Boy is completely loyal and unquestioning, Kacheek Girl holds a fear that one day they may be next on the platter.She can’t really run away or even confront the Innkeeper though, as she does feel a deep appreciation and obligation towards her for taking care of them. There’s also the fact that she couldn’t ever leave her brother behind and betray his trust….-A bit of a complicated ‘Hansel and Gretel’ sort of situation.

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WHO ARE THE ILLUMINATI?

Posted by stevew | Feb 1, 2018 | 2018, Conspiracy, Cabal, and Government, Daily Blog

WHO ARE THE ILLUMINATI?

January 30, 2018

Rabbi Marvin Antelman  (193?-2014) deserves credit for revealing that the Illuminati originated in a “heretical”  Cabalist Jewish movement — the Sabbatean Frankists — named after its progenitors Sabbatai Zvi (1626-1676) and Jacob Frank (1726-1791.) This mostly Jewish movement, which garbs itself in Gentile Freemasonry,  assumes the identity of the target population and subverts it from within. A Jewish authority, Gershom Scholem, describes them as “demonically possessed.” These are the Satanists behind Communism, Nazism, Zionism and the NWO. Trump no doubt is one. So is Obama, Soros and the satanic secret society behind Hillary Clinton.

They are behind the destruction of Christianity, the attack on gender, and the general spiritual malaise afflicting the West.

(Editor’s Note: I realize we have been over this territory before. But a lot of new people are realizing that the conspiracy is not a theory. I see my role as keeping this vital knowledge alive and current.)

“The Influence of Sabbatean Frankism on the World”

by Thomas Muller

One of the most hidden aspects of the history of the last 350 years is the impact of the Shabbetian Messianic movement. It was led by Shabbetai Tzvi starting June 6, 1666 (6666). Tzvi convinced, perhaps, half of the world’s Jewry at its peak that he was the true Messiah. A vast Sabbatian movement promoted the Messianic ambitions of Tzvi, who only recognized the sacred book of Kabbalah, the Zohar and rejected the Torah and Talmud.

The Sabbatian Luciferian phenomenon was kept alive through the centuries with great help. In the 18th century, Jacob Frank reintroduced Sabbatianism to Europe en route to America and Palestine. Although Jewish scholars have dissected Sabbatianism and Frankism, little of it is known to the outside world. Rabbi Marvin Antelman believes the movement lives on at least in spirit and refers to today’s believers as “satanic Sabbatian Frankists.” The article that follows uses Antelman’s book, “To Eliminate the Opiate,” as the primary source to document these events.

Jewish scholar Gershom Scholem attempts to answer this question of why Sabbatianism has been swept under the rug in his book “Holiness of Sin,” as follows:

Secularist historians, on the other hand, have been at pains to de-emphasize the role of Sabbatianism for a different reason. Not only did most of the families once associated with the Sabbatian movement in Western and Central Europe continue to remain afterward within the Jewish fold, but many of their descendants, particularly in Austria, rose to positions of importance during the 19th century as prominent intellectuals, great financiers, and men of high political connections.

“Sabbatian cults are well documented in the ‘Encyclopedia Judaica’ and in the writings of Israeli academics, including the late professor Y. Tishbi, Yehuda Liebes and Yaacov Katz.

In a nutshell, these groups sexually practiced incest, pedophilia, adultery and homosexuality and were otherwise depraved. The Talmud states that the Messiah will come only in an age that is completely guilty or completely innocent (Sanhedrin 98a). From this epigram, the Frankists would declare, “Since we cannot all be saints, let us all be sinners.”

One has to wonder what insanity was inside the minds of Jews that would cause so many to buy into this nihilist cult. In addition, Sabbatians and Frankists practiced inbreeding which surely didn’t help with any tendency towards psychosis and neurosis. In his day, over a million Jews from every walk of life proclaimed and hailed Tzvi as their deliverer. …

JACOB FRANK

After a forced conversion to Islam by the Sultan, the cult died down. Then, Jacob Frank, one of history’s nastiest men, encountered the Sabbatian Dönmeh while he was a traveling salesman in Turkey in 1750. He refined the concept of the Messiah, declared himself so, and urged members of the movement to sin as the means to salvation. It was called the “cult of the all-seeing eye.”

The Frankist “believer” had an inverted, deceptive belief system. One must not appear to be as they really are. The last belief justified its followers’ pursuit of the double lives they led. One could appear to be a religious Jew on the outside and, in reality, be a Frankist. The Dönmeh officially converted to Islam but remained (hidden) crypto-Jews. Similarly so, the many Frankists who officially converted to Catholicism.

The great majority of Frankists who outwardly appeared to embrace Judaism integrated themselves into the Jewish community. Despite the fact that they were all outwardly religious, they still cherished as their goal “the annihilation of every religion and positive system of belief,” and they dreamed “of a general revolution that would sweep away the past in a single stroke so that the world might be rebuilt.”

For the Frankist, anarchic destruction represented all the Luciferian radiance, and “great is a sin committed for its own sake.” The Frankists taught that their Four Godheads represented the major religions that needed to be destroyed: Elijah represents the ultimate Messiah, which is reached by starting with Judaism, represented by Jonathan Eibeschutz; going on to Islam represented by Shabbetai Tzvi; the last portal represented by Frank in Christianity. After the revolution comes Big Brother, who rules the earth.

The Frankists enticed women to leave their husbands and to join their orgies. Families were broken up by the hundreds. This is even more amazing considering the strong family life that characterized the Jews in the communities of Podolia, Moravia, Poland, Hungary and Romania at that time.

The Encyclopedia Judaica states that Frank’s considerable wealth and income “was a constant source of wonder and speculation, and the matter was never resolved.”

In 1752, Frank married a Bulgarian Jewish woman named Channa. She was very beautiful, and he utilized her, as was the custom among members of his sect, to ensnare hundreds of men who had licentious affairs with her to build up the strength of his sect.

In 1755, Frank returned to Poland, where he associated with the Sabbatian leaders of Podolia and visited and expanded Jewish communities that had been known for their heretical leanings since the beginning of the 18th century.

RABBIS CRACK DOWN

After Frankists burned copies of the Talmud and accused Jews of ritual murders, the rabbis had seen enough. In 1756 in the city of Satinow, rabbis formally excommunicated Frank and all of his followers. They prohibited intermarriage with any members of the sect. Rabbi Jacob Emden (1697- 1776) wrote in a letter that it was forbidden for anyone to have mercy on them.

Divorced from traditional Judaism, a group of Frankists in Europe converted to Catholicism in 1759. But a year later, Frank was accused of heresy and was thrown into the Citadel of Czenstokova. Frank lived comfortably at the monastery for 13 years.

[The term] Frankism was coined in early 19th century and was initially a slur directed at the descendants of Frank’s followers who converted to Roman Catholicism and attempted to conceal their background.

According to contemporary accounts, the Warsaw Frankists were at 6,000. It was put at 24,000 in the whole of Poland. The cultists were said to monopolize certain trades and professions, including lending, brothels and alcohol. This factor led to many conflicts between Polish burghers and the Frankists. In Polish brochures and pamphlets published in Warsaw in the 1790s, the Frankists were portrayed as neither Jewish nor Christian (religious chameleons) and were characterized as managing to escape the control of both Jewish and Polish authorities.

After the rabbis succeeded in reducing the sect some Frankists turn up in Moravia and Vienna. There was already an influential clan in Prague that pre-dated Jacob Frank. For reasons not adequately explained by Rabbi Antelman in his book, many of the Frankist families at this time were wealthy elites. Our theory is that their low morals and evil intent allowed them to move aggressively into the lucrative vice trades which more traditionally religious peoples avoided.

Additionally, because many were now “officially” Catholic, they were able to join or form Masonic lodges where they liked to plot and conspire. In particular, the elite Frankist inbred families operated out of the Mason Order of Asiatic Brethren in Vienna. More lodges were opened in Hamburg and Berlin. Even gentile Masonic lodges were very amenable to Jewish converts to Christianity, especially among men of means (crypto-Jew Frankists) who could grease palms and provide sexual favors. This led to a path of infiltration and of course compromising control.

THE ELITE FRANKISTS

After his release from the citadel, Frank moved to Brno, Moravia, to hang out with his brother, who was the head of the large Dobrushka family. Jacob Frank even adopted that name. They were Frankist loyalists. The family included eight sons. Two who changed their name to Frey were leading Jacobins in the French Revolution and were guillotined when the Jacobins were removed. Frank resided for 13 years in Brno. His brother Solomon (1715-1774) held both the lucrative potash and the tobacco monopolies in Moravia.

Though they had a tendency to inter-marry and inbreed within their own group, the elite Luciferian Frankists had no problem strategically assimilating with select wealthy Catholic families. Indeed, by all accounts, they were gold diggers and seductresses who also had money in their own right. Frank’s own daughter Eva slept with Crown Prince and future Emperor Joseph II in Vienna, where for a time Frank was welcome within the court. Besides the sexual servicing of Joseph II, the Hapsburgs thought he could be useful in converting and assimilating Jews.

Frankists also freely held both Jewish, Catholic or Islamic names. Sabbatians and Frankists epitomize the term “crypto-Jew.” As time went on, Frankism became more of a predatory psychopathic belief system and excuse to sin and indulge than anything else.

Eight Dobruskas “officially” converted to Christianity and six were ennobled. One of Solomon’s granddaughters, Francesca Dobrushka, married into the Hoenig family, later ennobled as the von Hoenigsbergs. The Hoenigsberg family acquired most of its wealth as descendants of Loebel Hoenig who, during the Austrian secession of 1740-1748 and the Seven Year War of 1756-1763, accumulated a fantastic fortune as a supplier of the Austrian army. Loebel’s eldest son, Israel Hoenig (1724-1808), achieved control of the Austrian tobacco monopoly.

Other prominent Sabbeatians were the Wehles family of Prague. One, Gottlieb Wehle, came to the United States with a large constituency of Frankists from Bohemia and Moravia after the Revolution of 1848. One member of this clan was Louis Brandeis (1856-1941), the Supreme Court Justice and ardent Zionist who was instrumental in promoting the Federal Reserve Bank. Supreme Court Justice Felix Frankfurter is reported to have received a copy of Eva Frank’s portrait from his mother, a descendant of a Prague Frankist family.

Isaac Daniel Itzig of Berlin also had Frankist familial connections. He ran the Press of the Jewish Free School, which in 1796 changed its name to the Oriental Printing Office, considered to be a powerful instrument of “cultural reform” and intellectual precursor to the Frankfurt School. Rabbi Antelman labels Itzig as an earlier Communist. In fact, Antelman documents a theory that holds that proto-Frankists were the vanguards of the Marxist-Communist philosophy.

Itzig’s father Daniel aka Daniel Yoffe was financial adviser to King Frederick William II of Prussia who, when he was crown prince, was a member of the Berlin llluminati. Itzig (1750-1806) was a purveyor of silver to the Royal Prussian mint. Along with banker-merchant H. Ephraim during the Seven-Year War, he issued debased coinage that not only contributed to inflation but helped the Prussian government fight the war. These two powerful Frankist families were later joined in marriage.

Frankist Mayer Arnstein married Theresa Wertheimer, granddaughter of banker and chief rabbi Samson Wertheimer of Austria. Rabbi Wertheimer (1658-1724) was considered to be the wealthiest Jew in Europe between 1694 and 1704. He was a financial administrator for emperors Leopold I, Joseph I and Charles VI and supervised their diplomatic missions. This earned him the nickname Judenkaiser or Jewish Emperor. Arnstein in turn financed the Tyrolese peasant revolt against France and Bavaria.

The same pattern continuously emerges. Brilliant, wealthy Luciferians addicted to power, anxious to superficially assimilate, to destroy religions, to indulge in radicalism, shady ethics and to live cryptic, two-faced lives, sometimes posing as religious Jews, Catholics, Protestants or Muslims but indulging their revolutionary radicalism in secret. Even as Frankism itself diminished, at least on the surface, as a large and organized sect, its belief system received a strong toehold even within the Catholic faith through Frankist “conversions.”

ROTHSCHILD CONNECTION

Near the end of his life, Frank lived in Offenbach, just outside Frankfurt. He lived in regal style and maintained a militia. He died in Offenbach on August 10, 1791, having settled there in 1786.

When the Frankists established themselves in 1786 in the Frankfurt suburb of Offenbach, they were patronized by “unidentified philanthropists” of the Frankfurt community. But during the Frankfurt Masonic Lodge’s formative years, the three most active members of the Frankfurt Judenloge were Frankist-influenced: Sigmund Geisenheimer, Michael Hess (1782-1860) and Justus Hiller, who were also leaders in the liberal Jewish Reformist movement. Michael Hess was hired by Mayer Amschel Rothschild (1744-1812) as a tutor for his children. Geisenheimer was Mayer Rothschild’s head clerk. Thus the spirit and mentality of Frankism received a large boost from the richest family in Europe. Incidentally, 29 of 58 of Mayer Amschel Rothschild’s grandchildren married first or second cousins.

Thanks to Clifford Shack for sending this.

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