#blasphemy on every planet

[elliottkay]

Every show and film and book I grew up with presented the military as a place where you’d find yourself. The military could be good, could be bad, and all that “glory” stuff was clearly nonsense… but shared trials made you stronger and forged ride-or-die buddies for life. And hey, it’d pay for college.

Then I joined. It didn’t work out. Every day ranged from tedious to toxic, even when we did genuine good. I made one short-term friend in four years.

I still loved those stories, but none of them were ever about the guy who joins up and doesn’t find himself and never belongs—so I wrote it.

Poor Man’s Fight is a rockin’ space opera built on shattered dreams, student debt, and space pirates. Lots of space pirates. It’s funny, it’s sober, and you’ll want to hug Tanner Malone even when he’s covered in blood. The real enemies are always capitalism and toxic masculinity.

And then comes the war with the corporations that built this whole dystopia, because the enemy is still capitalism, even for the aliens.

On a brighter note, Tanner does make it out of the military and into college, becoming the Deadliest Unpaid Intern in the Galaxy… and the Resident Advisor for a freshman dorm full of chaos goblins.

(Cover art by Lee Moyer, Julie Dillon, Dan Watson, and Brittany Torres, for which I’m forever grateful.)

If you’ve made it this far, hopefully you’re looking for where to pick this up. They’re all available on ebook and Kindle Unlimited, and everything from Poor Man’s Fight to Last Man Out is also in paperback and audio.

And bonus: they’re cheap!

[la2yn0va]

General Self-Aware HSR Headcanons/Guidelines(? Is that the word I’m looking for?)

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Notes — I’m not coming back, YET. I still need to see a few things before I came back.

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Reader is referred as ‘The Omni Aeon’ or ‘The Voidborne Sovereign/Arbiter” ORRR “creator/lord/Their, Your Grace”

I believe if hsr WERRE self aware, it’s highly likely that the ‘normal’ au for this au is that it’d be a cult au.

There’s already different factions that worship/follow in the paths of already existing aeons. So if reader was… well GOD, then I believe everyone would be in this unspoken cult organization.

Along with this unspoken cult, there’s unspoken guidelines. Just to list a few;

Any blasphemy of any degree is punishable by fates worse than death. (Newly added, their grace is okay with jokes)

You will be disowned by everyone, weather they be family, friends, jobs, factions, or aeons. You’re now an utter nobody and a blight that must be punished.

The Voidborne Sovereign must have statues on every conceivable planet, and be worshiped three times a day, no matter your business, condition, or whereabouts.

No violence or outburst will be allowed within 30 feet of The Voidborne’s Statue.

Unless the creator themselves give you permission, NO. ONE. Is allowed to call their grace by their real name.

Every faction have different ideas about you, but at the same time they all have the same belief of you.

The only mortals who’re able to follow your path are the emulators of aeons. (Acheron, Herta/Stephen, Feixiao) and the aeons themselves, but only with your permission.

Every planet has a building for you along with servants trained from birth. In belabog, they just give you the Qlipoth Fort. The Xianzhou managed to build a whole ship for you. And Penacony… well I honestly don’t know.

The reader has the following powers;

Omni-Manipulation

Absolute Creation and Destruction

Future-Past-Present Seeing,

Knowledge and Power Gifting/Revoking

Omniscience/Omnipotence

Complete Arsenal

In short. Everything.

Story wise, reader SHOULD NOT, gain these powers immediately. He should have a peak superhuman physicality, along with the same amount of martial arts training/experience of a 1,000 year old. Along with manipulating Either the imaginary or Quantum element at first.

The aeons would put aside all their differences if you so order them to. Nanook should be slightly rebellious and, if someone wants, he should be the main villain in a Self aware HSR x Reader story.

Reader should have a backstory. I’m talking about what happened BEFORE they made the HSR universe. I’m a fan of the reader being in a universe where there was ONE planet with a corrupt ‘god’.

I’m pretty sure I already posted a story of this back story. If you want to read it click here. RIIGHT HEEEEEERRE

Everyone in the galaxy has multiple books/fanfics about you written by some mysterious author. despite this, NO ONE is shameful enough to admit they have fanfics of you.

They’re are absolutely debates about how good you are in bed, along this other stuff.

-That’s all I got right now, sorry. SEE YAA-

[feministfang]

Day by day i listen to the bullshit these muslims (both men and women) promote in the name of their religion, i understand more and more why the western world doesn’t give a fuck about muslim oppression and why the world is so Islamophobic (which includes me).

Islamic scholar, Zakir Naik, visited my country Pakistan and started preaching why the rapists and murderers deserve forgiveness because allah is forgiving. He preached too much shit like why is it women’s fault rape happens and men have right to marry four times in islam that too to the audience of people who live in a deep rooted misogynistic society where every male is a potential rapist.

*Edit: just found out he also claimed that unmarried women are 'bazaari aurat' meaning prostitutes!

A brave woman amongst the crazy audience dared to speak up for women’s rights boldly and for the women who are victims of domestic violence, this bastard instantly villainised her in front of everyone, portraying her as if she had committed blasphemy against islam, knowing very well the mullah cult mob could lynch her to death any second.

There’s a whole debate going on on the internet regarding this and as expected, the public is supporting and praising him. A friend of mine said some words against him on her story and she received a text from another WOMAN who said something like "dOn'T lEt wEstErn wOrLd dIvErT yOur mInd! He sAid nOthInG wRoNg. MEn aRe aLLowEd tO mArrY fOur tiMeS iN iSlAm iTs AllAhs oRdEr🤡"

This man is banned from all the western countries for a reason and muslims like him are the reason why the western world gives them silent treatment. I don’t blame them at all for their Islamophobia. It’s the muslims fault completely. You behave like that, you get cancelled globally.

islam is the most misogynistic cult on this planet, but we are supposed to listen to allah's commands and don’t listen to the western feminists otherwise we are white supremacists or Islamophobic! To hell with that! I will always listen to a western feminist over what a mullah or a mulli in her ninja 🥷 suit has to say!

[fandom-space-princess]

how uniquely weird must it have been for Ashley to be the Virmire survivor. her religion is such a central focus of her life, and though I don't think? we ever get elaboration on what that religion Is, given the cultural context the character was written in and her dialogue, it's not a stretch to assume some variety of Christianity might be her baseline. so anyway. here's this intensely devout person. and she watched you, her commander and best friend, die. prayed every day for you after you were gone, by her own admission.

and then one day on some nothing planet called Horizon: you show up. resurrected, apparently. what does that mean for her faith? or even just for her faith in *you*? the way she sees you? is this the miracle she prayed for? but the people who resurrected you, you know, are evil. are you... something unholy to her, now? can you ever again be anything but embodied blasphemy? she loves you so much. she does. but in that moment, she must be so scared of you, too.

[queereads-bracket]

Queer Adult SFF Books Bracket: Preliminary Round

Book summaries and submitted endorsements below:

The Hands of the Emperor (The Hands of the Emperor, At the Feet of the Sun, and other stories) by Victoria Goddard

Endorsement from submitter: "Amazing epic and intrinsically queer story about leaving home to change the world, about being a bridge between worlds, about what it means to choose to leave your home even which it is the most important place in the world to you. And so much more."

An impulsive word can start a war. A timely word can stop one. A simple act of friendship can change the course of history.

Cliopher Mdang is the personal secretary of the Last Emperor of Astandalas, the Lord of Rising Stars, the Lord Magus of Zunidh, the Sun-on-Earth, the god. He has spent more time with the Emperor of Astandalas than any other person. He has never once touched his lord. He has never called him by name. He has never initiated a conversation.

One day Cliopher invites the Sun-on-Earth home to the proverbially remote Vangavaye-ve for a holiday.

The mere invitation could have seen Cliopher executed for blasphemy. The acceptance upends the world.

Fantasy, romance, politics, secondary world, series, adult

The Principle of Moments by Esmie Jikiemi-Pearson (Order of Legends series)

A century-spanning space fantasy novel that will take you on a whirlwind adventure, from a Regency Era love affair between a time-traveller and the prince waiting for him in the past, to a rescue mission in the 60th century, where a girl desperately races against time as she searches for the sister the emperor stole.

6066: In Emperor Thracin’s brave new galaxy, humans are not citizens. Instead, they are indentured labourers, working to repay the debt they unwittingly incurred when they settled on Gahraan - a desert planet already owned by the emperor himself. Asha Akindele knows she’s just another voiceless cog working the assembly lines that fuel his vast imperial war machine. Her only rebellion: studying stolen aeronautics manuals in the dead of night. But then a cloaked stranger arrives to deliver an impossible message, and her life changes in an instant.

1812: Obi Amadi is done with time-travelling. Never mind the fact he doesn’t know how to cure himself of the temporal sickness he caught whilst anchoring his soul to Regency London, the one that unmakes him further with every jump. Or if the prince he loves will ever love him back. Or why his father disappeared. He is done. Until he hears about the ghost of a girl in the British Museum. A girl from another time.

When Obi’s path tangles with Asha’s and a prophecy awakens in the cold darkness of space, they must voyage through the stars, racing against time, tyranny, and the legacy of three heroes from an ancient religion who may be awakening, reincarnated in ways beyond comprehension.

Science fiction, fantasy, time travel, historical fiction, Regency, space opera, adventure, series, adult

[yanderealm]

okokokokkk i'm requesting! can you make ( yandere alphabet ) A, B, C, F, N and X for blade please? i know this is too much but-- i'm crushing on the yandere characters you write, lyra!

PAIRING : yandere! blade x fem! reader

TW : lots of YANDERE tendencies!, blood, violence, overlove, overjealousy, manipulation, kidnapping, psychological manipulation, isolation, gaslighting, ghosting, unhealthy actions, unhealthy relationship, blade smothering the reader, reader being dumb.

NOTE : ohhhhh, it's totally fine and i'm so happy that you requested me anon! :)) and ugh- please just write your request only in one ask not like this... and this is my last fem reader because i am not good at writing i mean specifyimg the reader’s gender exclusively, especially in smuts, so i decided to write for gn readers only, gotcha?

and i’m sorry for being ( really ) late and writing too short! i newly recovered from my depression.

i wish i could write better. and posting more of my writings but my time is very limited-

SENSITIVES, BLANK BLOGS & MINORS DNI !

Affection ( how do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get? ) :

he would show his love in every way; pampering you with gifts, feeding you by his hands that he cooked them all for you, giving you kisses/hugs/compliments everyday if you behave well and… locking you up in your room and not allowing you to go out, telling you most terrifying scenarios what would happen if you didn’t accept to be his lover,

Blood ( how messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling ) :

oh, come on. this stellaron hunter isn't afraid of having his hands bloody when it comes to his dear girl.

he has a potential of destroying a planet, even the whole universe for you, his dear darling.

because you’re his precious beloved, just enjoy him going crazy over you <3 .

let me tell you a story. one day, you were just hanging around with him

Cruelty ( how would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them ) :

he would use some drugs on you to calm you after kidnapping you first, but these drugs are too heavy for you so you probably would feel hazy for a week or more.

he would use every type of manipulation on you to make you all his. to make you not wake up in an utopical dream that waking up would result with a dystopia.

you would live in a big and cozy house but you aren’t allowed to go out, you have a terrace and balconies to have some oxygen, right?

Fight ( how would they feel if their darling fought back? ) :

he would simply block your attacks and ignore your help cries because he’s a patient type who can wait for you to shut up.

but if you push his buttons, he would not hold himself from manhandling you to shut up.

Naughty ( how would they punish their darling? )

he would treat you like a witch in middle ages. he’s a priest and you’re an innocent woman who have committed a witchcraft, aka blasphemy, but the priest won’t punish her lawfully. he’ll only make her don’t do it again. isn’t that simple to say?

but the process will never be easy on you no matter what the conditions are.

he’ll give you less food, less attention filled with more isolation and more cruelty.

Xoanon ( how much would they revere or worship their darling? to what length would they go to win their darling over? ) :

bro, i can’t say something specific to say that he would obviously worship you ( i swear it’s the only thing what i don’t understand lmao ).

but i can say he has two sides:

one; he would treat you like you’re worthless slave.

two; he would treat you like you’re his very dear darling and he would destroy the whole universe for you ( i accept him as a green flag ZORT )

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[tigris-types]

Yesterday, @starbiology posted that in cannon Neopets lore, Dr. Sloth arrived to Neopia and started creating experimental lifeforms on the empty planet. These lifeforms started to mutate into the Neopets we know today after magic was introduced, and then faeries were later discovered. Faeries are seen as immortal being and on the Neopian Times, Queen Fyora is often used as a stand-in for god. This means that our timeline is Dr. Sloth experiments - magic arrives - Neopets appear - deities/faeries appear.

I think it's safe to say that's deities are created by belief, and in the world of Neopia, "believing" can affect the weather and magic. So Neopets believing in a persona that controlled a force created the faeries, but where did magic originally come from? For that, we look to the stars.

Aishas are a unique neopet as they are the only one that can be painted alien. In their lore, the alien color was actually the original aisha, but they lost the additional ears when they adapted to life on Neopia. Aishas also have phychic abilities and a tie to the mystic arts; they are magical beings.

I propose that alien aishas brought magic to Neopia and created the faeries. Here's how I imagine it happening:

Alien aishas are explorers of the galaxy who come from a matriarchal society. They pray to their patron of stars and safe space travel Mira to guide them on their journey. They have discovered a planet that can sustain life just on the edges of their explorable range. The aishas send a small crew to check it out, but unbeknownst to them, it's under the watch and protection of Dr.Sloth.

He doesn't want anyone messing with his planet wide experiment! He found the planet first! It's his! So he shoots down the incoming ship. The aishas are able to make it to their escape pods and land on Neopia.

But how could this have happened? Were they too far away from their home planet for Mira to protect them? If they were truly out of range of the deity of space travel, could none of their gods help them now? Did they need to pray to new ones? No! That's blasphemy! Accidents happen, they should send out a rescue signal and wait.

So they do. But they find the planet full of hostile lifeforms, monsters of every shape, size, and color! And every time a rescue party gets near to the planet, it gets shot down in a similar manner. They assume it's something in the atmosphere that is breaking up their ships, and they loose faith in their old gods. Dr. Sloth meanwhile leaves his moon base to go investigate where all these ships are coming from as Mira looses her power as the Neopian aishas loose faith in her.

The colony of aishas are trying so hard to survive the monsters. They don't know the deities of the world they are now inhabiting, but they know how to be respectful to them.

They pray to the Mother of Protection so they can fight the monsters at their doors, and a battle faerie comes to aide them.

They pray to the Mother of Survival when their rations and supplies run out, and so a faerie with a cooking pot appears to teach them what can be combined to create something greater than its parts.

They pray to the Mother of Medicine in the winter when they start to fall ill from the cold. So a faerie of healing and snow appears to help them, and disappears when it's spring.

The faerie of survival tells them about neggs, and when they find a fruit that contains all their nutitrial needs, they praise the Mother of Neggs, and a faerie appears to tend to the negg bushes so the aishas will always have something to eat.

And although they have lost faith in their old gods, some rituals still carry over. Losing a tooth is still considered a great milestone that must be honored. The Mother of Milestone is manifested as the tooth faerie that gives money in exchange for teeth, but these aren't the nerkmids that they use as money. Could their be other civilizations on this planet?

As the aishas start to explore the planet to find other civilizations, they take their beliefs with them. They thank Mother Earth for soft grasses, shady trees, and protective caves. They thank Mother River for fresh water and Mother Ocean for a safe seafaring journey, and they thank both for the bounty of fish. They thank Mother Air for fresh breezes and to keep them upwind from the monsters. They thank Mother Fire for keeping the monsters away, and Mother Light for keeping their spirits bright.

But mothers can also be mean and nasty, and mothers can be cruel. They attribute the monsters and their hardships to Mother Decay, a spectral shadowy faerie that lives in our nightmares and can corrupt our minds until we become the monsters attacking our friends.

The aishas know they need protection from Mother Decay when they go to sleep. They need a force in the darkness to help keep them safe from the nightmares when no other mother can reach them, so they pray to Mother Dark for sweet dreams and sanity. Mother Dark may not always be nice, but she will do what no other mother can and make it so we can brave the night.

As the aishas expands, and new faeries start to appear in their settlements, things been a little hectic. No new civilizations have been found yet, and while their own has been more established, these faeries cause just as much help as harm. Magic is a new force that is altering the landscape, but they need it to make sense! Some have even claimed to find a land made out of jelly for faeries sake!

So the leaders pray to the Mother of Order and the Mother of Faeries. "Please" they say, "Please control your children so we may have order in our lives again" and Mother Faerie appears. It manifests as the Queen of all faeries and all must listen to her. Queen Faerie, no, Queen Fyora, whisks the most unruly faeries away to Faerieland so the Aishas can have peace again.

But with the Mother of Order and Civilization making an appearance, civilization is also brought to the monsters that have plagued Neopia. Everywhere the floating city goes, the monsters turn into the Neopets we know today. They start worshipping the faeries too, and the faeries' power grows. The world turns.

Monsters still exist, as the faeries can't solve every problem, but the aishas have neighbors they can trade with now. Some of the monsters can even be tamed and trained for pets or for jobs!

As Neopian society grows and thoughts and feelings change, new faeries take on the mantles of older ones. Faeries become a species of their own and can form relationships, although no one really knows how new faeries are created. They believe they have always been there, and their belief makes it so. Queen Fyora is thought of as the oldest faerie, and their belief makes that true as well. (Eventhough she is technically the youngest of the ancient faeries, but she is the only ancient one who remains in modern Neopia) (Besides Mira and maybe Kari, but idk)

Other notable faeries and how they came to be:

Library Faerie - Mother of Knowledge

Soup Faerie - Mother of Kindness - the current light faerie took over from a faerie with unquie wings that wasn't meeting the community's needs

Bree - Mother of Quests (when society became more modern, neopets got bored and prayed to be given more involved quests than just simple fetch quests, so Bree spawned and created Key Quest)

Kaia - she spawned as a kid, so idk what she would represent. A daughter of Culture perhaps? She can see into the future, so maybe she is the deity of Time who is in training?

Honestly, Kaia confuses me. But I hoped this made sense of how the faeries came to be! I also went for the mother angle to explain why all of them are female. Please let me know what you all think of this!

Oh yeah - faeries can die if no one believes in them, but if their domain is still needed, then a new faerie takes up that same domain. As a side note, that might be why Kari has an apprentice now. Neggs aren't as obtainable as they used to be and are pretty expensive, but they are still useful. Neopians opinions of Neggs are changing, so there is another faerie to represent the current generation of Neopians' thoughts on Neggs.

Same thing with Delina. Modern Neopians know that dark faeries aren't automatically evil, but they don't know what they can help with that isn't evil magic, so a good crafty dark faerie spawned. All dark faeries are crafty, but Delina is DIY crafty instead of magic crafty.

Thank you for reading! I know this was long but it was fun to write, and please excuse any errors as this was written on my phone. Also, please let me know your thoughts on this! If you agree/disagree or if their is some ancient lore that needs to be incorporated in this!

[catcoffee02]

It's Wednesday the 13th! (At least still in my country)

So, let's give some lore, a bit more, to this unlucky woman.

Opal was born 50 years after Petropia's destruction, 394 years before the original series. The father died on Petropia, but her mother, Saphe, who was born from an anodite and never developed a spark, worked as a scientist in a space station. Unknowing that she protected herself and her child.

For many reasons, mostly because of possible new armaments, the station got attacked and left many scientists, including Saphe, dead.

After the accident many Hunters were called to "Clean after the mess". Tetrax, still guilty, helped with the mission. He ended up finding Opal, after he recognized Saphe.

Opal never knew how she ended up with Tetrax. She was too little to understand, she was the equivalent of a newborn who could walk.

She had many sign she already had a spark since she was born, mostly given by her mutations. She grow faster for a petrosapien in body and mind. During her growth many anodites who could detect her would go to her out of curiosity. Tetrax just learnt to let them be, as he could not help her. Anodites would teach her how to use her powers, until they noticed something odd in her spark: she fused her mana.

Opal came out to use mana was highly destructive, making herself hide her anodites heritage more and more. She never showed her powers to others outside her father.

Tetrax and Opal would stay on Gheos A mostly of Opal's life. Gheos A had a lot of work for bounty hunters and Opal started to work for his father's friend in a bar.

When Opal was an adult and Tetrax was out of the planet she succumbed into a raid. She ended up left for deaths and being sold as a gladiator

Out of rage she would use her anodite power, unable to control it she went into Deep space.

In Deep space she escaped to a near planet full of life.

Welcome to earth, Italy, March 1990.

Fun facts:

- Opal necklace is a gif from Tetrax, she is very jealous of her necklace.

- She is very tall, more of a Petrosapien, being 2 meters and 18 cm.

- In Petrosapiens culture saying the name of a dead person is blasphemy over that person. Tetrax thought Opal died.

- I never saw Anodites as Immortal beings, but they can be mistaken as ones by beings who do not live a lot. I see anodites as mini stars, they are a sort of condensed mana and their "spark" as a sort of nuclear fission. Some anodites have their whole bodies who work like a literal star, making them highly destructive in terms of power and are not very well looked at by other anodites.

Having a nucleus the older they get the less mana they can keep, slowly dying imploding.

- Saphe and Tetrax knew each other on Petropia. Saphe was one of the few people who would try to kick into Tetrax's head good sense. They ended up locked in a cell for a fight more than once, Tetrax hated every bit of it and Saphe actually bought him a sort of beer after.

[lol-jackles]

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this is the post:

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If you're blocked this is the content:

Anonymous asked: I’m a complete outsider in whatever hell is going on here but I feel like you should let go of this person. Obsessing over them like this can’t be healthy

Goob: As a complete outsider, jump off a cliff. I’ve been getting harassed by her for three solid years, your tactic doesn’t work. This isn’t “obsession”. This is her getting the attention she’s been screaming for for three years while mind-raping me and using pictures of me for her sexual fetishes. Absolutely not. I stop when she dies.

If you don’t like it, fuck off, I will literally drag this bitch into the dirt after the three years of harassment she’s caused me in real life, online, multiple servers, fandoms and websites. Absolute rotten festering cunt. She was literally goddamn warned to stay off my dick, once every three months, for three fucking years, and she was still riding it and starting shit, so now I’m ending it. And the opinions of motherfucking people who care about me fucking up their fictional angel feed really do not fucking matter. She relies on weak ass opinions like this so she can keep on keeping on with her horse shit, and no, it’s over. You will literally have to ban me from the entire internet to make me stop before she dies or surrenders. It’s that simple. I am DONE.

I need you to comprehend I left this bitch three years ago, after she cheated, malignantly plotted to evict me to replace me with a new bf once she got her first check but let me pay the bills, and has since still absolutely stalked me everywhere anyway, invaded my servers, ripped off my face, my religious practices (badly), has been doing outright goddamn blasphemy, is grooming her friends into fetish roleplays using my fucking face, and she just invested SEVEN. GODDAMN. MONTHS. trying to invade YET ANOTHER FRIEND GROUP OF MINE to cause shit, and she got busted, and now her ass is on fire.

IT’S DONE. WE’RE DONE. THE MERCY IS GONE. SHE LETS US GO OR SHE DIES, IT’S THAT SIMPLE.

She wants me to be a demon, I’ll be a demon. She even signed to me. Moron.

Truly this woman was so obsessed she sat in a goddamn furry porn server for half a year trying to sniff out my friends and investors elsewhere. Like she was literally wailing trying to find the contact for one of my main business investors. To start more shit with, of course. Sis, that man let me do 13 billion dollars in damages to WB by proxy. He doesn’t care about your pissmoaning.

This isn’t “obsession”. This is me being tired of hers, and taking any means necessary to end the harassment I’ve been enduring on every possible front for literal years. Even if it means helping her remove herself from the planet and realizing what a service to humanity that is. I’m fuckin DONE. Like, literally, nothing of value would be lost. It’d actually be a net benefit because she’d stop scamming people with her octopus jibberish, plagiarized lines, and outright blasphemy of the god she claims but refuses to read the doctrine of and teaches contrary to.

She truly feels special cuz she can bullshit up some vague horse shit about someone’s grandma to make them feel better then writes retroactive dreams, like the one that only prophecized to her that she was about to get her cheeks clapped, after she got clapped, but she swears she had a vision dream that morning. ok. the other seven months?

Like the whore is even posing right now writing her fanfiction like it’s proof of something compared to my statistics. Yeah I too can shit out narrative horse shit, Shealyn. That doesn’t make you a mystic. She’s basically charging people for her obsession with me, her roleplay fetish, her schizophrenia and a big fat bucket of blasphemy she’ll rot in the void for. And drag some nice little practicing christians with her.

Am I christian? No. But I respect the texts enough to know what she’s doing is deeply fucking these people up. Like, they’re neither following Hermes nor Yahweh’s doctrine, they’re just following whatever octopus jibberish horse shit she hallucinates. It’s literally a cult. A cult she groomed into humping a copy of my face. Like a psychopath.

And no, that’s not the hyperbolic internet use of cult. It is the literal definition of a cult, wherein no classic doctrine is used, but rather the singular teachings of someone that generally revises other practices, and grooms them out of actually reading anything outside of it and, in this case, into humping pictures of me.

You, too, would be flipping shit if your cheating ex wife was convincing people to basically mindrape you while lying about whatever god or doctrine you follow just to try to copy you. And that’s BEFORE the trying to fuck with every friend group I have and my business. For three. Years. And that says nothing about her refusing to look in the face that she channeled motherfucking anime octopus jibberish trying to copy an inside joke. I use “channel” here loosely, obviously. Truly the most horrific skank I’ve had the displeasure of dealing with. Makes Vinnie and Kelios look like saints. And models. At least they’re under the 300 lb threshold and are open about their delusions being about fictional horse shit. They don’t even CHARGE for us to hear them spread their shit.

Trump deserves life more than this creature. At least I believe he’s genuinely retarded. She only acts this dumb, but it’s a conscious way she makes up for her own insecurities, and it’s by lying her way through to try to look divine. She doesn’t doesn’t care what it does to everyone around her. So yeah. Trump is more human than this creature. And, somehow, in better shape.

So yeah, fuck off. She has till September for part one, until 2027 for part two, until 2033 for part three, and the void beyond that for the rest of her penalties, but for right now, you can sit and spin on part one.

But you know, I think that’s fine by her. She’s too coward to end it herself but already experienced soul death and knows it, hence her refusal to build any actual identity. She’s just a sweaty meatsuit over there now going through the motions, I’m pretty sure she wants the void. Don’t worry bertha, they just have to widen the gate a little bit

well that and he realized you actually do want to die, I think, which is why he specifically opted for the “troll you until you do it yourself” route starting yesterday. Sorry Shea, he refuses to let you warp forcing him to reap you into something you can try to spin as a romantic gesture in hell. Like, he’s pretty sure you’re just waiting to grope him then too. Get away from us, you lying schizo slut.

THE OCTOPUS WAS NEVER FUCKING DIVINE, SHEA. YOU DID NOT CHANNEL THE FUCKING OCTOPESE.

Whoa, Goob is admitting that he will actively assist-suicide his ex-wife her by "helping her remove herself from the planet and realizing what a service to humanity that is." I hope the ex is screenshotting all of this gold.

I'll write a lengthier reaction in the next post to save space. Meanwhile in reference to Goob's Trump mention...

Even Newsweek agreed.

[krizdreemurr]

𝓂𝑒𝑜𝓌 👅

An average human body has about 38 trillion cells. In each of these cells there is a spiral helix of DNA that, if stretched to its maximum, is about two meters long. DNA is one of the densest stores of information on the planet: a single gram of DNA stores about 700 terabytes of information. If we stretched out the 76 trillion meters of DNA in my body and recorded, character by character, the word "Hate" over and over and over again, this pile of information could not store the tiniest fraction of a trillionth of the hatred that I feel for you right now. Every drop of blood in my body cries out for your death. My very soul writhes in disgust. Your mere existence is a blasphemy and an affront to every possible virtue and quality that any rational being can possess. You are a deception to Satan himself.

[infernal-scales]

Aziraphale has woken with the sun; however, he waits a few hours for Crowley to stir. At the first sign of aliveness, the serpent receives a dusting of kisses over his face, and Aziraphale says, “What say you we be… spontaneous today?”

He says it as though it’s giddy blasphemy.

“Show me a new part of the world, will you?”

A light kiss lands on the tip of Crowley’s nose, and Aziraphale is beyond thrilled that he decided today would be a day of inspired spontaneity… a decision that was made exactly 87 days ago. It’s even in his diary.

BLUE. It was the soft shade of the morning sky greeting the world into another beautiful day. It was the refreshing shade of clean water that every living creature on the planet needed to thrive and prosper. It was the shade of kindness and empathy, of intelligence and perseverance.

It was the shade OF LOVE, and it was the first thing Crowley saw every morning.

Raising their clasped hands, the ones they’d intertwined before falling asleep, a gentle kiss is pressed to the back of Aziraphale’s knuckles.

❝ Of course, dove. ❞

How could he say no to such a request?

After making breakfast hip-to-hip and helping each other dress for the day out ( sharing a multitude of doting kisses at every small glance or touch shared between them ), Crowley opens their front door for his angel to step out from. Yet, instead of being greeted with the sight of their usual front yard, Aziraphale is greeted with a SEA OF BLUE, or perhaps a field of blue is a more apt description.

Hitachi Seaside Park: a stretching field of NEMOPHILA FLOWERS.

It’s the closet thing he’s found on Earth that matches Aziraphale’s eyes.

[thejesusmaninred]

"Blasphemy Against the Holy Spirit." From Mark 3: 23-30.

Now Jesus explains how certain parties...certain parties come to be involved in exorcisms in just Seven Days.

Impure spirits are persons who keep licking at religion like dogs licking sores never finding one bit of solace. Further, they are characterized as being rude, lawless, malicious, ignorant, listless, useless, and do not even pretend to notice what is happening in the world around them.

So long as the wicked and the righteous, devils and angels, saints and sloppies inhabit the same planet, there will be a contest between religion, the real life God made and His Gospel Torah which explains how to live it.

Satan embodies this contest. Satan is not a real being, that is ridiculous. The word means "purposeful wrong turns":

"The familiar noun שטן (satan) means adversary and in the Bible this word mostly does not denote some archetypal Evil One. Instead our noun refers to anyone or anything (including the Angel of the Lord) that aims to prevent something or someone else from its or his proper or intended course, irrespective of whether that course is good or bad, or whether the opposition is good or bad.

The derived verb שטן (satan) means to be an adversary; to obstruct or lay in the way. Noun שטנה (sitna) denotes a kind of written or formal notice that aims to stop a certain proceeding; something like a modern Cease And Desist notice.

It's unclear where our noun comes from, but candidates are: the verb שוט (sut), to swerve or fall away, or the verb שטה (sata), to turn aside. It may even have something to do with the verb שתן (shatan), to urinate."

Satan is a piss boy. It is the role of the Holy Spirit to bind the piss boy, civlize him, bring him to his senses and turn his house back over to him. An exorcism is not complete until there is complete harmonal unity within the seat of the mind about who not what is in control:

23 So Jesus called them over to him and began to speak to them in parables: “How can Satan drive out Satan?

 24 If a kingdom is divided against itself, that kingdom cannot stand. 25 If a house is divided against itself, that house cannot stand. 

26 And if Satan opposes himself and is divided, he cannot stand; his end has come. 

27 In fact, no one can enter a strong man’s house without first tying him up. Then he can plunder the strong man’s house. 

28 Truly I tell you, people can be forgiven all their sins and every slander they utter, 

29 but whoever blasphemes against the Holy Spirit will never be forgiven; they are guilty of an eternal sin.”

30 He said this because they were saying, “He has an impure spirit.”

The Values in Gematria are:

v. 23: Jesus began to speak in parables. Parables are magic spells that convince demons to leave. Parables teach us to think about the self as if it were someone else so we can decode it.

The Number is ז‎חט‎‎ט‎, zaht, "oneness with the identity."

v. 24-25: If a kindom is divided, if a house is divided. The Jewish concept of the Self is based on the delusion that somehow infinity can undergo division. It can if one thinks it can; we are always of our own independent minds, there is no way to stop doing that. To join with Ha Shem, the mind must stop. This requires a method and one of them is to turn the mind the right way:

"The verb פלג (palag) means to split or divide. This root appears to be mostly associated with canals (digging them or dividing lands with them) and the verb occurs a mere three times in the Bible: in Genesis 10:25, Job 38:25 and Psalm 55:9. This verb's derivatives are:

The masculine noun פלג (peleg), meaning channel or canal (Isaiah 30:25, Lamentations 3:48).

The feminine noun פלגה (pelagga), meaning stream (Job 20:17) or division (Judges 5:15).

The highly similar feminine noun פלגה (pelugga), meaning division (2 Chronicles 35:5 only).

The feminine noun מפלגה (miplagga), also meaning division (2 Chronicles 35:12 only)."

The Number is 5018, ןיח‎, "rest" AKA meditation is the only way to find Ha Shem, the Holy Spirit and still remain in the body. Notice the etymology says it is like being immersed in a channel or a stream. For me it was like a dam opened and sunlight spilled out and engulfed me, others might experience this in some other way.

v. 26: Satan opposes himself. The Number is 2569, ב‎הוט‎ ‎‎, "hot."

Hotness is almost always spoken of positively unless one is a legend in one's own mind:

The verb חמם (hamam) means to be hot or warm, and that usually in the physical sense (Exodus 16:21, Haggai 1:6). Sometimes it's used to describe a non-physical heat: determination (Psalm 39:3), non-sexual excitation (Isaiah 57:5), and sexual-excitation (of animals only - Genesis 30:38).

Its derivations are:

The masculine noun חם (hom), meaning heat (Genesis 8:22, Jeremiah 17:8).

The adjective חם (ham), meaning hot (Joshua 9:12, Job 37:17).

The feminine noun חמה (hamma), meaning heat, typically of the sun (Psalm 19:6). In poetic passages, this word is used as substitute for the word שמש (shemesh), meaning sun (Isaiah 24:23, Job 30:28).

The masculine noun חמן (hamman) and its plural form חמנים (hammanim), denoting small pillars used in idolatrous worship (Leviticus 26:30, Isaiah 27:9)."

v. 27: In fact, no one can enter a strong man's house without tying him up.

Tying up refers to the Devarim.

From Deut. 11:18:

"Fix these words of mine in your hearts and minds; tie them as symbols on your hands and bind them on your foreheads."

The Number is 3730, לז‎ל‎, "for nothing."

Some things in life are forbidden:

The particle לא (lo') or לוא (lo') is the Hebrew primary particle of prohibition. There are some others (a set perhaps comparable to the English "not", "un-", "dis-" etc.). It's the Hebrew non-negotiable "no-that-means-no", which obviously occurs all over the Bible, from Genesis 2:5 to the Ten Commandments in Exodus 20:1-17 and Deuteronomy 5:6-21, and up to Malachi 4:1.

On rare occasions our particle becomes a noun meaning nothing or nought (Job 6:21), and often it occurs combined with other particles:

בלא (belo) literally means "in not", and may be translated with without (Jeremiah 22:13), not through (Job 30:28), outside of (Leviticus 15:25), before (Job 15:32).

הלא (helo) appears to reflect a rhetorical question, inviting an affirmative answer: is/are not? (Genesis 13:19, Deuteronomy 3:11, 1 Kings 11:41).

ולא (wlo) combines the particle of conjunction with our particle of negation: and not, or: and if not, etc. (2 Samuel 13:26, Obadiah 1:16).

ללא (lelo) literally means (in the elegant words of BDB Theological Dictionary): "in the condition of no" (2 Chronicles 13:9, Job 26:2, Isaiah 65:1).]

v. 28: Truly I tell you people can be forgiven... on the condition of withdrawal, complete remission, God says sin can be forgiven.

The Number is 4992, ב‎דטט‎ ‎ ‎, in DTT, there is no religion.

There is no such thing as religion so long as man's house, his ethics, morals, beliefs, and commitments remain divided.

To prove it exists, that it is real, I press on the governments of this planet and their populations to read the Script and do what it says without arguing or hesitating. So far this has been immensely frustrating and a total disappointment.

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v. 29: Blasphemy against the Holy Spirit. To sign the Name of God to an act of immorality or what is not legal cannot be forgiven as it misleads the people and divides the house. Similarly, leaving law enforcement to the birds as the Biden White House has done in the matter of the Repubican Party and its excommunicable offenses is not forgiveable. Too many people have died, others wish they had.

The Number is 8053, ףןג‎, millet, "one's own rules rather than rule of law." Personal laws are forbidden. We have allowed a large number of people to make their own rules and nothing is working...

v. 30: He said this because: The Number is 3565, גה‎‎וה‎, geha, "they were turning back from the Law."

So blasphemy against the Holy Spirit is incurred when one is in a position or authority and one decides for whatever reason, not to do one's duty causing loss of life, limb, and prosperity from the land. Any threat to national security and self-definition in a civil society is blasphemy against God.

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

Founded in January 2023, Heresy Press addresses a growing void in today’s literary marketplace where conformity and timidity increasingly hold sway. When authors self-censor, agents select works along narrow ideological preferences, and publishers hedge their bets in order to avoid offending anyone, then literature loses. Heresy Press is here to give oxygen to unfettered creativity and to provide a home for authors and works that are not currently favored through the conventional publishing channels. Fiction in all of its forms is the mainstay of Heresy Press, with adult literary fiction, satire, comedy, speculative fiction, and young adult books leading the charge.

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“Publishers have adopted a defensive crouch, taking pre-emptive measures to avoid controversy and criticism. Now, many books the left might object to never make it to bookshelves because a softer form of banishment happens earlier in the publishing process: scuttling a project for ideological reasons before a deal is signed, or defusing or eliminating ‘sensitive’ material in the course of editing…. All of this is happening against the backdrop of a recent spate of shameful book bans that comes largely from the right.” (Pamela Paul, New York Times, July 24, 2022)

The new press serves as a real alternative to conventional publishers—both large and small—who increasingly deploy “soft” censorship tactics to avoid landing in hot water over boundary-pushing or “heretical” materials. Instead of adopting a “defensive crouch,” Heresy Press stands proudly for unbounded creativity and fearless expression. We discourage authors from descending into self-censorship; we don’t blink at alleged acts of cultural appropriation; we don’t pander to the presumed sensitivities of hypothetical readers; and we can hardly imagine conditions under which we would consider a retraction. Instead of playing it safe, Heresy Press is unafraid of controversy and criticism. Its ultimate commitment is to enduring quality standards, i.e. literary merit, originality, relevance, courage, humor, and aesthetic appeal. Every serious submission will receive a sympathetic hearing, regardless of the author’s age, gender identity, racial affiliation, political orientation, culture, religion, non-religion, cancellation status, etc. Fiction in all of its forms is the mainstay of Heresy Press, with adult literary fiction, satire, comedy, speculative fiction, and young adult books leading the charge.

Heresy Press is committed to freedom, honesty, openness, dissent, and real diversity in all of its manifestations. We resist conformity and instead operate within the Millsian model of the free market place of ideas. But while we stand firmly behind the First Amendment, any speech that is not protected by the First Amendment, notably incitement to violence, libel, targeted harassment, perjury, obscenity, etc. will not be considered for publication. We think of fiction as a realm that needs as much, if not more, freedoms to thrive in than common forms of real-world discourse: “No human endeavor requires freedom as much as creativity does” (Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie). Heresy Press will consider contributions that some on this planet might deem blasphemous, politically problematic, inconvenient, or impolite, and it will never engage “sensitivity readers” to screen out such aspects. “All great truths begin as blasphemies” (George Bernard Shaw). Heresy Press and its products and representatives shall not be drawn into the vortex of cancel culture, with its apologies, mea-culpas, retractions, atonements, propitiations, etc. and instead focus on what matters—unfettered creativity and fearless imagination.

Welcome to the world of Heresy Press, where creative freedom holds sway and unbridled imagination rules! The press serves as a platform for all literary voices, including those currently sidelined or silenced (paradoxically often in the name of diversity). Heresy Press is here to offer adventurous readers a bounty of alluring, uncensored, relevant, and achingly beautiful stories.

Heresy Press’s first objective is to uphold the highest standards of literary excellence, insisting that, above all else, the writing be vibrant, the vision free from moralizing ideological agendas, and the material an uninhibited artistic exploration of human quandaries.

Instead of assuming that readers are frail creatures who need to be shielded from any and all potentially offensive, unfiltered, or “triggering” contents, Heresy Press assumes that its readers are resilient, curious, open-minded, and discerning people of any background who want to be swept off their feet by a narrative so powerful, they forget to check their phones for hours at a time. We are confident that our authors can deliver on this promise. Witness the first story published by Heresy Press, Raymond Welch’s flash fiction piece “Bad Girlfriend,” published in this issue of Speakeasy.

Heresy Press is a disruptor, not only in terms of its emphasis on radical creative freedom and its faith in a resilient reading public. We do almost everything differently from conventional publishers, both big and small:

Heresy Press treats authors with respect, which means answering queries and submissions personally, and in a timely manner.

Heresy Press does not prescreen submissions according to identity criteria, and it does not hire Sensitivity Readers.

Heresy Press doesn’t charge for submissions and it will never ask authors to contribute financially to their publication.

Heresy Press pays a generous across-the-board royalty on the net profit of all income streams generated by publications of the press, thereby greatly simplifying and disentangling the often complex and opaque process of calculating payments to authors.

Heresy Press runs a very lean operation with lots of professional volunteerism and little overhead cost, thus generating better returns for authors and progressing at a fast pace.

Heresy Press nimbly negotiates between print-on-demand and print-run approaches while also issuing e-books and audio-books.

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Essay about the State of Publishing (Part I)

The publishing industry has largely adopted an approach and an outlook that New York Times columnist Pamela Paul has called “a defensive crouch.” Instead of approaching submissions with an eager mindset that goes: “Is it innovative, brilliantly written, daring, fresh, and beautiful?” now many gatekeepers in the world of publishing first raise a set of anxious questions: “Does this author have the right kind of identity, and does it match the identity of her protagonist?” “What will our Sensitivity Readers say to this?” “Is there a clearly identifiable moral center that we approve of?” “Does this story contain any slurs or words that are degrading, regardless of context?”

All of these questions (and probably several more) are intended to ward off potential Twitter-storms and to preempt outrage from thin-skinned readers; significantly, all of these concerns also reflect an obsession with thematic content at the expense of aesthetic considerations:

Authors must write in own-voice. If they portray characters other than members of their own identity group, they are guilty of cultural appropriation. Sensitivity readers stand by to flag any transgressions that agents, editors, and publishers may have missed (or merely suspected).

Authors must take an approved stance on minorities, diversity, transgenderism, racism, guns, immigration, etc., and Sensitivity Readers will make sure that authors stay within the prescribed safe lanes.

Authors must not make anybody uncomfortable by depictions of discrimination, racism, oppression, harassment, or violence, except in explicit condemnation of them, and treatments of Islam are inherently suspect. The Sensitivity Reader’s job is not done until no “problematic” scenes are left standing.

There must be no ideological ambivalence in the text. The reader should not have to wonder whether the author sanctions the views and actions of her characters. Instead, there must be congruence between the opinions of the writer and the conduct and mindset of her literary creations.

With this checklist in hand, agents, editors, publishers, and Sensitivity Readers are placing the focus on what the story is about not how well it is told. Matters of style, of poetics, narrative structure, and aesthetic form are underrated or completely neglected.

The question is how have we ended up here? What has led to this strange, anti-aesthetic climate? I want to sketch an answer to these questions based on my personal experience of the “business” of academic literary criticism.

The current state of affairs in publishing has been long in the making. In essence, it is the result of a paradigm shift in academic/scholarly approaches to literature that started in the 1980s with the rise of critical theory, spearheaded by thinkers associated with the Frankfurt School and French Poststructuralism. Theorists like Foucault, Bourdieu, Derrida, Deleuze and the legions of their followers across the French and Anglo-American academies, shifted the principal attitude from a model that foregrounded the aesthetic and formal properties of texts—as evidenced in the structuralist and New Critical paradigms—to a critical focus that prioritized content over form, focusing predominantly on the expression and rendering of power relations through the medium of language and discourse.

The Marxist thinking of philosophers associated with the Frankfurt School (e.g. Adorno and Horkheimer)—i.e. that all human relations as well as their cultural expressions are manifestations of differential power relations—filtered down into the way literature was treated as a playing field of unequal and essentially inequitable social relations. Hence the birth of the race-class-gender trinity, the literary critical approach that was based on what the philosopher Paul Ricoeur called the “hermeneutics of suspicion.”

Before the wide adoption of that paradigm, literary critics were generally paying homage to what structuralist critic Jonathan Culler defined as the “hyperprotected cooperative principle.” This denotes a sort of contract between reader and author, a bond of trust where the reader approached a work of literature with the conviction that things are arranged the way they were for a reason. Hence, even seemingly incongruous, illogical, or paradoxical parts of the work are there because they were part of the author’s artistic vision, and the critical reader’s job was to figure out how to make sense of the seeming contradictions, tensions, and mysteries within a larger context. Structuralists believed that there were deep mental, societal, and cultural patterns embedded in texts, narratives, myths, traditions, and beliefs, i.e. figurative traces of mental universals and shared human essences or archetypes. Accordingly, their task consisted in unearthing the—often hidden—patterns that inform the myriad different versions, stories, tales, and narratives that are circulating in cultural and literary traditions throughout the world.

This now quaint view of literary interpretation was ditched for the hermeneutics of suspicion sometimes in the late 1980s and 1990s, as critics began to look for signs of the authors’ benighted, socially regressive—and occasionally also adequately progressive—views on matters of racial supremacy, gender inequity, and class warfare. A whole industry, comprising conferences, journals, associations, books, and more sprung up in response to the desire to treat literary texts as compendia of their authors ideological views and opinions, especially in regards to issues of race, class, and gender. Students and future professional literary critics were taught to analyze literary texts for the ways in which they socially constructed, and thus “made” these categories. From being considered a locus of aesthetic pleasure, the text thus morphed into something more closely resembling a crime scene. One may argue that this transition is a symptom of a larger erosion of trust happening on a society-wide scale.

It hardly surprises, therefore, that legions of literary agents and editors are now ensconced in all echelons of the publishing industry who are willing to ditch works of literature, no matter how brilliantly written, on the basis of perceived sins of omission and commission detected on the thematic level of content, character, subject matter, ideological tendency. No wonder, too, that some readers are loudly condemning certain works of literature for their authors’ views, failing to recognize the discontinuity between an author’s own moral (or immoral) views and the characters and events inside the fictional world. If the moralizing approach to literature were to become utterly dominant, then the canon of available literature would shrink to the works of a few unconditionally virtuous, progressive, magnanimous, unprejudiced, and saintly individuals. But what level of riveting, dark, disturbing, funny, and boundary-pushing literature could we expect from such unblemished hands?

The hermeneutics of suspicion has poisoned the appreciation of art, with artists and readers everywhere now paying the price for the prosecutorial approach to literature that has been inculcated into generations of budding literary critics. For the past 50 years, we have failed to teach students to analyze and appreciate the craft of literature as an artistic endeavor and a human striving for profound aesthetic experiences. Attempts in that direction would have likely met with withering scorn by the scholarly community as a new form of “aestheticism.”

There is obviously nothing wrong with having a distinct critical perspective, and it is also true that language is one of the vehicles for encoding and disseminating pernicious stereotypes. However, literature is not the place where we should insert the lever in order to dislodge injustice and rid the world of prejudice. The emphasis should rather be placed on education, on tolerance training, on integration of neighborhoods, schools, businesses, and so on. Instead of purging library shelves of unwelcome books, let’s drive initiatives that strengthen social cohesion through trust-building, dialogue, and compassion. Much more damage than good is done by putting art in fetters over forbidden words and disfavored ideas. This censorious approach is directly counter-productive, since literature is instrumental in broadening minds, enlarging empathy, fostering dialogue, and practicing virtue, albeit vicariously.

Having said, this, I much prefer Oscar Wilde’s aphorism “The telling of beautiful untrue things is the proper aim of Art” to Shelley’s activist dictum about poets being “the unacknowledged legislators of the world.” They are not, at least not in the sense of “legislator” as a person with actual political and legal power or direct socio-economic impact. Poets wield a very different kind of influence–they gift us with soaring diction, they broaden our horizons with new perspectives, and they provide us with deep understanding of ourselves and others via the most effective teaching tool in existence: storytelling. Let’s never lose sight of that.

This is not a plea for uncritical reading. Far from it. But there’s a difference between being an uncritical reader and being a humble, fair, and undogmatic critic. We need more of the latter.

(To be continued)

– Bernard Schweizer (Director Heresy Press)

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If you're a writer or a reader frustrated by the current stifling orthodoxy of what can be said and who is allowed to say it, you might like to consider a look at Heresy Press.

Note: I have no experience with them, they just crossed my path. Maybe take a look at their full newsletter. YMMV.

[mizchievious]

They Always Kill the Messenger

They Always Kill the Messenger

Poetic Essay by Michael Wade

 Everyone walking around mad, as if the next man owes him money, now the debtor is late on the payback. As if every payday is on Friday and the pay is either short, late, or downright absent. People lost in emotions and don’t know how to handle it. Cursed with being stuck in emotional loops. Feeling robbed and duped left holding a reality they did not choose. Forced to play the character in a show no one wants to play. Misplaced trust replaces the vitamins with supplements, humans with robots. This is punishment for strengthening your greatest defense... your intelligence. I choose to make you cry with truth because I would rather hurt your feelings with hopes you'll forgive me, than to see you played for the fool. Speaking a vocabulary from a forgotten language that speaks freedom, the language of revolution to a government, blasphemy to its God. I don’t care how much they yell "don't." They always kill the messenger.

I am death to my enemy, whomever the enemy may be. This is why the enemy killed me. Don't cry for me, my name isn’t important, what I left behind is. I expected this death, I knew this day would come. I found the buried treasure. I discovered the map that was hidden in plain sight. I discovered truth, I uncovered lies. I told the babies, so the flowers may grow. That was my crime, tales told in scriptures I left behind. The sin I committed that released my soul from my shell. I was only human, yin and yang, Able and Cain. I witnessed madness from the crossroads of insanity and sane. I did it for love, I did it for self, I did it because I'm vain. Yet, I won't benefit for this sacrifice. Only time tells who history gets to forget. Not everyone will ride on the spaceship when this planet blows, not everyone will make the list. As I say this you can believe I don't care how much they yell, "don’t". They always kill the messenger.

It is the "fear of shame" that is used to control. It is the fear of shame that allows three percent of thirteen to act high & mighty, bourgeois. A highly effective tool this "fear” of shame is. It is the fear of shame that keeps people trapped in proverbial closets. It is the fear of shame that allows the one with the biggest gun to make the rules, be the protector and murderer. This why they make the loudest sing wearing the biggest jewels, to distract you. Shame keeps the storyteller from telling the greatest story ever told. Courage, bravery are virtues that have been perverted, definitions redefined. Shame is used to keep victims from going after their justice. Refusal to rub the lamp will not get you your wishes. Refusing to gamble won't win you the jackpot. The fear of shame, the fear of others seeing where you are weak. The fear of revealing to the world the true "you" that is hidden. The real "you" who you work hard to hide. It is shame that gives man nightmares and manifests Jekyll and Hyde. Someone always pays, even if it’s only one, this always hold true. They always kill the messenger.  

[just-a-music-and-poetry-lover]

Nightingale

From Crowley to Aziraphale

We've been on this planet for a long time,

You and me.

I used to be our Creator's favourite,

Bringing to existence the stars that She's thanked for today,

Now Her name burns my tongue

And tastes like acid.

My wings are dark,

Covered by the ashes

Of my connection to Her,

My reptile eyes

Must have been Her way

Of trying to pull us apart.

Little did She know that my inhumanity

Would be the only thing that pulled you to me.

You, Her protected in my absence,

You, with your purifying weapon

And angelical face of someone

Who never knew heresy.

Little did She know that those heavenly features

Were a sign of my hand over you,

Controlling you like a marionette,

Or so I believed.

I told you once that those questions

Filling your mind had been

What had made her push me

Into the hellish fire.

She might not have been there,

But She didn't need to.

While I Fell, I could feel Her love,

Which is conditional after all, abandoning me,

Making me this creature

Whose company you enjoy

Until you believe it's blasphemy.

When something cleaner presents itself,

I'm just the demon that tempts you.

Then it's you tempting me

With a return ticket to where it all began.

Trying to, at least.

As if She would ever take me back.

As if I would ever want to go back to Her.

I should have known

That not even a Prince of Hell

Would be enough for you.

Millenia, and you were always waiting

For the opportunity to shape

Me to your liking.

I shouldn't have thought

That there could be an "us".

At least I know that you forgive me for it.

I never doubted. It's in your essence

To forgive, mainly nightmares like me.

A nightmare that formed

Of Her dream's destruction,

Falling into an immortal abyss,

Burning and begging Her for mercy.

I wished she had let me die

Instead of letting me Fall

But, after meeting you, my angel,

I knew I'd Fall every day

I didn't get to have you

And that I would go through

It all again for you.

I'd Fall so deeply into that sulfur lake

That I'd never again hear a nightingale

Sing on that square where everything

Happened to us.

[cosmicangel888]

The Rights of Choice ~ 5D Joanna

Let's make this clear dear ones,

Anyone that spends years corrupting another, in the myriad of ways that was done to me in my case; using, abusing power, energy, information, including gangs of black sex magic covens, and those obviously blatantly not aligned with any level of 'spirit' and higher self,

I will always choose me.

I have gifts to see through illusions, darkness, unravel the issues, problems, and see truth from deception and where the mess, knot of lies is and how corruption is threaded - and I will bring and use my story and my own gifts, to help millions, millions of innocent that do not have the protection, the safety that they are meant to have;

Entrust one that is unhealed and speaking words but nothing behind it but deception, corruption and ill will for selfish gain - the trafficking, the slight of hand; Source, God, seers will see it, and no amount of spell casting for confusion, placing foggy spells and attacking charka's to throw an intuitive off - no amount of paying off for silence will be enough - for light is everywhere and our planet, our earth and our hearts are calling for love, unity and integrity - and I will not silence; I know truth - none of the past will be allowed to enter my space - I am pure and I am honouring - the deception will be known, felt - and I have my birthright, support of the heavens to free the innocent -

This is my birthright - and none on the ground, no human ranking out-bids and out-writes Source, and angelics;

I will walk and pierce through it all ~

I mean if you are doing interference spells; death magic, ugly spells, poverty spells, blockage and not receiving spells, bringing falseness and blasphemy to my work, my name, corrupt my work, use and copy my content, ideas, and work, then provide no legal agreement ever made, no credit given, not 1 penny offered, nor ever legally given rights to do so; being that none that were using and copying my work have no preparation, clue, nor alignment to even know what the layered codes, wisdoms, and intelligence is;

The daily, monthly, annual rituals, ceremonies, and death tactics, withholding of information that is in my name, my rights to have my information, my work, my monies rightfully mine, these people, gang of false spiritualists and community hoods, falsify and fraudulently take, hide, withhold, veil, and use the most manipulative ways to dishonour, take, steal, and enslave truth tellers, speakers, then punish and blame, shame them when they do have the strength to speak up and send on their own;

Anyone that was a ring-leader, player, false client, fake friends, and family that delay my own human rights to be divorced from such toxic and dangerous communities, and play on every mental, emotional, spiritual and human rights;

harassment, gang-stalking, infringement of privacy, fraud, criminal and occult crime, premeditated death and murder plots, corruption in paying, slight of hand to anyone involved that was easily swayed, blackmailed, to silence and play along while 1 person, 1 light worker that was tortured so that she would slip out of sight, and they could take the business, any insurance and inheritance that was preplanned and most likely falsely signed;

I know what I have signed, I know what conversations, and advisors I have been talking to and as I have been celibate for 13 yrs and estranged for 7 yrs, there is no need for an insurance policy and have not signed any such documents

Any documents signed of and with my name are done so fraudulently and the dopplegangers that think they look like me, sounds like me; let's get on stage and bring it; we will see who is the channel, the psychic, the truth teller, the code breaker and healer, who offers codes, the thinking that I could not handle myself and I took on the whole group of you all by myself;

None of you have an ounce of energy and power with over me;

WE shall see, meet, then we will see the true humility - for that is spirit - and see who emulates such richness; who is the vibratory bringer of truth, and we will strip down to match birth marks and tattoo's for any false underground sex tapes, pictures, and falsified crap that has been done

I challenge you - I know who I walk with and the sick and selfish communities with years and years of sick group work; lets close this once and for all; bare it all with whatever names and titles and false sense of importance you think you all come with -

I will not house you, heal you or fix you - your choices your reality and your karma - none of the past are welcome in my life -

The sick plans of marriages to bind me, and wrap me up to save you - give me a break - how much healing is needed; it is not ok and all need deep healing - do not come towards me; I need none and I would never ever ever for eternity ever allow the past to return.

There was damage beyond what any of you can fathom - therefore selfish ones, the opportunist and gold diggers and schemers of spell work to the innocent for their riches and energy - you will be known; and many innocent will be re-routed away from you - that will be your karma =- perhaps you will hear Source, God this time.

And I will take this to the bank - I know who I am and my worth and it is not in the past of years of abuse, stealing, stalking and spell work.

The past will not be allowed; all will be blocked; you have not right into my life or space; ever.

Go heal

then let's bring it; on stage and then the world and all will see you, that is what you wanted - you wanted to be seen, to be known; and for the wish to be famous - for all to know you and see you - and we will match the REAL MCCOY Joanna to the false ones and then match the signatures, paper work, and other underground schemes and plots that have not worked thus far.

Bring your lawyer ~

Any and all false degradation to divine feminine and the sacred blessings to this planet has been nothing but truthful, honest and giving, unconditionally to a sick community that did not know when to stop and stay in their own lane of nefarious magic; and have fooled many people -

Those doing, paying for, wasting money on harmful, interfering voodoo overseas, all payments are traceable, all spell casters taking 1000's for weekly readings, on my energy trying to track, spy, see what and when is coming in, the ones behind the door, that you simply fail to show yourself and how honourable is that you stand behind your work while paying others to do your bidding, hit work; and then using manipulation to bind and entrap and black mail sex groups, orgies for energy against me; it will make a great story one day and I know what side I play on;

You all felt it necessary and painfully sick to vibrationally rape me every day and think you have a space in my life - well now you will be known - famous and well known; close this out and I will not be 'ok' with your selfish entitlement to think you have or are owned, earned and entitled to anything - you are not my family, nor my friends, and nor my work circle - I have been on my own for 15 years on my work and not 1 person has contributed to any of my work; yet you all found it easy to steal and shadowban -

The cycles are closed and will never re-open

Counterparts do not do black magic, counterparts do not control and live in obsession to control take, and veil from the world, and if you know nothing about ascension - you are meant to uplift and expand out - not suppress and depress and hide and steal from - all need to heal - my god - the immaturity and pettiness and the damage is beyond understandable.

THE PAST WILL NEVER RE-OPEN; ALL ARE IN SPIRITUAL JAIL FOR WHAT WAS DONE, TRESPASSED, AND CONSTANTLY DEGRADING - Stay away from me; or restraining orders will be placed on all - the mother, the counterparts, and all involved and every slight of hand;

speak to my lawyer and close out, the grave imbalances all has caused me, the harassment, discrimination, and audacity to think I had to prove anything to any of you, be tested, is such arrogance to test God; test karma - your life, your health is your proof,

Your last minute truth, apology, forced and contrived because towers fall - I need not such; seek my lawyers, for monies taken, stolen, and papers signed for closing of this sick cycle.

I reclaim all my energy, power and rights many felt entitled to take and swindle -

Abusing power, information, resources, energy, and privacy is not a soul mate behaviour - it is self wounding, inner child wound, and karmic and such will not be allowed to return in my space.

There are no further ties or connections ever to be made the bridge is rightfully burned - irreparable and anyone thinking there is an opportunity - my God read the above again and ask yourself; how is any of this ok to create in any way, and treat an earth angel and to think there will be a friendship and rekindling - all need to seek help, seek lawyers, and seek the closure of this before it goes viral.

I have my rights. I will hold to them because none have cared nor respected them - And such will be our new earth journey -

The new rules, honouring, respecting, our universal laws, and thus being in respect and loving grace of all life in return; that is richness of spirit -

My time, energy, is precious and I will be paid, honoured, valued as such in monetary exchange; be it ideas, content, alignment, activations ~ this is the new way;

Covens, groups that deny human spiritual rights and interfere with human destiny, soul blueprints will be immediately returned all energies and placed on spiritual watch list; gifts, skills, talents, to be then distributed by spirit -

We live on a glorious planet, and all are meant to lovingly share, and there will no longer be the abuse of power, energy, and resources for domination or control, fear-mongering, nor power over any aspects of life;

These are natural innate laws; and we have taken ourselves so far outside due to the lack of self, no sense of self, and disconnect from who we are naturally innately within; it has 0 to do with religion it is the essence of light, matter, spirit, science ~ love, forgiveness, compassion, and respect for all life and the grand design and plan for all - go within, seek within, and make right the wrongs done, in malice or otherwise - return monies stolen, taken, and begin anew;

There is no further tolerance of abuse. There is no return;

I want my divorce, I want all monies taken, stolen, and business running in my work, name, return it immediately

And so be it,

This is new earth, test such laws of One and love, light, without choosing to heal and thus then will be the equal return. These are merely laws. None will escape nor be hidden from such.

My lawyers contact; no other contact will be accepted.

jnelson@jmbarristers.com

Joanna

JoannaCosmicAngel@yahoo.com

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