#The Kingdom of God is within

[thebluebutterfly4u]

🦋Sweet Aloha dear Brothers & Sisters 🌟❤️

My Gift To You is this Beautiful Blue Rose 😉 🦋

First of all I want to Thank God for bringing Me Here, it has to BE🙏🏽😇 I shall introduce Myself a lillte…

So I AM Carola and I discovered this New Platform today through my Daughters….

I will start to share God��s Messages, Everytime I feel the Urge to do so 🤗 I will share this Here with You, His “Young” Children and since Time doesn’t exist , these Messages are for ALL…. For ALL of His Children 🌍 🕊️

So For People of Faiths, or of None, these Messages are Like a Walk You Take with God...

With Each Step, You Come closer until You find There is No Distance Between You and God.... ツ 🕊️❤️

I also will share other Messages from the Great Ones who Are with us in Spirit and Beautiful Poems ✍️ Music 🎵 to help You know in Your Beautiful Heart❤️ that You Are soooo Loved and that You Are Never Alone 🙏🏽😇

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Every Message is for You, Sometime Somewhere in Your Life 🌈 so click on a Picture You are drawn to and read the Message that goes along with it…. 🌞

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🦋We Are One🦋

🌈 Beings of Light 🌟 that Have Always lived in Heaven 😉🕊️🌍❤️

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[spiritofpassionfruit]

A–Aventio TGCF idea?? Wherein Civil God Veritas Ratio meets the infamous Ghost King Aventurine during his first mission cuz cuz like— The "live for me" paralels?!? The one who has all the luck partner as well?!? The villain who was actually not the Villain this whole time!?!? The loving humanity a little too much it causes their downfall !?!?!?

Rant AU in the tags proceed with caution

[peaches2217]

A wedding dress idea that Princess Peach would absolutely adore, especially if she had the freedom to design it herself. Considering Bowser would never have given her the opportunity to select her own dress, this design reflects her unique tastes and style preferences.

Peach's dress is a stunning creation inspired by the shape of a peach. The outfit features a dark pink, strapless, sleeveless ball gown adorned with subtle sparkles that catch the light beautifully. The gown's voluminous petticoat is a lighter shade of pink, adding a touch of whimsy and elegance. The opera gloves she wears are a delicate baby pink, fading into pastel hues with soft spot patterns gracing the upper portion. Her sparkling heels perfectly match the gown.The gown itself boasts charming mushroom-patterned spots. She accessories with two sapphire earrings that gleam with every turn of her head and a diamond necklace that rests elegantly on her collarbone.Peach completes her look with a dark pink, mushroom-shaped hat, featuring a delicate veil that cascades gracefully behind her. Her hair is styled in an updo bun, keeping it tastefully off her shoulders and allowing the details of her gown and accessories to shine. Light makeup enhances her natural beauty. It's a fantastically feminine outfit that allows Peach to express her personal style and sense of royal elegance.

((Welp that was a lot of words 😅))

Forget everything I previously said, this is perfect

My friend you are a visionary

[aelswiths]

AELSWITH (being hot and fuck even though she's so sad😭😭😭) IN 1x07

[orangedodge]

A year on, one thing I would have liked had TotK handled it differently was Zelda's general sense of uncertainty.

There were specific areas where I think it made sense and was explicable for her to be unsure of herself. The time travel can be easily forgiven, of course. Having ancestral time powers was news to her, let alone understanding how to use them. And, up until the moment Ganondorf became the Demon King, the whole situation could theoretically have been one giant coincidence (as players participating in a narrative we know otherwise, but she didn't know she was a character in a story, so her trepidation there all checks out).

Having her struggle in Rauru's court was a good place to center her arc. It's been a long time since she's had to perform being a princess, and her father, the king, did a not-so-great job of preparing her for it. We know she's been functioning in a leadership role since BotW, but to the greatest extent, she seems to be working primarily through her Sheikah friends while being a recluse off in Link's house. She hasn't really been acting as The Crown. So having her take advantage her her time travel adventure to observe Rauru and Sonia, letting them correct her father's mistakes a little via example, bringing the story eventually to a close on her returning home and accepting the allegiance of the sages is a good, satisfying, direction for a sequel.

What detracts from it, though, is where Zelda's scenes specifically--and perhaps this is a consequence of how few of them there really are, necessitating as much economy of film shorthand as possible--tend to broaden her uncertainty in a few understandable areas into paralyzing uncertainty in all areas. Maybe she doesn't feel ready to jump right in to ruling all of Hyrule in the wake of BotW, but one thing she really should have down by now is the whole "sealing evil" thing. She's been doing THAT for over a century. And there were plenty of times where remembering that she had those powers would have been extremely useful. (If anything, maybe they could have made her a little too comfortable on that end? Ganondorf's whole thing was using trickery to take advantage of the complacency of more powerful foes. She's just sealed away Calamity Ganon, and Ganondorf himself is just... some guy, in comparison).

It doesn't diminish the game for me or anything, but effectively we do have a scenario where a 100+ year old woman has received two separate coming of age arcs, where the second one would have been more effective if imagined more as a time of healing and recovery now that her war with the Calamity is over. It's still very effective as an outright do-over of BotW, but as a sequel I hope they do better next time.

[goldensunset]

there is just truly nothing better in the world than seeing the captions and notes on baldr fanart from 2020

[haveyoureadthisbook-poll]

[phoenix-flamed]

Me, fondly remembering my playthroughs of FFVII, VIII, IX, X, X-2, and XII: I don't need more blogs I don't need more blogs I don't need more blogs I do --

Though if I did RP as anyone, it'd hands-down be Beatrix from IX.

[santmat]

The Unpublished Letters of Kirpal Singh on Meditation Practice - Spiritual Awakening Radio Podcast @ Youtube and All the Podcast Sites (Apple, Spotify, etc...)

Today I begin with a reading from the mystic verses of Sat Saheb, the initiating spiritual master of Sant Dariya Sahib. Sat Saheb was one of the earlier Sant Satgurus of the Sant Mat guru lineage living a couple of generations prior to the time of Sant Tulsi Sahib of Hathras. His mystic poetry is quite beautiful and composed in the style of the Anurag Sagar and other scriptures of the earlier Kabir-Sant Dharam Das line of masters. Then I share some letters from Sant Kirpal Singh on meditation practice. Those are quite wonderful, and helpful for the satsangi seeking to improve the quality of their meditation experience. Then there's a short discourse from Baba Somanath about becoming the "form of Truth" by focusing upon the teachings of the masters. In conclusion, two satsang discourses by Sant Ram Singh: having focused attention during simran practice that purifies the mind, and, about becoming a gurumukh following the instructions and guidance of the masters instead of being held captive by the limited thoughts of the mind, thus remaining a disciple controlled by the dictates of the mind, a manmukh. "Follow Their Teachings, overcome sorrow, and not only that, you will get the joy of going within. And you will also achieve the purpose for which you have been given this life." (Baba Ram Singh)

[acourtofquestions]

"I didn't break," she said quietly. His heart cracked at the words. "I didn't tell them anything."

She didn't say it for praise, to boast. But rather to tell him, her consort, of where they stood in this war. What their enemies might know.

"I knew you wouldn't," he managed to say.

"She ... she tried to convince me that this was the bad dream. When Cairn was done with me, or during it, I don't know, she'd try to worm her way into my mind." She glanced around the cave, as if she could see the world beyond it. "She spun fantasies that felt so real..." She bobbed under the surface. Perhaps she'd needed the cooling water of the lake to be able to hear her own voice again; perhaps she needed the distance between them so she could speak these words. She emerged, slicking back her hair with a hand. "They felt like this."

Half of him didn't want to know, but he asked, "What sort of illusions?"

A long pause. "It doesn't matter now."

Too soon to push—if ever.

Then she asked softly, "How long?"

It took the entirety of his three centuries of training to keep the devastation, the agony for her, from his face. "Two months, three days, and seven hours."

Her mouth tightened, either at the length of time, or the fact that he'd counted every single one of those hours apart.

She ran her fingers through her hair, its strands floating around her in the water. Still too long for two months to have passed. "They healed me after each ... session. So that I stopped knowing what had been done and what was in my mind and where the truth lay." Erase her scars, and Maeve stood a better chance at convincing her none of this was real. "But the healers couldn't remember how long my hair was, or Maeve wanted to confuse me further, so they grew it out." Her eyes darkened at the memory of why, perhaps, they had needed to regrow her hair in the first place.

"Do you want me to cut it back to the length it was when I last saw you?" His words were near-guttural.

"No." Ripples shivered around her. "I want it so I can remember."

What had been done to her, what she'd survived and what she had protected.

Even if the woman treading water before him didn't seem to have vengeance on her mind. Not so much as a hint of the burning rage that fueled her.

He didn't blame her. Knew it would take time, time and distance, to heal the internal wounds. If they could ever really heal at all.

But he'd work with her, help in whatever way he could. And if she never returned to who she had been before this, he would not love her any less.

Aelin dunked her head, and when she emerged, she said, "Maeve was about to put a Valg collar around my neck. She left to retrieve it." The scent of her lingering fear drifted toward him, and Rowan lurched a step closer to the water's edge. "It's why I—why I got away. She had me moved to the army camp for safekeeping, and I ..." Her voice stalled, yet she met his stare. Let him read the words she could not say, in that silent way they'd always been able to communicate. Escape wasn't my intention.

"No, Fireheart," he breathed, shaking his head, horror creeping over him. "There ... there was no collar."

She blinked, head angling. "That was a dream, too?"

His heart cracked as he struggled for the words. Made himself voice them. "No—it was real. Or Maeve thought it was. But the collars, the Valg presence ... It was a lie that we crafted. To draw Maeve out, hopefully away from you and Doranelle."

Only the faint lapping of water sounded. "There was no collar?"

Rowan lowered himself to his knees and shook his head. "I—Aelin, if I'd known what she'd do with the knowledge, what you'd decide to do-"

He might have lost her. Not from Maeve or the gods or the Lock, but from his own damned choices. The lie he'd spun.

Aelin drifted beneath the surface again. So deep that when the flare happened, it was little more than a flutter. The light burst from her, rippling across the lake, illumining the stones, the slick ceiling above. A silent eruption. His breathing turned ragged. But she swam toward the surface again, light streaming off her body like tendrils of clouds. It had nearly vanished when she emerged.

"I'm sorry," he managed to say. Again, that angle of the head. "You have nothing to be sorry for." He did, though. He'd added to her terror, her desperation. He'd— "If you had not planted that lie for Maeve, if she had not told me, I don't think we'd be here right now," she said.

He tried to rein in the twisting in his gut, the urge to reach for her, to beg for her forgiveness. Tried and tried.

She only asked, "What of the others?" She didn't know-couldn't know how and why and where they'd all parted ways. So Rowan told her, as succinctly and calmly as he could.

When he finished, Aelin was quiet for long minutes.

She stared out into the blackness, the rippling of her treading water the only sound. Her body had nearly lost that freshly forged glow.

Then she pivoted back toward him. "Maeve said you and the others were in the North. That you'd been spotted by her spies there. Did you plant that deception for her, too?"

He shook his head. "Lysandra has been thorough, it seems."

Aelin's throat bobbed. "I believed her." It sounded like a confession, somehow.

So Rowan found himself saying, "I told you once that even if death separated us, I would rip apart every world until I found you." He gave her a slash of a smile. "Did you really believe this would stop me?'

She pursed her mouth, and at last, those agonizing emotions began to surface in her eyes. "You were supposed to save Terrasen."

"Considering that the sun shines, I'd say Erawan hasn't won yet. So we'll save it together."

He didn't let himself think of the final cost of destroying Erawan. And Aelin seemed in no hurry to discuss it, either, as she said, "You should have gone to Terrasen. It needs you."

"I need you more." He didn't balk from the stark honesty roughening his voice. "And Terrasen will need you, too. Not Lysandra masquerading as you, but you."

A shallow nod. "Maeve raised her army. I doubt it was only to guard me while she was away."

He'd put the thought aside, to consider later. "It might just be to shore up her defenses, should Erawan win across the sea."

"Do you truly think that's what she plans to do with it?"

"No," he admitted. "I don't."

And if Maeve meant to bring that army to Terrasen, to either unite with Erawan or simply be another force battering their kingdom, to strike when they were weakest, they had to hurry. Had to get back. Immediately. His mate's eyes shone with the same understanding and dread.

Aelin's throat bobbed as she whispered, "I'm so tired, Rowan."

His heart strained again. "I know, Fireheart."

He opened his mouth to say more, to coax her onto land so he might at least hold her if words couldn't ease her burden, but that's when he saw it.

A boat, ancient and every inch of it carved, drifted out of the gloom.

"Get back to shore." The boat wasn't drifting—it was being tugged. He could just barely make out two dark forms slithering beneath the surface.

Aelin didn't hesitate, yet her strokes remained steady as she swam for him. She didn’t balk at the hand he extended, and he wrapped his cloak around her while the boat ambled past.

But Aelin turned toward them, hair dripping onto the stone at her bare feet. Half a thought from her could have had her dry, yet she made no move to do so. "We're being hunted."

"We know that," Lorcan shot back, and were it not for the fact that Aelin was currently allowing him to rest a hand upon her shoulder, Rowan would have thrown the male into the lake.

But Aelin's features didn't shift from that graveness, that unruffled calm. "The only way to the sea is through these caves." It was an outrageous claim.

"And I suppose they told you that?" Lorcan's face was hard as granite.

"Watch it," Rowan snarled. Fenrys indeed bared his teeth at the dark-haired warrior, fur bristling. But Aelin said simply, "Yes." Her chin didn't dip an inch. "The land above is crawling with soldiers and spies. Going beneath them is the only way."

Elide stepped forward. "I will go." She cut a cold glance toward Lorcan. "You can take your chances above, if you're so disbelieving." Lorcan's jaw tightened, and a small part of Rowan relished seeing the delicate Lady of Perranth fillet the centuries-hardened warrior with a few words. "Considering the potential pitfalls of the situation is wise."

"We don't have time to consider," Rowan cut in before Elide could voice the retort on her tongue. "We need to keep moving. Gavriel stalked forward to study the moored boat and what seemed to be bundles of supplies on its sturdy planks. "How will we navigate our way, though?"

"We'll be escorted," Aelin answered.

"And if they abandon us?" Lorcan challenged. Aelin leveled unfazed eyes upon him.

"Then you'll have to find a way out, I suppose." A hint-just a spark-of temper belied those calm words. There was nothing else to debate after that.

And they had little to pack. The others gave Aelin privacy to dress by the fire while they inspected the boat, and when his mate emerged again, clad in boots, pants, and various layers beneath her gray surcoat, the sight of her in clothes from Mistward was enough to make his gut clench.

No longer a naked, escaped captive. Yet none of that wickedness, that joy and unchecked wildness illuminated her face.

The rest of their party waited on the boat, seated on the benches built into its high-lipped sides. Fenrys and Elide both sat as seemingly far from Lorcan as they could get, Gavriel a golden, long-suffering buffer between them.

Rowan lingered at the shore's edge, a hand extended for Aelin while she approached. Each of her steps seemed considered—as if she still marveled at being able to move freely. As if still adjusting to her legs without the burden of chains.

"Why?" Lorcan mused aloud, more to himself. "Why go to these lengths for us?"

He got his answer—they all did—a heartbeat later. Aelin halted a few feet away from the boat and Rowan's outstretched hand. She turned back toward the cave itself. The Little Folk peeked from those birch branches, from the rocks, from behind stalagmites. Slowly, deeply, Aelin bowed to them. Rowan could have sworn all those tiny heads lowered in answer.

A pair of bony grayish hands rose above a nearby rock, something glittering held between them, and set the object on the stone.

Rowan went still. A crown of silver and pearl and diamond gleamed there, fashioned into upswept swan's wings

"The Crown of Mab," Gavriel breathed. But Fenrys looked away, toward the looming dark, his tail curling around him.

Aelin staggered a step closer to the crown. "It—it fell into the river."

Rowan didn't want to know how she'd encountered it, why she'd seen it fall into a river. Maeve had kept her sisters' two crowns under constant guard, only bringing them out to be displayed in her throne room on state occasions. In memory of her siblings, she'd intoned. Rowan had sometimes wondered if it was a reminder that she had outlasted them, had kept the throne for herself in the end.

The grayish hand slipped over the rock's edge again and nudged the crown in silent gesture. Take it.

"You want to know why?" Gavriel softly asked Lorcan as Aelin strode for the rock. Nothing but solemn reverence on her face. "Because she is not only Brannon's Heir, but Mab's, too."

A throwback to her great-great-grandmother, Maeve had taunted her. Who had inherited her strength, her immortal lifespan.

Aelin's fingers closed around the crown, lifting it gently. It sparkled like living moonlight between her hands.

My sister Mab's line ran true, Elide claimed Maeve had said on the beach. In every way, it seemed.

But Aelin made no move to don the crown while she approached him once more, her gait steadier this time. Trying not to dwell on the unbearable smoothness of her hand as it wrapped around his, Rowan helped her aboard, then climbed in himself before freeing the ropes tethering them to the shore.

Gavriel went on, awe in every word, "And that makes her their queen, too."

Aelin met Gavriel's gaze, the crown near-glowing in her hands. "Yes," was all she said as the boat sailed into the darkness.

[theinwardlight]

This Light [Within] is your guide out of the house of bondage, and out of the land of darkness, and out of death's dominion. It slays the man of sin, and separates you from the children of darkness, and leads you out from among them, to seek after another kingdom, wherein is witnessed the perfect Day, where sorrow and sighing fly away.

James Parnell, early Quaker preacher

[wecanbeperfect]

THE LORD'S HOUSE IS NEGLECTED

Haggai 1:6 Ye have sown much, and bring in little; ye eat but ye have not enough; ye drink, but ye are not filled with drink; ye clothe you, but there is none warm; and he that earneth wages earneth wages to put it into a bag with holes.

[death-rebirth-senshi]

KH3 was so funny for being like "actually Xehanort had noble intentions this whole time" when the dude couldn't stop chortling and cackling because he was having so much fun ruining the lives of teenagers

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

Jesus tells the Pharisees that the kingdom is here and now

20-21 Later, he was asked by the Pharisees when the kingdom of God was coming, and he gave them this reply: “The kingdom of God never comes by watching for it. Men cannot say, ‘Look, here it is’, or ‘there it is’, for the kingdom of God is inside you.” — Luke 17:20-21 | J.B. Phillips New Testament (PHILLIPS) The New Testament in Modern English by J.B. Phillips copyright © 1960, 1972 J.B. Phillips. Cross References: Luke 14:1; Luke 17:23; Luke 19:11; John 18:36; Acts 1:6

[clonerightsagenda]

Obviously the skull was very reminiscent of Bartimaeus to the point that you could probably give me some of his dialog and tell me it was from the previous trilogy and I'd believe you, but he was reminding me of something else I couldn't put my finger on and, duh, Mogget. I am reiterating my stance that if you keep someone magically bound and make them do jobs for you any amount of rampaging on their part is justified.

Also in retrospect I should have been suspicious of the Fittes Agency even sooner considering they kept human beings (notoriously murderous ghosts, but still) stuck in glass columns as museum pieces and cool light fixtures. Did their families know about that.

[limelocked]

Thinking about the overly political girlisekai brand gayboy romance I want to write which I’ll never be able to because I’m way too invested in worldbuilding