#OvercomingDarkness

[harmonyhealinghub]

The Echo in the Walls Shaina Tranquilino October 1, 2024

Amelia and Jonathan had been searching for a fresh start, away from the noise and chaos of the city. The mansion they found, nestled deep within a forest, seemed like the perfect escape. Towering and ancient, with ivy crawling up its stone walls, it was a place shrouded in mystery. But the price was too good to ignore.

“This feels like a dream,” Amelia said as they stood in the grand foyer, gazing at the high, arched ceilings and marble floors. The place had a cold beauty to it, untouched by time, as though it had been waiting for them.

Jonathan smiled, squeezing her hand. “It’s perfect.”

But on the first night, as they lay in bed, Amelia heard something strange—a soft, almost imperceptible whisper, like wind sliding through cracks in the walls.

“What was that?” she asked, sitting up, her heart quickening.

Jonathan shrugged sleepily. “Probably just the wind. The place is old, after all.”

Amelia nodded, though she wasn’t convinced. As the days passed, the whispering became more persistent. At first, she thought it was her imagination. But then the whispers began to take shape, forming words—words she didn’t want to hear.

"He’s going to leave you."

She froze the first time it happened, standing alone in the long, dark hallway outside their bedroom. The voice was faint, almost tender, but unmistakable. It sounded like her own thoughts echoing back to her from the walls.

Amelia told herself it was stress. Moving had been difficult. Adjusting to a new place, especially one so isolated, could play tricks on the mind. She didn’t tell Jonathan. How could she explain that the house seemed to know her darkest fears?

But the whispers grew louder. At night, as they sat by the fireplace, she could hear them—soft murmurs hidden beneath the crackling of the flames. The voices whispered of betrayal, of loneliness, of secrets Jonathan was keeping.

"He’s hiding something from you."

One evening, Amelia finally asked, “Have you heard anything strange in the house?”

Jonathan looked at her, frowning. “Like what?”

“I don’t know,” she hesitated. “Like… voices?”

He laughed, though the sound was strained. “You’re just imagining things. This place is big. Old houses settle, creak.”

But that night, Amelia woke to the sound of Jonathan speaking in his sleep. She turned toward him, her pulse quickening.

"You can’t protect her."

She sat up, eyes wide. His lips moved, the words barely audible, but there was no mistaking the fear in his voice. He was dreaming, caught in some nightmare. But whose words were they?

The next morning, Jonathan was quiet, distant. When Amelia asked if he was okay, he brushed her off.

But she knew the truth. The house was getting to him too.

Days turned into weeks, and the mansion’s whispers became an ever-present hum. Amelia began to lose sleep. The whispers echoed in her ears, feeding her anxiety, telling her things she didn’t want to believe.

"He’s tired of you."

"You’re not enough."

The walls felt alive, like they were watching her, waiting for her to break. She avoided the mirrors, terrified of what she might see in them. Her reflection felt foreign, her mind unraveling under the weight of the house’s secrets.

One evening, as the sun set behind the thick trees, Amelia confronted Jonathan.

“Something’s wrong with this place,” she said, her voice trembling. “The walls… they know things. They’re telling me things.”

Jonathan’s face darkened. “Amelia, stop. You’re letting it get to you. It’s just a house.”

“No, it’s not!” she cried. “I can hear them, Jonathan. And I know you can too.”

For a moment, his expression softened. He opened his mouth to speak, but then the whispers came, louder than ever before, echoing between them.

"He’s already planning to leave you."

Jonathan’s eyes flickered, and in that brief second, Amelia knew the truth. The whispers weren’t lying.

With trembling hands, she backed away from him. “What have you been hiding from me?”

Before he could answer, a violent gust of wind tore through the room, rattling the windows. The house groaned, as if waking from a deep sleep. The whispers grew louder, drowning out their voices.

"It’s too late now."

Suddenly, the walls began to tremble. Cracks appeared, snaking across the ceiling like veins. Amelia’s heart pounded in her chest as the mansion seemed to close in around them. The whispers rose to a deafening roar.

And then, silence.

Jonathan stood frozen, his eyes wide, his face pale. "Amelia…" he whispered, but the fear in his voice was unmistakable.

The walls had spoken the truth.

The mansion had been waiting for them all along.

The silence that followed was thick and suffocating, as if the mansion were holding its breath. Amelia felt the chill of dread wrap around her like a shroud. She wanted to run, to escape the walls that seemed to pulse with an unseen energy, but Jonathan stood rooted in place, his face pale and expressionless.

“Amelia, we need to get out of here,” he finally said, breaking the heavy stillness. His voice was laced with fear, and for the first time, she saw the uncertainty in his eyes.

She nodded, feeling a surge of adrenaline. They turned toward the door, but as they stepped into the hallway, the whispers returned, cascading around them like a wave.

"You can’t escape your fate."

They hurried down the corridor, each step echoing ominously, but the whispers grew louder, swirling around them, drowning out their thoughts. The shadows seemed to stretch and twist, creeping closer with every passing second.

“Amelia!” Jonathan grabbed her arm, his grip tightening. “We have to stick together!”

She met his gaze, her heart racing. “We can’t let the house take us! We need to find a way to break whatever hold it has on us!”

They raced toward the main staircase, but as they reached the bottom, the house trembled again, and the whispers turned to a cacophony, a terrifying symphony of their deepest fears.

"He will leave you. You are nothing without him."

Amelia clutched her head, overwhelmed. “Stop! Just stop!” she screamed into the dark void.

Then, in that moment of desperation, she recalled the legend she had read about the mansion—a story of a family that had succumbed to the house’s whispers, unable to resist the pull of their own insecurities. But it also spoke of a way to silence the echoes: one had to confront the source of their fears.

“Jonathan!” she shouted over the noise, her voice fierce. “We have to face it! We need to confront what we’re afraid of!”

He hesitated, confusion and fear mingling in his eyes. “What do you mean?”

“The house feeds on our doubts! If we face what we fear the most, it might lose its power!”

Before Jonathan could respond, the walls shuddered violently, and a shadow darted past them. It was as if the very essence of the house was alive, writhing and grasping for them.

“Together,” Amelia urged, gripping his hand tightly. “We can do this together.”

They took a deep breath and faced each other. “I’m scared you’ll leave me,” Amelia admitted, her voice shaking. “That I’m not enough for you.”

Tears shimmered in Jonathan’s eyes. “I’m scared that I’ll fail you, that I won’t be able to protect you. But I love you, Amelia. I don’t want to lose you either.”

With those confessions, the whispers quieted, but they weren’t gone. Instead, they morphed into a softer, almost melancholic tone, as if the house itself were listening.

Amelia pressed on, her voice steady. “I’m afraid of being alone, of not being able to find my way. But I know I’m stronger than this place. We both are.”

The walls trembled again, but this time, they felt more alive than threatening. Jonathan nodded, his resolve strengthening. “I refuse to let this place take us. I love you, and together, we can face anything.”

With their hands clasped tightly, they moved deeper into the house, each step echoing their newfound strength. They faced the whispers together, acknowledging the fears that had haunted them since their arrival.

As they climbed the grand staircase, the air grew lighter, the oppressive darkness fading. The whispers became mere murmurs, like distant memories rather than threats.

Finally, they reached the room at the end of the hall—the library, where the walls were lined with books, tales of love and loss, joy and sorrow. In the center of the room stood a massive fireplace, cold and empty.

Amelia knelt beside the hearth, touching the stones. “This is where it ends,” she whispered, taking a deep breath. “We need to cleanse this place of its hold over us.”

Jonathan joined her, and together they gathered kindling from the surrounding shelves—pages torn from books that had whispered secrets of fear and despair. They stacked the wood in the fireplace, their hands steady despite the trembling walls.

“Are you ready?” he asked, looking into her eyes.

“Yes,” she said firmly. “Let’s burn away the fear.”

Jonathan struck a match and lit the kindling. Flames danced and flickered, casting a warm glow around the room. As the fire grew, the whispers grew frantic, rising in pitch and intensity, but they held their ground.

“Leave us!” Amelia shouted. “You have no power here!”

The flames roared, and with a final wail, the whispers faded into silence. The house trembled violently for a moment, and then—calm.

As the fire crackled, the room felt different. The air was lighter, the oppressive energy that had weighed on them lifted. They looked at each other, tears of relief in their eyes.

“Did we do it?” Jonathan whispered, his voice a mix of hope and disbelief.

Amelia smiled through her tears. “I think we did.”

They embraced, feeling the warmth of each other, of love conquering fear. The mansion, once a prison of whispers, now stood transformed, its shadows retreating into the corners.

Hand in hand, they stepped outside into the golden light of dawn. The forest around them was serene, birds chirping, sunlight filtering through the trees.

“We’re free,” Jonathan said, looking back at the mansion.

“Yes,” Amelia replied, a sense of peace settling in her heart. “And now we can start anew.”

Together, they walked away, leaving the echoes of the past behind, ready to embrace whatever lay ahead.

[heartstrings-and-hauntings]

The Weight of Doubt

Insecurity, jealousy, doubt, They circle like vultures, Leaving no way out now.

Stones being cast, Daggers being tossed, Feelings of being cornered, Feelings of being lost.

Standing with weak knees, And a tear-stained face, Not being able to remain in the place.

The darkness cannot swallow, The warmth has to stay within, Can't let the devils win— Have to stay calm and keep the peace within.

[christisilluminati]

A Call to Healing: The Word of Christ

This poem explores the struggle between darkness and redemption found within us through Christ. It begins by depicting a "single spirit" that embodies despair and sin, weaving through lives and igniting violence and turmoil. Amidst this chaos, the voice of Christ emerges as a beacon of hope, offering healing and the promise of redemption.

It emphasizes the transformative power of love and forgiveness, contrasting the temptations of the False God with the call of the Savior. The narrative encourages recognizing our struggles and embracing the light of Christ illuminating us all, who invites us to rise above the Vipers bite that leads to despair. Ultimately, it conveys a message of unity, healing, and the enduring strength of faith, inviting all to continue their journey toward spiritual enlightenment.

In the quiet depths of a hollowed heart, Where echoes of despair and shadows start, A single spirit roams, a specter of fate, Weaving through lives, a concealed darkness waits.

Born from the chaos of the earth, It whispers in silence, a murmur of coal, A flicker of violence, a breath of sin, The complex tapestry woven within.

In alleys forgotten, where shadows conspire, This spirit ignites an unquenchable fire, The rage of the voiceless, the cries of the meek, Mankind reflects it, the strong and the weak.

Beneath the surface, in each twisted lie, It dances through dreams, where the innocent die, With every decision, a choice to be made, The line between mercy and violence displayed.

Ode to the murders, the sins unconfessed, To the wars that were waged, to the souls dispossessed, Each drop of blood spilled stands as a testament, To the spirit of sin that whispers in every man's ear.

Yet amidst this turmoil, a voice breaks the night, The audible Word, a beacon of light, With power to shatter the chains of despair, A whisper of healing, a promise laid bare.

It echoes in the tabernacle, roaring through the night, A balm for the broken, a truth that defies, The weight of our burdens, the darkness we bear, The Word of Christ beckons, "Come, cast off your cares."

In the grip of temptation, we falter and fall, This viper bites us all, Yet the voice of redemption cuts through the venom, A reminder that love can conquer sin.

With the sound of Christs calling, the stillness gives way, To hope like a river that washes away, The scars of our past, the guilt we disguise, In the love of the Savior, our spirits can rise.

Oh, the stories we tell, of heroes and foes, Each tale a reflection of the spirit that grows, But the greatest of stories is woven in grace, In the heart of the One who showed us Christs place.

For violence breeds violence, and sin begets sin, Yet the audible Word can draw us within, Transforming our hearts, renewing our sight, Illuminating the path from darkness to light.

In the grip of despair, when our voices grow weak, The whispers of Christ, we find what we seek, A touch of forgiveness, a glimmer of hope, In the shadows of sorrow, we learn how to cope.

The temptress, the false god who lies, With promises gilded, he leads us to the grave, But the voice of the Savior speaks louder and clear, Inviting the weary to draw ever near.

For within this great struggle, a lesson unfolds: That love can triumph where the spirit once scolds, And the power of Christ, like a sword in the fray, Can vanquish the darkness, turning night into day.

So let us awaken to the truth of our plight, Embrace the complexity, the shadow, the light, For even in struggle, there’s a chance to be free, A recognition of Christ spirit, and who we can be.

Let us rise from the ashes, let us break every chain, A spirit of God, a union of pain, For in our collective, we’re bound to reflect, The beauty of life, the essence of respect.

The shadowed spirit walks, seeking control, For each heart has the power, each mind has the goal, To rise above violence, to shun the Vipers deceit, To find in the struggle, our journey complete.

And so, with each promise that Christ speaks aloud, We gather our courage, our heads unbowed, His Word is the light that dispels every fear, A melody soothing, whispering, “I’m here.”

For in the end, we are not shadows, we are the light, A single spirit binding, through day and through night, In the heart of humanity, where love will prevail, We rise from the ashes, becoming veiled.

So let this journey continue, with hearts open wide, For the audible Word is our anchor, our guide, In the depths of our struggles, in moments of strife, We find in His voice the true essence of life.

And thus, may we carry this truth as we tread, The spirit of Christ, a beacon ahead, In the shadows of chaos, in the weight of our sin, We hear Him calling us home, let the healing begin.

[loriofrp]

Down With My Demons

Harness the power of resilience and let your strength guide you. Together, we'll shout 'Down With My Demons!' and find our inner peace.

[paulwwayne]

+++ Thursday Blessings +++

+++ Rising Again In God's Light +++

Prayer 🙏

Father God: thank You for being the light in our darkness and the strength in our weakness. We acknowledge that we sometimes fall and lose our way, but we are grateful that You are always there to help us rise again. Forgive us for the times we've tried to navigate life's challenges on our own.

Heavenly Father, please illuminate our paths and guide us through the obstacles we face. Fill us with hope and courage, knowing that with You, no setback is permanent. Help us to trust in Your unfailing love and to lean on You in every situation.

May our lives reflect Your light, bringing hope to others who may be walking through their own darkness. Use our stories of rising again to testify to Your goodness and faithfulness.

In Jesus' name we pray,

➕➕➕ AMEN ➕➕➕

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[jmikepatt]

Searching for Answers in My Struggle

Enjoy the day you create

#DemonsWithin #FindingStrength #BibleReflection #InnerBattle #SpiritualJourney #MentalStruggle #SeekingAnswers #OvercomingDarkness #FaithAndStruggle #JMikePatt #HopeInTheDark #ResilienceAndFaith #EmbraceTheStruggle #YouAreNotAlone

[ao3feed-zukka]

Chaos Has Cum Again

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/bMNGBdu

by overcomingdarkness

Sokka notices the piece Zuko is currently smoking out of and his brain proceeds to short circuit.

Words: 9353, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Avatar: The Last Airbender

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Sokka (Avatar), Zuko (Avatar)

Relationships: Sokka/Zuko (Avatar), past Zuko/Jet

Additional Tags: Gay Panic, Gay Sex, Butt Plugs, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Smoking, Marijuana, Bongs, Service Top Sokka (Avatar), Bottom Zuko (Avatar), Dirty Talk, Idiots in Love, no beta we die like jet, One Shot, mentions of previous abuse, Brief Mentions Of Disordered Eating, Fluff and Smut, the author of this fanfiction has ADHD, Daddy Kink, Praise Kink, Body Worship, I genuinely don’t know where this came from

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/bMNGBdu

[overcomeandgrow]

#overcomeandgrow #maryoliver #overcome+grow #wisdon #overcomingdarkness #inspirationalquotes #strengthquotes #selfcare #nolovelost #instaquotes #gift https://www.instagram.com/p/Bn5bgOpnqSW/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1s6ussqt7zwdg

[saphyrling]

When the world is overwhelming and everything seems to be spiraling out of control, the first step to overcoming is to start talking. Giving form to what consumes and harrows the mind limits it and parts it into something that can be worked on and healed. This is a reminder to take a breath, return to center, and have faith. . . . . . #tarotreadersofinstagram #tarot #thursdaythoughts #overcomingdarkness #aceofswords #healing #selflove (at Temple Terrace, Florida) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bnr4Y4qFnyS/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=yj7jtsf5wro

[missionsupermoms]

There are times in my life when I have felt such a darkness around me and the faith of God pulled me through. God has always given me faith and hope of a better tomorrow. No matter where you are on your journey believe that you are amazing, God loves you and YOU are WORTH it! #overcomingdarkness #godisthere #faithforabetterfuture #youareworthit

[platinumendeavors-blog]

It’s absolutely disgustingly gratifying how devoted you can be to something that makes you feel so alive. For once in my life, I feel direction and opportunity running towards me at full speed and I’m ready to let it take me all around the world. 

[stilagirlaustin-blog]

Don't let life and darkness break you.... After all you are a diamond. Some rough edges but that only adds value to you. #diamondsareforever #diamondintherough #shinebrightlikeadiamond #confidenceisthenewblack #strenghth #overcomingdarkness #sparkle #prettygirlsrock

[marchon30]

By Oak Cliff Bible @OCBFChurch "Whatever you do, don't let go of the Word of God. It'll see you through any darkness. #WordOfGod #OvercomingDarkness" via @Twitter

[allisnewagain]

Dream Journal III | Ice Cream Keeps the Demons at Bay

Last night's dream resulted in a spiritual awakening of sorts- although I had known the truth of certain matters presented in my own life already, when I woke up, I could not distinguish if I had actually indeed awoken, and was slightly terrified. It lead to tears, and then complete contentment and then an overwhelming happiness. The theme of the dream only made sense to me and was of no coincidence, when I had the day previously had a discussion with a good friend of mine about possession, demons, and dark energy. We both had mutual experiences with the things, and expressed our understanding of how to deal with them. It was very much similar to my previous need to deal with demons in my other dream; as well as very reflective of how to deal with them in real life. Essentially, you accept it, that it exists, and then let it (them) go with all purposes and intentions of having no acknowledgement of it (them) after. There is never a moment so far as I have seen where you can not acknowledge the existence first off- but it's in this acknowledgement, that after, one can have the intentions of destroying it (them, or the power they/it holds) through complete disregard, and therefor not giving it (or them) power. This theme has been reoccurring in my dreams, and has been helpful for me because it reminds me to practice this mindset. It reminds me in the way, not just dealing with demons, bad/dark energies, possessions, but even when dealing with danger or harm you are dealing with a force of power- all these things of which can only exist if you give them power. You are your own creator, and you are free from harm, and anyone who would harm you, with the exception of yourself, if you let it be that way.

The dream had started off as me as a spiritual demon exorcist- a good friend of mine was strapped down, and was dealing, or trying to deal with a bad energy that was trying to obtain full possession of him- his thoughts, and complete control of mind and body. The first approach to exorcism I took was support- trying to call him back, even though the demon/bad energy was winning. I called his name, and told him he could do it. Explained he could be strong, and how. It was unsuccessful, and there was no continuing that approach with any intent of success. I left the room, not know what to do.... but somehow came back in knowing. I needed to show him what I dealt with- I needed to fight fire with fire, and bring back his spirit with love. So, I became an example. While his demon was fully fledged, his eyes black, and his body still tied down to the bed I knew the man, the friend I had, was still in there, although not fighting as hard, not pushing as hard as he could, and wasn't able to take his body back yet, by rising in his soul. I showed him what my demon looked look. I let it in slowly, knowing the risk I was taking not sure if I could come back from the dark depression and possession of my own inner demon. My mind went wild, and slowly my body followed, and suddenly I was climbing on top of him, rampant, slyly, weirdly gracefully all at the same time, getting close to look into his black eyes while my eyes turned black, full on possessed. I was no longer me- I was the demon. And the demon that I was, was much stronger and more severe of a demon, a higher ranking energy of darkness, than his, and it scared his. The demon I was did not cling. I was successful at coming back. My spirit rose in it's power, and I once again was there, in my body. I climbed off from looking into his eyes, and saw him pulling through, finally. It was by my truth, my example of success of fighting off my own darkness, that he saw that he was able. I explained this to him- and he heard, although still struggling, he heard. I told him I was like him, he was like me- and we fight these things, these dark energies, everyday. It's a fight we have to win, and can, and will. And then I went, and got three bowls of ice cream. And sat next to him, and said "The ice cream keeps them at bay." The dream ended. I woke up, and as you read, wasn't sure if I really was awake- I didn't know and don't know what the reference to ice cream entails- but I see silliness in it, and maybe that is the point. We are all strong enough to overcome the darkness that exists internally, inside us. Knowing this we should learn to do what we need- because we are strong enough to overcome the dark energies that exist on the out. 

[jmikepatt]

Searching for Answers in My Struggle

Enjoy the day you create

#DemonsWithin #FindingStrength #BibleReflection #InnerBattle #SpiritualJourney #MentalStruggle #SeekingAnswers #OvercomingDarkness #FaithAndStruggle #JMikePatt #HopeInTheDark #ResilienceAndFaith #EmbraceTheStruggle #YouAreNotAlone

[marchon30]

By Oak Cliff Bible @OCBFChurch "Whatever you do, don't let go of the Word of God. It'll see you through any darkness. #WordOfGod #OvercomingDarkness http://t.co/YuapKfsBHC" via @Twitter