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Messiah 2030, Prophetic Messianic Time Line, A MUST SEE !

https://rumble.com/v2sw48q-messiah-2030.html

An INCREDIBLE Set of Time Lines of Jesus Returning in 2030.

AreWeLivingInTheLastDays

Yes, I think that is the case they are making. My 2 cents is that, the first seal is the antichrist. We see that is broken with us in Heaven (after Rev 4) and we also know that he can’t come into his place as world dictator until after the rapture because the Holy Spirit who is in us is restraining that. We Also know that tribulation starts at the signing of the treaty between him and Israel. So the first seal has to be broken after the rapture (which is the start of judgement) but before tribulation starts. I obviously do not know if this is the case or not but I do think the rapture could be over this feast of trumpets and then the first seal is broken and tribulation starting in 2024. Not setting a date or claiming some divine knowledge, I just think there is a high probability of that.

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I carry my history in my blood.

Silence Is My Mother Tongue by Sulaiman Addonia

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E, per molto tempo, prima di ereditare la capanna da un uomo annegato nel fiume, avevo dormito e adagiato la testa sullo stesso cuscino di un poeta, uno stupratore, una vedova, un'adultera, un mitomane e bugiardo compulsivo, un imam, un omosessuale, un prete, un travestito che si nascondeva da sempre, un uomo che aveva molestato il figlio, una donna che picchiava i suoi bambini fino a inciderne la rabbia sulla pelle e, per qualche tempo, abitai con una giovane vedova che trascorreva le notti carponi sul pavimento della capanna, offrendo il corpo nudo allo spettro del marito morto, così mi addormentavo respirando a pieni polmoni l'odore del suo desiderio. I loro sogni, le loro paure e i loro crimini, divennero i miei.

Sulaiman Addonia, Il silenzio è la mia lingua madre

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Me doing a spell and calling upon my deities:

“El Shaddia, Elohim, Addonia, My Father in Heaven on High. My Lord and savior, Jesus Christ of Nazareth. Asherah, My Holy Devine Mother….

Loki…the avenger” 🤣🤣🤣

Like I was tryna be all serious and Loki had to go and want me to call him that bc it’s lowkey (haha lowkey, Loki) a pun. Bc it was like a protection, justice thing so like Loki avenging me. BUT like ya know Marvel Avengers (even tho Loki isn’t an Avenger).

I was being all SERIOUS and was feeling the heavy powers and energy of God Almighty and Loki went he cracked a freakin joke smh.

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Helluva Boss-dom of an in-world 16^12 AU...

Some years back, I commissioned @lagt-duck ? for a "Vivenne Medrano"-verse OC. I was not disappointed with this automata I shall now name "Itzel".

And now that a bigger chunk of both shows are up and that I have a stronger grasp on matters both within and outside as far as my constructed world cultures & overall metapattern-matching is concerned, let me present you my very own half-a-toon cast:

Nucleus household

Nil (second person perspective agent, ~0)

Kate (author self-insertee, autistic INTJ-T)

Iwa (third-person camera agent & android companion, ENFP)

Sina (mysterious black Angora housecat)

Extended Nucleus household Tier 1

Deno Hayden (younger brother)

Wyatt Hayden (youngest brother)

Falah Becker (mother, linguist)

Gustav Hayden (father, media figure)

Extended Nucleus household Tier 2

Vector Hayden (toymaker)

Nancy Payett (civil architect)

Sequoia Becker (carpenter / furniture woodworker)

Vina Cardinal (technical writer, female engineer / programmer)

"Mothfolk" household

Tano Neuer ()

Neis Numic ()

Valenz Booksword ()

Constans Blackhand ()

(unsorted)

Valence Webb

Ulli Elke

Harvae

Tekla Karol

May

Vera Hervaga

Lea

Agatha

Mathild

Rebeka

Fynn

Saller

Vratislav

Anatol

Petra

Ursae

Sascha

Magali

Micha

Mathyas

Milan

Aurel

Hypathia

Petrik

Ferko

[...]

Shoshoni dynasty

Nova

Quanah

Hachi

Pauwau

Pana

Mato

Viho

Peta

Annawan

Assyrii dynasty

Pana

Ishtar

Marbita

Aulada

Iptar-Sin

Persian dynasty

Sima

Parvin

Ziba

Pardis

Aram

Roya

Aram

Saman

Reza

Parviz

Aziz

Arzhang

Hittite dynasty

Usapa

Ayale

Zuppa

Zipani

Zuzzu

Inar

Kura

Muksu

Tamur

Hungarian dynasty

Halasz

Jakab

Bakos

Gal

Nemeth

Vincze

Dudas

Barna

Soos

Kiraly

Balla

Toth

Pal Veres

Akkadian dynasty

Nur-Ayya

Balathu

Utuaa

Rihat

Ku-Aya

Ettu

Banunu

Gemekaa

Babylonian dynasty

Ardi-ea

Laliya

Dibbarra

Rimush

Gula

Ri

Davke

Zakiti

Egyptian dynasty

Pet-Amen

Tikar

Mes-Sit

Rehema

Atef

Edjo

Usirtasen

Madu

Nu-Antef

Hurbasa

Gaulish dynasty

Ceno

Veugnus

Veruico

Sammus

Lituccia

Sama

Cattulla

Veca

Namiola

Vellibia

Taurina

Verucia

Ottoman / Turkic dynasty

Idris

Muhan

Taner

Evrim

Taylan

Sena

Hazan

Pervin

Fidan

Seren

Jale

Pelin

Phonecian dynasty

Eshmun

Donis

Milkpilles

Ugarit

Hamilcar

Byblos

Addonia

Zephon

Tanis

Jezibel

Tenithe

Yasha

Azibal

Tanni

Tanythe

Arisha

Dido

Elissa

Anath

Amma

Samoan dynasty

Apelu Tui

Falaniko Anae

Siaosi Faamoana

Lulu Latu

Lua Asoau

Tava'esina Taalitua

Inuit dynasty

Ataneq Annakpok

Unnuk Annakpok

Irniq Annakpok

Nuniq Annakpok

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Will iterate, derive, develop and show more soon...

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books read in february and march:

Apex Hides the Hurt, Colson Whitehead: Really excellent and excellently written book but not really for me. I think I’m too non-profit for it. A lot of the scathing satire of corporatism and consumerism just made me sad. However, this would be believable as like. A season-long b-plot of Mad Men. I also got stupidly hung up on the band-aid and like i know that it’s an allegory ok but the idea that there are people out there who would just. leave a band-aid on for weeks, including in the shower, on a serious cut, is deeply disturbing to me. That’s definitely a me problem though, and the book is really really well written, sharp, and funny.

God Help the Child, Toni Morrison: I... wanted to like this one, but it felt. Hmmm. Unfinished? Like a kind of half-baked idea poorly executed. Which I hadn’t run into in any previous Morrison books. I also don’t think the way the main character got her “adult” self back by... reclaiming a man and settling down with him? Worked in the modern setting. It’s her only novel that isn’t historical fiction and I think the foray wasn’t very successful.

After the Dance: A Walk Through Carnival in Jacmel, Haiti, Edwidge Danticat: I liked it, it was interesting, I think I wanted something slightly more from it, but good.

Silence is My Mother Tongue, Sulaiman Addonia: Absolutely amazing book. I don’t have much intelligent to say about it. It’s a rich and intense story in a bunch of different directions, highly recommend.

Splendid Slippers: A Thousand Years of An Erotic Tradition, Beverly Jackson: On the one hand this was interesting and informative. On the other hand it was clearly written by someone who had done a lot of narrow research on something she thought was neat, but didn’t have the proper academic training to really interrogate the subject, or her own bias. There was 0 critical analysis of sources. The author claimed to be speaking about 1000 years of history, but over 90% of her sources were from the Qing dynasty. Her background as a textile art historian really kneecapped her, because often she would get so focused on the beauty and intricacy of the shoes she would give that more importance than the effects of this tradition on women’s lives. Amateur attempt, but not without value.

Sorry, Please, Thank You, Charles Yu: I liked the first story, thought it was funny and interesting and had a great sci-fi premise that operated as a brilliant “logical conclusion” critique of a current reality of globalization. But all of his stories have the same mediocre “relatable” every-man protagonist, the tone is the same in most of them, and it just seemed like, often, he was just taking the piss out of something that he didn’t seem to get. His story about the red-shirt was particularly bad. The women in his stories are all incredibly flat, and only there for the men to have feelings about, or to validate the men. There were a couple “the horror of the unlived life” stories that were good, but overall, not great.

The Unpassing, Chia Chia Lin: I loved this one. It beautifully captured the undercurrent of menace of growing up in a household where the parents resent each other over things you don’t understand and they won’t explain to you. It’s a beautifully cinematic book. My only critique is that it relied a little too much on the vignette, and I wanted it to connect a few of them more, or circle back around. It’s a bleak book about ugly realities and ugly feelings. It’s absolutely gorgeous.

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The English language has a history of borrowing words, some would say stealing, from many other nations. But in my eyes, English felt like me, eternally wandering, crossing boundaries, leaping over borders, swallowing a phrase here, a word there, refusing to toe the line of fixating itself to one identity, one territory. My relationship with the English language was founded on the ability of both of us to adapt. Years after that first morning in London, I became a writer who writes in English. I remember people trying to dissuade me when they learned of my new career move. You can’t write in your second language, they told me. But English wasn’t my second, or third, or fourth. I no longer had a mother tongue to rank it against. How does someone like me measure the strength of a language? Is it how well I pronounce it or how well I thread its words to create a unique turn of phrase? Is it how solemn and somber I make it or poetically illustrate it? Sometimes, when I read copy-editors’ comments on my books, saying things such as “how this or that sentence doesn’t sound natural in English,” I feel as if I hijacked a language and took it into a direction that only immigrants and those with a history of migration in their bloodline would understand. We the refugees and immigrants know that a language, like us, can re-settle somewhere far away from its native land and still feel at home.

Sulaiman Addonia, “The Wound of Multilingualism: On Surrendering the Languages of Home“ [x]

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Asmara-Addis Literary Festival (In Exile) 2022 to be hosted in May.

Asmara-Addis Literary Festival (In Exile) 2022 to be hosted in May.

The Asmara-Addis Literary Festival (In Exile) 2022, will be hosted in Brussels, Belgium from May 29-31, 2022. This year’s theme is “Say It Loud, The Art Of Unsubtlety.” The Asmara-Addis Literary Festival (In Exile), founded by novelist Sulaiman Addonia, was first hosted in the Belgian city of Brussels in 2019. It was attended by among others Maaza Mengiste, Minna Salami, Nadifa Mohamed, Chike…

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Citybooks Haarlem: ‘Horen, zien en schrijven’

Citybooks Haarlem: ‘Horen, zien en schrijven’

Op woensdagavond 22 september is Sulaiman Addonia te gast in de Bibliotheek Haarlem Centrum. De Eritrees-Engelse schrijver zal dit najaar als writer in residence in de stad verblijven. Abdelkader Benali interviewt Addonia; Joni Zwart gaat daarna met Gerda Blees en Addonia in gesprek over verschillende manieren om de wereld te observeren. Aanmelden Je kunt ‘Horen, zien en schrijven’ zowel in de…

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Silence Is My Mother Tongue by Sulaiman Addonia

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When We Feel Helpless - Radio Classic - Dr. Charles Stanley

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Silence is My Mother Tongue Paperback – June 20, 2020

https://www.amazon.com/Silence-Mother-Tongue-Sulaiman-Addonia/dp/1999683323

Saba arrives in an East African refugee camp as a young girl, devastated to have been wrenched from school and forced to abandon her books as her family flees to safety. In this unfamiliar, crowded and often hostile community, she must carve out a new existence. As she struggles to maintain her sense of self, she remains fiercely protective of her mute brother, Hagos – each sibling resisting the roles gender and society assign. Through a cast of complex, beautifully drawn characters, Sulaiman Addonia questions what it means to be a man, to be a woman, to be an individual when circumstance has forced the loss of all that makes a home or a future. Addonia has written an insider’s view of the textures of life in a refugee camp. Both intimate and epic, this subversive tale of transgression dissects society’s ability to wage war on its own women and explores the stories we must tell to survive in a broken, inhospitable environment.

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“Silence Is My Mother Tongue” witnesses a young brother and sister coming of age in a Sudanese refugee camp.

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Libri dalla terra straniera: "Silence is My Mother Tongue" di Sulaiman Addonia

Libri dalla terra straniera: “Silence is My Mother Tongue” di Sulaiman Addonia

Silence is My Mother Tongue è il secondo romanzo non ancora tradotto in italiano di Sulaiman Addonia, di cui invece si trova in traduzione il primo libro, La Conseguenza dell’Amore (Sperling & Kupfer, 2009). Specifico, onde evitare evitare ambiguità che potrebbero nascere facendo qualche ricerca, che quest’ultimo libro non ha alcun legame con il bellissimo film di Sorrentino del 2004, Le…

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Afropolitan - Systeme K. After Party.

SYSTEME K. As in Système Kin, Système Kinshasa. For its third edition, the Afropolitan Festival, together with its partners, immerses itself in the Kinshasan and Congolese arts scene which surprises, inspires, plays with borders and nourishes life on both sides of the river Congo. The festival invites afrofeminists from Africa and Europe to share their work with the public, and is lucky enough to have an exceptional patron in the form of Cécile Djunga, actress, TV presenter and, the RTBF weather girl. A patron befitting such an eclectic event, with concerts, rap and dance battles, film screenings, exhibitions and debates, but also fashion shows, maker markets, food, workshops and children’s activities, making this intense, three-day festival a place of discovery and exchanges for all.

With Baloji, Kokoko!, Cécile Djunga, Minna Salami, Sulaiman Addonia and many more...

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In hoe verre is je omgeving van invloed op je gedrag en acties?

Die gedachten komt in mij op als ik rondkijk in Innsbruck. De mensen in de bergen, op mountainbikes en ski’s: zijn ze naar hier gekomen voor die passie of hebben ze die passie hier opgedaan? Nemen ze die passie gewoon over om te conformeren? En verschillen ze van diegene die het gewoon van jongs af aan hebben aangeleerd gekregen, van hun ouders of hun school. Waarom lijken bepaalde activiteiten die je van ‘thuis meekrijgt’ weerstand op te roepen, en lijken anderen net diep te zijn ingebakken en trots op te roepen? Rebelleren neemt sowieso af met de leeftijd. In tegenstelling tot een dikke 5 jaar geleden lijken de meeste mensen die een middag met hun ouders te verkiezen boven hun vrienden. Of delen ze die tijd in elk geval evenwichtiger in als vroeger.

Ik was over bovenstaande aan het nadenken toen ik de tekst las van Sulaiman Addonia.

“Ik nam het concept soevereiniteit niet zo ernstig als veel mensen. Ik begreep al heel jong dat een land iets is dat je even snel kunt verliezen als iemand van wie je houdt, dat je even snel kan worden afgenomen. Dat het iets is waarvoor je een alternatief moet bedenken. Misschien heb ik daardoor mijn zintuigen op scherp gezet. Wat veel mensen voelen voor een land, beleefde ik door verwantschap, gedachten en liefde die wordt uitgewisseld tussen mensen.”

Zijn tekst gaat over hoe verlangen/liefde/hartstocht (mooi gevormd woord) impact krijgt op de eigen persoonlijkheid. Hij denkt dat het start met gevoelens te verkiezen boven ratio: “...boeken of tijdens mijn reizen, hoe buigzamer ik werd, tot ik ging geloven dat een ontmoeting met iemand die ik begeerde me recht gaf op een deeltje van haar identiteit. Door dat sterke gevoel werd de werkelijkheid niets meer dan iets wat makkelijk kan worden veranderd door hartstocht, door één nacht. Ik had met andere woorden ontdekt hoe hevig verlangen kan zijn,...” Onderstaand zinnetje vat het misschien nog het beste samen: “Hoe spannend is het om een deel van jezelf open te stellen voor de mogelijkheid om herschreven te worden door hartstocht.”

Jezelf niet beklemmen met wat jij denkt dat je persoonlijkheid is maar open blijven staan voor je omgeving. Je laten raken. Zijn tekst gaat over andere mensen (en hoe zij je raken) maar is volgens mij ook toepasbaar op je relatie tot je omgeving.

Verlangen kan je identiteit veranderen. Je blijft, zolang je zelf wilt (misschien is dat enigste wat we in eigen handen hebben), een open vraag en kan gevormd worden door wat je raakt, maar je moet er wel voor blijven openstaan. We voelen allemaal hoe dat we minder vaak geraakt worden als dan toen we jong waren. Als student, kind, puber, wordt je bijna dagelijks geraakt door nieuwe inzichten, mensen, feestjes, ... Bij het ouder worden, begin je dit als ‘afleiding’ te bestempelen. Er komt een heroriëntatie in onze levensfilosofie. Succesvol ben je niet meer als je zoekend/open-minded of onrustig bent, nee, we beginnen meer respect te hebben voor de ‘rustfinders’, de ‘focussers’. Zoek je focus en sluit je je af voor zaken die je niet kent! Pas dan wordt je succesvol in de volwassen maatschappij.

“Zonder dat ik het wist, had ik in die kamer mijn verlangen de toestemming gegeven om me te leiden, en mijn eigen identiteit was als een berg zand waarop de hartstocht met enorme golven inbeukte. Ik brokkelde af. Smolt in de armen van het moment. Mijn werkelijkheid stond op losse schroeven. Verlangen kan je door elkaar schudden, net als oorlog, een trauma of liefde. Het kan ons opnieuw in elkaar zetten en onze gedachte- en ideeënwereld opentrekken. Dat is zijn verborgen, onzichtbare kracht.”

Zou het een soort heimwee zijn? Naar Belgische cultuur? Naar BeNeLux cultuur? Zonder goed te weten waarom wordt ik in deze periode van het leven vooral aangetrokken door (jonge) schrijvers en muzikanten uit mijn land: Ibe Rossel, Dalilla Hermans, Stijn De Paepe, West-Vlaamse rap. En hieronder Raoul de Jong. De schrijver van de ‘Jaguarman’ schiet enkele keren fantastisch raak in onderstaand interview.

Ondertussen duurt de oorlog in Ukraïne verder. Hij wordt bitsiger, paniekeriger. Maar de mensen blijven betrokken, hij verliest nog niet aan intensiteit.

“Intensiteit beleven is niet weten hoe de dingen zullen eindigen.”

Dit zinnetje komt uit een boek dat ik niet gelezen heb. Maar er zit iets in. Oorlog, een date, een film, ... Allemaal zaken waarvan we niet goed weten hoe ze gaan aflopen en net daarom geraken mensen er niet over uitgepraat.

De prijs van intensiteit kan dus soms pijnlijk zijn. Maar vaak onbewust zijn we bereid dit te betalen.

Hoe ik kan helpen, moet ik nog herausfinden.