#Who Sows the Wind Shall Reap a Tempest

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Reaping the Whirlwind: A New Theory of the Psijics vs. the Maormer

Originally posted on r/teslore

For they sow the wind, and they shall reap the whirlwind. - Hosea 8:7

In 3E 110, the Maormer invaded Summerset. Every version agrees that they ultimately failed because of a freak storm, which is usually attributed to the Psijics. The baldest statement of the facts from Brief History of the Empire: Vol 1:

The War of the Isle in 3E110, twelve years after Antiochus assumed the throne, nearly took the province of Summurset Isle away from Tamriel. The united alliance of the kings of Summurset and Antiochus only managed to defeat King Orghum of the island-kingdom of Pyandonea due to a freak storm. Legend credits the Psijic Order of the Isle of Artaeum with the sorcery behind the tempest.

In The Wolf Queen, Waughin Jarth expands on this story with a tale of skullduggery in which Potema manipulates the Psijics into accepting her brother’s payment to destroy the Maormer, while overcharging her brotherto fund her own cause. The Psijics in this story work for cash – the only important thing is the amount of cash. And while a money-grubbing turn of the Psijic Order is amusing to contemplate, the novels’ details are likely fictional license on Jarth’s part. In his defence, it’s mentioned in Father of the Niben that

Waughin Jarth, I have been told, in writing his well-regarded series on the Wolf Queen of Solitude used over a hundred contemporary narratives.

and in Ted Peterson’s Interview with Three Writers, Jarth mentions interviewing survivors of the War of the Isle. But it does not seem that the Psijics gave him their version, so he was working with an incomplete story. Most famously, he has Iachesis of the Psijics alive some centuries after his death.

However, there’s one detail from The Wolf Queen: Volume 4 worth quoting for building up the picture of what happened.

Three months later, Potema heard that the fleet of the Pyandoneans had been utterly destroyed by a storm that had appeared suddenly off the Isle of Artaeum. The home port of the Psijic Order. King Orgnum and all of his ships had been utterly annihilated.

I think we can trust Jarth for the location of the storm. It’d be attested in lots of other sources, not a state or Psijic Secret.

At this point, I have to give some credit to /u/www-Jason-com, whose post: The Wolf Queen v4 is a hidden GOLD MINE for Maormer theories I read at the time but didn’t think further on. He wrote

But we also learn during ESO that the Maormer have powerful storm magics, and assuming from the Maormer's title as the greatest ship captains in Tamriel we can assume that they'd know how to handle a bad storm. So they could have just sunk their ships for whatever reason, but that would be a pretty dumb thing to do. But who knows

ANYWAYS that's it

Sorry I got kinda lazy with the last one. The more I thought about it the more it seemed dumb so I didn't try very hard (maybe you guys have some more to add to it though?),

I’d completely forgotten your post, but it may have been at the back of my mind when I came up with this idea. Found it again looking for previous discussion on the topic. So yes, I have something to add to it.

The coincidence of the Maormer, the pre-eminent storm magicians, being destroyed in an epic freak storm absolutely needs attention. In ESO, we see that the Maormer whip up sudden storms like this not only to sink the Dominion navy (the Dominion’s opening quest is about this), but to assault the coastline. Battlereeve Alduril says of one of your opponents:

That was Stormreeve Neidir. If the Maormer wanted to hurl a tidal wave at the Malabal Tor mainland, it would have taken power like hers to do it.

My theory is that it was not the Psijics who brewed the freak storm. It was the Maormer, as part of their usual attack pattern. But I still think it was the Psijics’ victory. I’m proposing the Psijics did the magical equivalent of stepping back and using your enemies' force against them.

I think that would fit the way the Psijics work, by understanding the forces of the universe, much better than a brutal solution like whipping up a storm.

Making a few little elegant tweaks in the right places, so to speak, to turn the fury of their own assaulting storm on the Maormer navy, I think that would be immensely satisfying.

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60-day Language Challenge

 ✨ Day 56 ✨ Learn 3 proverbs/sayings.

I think that learning proverbs or sayings is interesting, and most times you can find similar ones in other languages!

Here I write the saying, with the translation and the equivalent in english.

Qui sème le vent, récolte la tempête. He who sows the wind shall reap the tempest. As you sow, you shall reap.

~ Mieux vaut prévenir que guérir. Better to prevent than to cure. An ounce of prevention is woth a pound of cure.

~ La nuit porte conseil. The night brings advice. Sleep on it / Take advice from your pillow.

source

[rhotdornn]

[The Echo] Our Catastrophes

“Out of the greatest Storms doth spring strength for tomorrow.” – The Raven

A good deal of years back.

[Music theme]

��Sharlayan! Come, stay mine hand... Succumb, and speak to me o’ scriptures and their whereabouts. The throat o’ yours will thank you direly, once no blade lingers by, chillin’ it.”

Debris now dots this waning mercenary’s struggling gaze. Discs of silver fend and tremble in the aftermath of an eardrum-snapping cannon barrage—from one floating plank to another does his sight bounce, finding naught but dismay and rubble, hounding after the din and desolation had settled. After each plank, a waft of smoke trailed—their paths, tailed by a line o’ ashen dust littering the sloshing waves behind them as they ferried on. Flames still flickered atop some—this was a batch freshly ripped from the belly of a frigate, no doubt about it.

However did this come to pass...? We were but a simple force—not strapped for engaging in naval combat, but on drier shores. The Old World strayed not from the paths o’ the Northern Empty out of convenience—no, a firm route betwixt Eorzea and the Forum had been established, and no lucrative reason would draw one to a detour around the bloody North... A mere straight line from one mainland to another... And this carnage would’ve been wholly avoided. Brutes did not roam these wastes in mere legends, for a curse.

Our larger, mercantile vessel stormed the seas in the company of seven smaller divisions—mercenaries stocked to aid our cause of championing the seas to northern Eorzea. For a wonder, we never caught glimpse of our contractor... Word had it that he ne’er boarded deck, either.

Then, in the closing of one and the opening of another blink, hearty, clear skies saw ebony venom spill across their folds, and a massive pillar of fuming smoke drove in roves from the downed companies. All seven divisions now disposed of their contents within the bowels of the sea.

First came a blade o’ wind... Sharp and frigid as a flurry o’ snow. Through the blanket of smog it sliced, and through this window blood punctured... But not that of mine comrades, no—a colossal mast peered through the engorging flames and billowing smoke, bathed in crimson, and crowned with an orange leaf, born at its breast.

The tell-tale of this lot was not lost on me. Chance was it that either the King or Princeling sat ‘hind that steerin’ wheel. The tale of Rhotdornn Hyrtfyrsyn... He who stormed’ in the wake o’ his sire Hyrtfyr Syhrachtynsyn—the Sunderin’ Shark, an’ supposedly late grand-sire, Etarellion. For a mercy... One had been rumoured t’ be kinder than the other when dealin’ out his hand o’ mercy.

As the ilms betwixt our ships had been bridged, I’d find such mercy... And such mercy, in turn, would find its blade fitted against my neck.

Paralysis, however, saw all my labours drink deep of futility. My cheek now married to the splinters of the deck as my head was pressed underfoot—the Captain himself deigned to entertain my misfortune.

“What’s the bloody use of tellin’, anyroads... If dey ain’t on the upper deck, y’can take a whopping guess where’ey might linger...” I sense myself growing weary of this charade—no sense for courtesy in the face of death, I think to myself. Even less so do my thoughts sympathize with his request—not after losin’ half o’ me mates to rampant cannon-fire.

“I... Must admit,” A smoky, drawn-out voice chirps against my good ear—I find my eyes to widen, recognizing it as feminine, growling with a low, rolling ‘R’.

“I can scarcely recognize the need for some scriptures, Dornn. Granted, they might sport use on southern markets, but Aerslaent... Will see little and less demand for them.”

At the very least now I sported a figment of an idea as to whose boot was certain to crush my lobe in, under the promise of cruelty.

“When was any mention o’ a price tag e’er made, sister-dearest?” From the exchange, bits and bobbles began to fall into place—siblings, if not in one form of the sentiment, then in another.

“Now, Rallyrwyda, entertain our guest. I’ve words with the Cap’n o’ this sorry-arse fishin’ boat.”

“What, then pray tell, is the point of amassing deckhands in the first place?”

The Captain spared her no quarter... And I felt the boot lift soon thereafter from its vantage point atop my head’s flank. Of course... A pack of Sea Wolves swarming the deck would tear any and all flesh from limb in their trigger-happy frenzy—a single person would chance upon more fortune interrogating a captive, rather than the eager lot storming the deck.

Suddenly, the cold kiss of the blade against my throat is severed—and replaced by cold, pale digits, half-gloved in ink-bloated black leather, gripping at my collar. His clutch was fast and unforgiving to pardon; his palm the size of my noggin, and his leather jacket perfumed by a stale cannon-powder scent.

“Who commands this ship?” His burning orbs drill into my soul—one visible scarred by the imprint of a blade, healed some time ago. His rain-soaked, sharp hair matching in texture of his iris, flitting across the mounting wind rampaging from the south.

“Through wind and brine, swept ‘cross the gyre of time... We are come, to meet at long last.” The cabin door never unsealed, nor unearthed a figure—all of a sudden, the ebony drift of a coat stood within the midst, quelling the chaos about. A black plumage fitted his longcloak, hooded with a raven’s beak looming over his forehead.

“A... Poet? I am coming to see why you suffered no difficulty claiming this ship, if it was commanded by him, Dornn.” The female chimed in anew, her hair promoting the same brand as their ship’s banner had. A deep crimson with orange highlights—and a pale, ghastly complexion.

“Rhotdornn Hyrtfyrsyn and Rallyrwyda Hyrtfyrwyn...” From the darkened brink of his hood, the shadowy figure exposed naught—but the single flicker of twin emerald eyes, keenly addressing the siblings.

“Your time of meddling has come to a... Beginning.” The figure concluded, much to the befuddlement of the siblings.“Your time of meddling has come to a... Beginning.” The figure concluded, much to the befuddlement of the siblings.

“Right. We’ve no interest in petty prose. Hand over the scrolls. Accept your fate with the remainder of the ship.” The larger Roegadyn retaliated back, his sabre withdrawn from its scabbard—and my own frame finding a broken rib upon his hand’s release, and subsequent fall onto the deck.

“Passion... Pride... By thy hand many’ve been stripped of their life. Your first lesson shall begin anon.”

An oddity suddenly hooked atop my eye—I could feel it with my breath, spot it with my eyes, feel it filtering through my bloodied nostrils... The aether of the battlefield was stripping rightly from the downed carcasses... Yet, it returned not unto the Slipstream.

“I’ve hardly time to waste on deluded poetry. Stand yer ground.” The Sea Wolf barked back, hands fast with their grip atop his blade’s hilt.

“Speak of fate as seen fit—but these transgressions... I cannot permit. Ravenflock and Ebonshade, unto me!” The mysterious Raven drew his arms apart, beckoning to the heavens above. Through the dreadful wind a flurry of dark feathers began to stray—the aether of the dead suddenly began to clump together. To concentrate. To course into a single locus.

The siblings were at a loss for words—I could catch the hints from the corner of my eyes.

“What in the...”                                                                                      

“Rallyrwyda, with me. Dhem still suffers his afflictions, so we’ll spearhead this.

“...Right, right.” The female herself hinted at a more sophisticated weapon—a rapier, kissed by the sheen of moonlight.

The twin ravens suddenly shot through the rising tempest behind the ship, and from its bed—water began to swirl and ascend. A great pull began to draw the ship gradually in, conceived by a mounting pillar of water roaring in a dreadful sight—a hurricane.

“Even odds, then.” The Raven humoured the duo, calling to one of the approaching cloudkin. As it perched atop his extended palm, its plumage began to betray it—and from such a scatter, a blade was withdrawn. From the bird’s beak came the razor, and from its wings the hilt crowned the blade. A gorgeous specimen garmented by two emeralds serving as eyes to the face of the raven atop the blade’s hilt.

The Roegadyn seemed to heed his warnings little—into battle with hearts aflame they championed, the male taking offensive with his broad blade, and his partner following swiftly in tow. Behind the hooded figure she swept, thus pushing for an abrupt lunge—whilst her brother took the avenue of a more brutal approach—hurling his blade dead-on from above.

The mysterious duelist, however, spared no quarter, either—his waist motioned to a sharp left, pardoning the maiden’s blade by mere ilms—and his blade struck against the male Roegadyn’s sword, employing swiftness over brute force to redirect it—against his own sister’s weapon with a hasty thrust to the side.

“Wh-“ She had not expected that.

“...Hrmph.” He proved a notch more experienced in the art of dueling.

That didn’t satisfy their cravings, as it had seemed. All the while, the tumultuous hurricane sowed the seeds of destruction in the background—seeds, which it would very soon reap.

This did not evade the duelist. One large leap soon took hold of his step, settling him on a greater altitude—on top of the quarterdeck, whilst the twin Wolves still tarried upon the gangway.

[Theme transition]

“I trust that was enough of show-and-tell, fated Hyrtfyrdyn. Be that as it may, time runneth out on us. Time... Which we can ill afford to spare. Embershade, I summon thee!”

The second raven now dominated the skyline—but not for long. In a swift swoop it cascaded onto its owner’s shoulder, its own body surrendered to the cause—a longstaff began to extend from its form, curved and bent, beaten yet never broken. Of wood was its make, with neither gem nor trinket to adorn it in decor.

It was then that I finally could dwell on my thoughts—and doubtlessly, all those present, too.

The locus of all aether was hosted within his breast. All those who perished in the naval encounter... Every droplet of blood—none returned to the Lifestream yet.

“Get back down and show me your mettle...” The male Wolf seethed in a lowly growl, glaring at the cloaked figure from below.

“Sacrifice...”

“Dornn, hold—the storm! We cannot turn back, nor press onward... Its pull is too great—we need to rout back!” The female cried with her thoughts submerged in horror as she gazed upon the hurricane—a colossal tower of circling water, now capable of sundering an entire island with its brute assertion.

“Bravado...”

“Blast it... I’ve ne’er seen anythin’ alike it in all my seafarin’ years...” The male Roegadyn felt his palm betray him—his blade panged with a low clamor against the ground in awe, as his gaze climbed the monumental storm.

“Salvation...”

The chant dried out at a sudden notice. The raven-doffed figure gravely glared onto all those of attendance. For once, his voice thundered louder than the eviscerating storm towering behind him, and the content of his decibels carried powerfully ‘cross all ropes of wind.

“Hear me, Hyrtfyrdyn! This life of thine is forfeit. Weigh the feather, for it mustn’t be so—and to such end... Both of thee shall see the dawn of morrow. Rallyrwyda—ne’er forget thine love for those thy heart lost... Will lose. Guide thy brother when I cannot. Rhotdornn... Through this life ye shan’t walk alone—in the company o’ Her wilst thou abide, and with the companionship o’ the Lady of the Golden Leaf wilst thou both grow. Calamities may come, new, blank pages shall follow—but now both of thee must cling to thine gifts. Keep thy grandfather close to heart.”

His eyes bore a unique radiance, resolute and stalwart in the eye of the storm. Both weapons he suddenly set aside, bending both knees—and pressing his palms together as he knelt.

“What gifts—Dornn, what is happening?” Rallyrwyda clearly took no fancy to this type of development.

“...Would that I could tell you.” Rhotdornn took a single step backwards, every nerve in his body chilled to the marrow of his bones. “Hold... That...” Suddenly, a possible answer presented itself—and possibly, what the figure meant by the word ‘gift.”

“Sister, brace yourself—we need t’—confound it! I need to tell you somethin’—“

The Raven sliced through the storm with a harsh word of command—and all of the aetherial reserve welled up within him ignited—beginning to burn. His gaze shot skywards, and a solitary cry echoed through the heavens.

“Words o’ healing, words of woe—chants of safekeeping my command now make.”

Briefly he knelt in pause, eyes gaining focus within the vault of the swirling clouds.

“Limit Break—Final Prayer!”

Clouds began to wax around the raging torrents—the crown of the storm beset by gloom and smog as the murky sky churned. The eye of the storm took centre stage.

From the focus point of his glare, a pillar of light ripped through the heavens. Guided by his very presence, it soared—through the heavens it punctured, and through the throat of the hurricane it fended. The gut of the storm ruptured with light from within—through the dense coat of welling water reflected a layer of light—a proper pillar within the belly of the calamity. The beam then began to spread, swallowing the entirety of the scene in a brilliant setting...

The Raven’s head sank the droplet of a single tear suddenly shattering against the drywood beneath. The sliver of a whisper chanced upon the ear of none, for all of present consciousness dared not pry their eyes off of the rampage before them.

“Undying is mine regret... Unending, this lament. From thy slumber you must wake anew, to grant Light unto where darkness hath drawn forth.”

 Threads of golden brilliance began to fade away—stripped of luminous, honeyed texture, in an exchange for a radiant, silver grace. Where he may’ve been robbed of it—hope returned to the Raven’s emerald blink.

“...Thank you. Forgive me.”

A second presence began to strut across the relentless, lulling sea blanket. Aetherial in manifestation, it demonstrated unfathomable ease in plucking away the accumulated aether—and spilling it across the tempestuous, watery grave.

The prism of silver light erupted at once from within—needles of raw brilliance collapsing through the hurricane’s walls.

In heaps it roamed across the sea—swallowing any and all it chanced upon by whim of fortune.

...And whatever followed in its aftermath, is history.

History...

...And the hint of a feminine phantom within the heart of the storm, her aether beating with unquenchable scorn.

[Involved & mentioned]: @ladyrivienne | @werfollow | @rallyrwyda

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9th Oct >> Mass Readings (USA)

  for

Monday of the Twenty-Seventh Week in Ordinary Time 

 or

Saints Denis, Bishop, and his Companions, Martyrs

  or 

Saint John Leonardi, Priest.

Monday of the Twenty-Seventh Week in Ordinary Time

(Liturgical Colour: Green) First Reading

Jonah 1:1–2:1-2, 11

But Jonah made ready to flee away from the Lord.

This is the word of the LORD that came to Jonah, son of Amittai:    “Set out for the great city of Nineveh, and preach against it; their wickedness has come up before me.” But Jonah made ready to flee to Tarshish away from the LORD. He went down to Joppa, found a ship going to Tarshish, paid the fare, and went aboard to journey with them to Tarshish, away from the LORD.

   The LORD, however, hurled a violent wind upon the sea, and in the furious tempest that arose the ship was on the point of breaking up. Then the mariners became frightened and each one cried to his god. To lighten the ship for themselves, they threw its cargo into the sea. Meanwhile, Jonah had gone down into the hold of the ship, and lay there fast asleep. The captain came to him and said, “What are you doing asleep? Rise up, call upon your God! Perhaps God will be mindful of us so that we may not perish.”

   Then they said to one another, “Come, let us cast lots to find out on whose account we have met with this misfortune.” So they cast lots, and thus singled out Jonah. “Tell us,” they said, “what is your business? Where do you come from? What is your country, and to what people do you belong?” Jonah answered them, “I am a Hebrew, I worship the LORD, the God of heaven, who made the sea and the dry land.”

   Now the men were seized with great fear and said to him, “How could you do such a thing!– They knew that he was fleeing from the LORD, because he had told them.– They asked, “What shall we do with you, that the sea may quiet down for us?” For the sea was growing more and more turbulent. Jonah said to them, “Pick me up and throw me into the sea, that it may quiet down for you; since I know it is because of me that this violent storm has come upon you.”    Still the men rowed hard to regain the land, but they could not, for the sea grew ever more turbulent. Then they cried to the LORD: “We beseech you, O LORD, let us not perish for taking this man’s life; do not charge us with shedding innocent blood, for you, LORD, have done as you saw fit.” Then they took Jonah and threw him into the sea, and the sea’s raging abated. Struck with great fear of the LORD, the men offered sacrifice and made vows to him.

   But the LORD sent a large fish, that swallowed Jonah; and Jonah remained in the belly of the fish three days and three nights. From the belly of the fish Jonah prayed to the LORD, his God. Then the LORD commanded the fish to spew Jonah upon the shore.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God. Responsorial Psalm

Jonah 2:3, 4, 5, 8

R/ You will rescue my life from the pit, O Lord.

Out of my distress I called to the LORD, and he answered me; From the midst of the nether world I cried for help, and you heard my voice.

R/ You will rescue my life from the pit, O Lord.

For you cast me into the deep, into the heart of the sea, and the flood enveloped me; All your breakers and your billows passed over me.

R/ You will rescue my life from the pit, O Lord.

Then I said, “I am banished from your sight! yet would I again look upon your holy temple.”

R/ You will rescue my life from the pit, O Lord.

When my soul fainted within me, I remembered the LORD; My prayer reached you in your holy temple.

R/ You will rescue my life from the pit, O Lord. Gospel Acclamation

John 13:34

Alleluia, alleluia.

I give you a new commandment: love one another as I have loved you.

Alleluia, alleluia. Gospel Luke 10:25-37

Who is my neighbor?

There was a scholar of the law who stood up to test Jesus and said, “Teacher, what must I do to inherit eternal life?” Jesus said to him, “What is written in the law? How do you read it?” He said in reply, “You shall love the Lord, your God, with all your heart, with all your being, with all your strength, and with all your mind, and your neighbor as yourself.” He replied to him, “You have answered correctly; do this and you will live.”

   But because he wished to justify himself, he said to Jesus, “And who is my neighbor?” Jesus replied, “A man fell victim to robbers as he went down from Jerusalem to Jericho. They stripped and beat him and went off leaving him half-dead. A priest happened to be going down that road, but when he saw him, he passed by on the opposite side. Likewise a Levite came to the place, and when he saw him, he passed by on the opposite side. But a Samaritan traveler who came upon him was moved with compassion at the sight. He approached the victim, poured oil and wine over his wounds and bandaged them. Then he lifted him up on his own animal, took him to an inn, and cared for him. The next day he took out two silver coins and gave them to the innkeeper with the instruction, ‘Take care of him. If you spend more than what I have given you, I shall repay you on my way back.’ Which of these three, in your opinion, was neighbor to the robbers’ victim?” He answered, “The one who treated him with mercy.” Jesus said to him, “Go and do likewise.”

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you Lord Jesus Christ. — — — — —

Saints Denis, Bishop, and his Companions, Martyrs

(Liturgical Colour: Red)

First Reading

2 Corinthians 6:4-10

As dying and behold we live.

Brothers and sisters: In everything we commend ourselves as ministers of God, through much endurance, in afflictions, hardships, constraints, beatings, imprisonments, riots, labors, vigils, fasts; by purity, knowledge, patience, kindness, in the Holy Spirit, in unfeigned love, in truthful speech, in the power of God; with weapons of righteousness at the right and at the left; through glory and dishonor, insult and praise. We are treated as deceivers and yet are truthful; as unrecognized and yet acknowledged; as dying and behold we live; as chastised and yet not put to death; as sorrowful yet always rejoicing; as poor yet enriching many; as having nothing and yet possessing all things.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God. Responsorial Psalm

Psalm 126:1bc-2ab, 2cd-3, 4-5, 6

R/ Those who sow in tears shall reap rejoicing.

When the LORD brought back the captives of Zion, we were like men dreaming.Then our mouth was filled with laughter, and our tongue with rejoicing.

R/ Those who sow in tears shall reap rejoicing.

Then they said among the nations, “The LORD has done great things for them.”The LORD has done great things for us; we are glad indeed.

R/ Those who sow in tears shall reap rejoicing.

Restore our fortunes, O LORD, like the torrents in the southern desert.Those who sow in tears shall reap rejoicing.

R/ Those who sow in tears shall reap rejoicing.

Although they go forth weeping, carrying the seed to be sown, They shall come back rejoicing, carrying their sheaves.

R/ Those who sow in tears shall reap rejoicing. Gospel Acclamation

John 8:12

Alleluia, alleluia.

I am the light of the world, says the Lord; whoever follows me will have the light of life.

Alleluia, alleluia. Gospel

Matthew 5:13-16

You are the light of the world.

Jesus said to his disciples: “You are the salt of the earth. But if salt loses its taste, with what can it be seasoned? It is no longer good for anything but to be thrown out and trampled underfoot. You are the light of the world. A city set on a mountain cannot be hidden. Nor do they light a lamp and then put it under a bushel basket; it is set on a lampstand, where it gives light to all in the house. Just so, your light must shine before others, that they may see your good deeds and glorify your heavenly Father.”

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you Lord Jesus Christ.

— — — -

Saint John Leonardi, Priest  

(Liturgical Colour: White) First Reading

2 Corinthians 4:1-2, 5-7

We preach Jesus Christ as Lord, and ourselves as your slaves for the sake of Jesus.

Brothers and sisters: Since we have this ministry through the mercy shown us, we are not discouraged. Rather, we have renounced shameful, hidden things; not acting deceitfully or falsifying the word of God, but by the open declaration of the truth we commend ourselves to everyone’s conscience in the sight of God. For we do not preach ourselves but Jesus Christ as Lord, and ourselves as your slaves for the sake of Jesus. For God who said, Let light shine out of darkness, has shone in our hearts to bring to light the knowledge of the glory of God on the face of Jesus Christ.

   But we hold this treasure in earthen vessels, that the surpassing power may be of God and not from us.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God. Responsorial Psalm

Psalm 96:1-2, 2-3, 7-8, 10

R/ Proclaim God’s marvelous deeds to all the nations.

Sing to the LORD a new song; sing to the LORD, all you lands.Sing to the LORD; bless his name.

R/ Proclaim God’s marvelous deeds to all the nations.

Announce his salvation, day after day.Tell his glory among the nations; among all peoples, his wondrous deeds.

R/ Proclaim God’s marvelous deeds to all the nations.

Give to the LORD, you families of nations, give to the LORD glory and praise;    give to the LORD the glory due his name!

R/ Proclaim God’s marvelous deeds to all the nations.

Say among the nations: The LORD is king.He has made the world firm, not to be moved; he governs the peoples with equity.

R/ Proclaim God’s marvelous deeds to all the nations. Gospel Acclamation

Mark 1:17

Alleluia, alleluia.

Come after me, says the Lord, and I will make you fishers of men.

Alleluia, alleluia. Gospel

Luke 5:1-11

At your command I will lower the nets.

While the crowd was pressing in on Jesus and listening to the word of God, he was standing by the Lake of Gennesaret. He saw two boats there alongside the lake; the fishermen had disembarked and were washing their nets. Getting into one of the boats, the one belonging to Simon, he asked him to put out a short distance from the shore. Then he sat down and taught the crowds from the boat. After he had finished speaking, he said to Simon, “Put out into deep water and lower your nets for a catch.” Simon said in reply, “Master, we have worked hard all night and have caught nothing, but at your command I will lower the nets.” When they had done this, they caught a great number of fish and their nets were tearing. They signaled to their partners in the other boat to come to help them. They came and filled both boats so that they were in danger of sinking. When Simon Peter saw this, he fell at the knees of Jesus and said, “Depart from me, Lord, for I am a sinful man.” For astonishment at the catch of fish they had made seized him and all those with him, and likewise James and John, the sons of Zebedee, who were partners of Simon. Jesus said to Simon, “Do not be afraid; from now on you will be catching men.” When they brought their boats to the shore, they left everything and followed him.

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you Lord Jesus Christ.

[awkward-sultana]

(Almost) Every Costume Per Episode + Mahfiruze’s jeweled headpiece in 1x09

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(Almost) Every Costume Per Episode + Kosem’s mint gown in 1x09 & 1x10

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(Almost) Every Costume Per Episode + Kosem’s silver gown in 1x08 & 1x09

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(Almost) Every Costume Per Episode + Handan’s green wide-collar gown in 1x09

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(Almost) Every Costume Per Episode + Handan’s yellow gown with lace front in 1x09

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(Almost) Every Costume Per Episode + Handan’s red gown and gold-beaded kaftan in 1x09

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Costumes

From: Magnificent Century: Kösem, ep. 6, 9, & 11

Character: Fahriye Sultan

Actor: Gülcan Arslan

Costume By: Serdar Başbuğ

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(Almost) Every Costume Per Episode + Handan’s green gown and green lace kaftan in 1x09

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